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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Biggles, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

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Chapter VII
The days leading up to Harry’s birthday were busy as the men and boy became used to each other. In addition a school must be found and the boy enrolled, for the beginning of the school year would come all too soon. Wanting someplace close to home and thinking Harry would benefit from a smaller, more intimate, school, they finally settled on St. George’s. Medical and school records must be obtained from the previous primary as well. It was fortunate this could be done without need of the Dursley’s. None of the men had been happy with that family, the more they learned of Harry’s life with them, consequently they would have been hard pressed to hold their tempers.
Harry woke early on the morning of 31st July, a grin plastered across his face. Grandfather had promised a special treat for his birthday. Harry had been surprised. Nobody had ever bothered about his birthday before. Grandfather had scowled at that, when he told him, so had Mr. Biggles. He didn’t know what Mr. Bertie and Mr. Algy thought of it, they hadn’t been at home that day. Harry would have been surprised to know they too hadn’t been happy when Ginger told them.
Too excited to stay in bed, Harry quickly got up. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was a bit early. Grandfather and the others were probably still in bed. Moving quietly, Harry began his preparations for the day. A short while later, clean, properly clothed and bed made, he was ready to begin his day.
Opening his door, as quietly as he could, Harry made his way towards the kitchen. Mrs. Tolliver daughter of their first house keeper, Mrs. Symes, was already in the room, preparing breakfast.
“Good morning Mrs. Tolliver,” Harry said as he entered the room.
Mrs. Tolliver turned to the door with a smile for the young boy. “Good morning lad. You’re up early today,” she commented.
“It’s my birthday,” Harry announced with a grin.
“Is it?” Mrs. Tolliver asked, pretending ignorance.
Harry nodded. “Didn’t Grandfather tell you?” He could feel his earlier excitement subsiding. If Grandfather didn’t tell Mrs. Tolliver, maybe he had only been teasing about the special treat. The Dursley’s had often teased him; he hadn’t thought Grandfather would do such things.
Seeing the disappointed look, Anne Tolliver could have kicked herself. She sometimes forgot that young Harry didn’t always react as most children would. “Of course he did lad, I was only having a bit of fun with you.”
“Oh,” Harry said, relief clearly heard in his voice. “Mrs. Tolliver, I don’t understand how that was fun?”
Anne thought furiously. How was she to explain the fun in playful teasing? “I suppose it might not be fun for everybody,” she admitted. “It’s only meant to be a bit of playfulness. I used to do the same with my own children, when they were little and they never failed to giggle. It tickled them I suppose because they knew I was only teasing. I should have thought that you wouldn’t know I was teasing. I’m sorry lad.”
“It’s okay Mrs. Tolliver,” Harry assured her. Truthfully, now that she had explained, he felt a bit special. She must like him if she would share with him something she had done with her own children. He hugged the thought to himself.
“Would you like me to set the table Mrs. Tolliver?” Harry quietly asked.
“That would be a help lad, thank you,” Anne smiled.
“You’re welcome.” Moving to the cupboard, Harry removed the breakfast dishes, carrying them to the dining room. With efficiency beyond his years, he soon had the table ready for the meal Mrs. Tolliver was making for them all. By this time he could hear the others moving about in their rooms as they readied themselves for the day.
Ginger was the first to enter the room. “Happy birthday Harry lad.”
Harry looked up, a grin spreading over his face. “Thank you Grandfather. Shall I fetch you a cup?”
“It’s your birthday laddie, you shouldn’t be serving me.” In truth Ginger disliked the subservient tendencies Harry showed, suspecting they weren’t wholly the result of natural inclination.
“I don’t mind Grandfather.” Harry said, a serious look upon his face.
“I know you don’t laddie, but I can fetch my own tea,” Ginger assured him. Suiting action to words Ginger soon fixed himself a cup of tea, pouring a glass of juice for Harry as well.
