Chapter 14

Harry had never hated time more. It was such a strange thing time. One moment he's fighting a suicidal mad man with a second head and burnt body, the next he's back to plain old boring Surrey. The moment Harry came back to this place had been the moment he truly hated Dumbledore. Family? Yah right!

Harry didn't know what Dumbledore meant by saying 'They are you family, they are important. They'll save you from a psychotic dark lord. Blah Blah Blah.'

When Harry went back to the house from kings cross, using the Knight Bus, he got a smile. It seemed that the fire that he seat on the Dursleys house burnt down the front of the house. They had to rebuild the living room, stairs and they had finally gotten rid of the cupboard under the stairs.

When he knocked on the door, a grim looking Vernon opened it. It seemed that they had not expected him. It started like this, "What are you doing here boy!" yelled the pig Vernon, he was red with rage.

"Quite Vermin you'll wake up the entire neighborhood. Do you really want that?" asked Harry, he was used to the shouting, it did not phase him anymore.

Vernon quickly grabbed Harry by the collar and dragged him in. Harry brought his trunk along, but the moment they were in and the door was shut Harry grabbed Vernon's wrist and twisted it of.

"Don't touch me," Harry said. Vernon snapped his hand back, the last time Harry looked at him like that he had burned him.

"What are you doing here boy?! You ran away!"

"And I wish I stayed away you pig! But I don't have a choice in the matter!"

"What are you on about boy!"

Harry then took out a letter and handed it to Vernon. Dumbledore had given it to him, to give to his uncle. The moment Vernon touched the parchment inside he looked glass eyed. He read the letter to himself and walked away to the kitchen.

When he came back,Petunia was with him she was also glass eyed. She looked down at at Harry, "Go up into Dudley's second room and settle in, dinner will be ready in an hour."

Harry did just that, and when he was dragging his trunk up the stairs something weird happened, Vernon helped him carry it!

What the heck was going on?!

Harry locked the room and looked around. There was toys scattered around everywhere all half broken or completely useless. Harry pushed all the toys into a corner and started unpacking, but something was nagging him, what was in the letter?

Harry had no clue what Dumbledore had written in that letter, what could have made the Dursley's nice? To him?!

He put his trunk in the wardrobe and unpacked only his clothes and a few book he had planned to read.
Harry then went down for dinner, to was a weird dinner. Dudley was shocked to see Harry there he looked like he was about to jump of his chair and try and strangle Harry. Luckily, for Dudley that is, Vernon stopped him.

And that was how every interaction Harry had with his 'family' went. One moment the Dursley's were fine and gossiping about the neighbors and people who they hated, the next the moment Harry came into view they changed.

Dudley was angry, it seemed that little swing Harry hit him with knocked a few of his teeth loose, but he chose not to act on his anger. Vernon and Petunia either ignored Harry or acted completely neutral to him.
Harry didn't mind he was actually glad because he now he could read magic. Harry could not actually do magic but he still read the theory. He also practised his bending, a lot. Since it was not magic, at least according to the unicorn he met at school, the ministry could not track him. Harry also spent time walking out and sometime just spending days out in the park.

He also didn't have to do any chores so plus on that. He wrote to his friends several times but for some reason he never seemed to get any letters back from them. It was strange, Hermione was in France with her parents and Nina was in America visiting family. Neville was not really doing anything so he at least expected a letter from him, but he got nothing.

Soon before Harry knew it, it was his birthday and like all the birthday's before it he woke up like every other day. Harry expected nothing special and he was right. Not even his friends gave him anything.
He got up out of bed and looked across his room.

On his table was his books he was looking over and next to it was a potion he was currently making. He ordered some ingredients from Diagon alley when he came back here, and started working on potion's. This one was a new recipe he was trying out for his plants. He really liked the plants at the Dursley's and it was a pleasure taking care of the flowers. He took the cauldron of the flames and poured into a empty vial and then stored the veil into his now almost full potions box.

Harry cleaned himself off, got ready and went walked down stairs. The Dursleys were getting ready for a dinner party with one of Vernon's bosses. Vernon was telling everyone what to do. Petunia was already starting dinner and dudley was just half listening to his dad.

"Boy!" called out Vernon, "Tell me what are you going to do today? Sitting about your room all day or outside?"

"I don't have any plans uncle Vernon, why do you ask?" asked Harry as he sat down across Vernon and eating a plate of golden eggs.

"The Mason's will be coming over and I was wondering whether I should expect you there. "

"Ahh...," Harry was taken back a little by this, Vernon was actually treating him like a human being, "Ah, sure I'll be there."

"Do you have a suit boy?"

"No u-uncle Vernon."

