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All mistakes are my own.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The days went past and Harry began to cheer up again as time went on. He came to terms with what he had seen at Godric's Hollow wondering if he should have put something up himself to thank those that had left their well wishes. He smiled a little at the thought and decide while it would have been nice. He knew that in the end, it was best that he didn't. Harry walked into the living room carrying a pot of tea and looked at the three people that had been let in a few moment ago. He was a little nervous as this was now John's family.

"So what is your name?" the woman asked, she had a gentle smile and loving eyes, that reminded Harry a lot of John.

"Harry ma'am," he said as he wondered what he should call her.

"Oh don't call me that. If you want to call me anything call me Anna or nan. I wouldn't mind being a grandmother," she said almost absently as she looked at the ceiling a little and then back to Harry, "And you are a sweetie aren't you Harry," she said as she went to pinch his cheeks only to be stopped by her husband

The man was taller than John and little more well built. Harry had been able to deduce that he worked as a laborer and worked a lot with heavy goods that he had lifted a lot of the time by himself. "Are you a good lad?" he asked him, his voice was gruff but to the point. He had an air around him that commanded your respect.

"Yes sir, or at least I hope I am," he said as John and Sherlock came into the room.

Mum, dad, Harry I didn't know you guys were here," John said in surprise as he looked at the three of them and then to the young boy who was serving them all tea. "Harry why didn't you come and get me?" he asked him.

Harry just smiled a little, "I knew you wouldn't be that long, Sherlock was being a pain today. I know," he said as he looked at Sherlock, who looked a little annoyed at being there but settled down on the sofa. John's parents had taken the chairs as Harriette had brought one in from the kitchen.

Sherlock and John sat on the sofa and Harry joined them in the middle of it.

"Well, it's good to finally meet you, Harry," Anna said as she looked at her husband, "Peter, say something would you," she insisted

Peter shook his head and smiled a little. "Don't you worry kid, if I know John we'll be able to get you where you want to or need to go. I now it can be tough being so far away from things that you know. But John is a good one, and he'll help," he told him. He had heard what had happened to him and how he came to be with Sherlock and John.

"Yes sir," he nodded as he looked at John, "I know that both of them will do their best to help me with things."

"Mum, dad, I think there is something else that you need to know about Harry," he said as he looked at each of them, wondering if Harriette will have the same problem with Harry as she had with him. She wasn't jealous of magic, she was just the overprotective elder sister that wanted to be there for her little brother in case anything went bad.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Anna asked him, her voice soothing and calm, a balm to anyone souls who heard it.

"Well, Harry's like me. Going to the special school for the gifted up north," he said as they quickly got the hint that Harry was just like John, a wizard.

"Really?" Peter asked as he looked from Harry and John and then back to Harry again, "Well," he chuckled, "That is one for the books," he said as he looked at his son, "You make sure you teach him all that you can from that world. And from this one as well," he told his son, making sure he got a nod of agreement from him.

"I will," John smiled at his dad.

"I'm doing my normal classes as well. John and Sherlock have got a tutor in for me so I don't fall too far behind it all. I like the idea that I have that choice on which world I would be able to live in after school has finished. There are charms for the magical world, but I think I like the muggle one that little bit more." Harry piped up from where he was sat as all eyes went to him, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Good on you lad," Peter grinned, "You're following John in that, he did the same thing. Though we did push him at first, but after the first year, we didn't need. He made sure to do everything himself," he told Harry a little about John and his past.

"I know, he told me that he did both sides of his education. I'm doing the same and Sherlock is teaching me a few things as well. So that maybe one day I could do what he does. Though I don't think anyone will be able to be better than Sherlock at working on the cases," Harry told them both as he looked at Sherlock and then back to the Watsons.

"I don't like it," Harriette said from where she was sat, "I don't care that you are a wizard, I just don't like I having to share my name. I think because I was born before you I should be able to use the name Harry," she grinned as she thought it a good compromise.

"But what am I going to be called, I'm named Harry, you were called Harriette when you were born. So really I was born with the name first as you didn't have Harry as your birth name. Harry is on my birth certificate," he countered a smile on his face.

Harriette shook her head, "Oh no buddy, if you have a middle name you can be called that instead,"

Harry went a little pale at that and shook his head, "No, I can't do that. Wouldn't be right at all."

Harriette and the Watsons frowned as John was the one to explain, "Harry's middle name is James, the same name as his dad, who was murdered when he was a baby."

Harry looked at them, "I just don't think I could use the name, it wouldn't be right," he said to her.

Harriette nodded in agreement, "I suppose you are right in that. I just don't like my full name," she moaned a little, though she looked more playful with it that she had done moments before.

"What about Rette, or Retta?" Harry suggested as he let her think of them.

"Sounds a little like a Pokemon. But I liked that show when I was younger, so you know what, you can call me Retta, but anyone else, well they will get something very unpleasant," She growled shaking a fist in warning to her mother and father, as well as brother and future brother in law.

They all nodded in agreement and laughed a little as Harry grinned from where he was seated. This was how a family was, and Harry felt warm as he watched them all, laugh and joke. He leaned his head against Sherlock's shoulder as Retta made a few more veiled threats.

"So," John said, wondering what they should talk about, "The engagement party," he said as he thought of something that they could talk about.

"Yes I heard that you sorted it all out, it's only in two weeks you know," his mother reminded him.

John chuckled, "I know, we got it all sorted, the wedding too. The invitations should have gone out for the two days ago. So you should get them soon. We know we should have done it awhile ago, but things were only just sorted out with it all," he told his mother.

"That's all right, now as for the party. Write down the details and those that you have invited so that I can make sure that they will all be there. I know there are some family members that you would have there and a few you wouldn't," Anna said as she looked at her son.

John smiled standing up and grabbed a list and details of the event, that he had gotten ready to give them. He handed them over and saw her nod of approval. The family talked a little more about Harry, and why he ended up with them. Though they didn't go into any of the details, just that he needed a home and they had welcomed into their home. John sighed in relief when they finally left. Retta had been teasing him again about being blind to himself, she had done it ever since he had told her and his family that he was with Sherlock. He smiled at Harry and Sherlock and headed to the kitchen for some tea and maybe a couple of paracetamol.

Thank you for the reviews. I do hope you have enjoyed this chapter as well. And what do you think of Harriette's new name?