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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter VI
“Well lads,” Biggles said as the door closed behind Ginger, “what say we begin work on the small parlour?”
“Jolly well certain the lad will be coming home with Ginger, aren’t you?” Algy asked, his tone light.
“Aren’t you?” Biggles asked, leading the way into the parlour.
No need to think about that. “I suppose I am.”
“By Jove it’ll be strange having a child in the place, absolutely,” Bertie interjected. “I say, old boy, is there a decent school nearby?”
Biggles stood stock still. He hadn’t thought of that. “That will be another thing to see to. Algy, begin a list will you?”
“Sure thing,” Algy readily agreed. Stepping into the hall he retrieved the pad and pencil they kept next to the telephone, returning in less than a minute. Quickly jotting down school, he looked towards the others expectantly.
“He’ll need a bed,” Bertie suggested.
Bed was added to the list. “And a place to keep his clothes,” Algy said as he added bureau to the list. In a short while they had a completed list.
“Shall Bertie and I step out to begin the shopping?” Algy queried.
Biggles shook his head. “I don’t imagine he’s very big. He can sleep on the divan tonight. We can do the shopping tomorrow when we can take Harry with us. It will be his room, he should have some input, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely,” Bertie quickly agreed.
“Of course.” Algy glanced down at his list once more. “I wonder what he’ll be like,” he mumbled absently.
“I expect we shall discover the answer soon enough,” Biggles responded, though he knew Algy hadn’t really been asking.
After leaving Gringots, Ginger, Amelia and Harry spent a short time in Diagon Alley purchasing a few books that would help in educating not only Harry but Ginger and the others as well. Their next stop was Marks and Spencers at Marble Arch, very near the flat, where they bought a few outfits and other essentials for the young boy.
“Ready to go home laddie?” Ginger asked as they returned to the car.
“Yes sir,” Harry smiled. For the first time since his parents died he would have a real home.
Ginger lowered himself to one knee, bringing him to eye level with Harry. “Harry, do you think you could call me Grandfather?” He hoped his request wouldn’t make the boy uncomfortable.
“I’d like that, Grandfather,” Harry quietly replied.
“Good lad,” Ginger smiled. Pushing himself to his feet, he took Harry’s hand as they continued to the car. He opened the door for Amelia, closing it after she and Harry were settled in the car. Moving to the other side he climbed behind the wheel and headed for home. Perhaps, he thought as he started the car, he could forgive Rose her callousness in consideration of the gift of his young grandson. He only wished he had been given the chance to know his daughter as well.
Riding next to his grandfather, Harry had never been happier. Yet, now as they moved closer to his grandfather’s home, he grew more nervous. What if Grandfather’s friends didn’t like him? Would they think he was a burden? Would they hate him? What if they made Grandfather take him back to the Dursley’s? He didn’t think he could bear returning to his cupboard. The more he thought, the more his fear grew, until he was fair trembling with the strength of it.
Ginger feeling the small body beginning to shake wrapped an arm around the boy, pulling him closer. “What is it laddie?” he gently asked, moving the car to the curbside. He could have waited until he parked the car in the garage but he felt that it would be cruel to ignore the boy's obvious discomfort.
Harry’s trembling increased. What should he say? Would his grandfather be angry with him? Maybe he would hate him for his fear. Suddenly Harry remembered his earlier promise. How could he be a hero if he was too afraid to answer a simple question? Determined to live up to the example of his grandfather and parents, he squared his small shoulders. “What if your friends don’t like me Grandfather?” he asked in a voice that shook.
“Oh Harry,” Ginger whispered. Silently he cursed the Dursley’s for the fear they had instilled in his small grandson. “I promise you Harry, lad, my friends will like you.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know my friends,” Ginger replied.
“But what if...” Harry clapped his hand over his mouth. He knew not to question adults.
Ginger gave him an encouraging hug. “It’s alright to doubt laddie. You’ll see, soon enough, that I’m right.”
“Yes sir,” Harry whispered. He did his best to believe his grandfather. He spent the rest of the short drive reminding himself that his grandfather was a hero and heroes don’t lie. In only moments, too soon for Harry’s liking the car pulled into a garage, the key was turned in the ignition and slipped into a pocket. He looked up at his grandfather as another hug was given.
“Ready laddie?”
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but only nodded as his voice deserted him. He sat quietly, slipping out of the car when the door was opened for Ms. Bones. Taking the hand his grandfather offered, he allowed himself to be led into the building.
Biggles and the others were once more sat in the front parlour. The three of them looked up expectantly as the hall door was opened. In a moment Ginger entered the room, a small boy with green eyes by his side, the boy’s hand clasped in his. In Ginger’s other hand he carried some bags from Marks and Spencers.
Biggles frowned. He was no expert but the boy seemed too small for his age. The manner in which he clung to Ginger fairly screamed his fear for any with eyes to see. It seemed the boy’s mother had been correct about her sister. “Hello,” he said, “you must be Harry.”