It wasn’t long before the others joined them, more birthday greetings being given as each man entered the room. Later after a full fry up, in honour of Harry’s birthday, the group moved to the parlour.
Harry, already enjoying a better birthday than any he could remember, was shocked at the sight of gaily wrapped gifts adorning the small table next to his usual seat. He felt his eyes filling with tears. He didn’t understand why, he wasn’t sad, quite the opposite in fact.
Dropping to one knee, Ginger wrapped an arm around the boy. “Alright laddie?”
“Are they really for me?” Harry whispered, his eyes never leaving the gift laden table.
“It isn’t somebody else’s birthday is it?” Ginger asked with a wink and a smile.
“I’ve never had gifts before. Should I open them now?” he asked uncertainly.
Suppressing his anger over another hurt inflicted by the Dursley’s, Ginger answered in the affirmative.
Once given permission Harry quickly moved to the table. Picking up the first gift he carefully removed the wrapping, laying the paper aside. This procedure was followed for each gift. None of the men had known what a boy of today would like and so had chosen to stick to classics. From Algy there was a set of Paddington Bear books, from Biggles some simple model aircraft, Bertie had given him a stuffed Paddington bear to go with Algy’s gift and from Ginger there was a new bicycle, wheeled in from the hall.
After warmly thanking each man, Harry plopped down in his chair, Paddington tucked under his arm and a book in his hands. As he read the first book, his eyes kept darting to the models and the bike, hardly daring to believe they were for him. An indeterminate amount of time later, Harry was startled by his grandfather’s voice.
“You need to put your things away now Harry,” Ginger said.
“Yes sir,” Harry said. Reluctantly he closed his book, marking his place first. Sliding out of the chair, he, with help from Ginger, gathered his things and carried them to his room.
“Change your house shoes for trainers and we’ll be ready to go,” Ginger told him.
“Go?”
“I promised you a special treat, remember?”
Harry’s eyes grew wide. “There’s more? I don’t deserve so much Grandfather,” he protested.
“Laddie you deserve all I can give you,” Ginger quickly corrected him, giving the boy a hug. Once more he found himself wishing for the chance to mete out a bit of punishment to the Dursley’s. Honestly, such thoughts were becoming a habit, understandable though it might be.
“Ginger we’re ready whenever you are,” Biggles said from the door.
Ginger nodded. He helped Harry into his trainers and soon they were on their way. As they drove towards their destination, Ginger had to grin. He wasn’t sure who was more excited, himself, Harry or his friends. Really it would be a close call, if it were a race it would certainly be a photo finish.
The drive didn’t take long and soon they were pulling into the aero club, His grin grew as he saw Harry’s eyes widening comically.
“Are we going to see an aeroplane?” Harry excitedly asked.
“Better than that laddie,” Biggles answered from the front of the car. “How would you like to go up?”
“Fly? Really?” Harry was nearly bouncing in his excitement. Turning to his grandfather he gave the man a tight hug. “Thank you Grandfather, you’re a genius!”
“Come on then,” Biggles said, chuckling quietly over the boy’s enthusiasm. It reminded him a bit of another boy, albeit Ginger had been older when first they met. Climbing from the car, the men set about performing the pre-flight checks on the old Phoenix they had bought together upon their retirements. Soon they were taxiing to the runway, prepared for takeoff.
Harry stared out the window as the plane rose in the air. He was unaware of the men who watched with joy as the boy they were all growing to care for experienced his first flight. Later, as Harry sat in the co-pilot seat, in Ginger’s lap, small hands covered by larger ones wrapped around the joystick, he thought it wasn’t possible that he could ever be happier.

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A/N: I got the idea for Harry to tell Ginger he was a genius from my own youngest child. When she was about Harry's age this was what she would always say to me whenever I gave her a special treat of any sort. I tell you, being told your a genius by your child is a great feeling, much better than a simple thank you and quite fun. I thought it would be nice to give Ginger and the fellows that same fun.
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