A/N: Sorry about the lateness again, I'm slowly churning this out. It's a short one, but enjoy!
So to recap. She had met her cousin and extended family. Realised they were abusing Lily's son. Busted down Albus Dumbledore's office door. Set up an entire bedroom in her home. Obtained custody of said child. And had neglected to tell him the fact that she was a witch, and that he was more than likely a wizard.
And now she was sitting in a cafe with him.
Harry sat oblivious from the girl, happily sipping his milkshake and swinging his legs under the table. Darcy was gripping the coffee cup so tightly it didn't move, but the table and saucer rattled with each thunk of his shoes against the table leg. Her tight lipped stare at the wood grain of the table was only broken by the waitress that came to check on them.
"Is everything okay here?" She asked with a tense smile. Darcy shot an apologetic one back, and nodded, before turning to Harry.
"Sweetheart maybe don't kick the table, please. I don't think the lady appreciates it."
Harry stopped, and shrunk in his seat. Her heart sank.
"Sorry, Aunty Darcy. I won't do it again, I promise."
"It's alright, Harry, I'm not angry, you don't have to apologise to me. It's alright. It's just not fair to the lady and the other customers, so maybe we can apologise to the nice lady and make amends?"
Harry's nose scrunched. "What's amends?"
Darcy smiled, and said, "To make amends is like an apology. Saying sorry is an apology with words, amends is an apology with actions. You do something to help or make things better for the person you upset."
Harry frowned deeper, and nodded, before looking up at the now very uncomfortable waitress.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. Can I do anything to help you?"
The waitress smiled again, warmly now, and shook her head.
"You're very sweet, but that's alright. You have very good manners."
Darcy smiled as Harry beamed at the lady, who walked away with a slight nod.
Do it now. Do it. Tell him. Tell him you coward. Tell him.
Darcy looked around the café. The waitress had gone to the back, and the old lady in the corner had closed her eyes long ago, her chest rising and falling being the only movement in the last 20 minutes. That left just the two of them. She took a breath.
"Harry." She began. He perked up, staring out from behind his glasses. She cleared her throat.
Harry, have you ever noticed strange things happening? Things that didn't really make sense?"
Harry frowned deeply, and mumbled back a small, "No."
"Harry these aren't bad things. There's nothing bad about it. It might have made Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon very cross, but they weren't angry with you, they were scared. Because when strange things happen, and people don't understand why, they get scared and it looks like anger."
Harry nodded his little head, but still seemed wary. Deep breath.
"When I was a little girl, and I was scared, or alone, or frightened, my mummy's flower vases used to explode."
Big eyes again. "Explode?!"
"That's right." She nodded. "Or sometimes if I really really wanted a biscuit, it would float down out of the cupboards to me! Strange things happened all the time, and nobody understood why!"
Harry thought for a moment, nose scrunching, before asking, "Like Dudley's toys disappearing, and my hair growing back when Aunt Petunia cuts it all off?"
Darcy nodded, slightly relieved. "Exactly. All those things, Harry, are magic. You might not have meant to, but all of those things were accidental magic Harry. I can do magic too. Because I'm a witch. And you-"
She hesitated. The boy stared at his cousin, but said nothing.
"You're a wizard Harry."