Harry nodded and ducked behind Ginger. His face grew hot with shame. He wasn’t acting much like a hero.
“My name is Biggles, I’m a friend of your grandfather’s.”
“Hello Mr. Biggles,” Harry whispered from behind Ginger’s leg.
As Amelia came into the room, Biggles remained seated, motioning for the others to do the same. In the ordinary way he would have, of course, stood for a lady. However, given the boy’s obvious fear, he worried that he wouldn’t react well should the three of them suddenly stand up. He sent an apologetic look to Ms. Bones. The look she returned told him she understood his breach of manners.
“These gentlemen are also friends of your grandfather. This is Mr. Lissie,” he said, motioning to Bertie.
“Hello old boy,” Bertie greeted the small lad.
Harry giggled, he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t old. “Hello,” his voice a bit louder than before.
“And this,” Biggles continued, “is Mr. Lacey.”
“Hello lad,” Algy said.
Harry shyly returned the greeting.
Ginger took his seat, bringing Harry onto his lap. He didn’t think the boy would like being very far from him just now.
“Everything settled?” Algy asked.
Ginger nodded. “The papers have all been filed.” He went on to explain all that had happened since he had left the flat.
“How long do you think it will take until Dumbledore realizes Harry is no longer at the Dursley’s?” Biggles asked Amelia.
“I should think that will depend on how closely he is watching. Not expecting anybody to know where Harry is he may not be monitoring him in any way aside from the tracking charm. With any luck he won’t notice its absence for awhile. Clearly he wasn’t checking too closely or he would know of the ill treatment the child received. I should prefer that to the thought that he knew and simply didn’t care to step in,” Amelia admitted.
“You’re certain that he won’t be able to access the custody papers?”
“Absolutely certain,” she assured them all. “If it would make you feel better I could add a layer of protection.”
“In what way?” Ginger asked.
“I could cast a spell called the Fidelius. It would hide your location within one person, the secret keeper. Unless the secret keeper tells a person the location they could stand directly in front of your flat and not see it.”
“I don’t see how that would work,” Algy said. “What of the postman, friends, colleagues?”
“Of course, I hadn’t thought of that. A charm to repel magicals wouldn’t work either or both Harry and I should have trouble.” Amelia thought for a moment. “I could cast some monitoring charms to alert me if Dumbledore or anyone with ill intent were to approach your home.”
“That could work,” Biggles agreed. “While I believe we’re all capable of handling ourselves in any emergency, it wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of extra protection. We would, after all, be at a disadvantage against a wizard.”
Ginger nodded. He turned to Amelia. “If you wouldn’t mind, we would be in your debt,” he said.
“Certainly,” Amelia replied. Taking out her wand she made short work of casting the necessary spells. “Now gentlemen, I think it is time I took my leave of you.” Standing up she was unsurprised when Mr. Bigglesworth rose to his feet.
“Allow me to see you to the door,” he said.
“Of course.”
At the door, Biggles turned to Amelia. “I want to thank you Ms. Bones.”
“There’s no need for that Mr. Bigglesworth,” Amelia assured him.
“My friends call me Biggles,” he said.
Amelia smiled, giving a nod of acknowledgement. “As I said Biggles there is no need for thanks. I should have checked further six years ago. If I had done my duty Harry would never have suffered a day of abuse.”
“Perhaps, but you did attempt, those years ago, to do your duty. More importantly, when you learned that Harry wasn’t where he belonged you made immediate efforts to correct your mistakes. Many people would have been content to ignore what they had learned rather than admit to an error in judgement.”
“I couldn’t do that,” was the firm reply.
“No, I don’t suppose you could,” Biggles agreed. “At any rate I am grateful for the work you put into reuniting my friend with the grandson he didn’t know of. I believe I speak for all of us when I assure you we will do our best to keep the boy safe. Certainly he will be loved and properly cared for.”
“I’m sure he will,” Amelia confidently responded. A thought occurring to her, she removed a galleon from her pocket. Casting a quick spell, she handed it to Biggles.
“What is this?” he curiously asked.
“I’ve charmed the coin to act as a signal. If you need to speak to me, for any reason simply hold the coin and say my name,” she said. Removing another coin, she cast another spell on it before fashioning it into a necklace, slipping it over her head. “When you do the corresponding coin will heat up and I will come to see you as soon as possible. The monitoring charms I cast will alert me should there be an emergency.”
Biggles nodded, slipping the coin into his wallet. “When will you return to begin Harry’s lessons?”
“I think after his birthday would be good. It will give all of you a chance to become use to each other.”
“A good idea,” Biggles agreed. “Goodbye Ms. Bones...”
“Amelia.”
“Amelia,” Biggles corrected himself. “We shall see you soon.”
Closing the door behind her, Biggles turned towards the parlour. As he neared the room he could hear a small giggle coming from within. Smiling, he entered the room ready to become better acquainted with his friend’s unexpected grandson.

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