AN: Not mine. Characters belong to JK Rowling. No profit whatsoever for me.

Chapter 1

The first thing Harry noted was that Luile was really small. And not only that, but everyone seemed to still be celebrating the demise of Voldemort. Not that Harry was complaining, but people kept giving him odd looks.

"Don't worry about it Sam," Simon said. "When I first saw you I thought you were 'The Harry Potter', but you're not so they will eventually stop looking."

Never before in Harry's life was he more happy to be dismissed so quickly.

"I'm not stressing out over it," Harry said. " They can continue to look if they want. I'll even sign autographs if they ask. I'm not the real thing though." Harry laughed as they entered the local tavern.

"If you need anything, this is where you come," Simon said. "But don't ask for anything illegal, you gotta go to the mountains for that. Well, I must get home, you with the storm and all. Good luck."

"Thanks," Harry said, truly grateful.

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As Harry walked to the back of the tavern, he heard an argument ensuing.

"Give it to me Mortimer," a loud woman shouted. "I paid my money and I will call the Ministry about you."

"I won't give it to you and you won't call anyone," he said. "You forget that they just turn a blind eye on you and your kin because of your name. They don't give a bloody fuck about you. Next time don't come to me to buy anything. I tried to be fair, but I found out your father raped my mother before she was married! Took her virginity! She was impure when she came to my father on their wedding night. That is unforgivable! Get out!"

"Please, Mortimer! My nephew needs this badly. He will die. Do you want his blood on your hands?"

"We'll be even then. Get Out!!"

Just as Harry decided to go into the room to stop the argument, the woman came rushing out. And slammed head first into him.

"I'm terribly sorry young man," the woman blubbered as she cried. " I did not see you."

" No problem." Harry said. Then he had a novel thought. "Tell me what medicine you need."

The woman looked flabbergasted then said, "Thank you lad. You do not understand how grateful I am."

"Again, no problem. I'm happy to help."

Then Harry went into the room and bought the much needed medicine for the woman.

"Thank you again young man," the woman gushed as she took the medicine.

"You're welcome. My name is Sam Dermott. Nice to meet you."

"I'm sorry Sam, my manners were lost on me for a moment. My name is Margaret Malfoy." the woman said as she immediately searched Harry's face for a hint of hostility.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Malfoy." Harry said.

"I wish there was a way to repay you right now. You see, we don't have much money and I just lost most of what we had to Mortimer. If you need new clothes, I can make them; and call me Maggie. Ms. Malfoy makes me sound pathetic. Forty- six years old and still carrying my maiden name." Maggie exclaimed.

"Well, maybe you haven't found the right one yet." Harry said soothingly. "You can help me though. I need a place to stay. And after meeting Mortimer, I really don't want to stay here. Do you know of somewhere else?" he asked.

"You can come stay with my nephew and I. He doesn't get to be around many young people anymore. Ever since the townsmen told him they would kill him if they saw him near any one of their children." Maggie said.

"Yeah, I'll come with you," Harry said as he thought about how the townspeople were somewhat like Deatheaters: picking on a family for something they had no control over.

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