"Fine, I'll take you out to get one now eat your food quickly boy," and with that Vernon was gone to get ready to go out. Harry was shocked he never, ever, ever got anything from Vernon. Dudley just looked at him with a lowered jaw.

An hour later they were Aver's clothing for men and Harry was trying on his first suit ever. Harry had grown a lot since a year ago. He was now at least a foot taller and did not look malnourished. His hair was crisp and soft but also looked messy.

Harry looked down at the 200 pound suit he was wearing, it was pitch black jacket and slacks with white pinstripes on them. His shirt was emerald green and a few shades darker than his eye's and he had a black tie, with no particular design. He wore leather shoes and all in all Harry had to admit, he locked good.
When he stepped out of the changing room for his uncle to see his uncle just looked and stared he immediately bought Harry the suit and when they were leaving the store with the suit in a bag he looked to Harry and said, "Happy Birthday."

Harry was quiet till they came back to the house and Vernon then told him to be ready by six.

And when when six rolled by and the Mason's were expected to come, Harry went downstairs, suit and all.
When the rest of the Dursley's saw Harry, there were mixed reactions. Dudley just looked like he was about to explode in jealousy. Petunia got a deja vu and though for a second that Harry was James Potter, expect for the eyes, they were Lily's. Vernon just told him to get in line that was formed in front of the door.

"Place's everyone I can see them coming!" yelled Vernon.

The door opened and Harry saw three people, one was an older gentleman guessing him as Mr. Mason. The other person was an older woman, she was holding Mr. Mason's hand so she was Mrs. Mason but the third figure, was a mystery. One thing for sure though, she had the prettiest smile Harry had ever seen.

The third figure was a young girl with bleach blond hair and bright green eyes. She was dressed in a yellow sundress and had a purse hanging of her shoulder.

"Ah Mr. Mason," came Vernon's booming voice, snapping Harry out of his daze, "I welcome you to my home." Vernon then shook the older gentleman's hand and kissed the woman's.

When introductions went around Harry was introduced to Mr. Mason and finally they got to the mystery girl, "Vernon, I would like to introduce you to my grand daughter, Franceska Harpin. She is staying with us and I brought her along to met my friend." The last part made Vernon happy and the two men went of to the lounge to talk business.

Petunia nudged Dudley to go talk to Franceska before she left with Mrs. MAson leaving the three kids alone.
Harry gathered his Gryffindor courage and stepped to Franceska and extended his hand and gave her a smile, "Hello I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

Francesca smiled back and gave his hand a firm shack, "Franceska Harpin, pleasure."

"Dudley, Dudley Dursley," Dudley said breaking Harry's and Franceska's shake. He was obviously jealous of Harry courage to talk to girls.

The three spent a lot of time together that evening. Franceska or Franchie, was a 13 year old who went to some prep muggle school. She was the life of the party and Harry and Dudley couldn't help but be attracted to her. After dinner Harry and Franchie became friends and Dudley couldn't care less as he was glued to the tele.

"So Harry do you have any pets?" asked Franchie.

"Yup, I have an owl," said Harry. Franchie was then gaping like a fish.

"A-An owl? But how?"

"Would you like to see it?" asked a eger Harry.

"Of course!" Harry and Franchie then went up to Harry's room.

Franchie had seen other boy's room and knew what to expect, something messy and dirty and things places only the owner knew where. Harry's on the other and, was well plain weird.

Inside the room was chaos. There was a large pile of toys in one corner all broken, and on the floor a bucket of water and a few candles. On his table there were plenty of books and what looked to be a cauldron.

"Here she is," came Harry's voice, breaking Franchie's inception of his room. She looked up and saw the most beautiful snow white owl sitting in a cage by the window.

"Harry she's beautiful!" The owl then held it's beak up high almost arrogant like.

"Yup she is,"

"I must say Harry if not for the owl I would have mistaken you for some kind of satanist."

"What?"

"Well, candles on the floor and a black cauldron for wicked potions and some text book which look to be bound in leather, well it is kind of completing that line of thought."

Harry hit himself in the face. He left all of his stuff out in the open, he immediately went and closed all the book, it would be wired to explain to Franchie why he had books on actual magic. Note to self : hid the magic stuff.

Franchie merely gave Harry's action a chuckle and sat down on his bed.

"Sorry about that did not expect company," said Harry as he took his seat next to Franchie on his bed, his very small bed. Franchie was rubbing her hands together she looked nervous.

"It's okay i've seen my brother's bed and that is super dirty so relax."

Then then sat there in comfortable silence, until Harry said, "That is a very pretty dress Franchise, but why a sundress?"

