Lost Family

The wind blew a crossed the parking of King's Cross Station as four people walked across the pavement. The group was lead by a purple faced, rather obese man, muttering under his breath about about the nerve of freaks. Behind him was a thin almost twig like woman with a pointed face. Next to her was a young man that made a Hump-back whale seem small, whose looked like he had seen a ghost.

The last one in the had drawn appearance with a haunted look. He was thin, to thin really, with almost emerald colored eyes. He also appeared lost in his own thoughts.

Finally they came to new luxury SUV and the large man opened it and they climbed in. As they pulled out of the lot Vernon let out a bellow "what do your freaky friends think they are doing threating us? If they show up around my house I will have them arrested!" There was no response from his nephew, Harry. "Boy, I'm talking to you, you freak."

"Sorry, Uncle Vernon, but my godfather was just killed by the man who killed my parents" replied Harry.

At this Petunia squeaked "I thought the white haired man said he was gone?"

"OH, he was but apparently he has returned."

"Does he pose a threat to our family?"

"If your thinking about kicking me out, you'll only put yourselves in more danger."

"What do you mean boy?" came Vernon's bellow.

"When I came to live with you, Professor Dumbledor placed some protections on the house to prevent anyone who wants to hurt me from entering. I don't really understand it really, which is probably a good thing. Anyway so long as I call Pivot Drive my home part of the year, it will be a safe place until my 17th birthday when I become an adult."

"How does it work?"

"As I said I don't really understand it. The way I understand it, when my mum died to protect me, she placed some sort of protection on me. So where ever her blood is, is where I'll be safest. So Dumbledor used this to put some sort of protection on Privet Drive. So long as Aunt Petunia and I are safe and call it home, no harm can come to us there."

Vernon smirked "you mean you'll be safe."

At this Harry smirked "as near as I can tell it's a two way street. You protect me and I Protect you. Knowing Voldemort, I don't think he would let you live whether I'm there or not. This psychopathic murder really doesn't care who he kills so long as he gets what he wants. He's really a spoiled brat isn't he."

For the next while the car was quite as each was left to his own thoughts. Harry had the thought that the ride from London to Little Whinging was a long one.

As they pulled with up to 4 Privet Drive, Harry suddenly said "I know we've never been on the best of terms, but I don't want you to get hurt. Please do not take any unnecessary risks."

At this Vernon bellowed "are you telling us what to do boy?"

"No, Uncle Vernon, I just want to make sure the no unnecessary people die. I'm sure, under the circumstances, you understand the need to take precautions. This is serious, Voldemort will stop at nothing to get what he wants. You and Dudley are innocent bystanders, I don't want you to get hurt."

"What about me" Petunia squeaked.

"Through your blood your linked to me. That is more reason then most to be killed. A friendly piece of advice: Stay close to the house, avoid people you don't know who seem anxious to get to know you, and watch for sudden differences in people who you do know. Though that would be sound advice for all of you."

"Whadda mean?' Dudley piped up.

"In my world the a mixture called a Polyjuice Potion, I allow a person to visually appear as another. It's restricted, but thats never stop Voldemort or his followers before. As I said, I don't want you hurt. Oh, Uncle Vernon, could you pop the trunk open so I carry my things in." At this Harry jumped out of the vehicle and started walking and began to collect his things.

Harry sat in his room the next morning thinking, even though it still hurt to think about Sirius, he knew he had to go on. Sirius would have been very angry if Harry just laid down and died. Plus all that Voldemort would kill in the future would be his fault. He still had to train, but he had to keep fighting.

When Harry's aunt called him down to lunch, he had decided that he had to make arrangements to train. He needed to figure out how to protect himself and others. After lunch he went back to his room.

Once in his room he pulled out a piece of parchment, and began to write.

Prof. Dumbledor,

I just wanted to ask you if I could approach Minister Fudge on a few things. Namely about learning how make portkeys, Apperition, and perhaps a special exemptions for certain things.

Harry

Finishing, he folded the letter and sealed it. Turning to his owl he said "Hedwig, take this to Professor Dumbledor and wait for a response."

Hedwig seemed to nod and grabbed the letter in her beak, took flight. Just then his aunt called up the dinner was ready.

As he walked in his uncle sneered "what are you thinking boy"

Harry looked up and said "just more about what was said in the car. Though I was wondering, I know how you fell about us, but if there was a way to provide some more protection, would you accept it?"

"How do you mean?"

"There is a possibility that you could be attacked off of this house." At this his uncle looked thoughtful. Harry continued "there is a thing in my world called a portkey, it takes you from any point to a specific point. So if you were attacked, you activate it and it would bring you say here to safety. A portkey can be anything so no one would notice it."

"You know how we feel about that freakyness."

"I know, but I can't help but to wonder about your safety."

At this Petunia asked "why all the concern about us, we've never been nice to you."

At this Harry replied "despite our many deferences, you are still my family. I think you'll agree I've lost enough family to that man." The Dursleys only agreed. "So if I can arrange it would you carry portkeys?" To which Vernon said they would think about it.

After dinner Harry went up to his room to read.

Early next morning, Harry was woke up to a gentle knocking sound. Opening the door he went down stairs and opened the door to find Professor Dumbledore standing there. "Good morning, Professor" Harry said through a yawn.

"Yes, good morning, Harry." With a twinkle in his eye. "A very early morning by the looks of your clothing or lack there of." At this, Harry remembered that all he was was waring was a pair of boxer shorts and immediately went red.

"Would you come in and have a seat. I'll be right back."

Harry immediately ran upstairs and put on some cloths. Now decent, he went back down stairs to find Dumbledore standing in the living room.

"I presume this is about the letter I sent?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and to see about Occlumency. May I inquire what you wish to ask the minister?"

"I wish to ask him about a limited exemption from the underage restriction, learning how to make portkeys, and an exemtion from the age restriction on apperition. I want to make emergency portkeys for my aunt, uncle, and Dudley. Apperition for escape purposes. Plus knowing how to make a portkey could also be useful in an emergencey. Also, it might be a good idea to see about some sort of truce."

"I agree with you Harry, I think your right. Though I'm surprised you felt the need to ask me."

"Angry at you or not. You are still important to me. Now about Occlumency?"

"Right. I still want you to learn it. Now what has Professor Snape told you about it?"

"Just that your supposed to clear you mind some how."

Dumbledor waited for Harry to continue before "is that all he told you?" Harry nodded. Dumbledor looked stuned for moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling about out a book. He handed it to Harry. "This is a book on the basic of occlumency. Kingsley Shacklebolt will teach you for now in the mornings. I must be going now. Bye Harry."

As Harry was showing Dumbledore out, his aunt came down the stairs.