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Here is a new story thats been in my mind for a while. First chapter ain't much...but i needed to write it I also have another planned. Look out for that. But here's this.
Enjoy!
"Hey mate, you heard the news?"
"Yer Ron, I have" Harry said, pushing the food around on the plate in front of him.
"Isn't it fantastic! Bellatrix Lestrange is finally dead!" Ron said, happiness covering his face.
"Yer, fabulous."
Hermione noticed her friend's depressed face and tone, and nudged Ron.
"What?" He said, turning to her.
"Stop it. Harry's upset about something." Hermione said quietly so the dark haired boy wouldn't hear her.
"Yer, but this will cheer him up. The bitch that finally killed Sirius is – "
"That's probably it Ron! It's bringing up memories of Sirius. Just leave him be for a while."
"Whatever." Ron said, and turned happily to his food and proceeded to shovel it down his throat. Hermione shook her head at her friend's antics. He was completely food obsessed.
"Are you sure mate? I thought you hated it there."
"I do, but they have asked that I come home for Easter. I have no idea why but I have to."
"Is there no way you can get out of it?"
"No." Harry said plainly as he packed the last of his bag.
"Well, it won't be the same without you mate. Have a good time, if you can." Ron smiled, clapping his friend around the shoulders.
"I will try. See you soon." Harry said as he walked out of the common room and down to the Entrance Hall.
"Everyone accounted for Minerva?"
"Everyone apart from one Gryffindor." She said, and then showed the parchment to the old Wizard.
"Harry? He hasn't returned?"
"He didn't sign in here, and no one saw him on the train."
"Maybe he forgot Minerva. We shall wait a while before we go and look for him. He always has a lot of his mind." Dumbledore said, handing the parchment back to Professor McGonagall.
"Professor! Professor Dumbledore! Sir!" Hermione called as she rushed up the hall to where she saw him, heading towards the Great Hall for lunch.
"Yes Miss Granger?"
"Sir, Harry hasn't returned. We thought he just hadn't come up to the common room, but he's really not here sir, we checked the – " Ron started, catching up with his friend.
"We checked everywhere sir." Hermione interrupted, sending Ron a glare to shut him up.
"Well leave it to me then. I shall go and find him." Dumbledore said before walking quickly into the Great Hall.
He strode up to Professor McGonagall who was already eating.
"Minerva, I am leaving to visit Privet Drive. Harry has not turned up and I am going."
"I'm coming with you Albus. I have met the boy's relatives and if they put up any resistance you may need my help." She stated as she stood up.
Dumbledore nodded his head in thanks and then began to walk out of the hall, the elderly witch following close behind.
They walked out of the school and to the edge of the Anti-Apparation wards, where they apparated to Little Whinging.
McGonagall quickly transfigured their robes into something more Muggle and then they walked out of the alley and to 4 Privet Drive.
Dumbledore knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
The door opened to reveal Harry holding a small girl.
"Sir!" Harry exclaimed.
Dumbledore and McGonagall stared in shock at the small child in his arms. She was sucking her thumb and holding her other hand with the one she was sucking, so her nose was hidden. Upon seeing the stares she was getting, she turned and snuggle into Harry's neck, hiding from the two people on the doorstep.
"Please come in." Harry said, stepping back. They stepped in, and Harry closed the door and led the way to the lounge. He paused at the door to the back garden.
Placing the small child on the floor, he said "Go and play outside while Daddy talks with his teachers ok hunny?"
She nodded before running outside to play.
Harry smiled as she began to clamber up onto the small child's climbing frame he had bought her.
"She is yours?" McGonagall asked, drawing his attention back to the people sitting in the lounge.
Harry walked back to the lounge and sat down.
"Yer she is." Harry said leaning back and closing his eyes, dreading what was about to be discussed.
"Harry, why didn't you return to us after the holiday's ended?" Dumbledore began.
"I couldn't leave her, could I?" Gesturing outside to where little squeals of enjoyment could be heard.
"Well couldn't you have left her with her mother, like you presumably have before?"
Harry dropped his face into his hands, and fought back the tears. "She's dead." He whispered.
There was silence in the room.
"I'm sorry my boy." Dumbledore consoled.
"It's ok." Harry said, as he looked back up and out towards the door. "I have her after all."
Dumbledore nodded. "Harry you must return to Hogwarts. You are not completely safe here. It's enough for the school holidays, but not all year round."
"But I can't leave her!" Harry exclaimed.
"Could you not – "
Dumbledore was interrupted by a scream coming from outside.
Harry jumped to his feet.
"Bella!" He said as he rushed to the door and outside.
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