Franchie looked at Harry and was blushing a shade of red like the Weasley's, "Oh. it's nothing special just that it is the only fancy clothes I have. Plus I like yellow." She ended with a grin, "That,s a very nice suit Harry you look sharp."

"Thanks, I got it for my birth day."

"Oh really, when is that?"

"Today," said Harry with a red face. He was not really used to someone in his room. Heck few days ago he did not have a room, true he had roommates in Hogwarts but that was so not the same.

"Really! I should give you a gift, w-what do I" She snapped her head to Harry and looked at him dead in the eyes, she gathered up all her courage, "then, w-w-well here-e." She closed her eye's and moved closer to Harry.

Harry saw her face and realised what it meant. She was trying to kiss him! Him! God, he was getting nervous, this was so not how he saw his day going. He then took a calm breath, he closed his eyes and leaned forward, their lips were a hair's breath away and then:

"Franceska! Get ready we are leaving!" came Mr. Mason's voice from downstairs.

Harry and Franchie snapped their eye's open and green met green. They were so close.

"I-I have to go," Franchie got up of the bed, her courage all lost.

"Franchie, wait," Harry, got up and went up to her, he did not want to end this day on regret and what if's. He caught her around the waist and turned her around. He was blushing red and so was Franchie, now was the moment.

Harry leaned in a kissed her. He honestly did not what to expect and when he did kiss her, he felt... happy. For one sec he felt whole? Complete? he felt, word's could not describe he just felt like he was there, in that moment.

When they broke it Franchie looked at Harry and leaned in and kissed him. And again that feeling of just being filled Harry.

They then went downstairs where the Mason's and the Dursley's were saying good bye. The adults were surprised to see Franchie holding hands with Harry.

Harry parted from her after a hug and a promise from her to call him later on before they both left for their respective boarding schools.

That night Harry was high on life and also felt an urge inside him, and urge to feel complete again.

He started working on a basic nutrition potion to help his body. He switched of the lights and decided to go to sleep but felt butterflies in his stomach it was an odd feeling.

Then a pop broke out. Harry looked around and clicked his hand summoning his flames to him. He looked around and saw a little lighted by the flame. It was short and had a rag for clothes. An... is that a house elf?
"Hello?" asked a conscious Harry.

"Harry Potter, such an honour it is," said the house elf with tennis ball sized eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Dobby sir, Dobby the house elf," he concluded with a bow.

"Not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?" Harry now stood up and looked at Dobby with an interest.

"Oh yes, Dobby understand, Dobby has come to tell you, you see, it is..., it's like..., it's difficult. Dobby managed to find time to run from his master to tell you this sir, Dobby wonder's where to begin."

"Why don't you sit down," Harry walked over to the light's flipping it on and pointed to the bed.

"S-S-Sit down? Sit down?" Dobby then broke out into hysterical crying and weeping they little thing was going to wake everyone up! The Dursley's were finally treating him like a human being, he so did not need this right now.

"I'm sorry Dobby, I did not mean to offend you. Please keep it down." Dobby stopped crying at 'offended you'.

"Offended me?" Dobby looked at Harry with those big tennis ball eye's, "Dobby has heard of your greatness Harry Potter sir. But never has been asked to sit down, like an equal. You are truly amazing sir."

"Never been asked to sit...," then it hit Harry, Dobby looked malnourished not just thin like other house elves Harry saw at Hogwart's, and then his hands looked like they had been used a lot. His rags also made a lot of sense. Someone must own him,"Dobby, who is your master," he asked finally.

"Sir... I can't..Ahhhh!" Dooby screamed and started hitting himself on Harry's bed.

"No!" Harry hissed separating Dobby from the bed. Finally he managed to free Dobby, Harry wondered who the monster was that forced Dobby to do these kinds of things. "Dobby as a wizard Ii ask you to stop inflicting damage on your self in my presence." Harry did not like pulling rank on Dobby but it had to be done least Dobby break his own skull,

"Dobby apologizes sir, it is just that,"

"I know the rules Dobby I read up on them when in Hogwarts."

"May Dobby ask why sir?"

"Well...," Harry then told Dobby the story of when he discovered the Hogwarts house elves and how he desperately tried free them. By the end of the story Dobby was in tears.

"Harry Potter is truly great!" yelled Dobby.

"Dobby, quite!" Harry hissed again.

"Yes sir, sorry, Dobby has never found a wizard so compassionate to us house elves."

Harry looked at the wet tennis ball eyes, and decided to start the plan he made to help any house elf he had found,"Dobby, do you want to be free?"

On that question Dobby looked up and his eyes glittered with a faint glow. They were filled with something which Dobby had never thought he would feel, hope.

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