WARNINGS: Child abuse. Bad language used infrequently throughout, further chapters may mention rape. Viewer discretion required.
DISCLAIMER: Ths is the first thing I've ever written and I'm already tired of just seeing these... I'm not JK Rowling (OBVIOUSLY), All the characters are hers all that is mine is the plot of this fanfic and I don't intend on making any profit from it... now plz don't sue me cuz if I had the money to be sued, I would have bought rights to harry potter by now.. (JK)
A/N - /OMG thank you so much for reading this! I felt so happy to see I already had one review! XD\\
Harry heard a soft knock at the door and looked up to see the concerned face of Mrs. Granger standing in the doorway, "May I come in, Harry? I'd like to talk to you about something if that's okay with you?" Harry Just nodded. Harry wasn't sure exactly sure what Mrs. Granger wanted to talk about, but as long as he wasn't forced to go back to The Dursley's, Harry didn't mind one bit. Or so he thought.
"Harry dear I know this may be hard to talk about but I need to ask you some things, Okay? Do you think you can answer me honestly?" Harry's insides churned. How could she know? She doesn't know. She can't know!
Harry swallowed his emotions as he said, "Okay, Mrs. Granger. I'll answer your questions honestly, but I don't really understand what you mean." Harry said with a hint of confusion on his face. Mrs. Granger sighed as she looked at the bony child in front of her, no matter how hard this was for either of them, Mrs. Granger knew she had to help this innocent boy.
"Harry, How were things at your home?" She asked carefully, hoping Harry might open up.
She knows. She knows. She can't know. Freaks don't deserve help. Freaks deserve punishment. Harry's thoughts were racing as he picked his words carefully.
"Things were okay" he started, knowing he would tell just enough to satisfy Mrs. Granger and convince her that he was fine. "My cousin, Dudley pushed me around a lot, but it was okay. When I was running down the street, I was running from Dudley who was playing his favorite game, 'Harry Hunting'." Harry said, afraid he had said too much.
"Harry, last night you were screaming in your sleep." stated Mrs. Granger softly. The fear inside of Harry kept building up, threatening to erupt. I woke them up with my freakiness. They won't want me anymore. She's sending me back. I'M A FREAK!
"Harry, dear? Are you alright child?" Mrs. Grangers growing concern was written all over her face and laced into the words that she spoke. She moved in closer to harry, in an attempt at comforting, but he just flinched away at her touch.
"Harry, dear, I don't know what happened to you but I know that something has happened," Mrs. Granger paused "And I - We all want to help you, but you need to talk to us." Mrs. Granger said compassionately. Lies. Freaks do not get help. Freaks get punishments. You can't trust anyone, not even her.
"You're right, Mrs. Granger. You don't know what happened because nothing happened. You just don't understand!" Harry snapped, instantly regretting yelling at Mrs. Granger.
"Child, Pease listen to me. Help us to understand so we can help you." Harry couldn't take it, he felt like he was about to explode. "FORGET IT" He screamed. She can't know. Forget it, she must forget it. This became a mantra in his head as a flash of pale green light went straight for Mrs. Granger. Mrs. Granger looked dumbfounded, she took in her surroundings for a moment and she realized she was on the bed in Harry's room. She decided she must have fallen asleep there, she stood up and walked out of the room. "Hello Harry dear, how are you this morning?" she asked pleasantly. Harry, hiding his confusion replied. "I'm well thank you, Mrs. Granger. "
Harry stood there, just as confused as Mrs. Granger. Had she really forgotten their conversation? Harry noticed that as Mrs. Granger looked at him when she left, the concern in her eyes had disintegrated, replaced by a slight twinkle. When Harry thought about it, he was relieved with what had happened. Harry decided he didn't care how it happened, he was just so grateful that his secret was, once again, a secret.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted as he heard a loud bang coming from the door. Curious, Harry crept down the stairs to see a short, plump kind-faced woman with a motherly look to her, along with fiery red hair. "Good Morning Mrs. Granger. My name is Molly Weasley and I'm here to talk to you and your daughter Hermione, as well as Harry. May I Come in?" She asked.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley," said Mrs granger, "Of course you may come in!" She exclaimed as the gestured toward the couch that harry had woken on just the day before. "Harry dear?" Mrs. Granger started, "Could you please go find Hermione and bring her down here so we can all talk?" Harry moved quickly from his place near the door as he raced up the stairs to find Hermione. After a quick search, Harry found Hermione sitting on her bed, reading.
"Hermione! Someone is here to see us! Mrs. Granger asked me to come get you!" Harry half shouted excitedly, as he all but skipped down the stairs. Harry had never had a visitor before. Suddenly becoming shy, harry slipped into the couch opposite Mrs. Weasley, next to Hermione. Shyly he said "H-hello" Harry looked around the room, not quite meeting her eyes.
"Good morning child," Said Mrs. Weasley, "I'm here to explain something to you all. This may come as a surprise, and you may not believe me at first. But if you just listen until I finish speaking there will be a time where you can all ask any questions that I will answer to the best of my ability," Mrs. Weasley paused for a moment as everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Mrs. Weasley continued, " I'm a witch, all of my family are witches or wizards. There are millions of witches and wizards and Harry and Hermione both belong to the world of magic. Mrs. Granger, you and your husband are what e call 'muggles' - non-magic people. It means you two can't do magic. However, your children can." Mrs. Weasley paused and let them soak in the new information before continuing, "I am here today to gave Harry and Hermione their Hogwarts acceptance letters. Hogwarts is a special school where young witches and wizards, like your children, can learn to control and refine their powers. Here you go children." She said as she passed Harry and Hermione their letters. Harry opened the envelope and started to read the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
"I think you've made a mistake. I mean, I... can't be a... a wizard. I mean, I'm... just... Harry. Just Harry." He said.
"Have you ever made anything happen? That you couldn't explain when you were angry? Or…scared?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry considered this. Suddenly he remembered what had happened just minutes before in his bedroom, he decided he better not mention that though. Mrs. Weasley took the silence as agreement. "You see Harry, you and Hermione, you're special. Now if your parents give you permission to go to Hogwarts, you are all welcome to come stay with my family and me until the term begins so we can help you get used to things a little easier." Mrs. Weasley finished speaking as she looked around as she quickly asked: "Are there any questions?" Mrs. Granger looked deep in thought as she looked up, "How often will we see them?" she asked.
"The term begins on September 1. There are holidays for Christmas and Easter where the students can choose to stay at school or go home and they all go home for nine weeks in the summer. You can also write to them at any time and give it to the owl I will be providing you with," Mrs. Weasley answered.
"Harry, Hermione, Could you please go upstairs for a little bit while we make our decision?" Harry and Hermine stood up instantly and ran into Hermione's Bedroom to talk.
