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Chapter Thirteen: In Which Truths Are Revealed

"I think he's brilliant," said Harry coldly.

"Do you?" said the boy, with a slight sneer. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead," said Harry shortly. He didn't feel much like going into the matter with this boy.

"Oh, sorry," said the other sounding not sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

Harry snapped, "Listen here, spoiled brat. I just told you my parents were dead. That is the first question you ask? Whether they were our kind? So you mean if they weren't, they didn't matter? Their lives don't matter?"

The boy sneered even more, "I knew from the look of you that you were one of those. Get away from me, you filthy-"

Harry had a lot of practice dealing with people who treated him like he didn't exist, or like he was beneath their notice. What he couldn't tolerate was somebody talking bad stuff about his dead parents, not when he could do something about it!

Draco Malfoy doubled over in pain as he was punched in the gut. He had to admit, Muggle methods of fighting hurt. A lot.

Madam Rosmerta didn't interfere, she was a good shopkeeper who didn't poke her nose in her customer's business.

Harry went outside.

"What's up?" said Hagrid.

"A lot of stuff." Harry told him about the boy he had met inside and his obsession with 'their kind'.

"Ah, that was Malfoy. Nasty people, those are. Blimey, bad luck for you to meet him on your first day! You shouldn't be worryin' about this stuff, 'arry . . . Jus' enjoy school, and leave them snakes to the grown-ups to handle. . ."

"Hagrid, the last time grown ups were left to handle important things, I ended up for the greater part of ten years in a small cupboard and the other part being a slave for my relatives. So forgive me if I don't trust grown ups anymore . . ."

Hagrid contemplated that.

"Yeh are right, Harry. Yeh deserve to know what happened, how You-Know-Who rose to power. . ."

They went to the Leaky Cauldron, sat in a private booth where Hagrid told the bitter truth about wizarding Britain.

"You mean to say, Malfoy supported the madman who killed my parents? And he got off?"

"Tha' Malfoy has connections to important people, people in the Ministry o' Magic."

"So I would be right in saying that Malfoy is a murderer who walked free? And there are many such murderers who want to kill me for defeating their master?"

"Yes, Harry, tho' I don't see where yeh are going with this. . ."

"I want to leave. Right now."

"Wha' do yeh mean?"

"I have loads of money in that vault at Gringotts. I can start a new life. And there isn't anyone in this country that I care about except you, so let's go somewhere where the justice system isn't so corrupt and half the people aren't bigoted killers."

"I cant jus' leave, Harry. And you can't too! You have to defeat You-Know-Who when he comes back, you have to save Britain from him, Perfesser Dumbledore says so. . ."

"Isn't Dumbledore the one who kept me with the Dursleys?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't care what he thinks. I don't owe this country anything, so I'm gonna go to France, maybe. Or maybe even America! Anywhere but here. . ."

Hagrid was too loyal to Dumbledore to come with Harry, and didn't want to stop Harry from leaving. Harry was right, Britain was too dangerous for him. . . He hugged Harry with tears in his eyes. The Portkey took him away, away from him but also from You-Know-Who, from the terrible people that sought to harm him.

He still got emotional sometimes over the fact that he was the only thing Harry cared about in Britain. Harry owled him regularly, telling him all about his life at school and recently, his life as a spell creator. It seemed he had found a beautiful witch for himself! They were going to get married soon, and they had invited him! He was glad there was a little more love in the world, as Perfesser Dumbledore would say if he was alive. . .

Hermione Granger left Britain with her parents the second she found that the Boy-Who-Lived had abandoned the country of his birth to its fate. She was smart enough to realise from McGonagall's orientation that Muggleborns were just third class citizens with no future in the Wizarding World.

AN: Sort of a plothole, sort of a problem-solution chapter. The problem - too many people who want to kill him in Britain, solution - Get out of there!

Question to all readers: Why didn't Harry, a really curious individual (in the first book at least), ask about the death of his parents in more detail? Why didn't he want to know more about their murderer and whether he had been brought to justice?

Before anyone protests; The basis of all chapters of the WLCS series is that someone spots flaws in canon logic and points it out/acts on it. So of course the one who does the act/point is going to act a little out of character. I try to understand what the character is feeling at the time, and what I felt from Harry at this point in the story was anger at Malfoy and Britain in general.

Also, the identity of Harry's beautiful soon-to-be wife is open for interpretation. Maybe she is Fleur Delacour (it's possible), or maybe she is Hermione! Maybe she is Gabrielle (It's possible) or maybe she is a female monkey! (Just kidding) She is basically whoever you want Harry to be with.