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Deep Roots	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Canon? What canon? Oh, those last three or so books� their mother was a hamster and their father smelt of elderberries. I fart in their general direction.

　

Cht. 7, A Place to Hang Your Broomstick
Minutes later, after securing the gates behind Scrimgeour, Dumbledore returned to his study only to find Alyssa and her nephew quite comfy in two armchairs by the fireplace. Apparently, Alyssa had updated Harry as to her shenanigans and both were enjoying a satisfying laugh at the image of the current Minister for Magic sprawled on the stone floor with a large feral cat at his throat. They finally looked up as he entered and gave a little cough to divert their attention from what he conceded was quite an amusing anecdote.

�It seems your flagrant display was sufficient to curtail the minister�s visit completely,� he said as an introduction, tipping a solemn gaze over his spectacles at the appropriately chagrined woman. She fought a smile when she saw the little twinkle belying his own feelings on the subject.

Clearing his throat softly he summoned a chair and seated himself between them, gazing only a moment at the fire before taking a deep breath.

�Well, Harry, I presume you have told your aunt all the sordid details of your past as well as your parents� untimely demise?�

�Er--well, sir�not exactly,� Harry replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. �We only got as far as telling her that I�m a wizard before she and Aunt Petunia got into a row.�

�And in that two days� time, Harry,� said Dumbledore, suddenly stern, �whilst you have been traipsing all over London with no protection--not even the blood protection Petunia gave now that you no longer call Surrey your home--you kept her in the dark as to the dangers of your situation, as well as hers.�

Harry looked guiltily over at Alyssa, who sat dumbfounded. What in the world is it now, she wondered. For the second time in a week she felt her stomach clench at the thought that here again was another bombshell about to get dropped in her lap. There was only one thing that struck her before she could dare to ask what else she didn�t know about her nephew.

�But--hang on a second--Harry does have a home with me now, whatever goes on with Petunia.�

�Does he now?� asked Dumbledore pensively. �The fact that you accept him and allow him to house with you may well transfer the protection since your blood is the same, however, I do not wish to test the theory.�

�That said, I do believe you have a lot of catching up to do on your family history and the dangers therein.�

With that, he launched into an explanation of how Harry came to be orphaned and what dangers lay ahead for her especially should anyone find out about her existence. In an effort to allay her fears for her mother, if the Death Eaters he mentioned should happen to pick up the trail that led to her whereabouts, Dumbledore promised to protect her mother as best he could, with additional provisions that he meet with Waya Adahy to secure her more thoroughly. It was only with that in mind that Alyssa finally relaxed enough to consider the question he posed to her of how she came to be in the foster system in the first place.

�My suspicion is that the driver of the car took me to the nearby hospital,� Alyssa reasoned. �He was later arrested for DUI, and for fleeing the scene even though he returned later. Investigators found that he had left on foot, but they never did find out where he went. He surrendered himself later when police questioned him, but he had no recollection of the aftermath or of what happened to me. Though, he was unbelievably inebriated and had a concussion to boot. Most of my parents� car was incinerated, so the consensus was that my body was simply never recovered.�

Dumbledore nodded silently as Harry shook his head in disbelief. Here then was Aunt Petunia�s handy lie. He did have family who died in a car crash, just not who she had said.

�Well,� said Dumbledore at length, shattering Harry�s reverie, �being that you are very much alive--and we�d like to keep you that way--I shall have to secure accommodations for you that will keep you from being found out as it were. As it happens, I believe I have just the place. I confess, however, that you will not be alone but rather will be forced to cohabit with two such persons who may not appreciate your presence. Unfortunately for all of you, you haven�t much choice in the matter. On the plus side, it is quite close and no one knows of its whereabouts besides you, me, Harry, and a few of the members of the Order of the Phoenix�and your new roommates, of course.�

Harry stole a glance at his aunt, wondering what in the world the old wizard had up his sleeve. At first, he believed Aunt Alyssa would be sent to Grimmauld Place, but at Dumbledore�s mention of roommates--plural--who would not �appreciate her presence�, he was flummoxed. Surely Sirius wouldn�t mind if Harry�s aunt stayed over. She was hardly Petunia after all. What Dumbledore said next, thoroughly vexed Harry and Alyssa both.

�You, Harry, I will expect to stay at Order Headquarters.�

Alyssa thought this was all a bit too much, as she still had deadlines to meet and was now unsure how she would be able to do such a thing when it was apparent she was expected to stay here, at the very ends of the earth, for her own safety. Before she and Harry could protest, he raised a hand for silence.

�Now, hear me. You, Miss Newland, will be located close by the castle so that once school is in session, should any emergency arise you will be on hand. Equally as important, however, is the fact that I should like you to add a layer of your own Native American magic--or medicine, as it were--to the location to further ensure the safety of those housed within. Harry, on the other hand, would not do well under the same roof as those I have given houseroom. He and at least one of their number are not, shall we say, the best of friends.�

The only such person Harry could think of under that description was Draco Malfoy, a pureblooded wizard with a father who had recently been placed in Azkaban prison for breaking into the Ministry of Magic with other Death Eaters. Surely, Harry reasoned, Dumbledore would have no reason to protect the Malfoys. Before he could ask just who his newly acquired aunt would be forced to room with, though, Dumbledore rose and ushered them to the office door.

�If I am not mistaken,� the old wizard said, �your baggage should already have been transferred to their respective places. I will, of course, escort you down to your temporary home, Miss Newland before Harry and I make our departure. And remember this, you two, but repeat it to no one under any circumstances: your houseroom is located at the old mayoral manse of Hogsmeade town.�

With that, he escorted the dumbfounded pair down the stairs, out the door and back to the castle gates. Once there, they wound back down the road nearly back to the village proper, before turning off onto a small drive that had nearly been completely overgrown through years of neglect. After some minutes, they rounded a curve and found themselves facing a modest sized two-story home of old quarried stone that was nearly black with dark gothic arched windows and peaked gables. Alyssa�s first coherent thought was that it looked like the house of Usher. The light blazing through the windows did nothing to dispel the aura of gloom. Surely, she thought, as they stepped through thick wards of protection that felt heavy and nearly palpable, this was an ominous sign.
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