***DISCLAIMER***: This fic will eventually contain themes that may be offensive such as violence and sex. There will be slash, D/H eventually. However my story is about much more than that, love, adventure, mystery. So, if you don't approve of such things, move along. If you don't mind it, read on at your own risk.

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Fairy Rings Can Be Rather Tricky Things

Chapter Three: Newly Discovered Secrets

Harry's Point of View:

"I attended Hogwarts with your mother and father. Lily, James, Remus, Peter, Narcissa, and I were all such good friends-"

"Were you friend with my Godfather, Sirius Black? You mean Narcissa Malfoy?!" I asked interrupting suddenly.

She smiled a watery sort of painful smile. "Yes, I was friends with Sirius, how could I not be with all of those crazy characters running about? And yes, I was friends with Narcissa, we all were. She wasn't such a snob when she as younger. So we were all very close to each other, and being your mother's best friend, she made me your Godmother. I used to baby-sit you Harry, when your parents would sneak off for a date, but I suppose you don't remember me, of course."

I sat silently not knowing what to say to her. She cocked her head at me curiously. "You're probably wondering why I didn't come for you sooner. I want you to believe me when I say that I wanted to come for you immediately. I solicited Albus as soon as I had heard about your parents. I loved your mother so, Harry. She was a sister to me. We used to spend the summers together. In fact, we were rather horrid to your Aunt there, " She pointed at my still sleeping Aunt, "She was always so dreadfully jealous of your mother being a witch, going to Hogwarts, getting to visit the 'fairy princess'." Her eyes strayed down to her lap. She was crying again.

"Please miss." I said helplessly not knowing what to do.

"Évelyne, call me Évelyne. Would you look at me crying like this! I haven't cried since Lily. Anyway, I couldn't come for you as my mother Sélene had forbidden it. My elder sister, Diana, the heiress to our kingdom was missing, kidnapped by Voldemort, and the responsibilities of the Seleighie court weighed me down. After his defeat, we found her, in a sorceress slumber. She hasn't awakened yet, but my responsibilities were over at her return. I contacted Albus, and here I am." She smiled at me warmly and leaned forward to put her hand on my knee. "I can't tell you how happy I am to see you again, Harry. Please forgive me for not coming sooner for you."

I let go of the pillow I had been clutching and put my hand over hers. Her eyes lit up beautifully in a radiant, dazzling joy. She glowed faintly. How I hadn't guessed that she was fae before I'll never know. Her hair slid forward and bared a delicate pointed ear, definite proof of her fairy heritage. "I'm glad to meet you Évelyne. Very glad.

She held my hand in hers for a moment then slyly smiled up at me with all the wile of a wicked conspirator. "Harry, I know from my own experience how dreadful Petunia can be, and I was wondering if you would maybe like to come and live with me."

"I'd like that." I said surprising myself with the quickness of my answer. I felt a like towards the strange woman across from me. She seemed out of place and exotic in my Aunt's atrocious pink floral sitting room, and nothing seemed like such a welcome change. Surely if Dumbledore trusted her so could I. "I'll get my stuff. Be right back." She nodded in excited acceptance and began to smooth down her skirt that had been rumpled in her struggled with sleeping Aunt Petunia.

I trampled up stairs in a mad dash and smashed against the fat bulk of Dudley. "Watch where you're going! By the way what's for breakfast?" His jowls jiggled comically when he spoke, and I felt a crazy joy in my heart. I never have to see pig-boy again.

"Breakfast is serve yourself now on. I'm leaving for good."

"What? Leaving? What are you talking about?" He demanded blocking my way with bovine stupidity.

"My Godmother's come for me, and I'm going to go live with her, so get out of my way already."

"Is she a- a witch?" Dudley stuttered in animal horror, covering his fat bottom in fear.

"No," A look of relief passed over his face, "She's a fairy princess, loads more scary than an ordinary witch." I smiled wickedly enjoying the look of horror that crossed his face.

"A fairy. like an wicked fairy Godmother?!"

"Yeah, and she's downstairs. If I were you I'd go back upstairs and hide under my bed. Fairies like to kidnap children to eat," I gleefully lied through my teeth, "And looking at you I'd say you'd feed an entire fairy village, an excellent catch-"

His fat ass bolted up the stairs and peered down with a shriek. "Hello there." A feminine voice chirped up at him. He shrieked again ran to his room and bolted the door "I'm calling the Bobbies on you!" He screamed.

Évelyne looked at me in wry amusement. "What on earth did you tell that boy?"

"That fairies eat annoying fat boys."

"Now that's not true." She smiled at me with a wink. "Only bad fairies eat children, and I'm not a fairy. I'm more of um. what you would call an elf, Seleighie."

"I know that, but he doesn't."

"Ah, touché. Hadn't you better see to him about calling the police?" She asked faint worry coloring her words.

"No, he's bluffing. He doesn't have a telephone in his room anymore after he got caught calling all these hot line numbers."

"Hot line numbers?"

"Uh, phone-sex operators."

"Oh, my, what a naughty boy he is. Maybe he does need to be gobbled up by wicked fairies." She said it loud enough to carry and Dudley began to squeal in renewed terror. "I'm only kidding, kid!" She called with only seem to encourage his outbursts intensity. "Oh, dear.."

Quickly the two of us grabbed up my things, and opened the front door. An Italian sports car was parked in our driveway, deep cheery red convertible, fucking gorgeous! "This car is incredible, but it doesn't make sense that you have it." I murmured running my hands over it. To my surprise, it whinnied like a happy horse under my caress. "Bloody hell!"

Évelyne chuckled. "I can hardly take the Apollo Chariot and the horses of the sun out like they are normally, now can I?"

"Horses of the sun?!"

"Yes," She went around the car and opened up the boot, "Harry, can you give me a hand with the truck? It's pretty heavy."

"Sure." The car neighed again at me as if inviting another pat. Well if the car was asking for it.

She giggled faintly. "Your going to spoil them, you know."

Together we manage to get the truck into the car. "So why the car? Do we not apparate or floo to Fae?" I asked.

"Oh, no. Wizards can't just enter Fae like that. Besides, I like to drive. Besides we have someone else to pick up before we can go home." She told me as we slid into the car. The leather seat quivered slightly under me. "Oh for heavens sake, act like a respectable sun horse, will you?" She balked as she revved up the car and tied back her hair.

"Who else are we getting?" I asked startled. Hedwig hooted loudly in her cage, obviously wanting out of the car.

"Oh, go ahead and let her out, giver her a good fly about. She'll find us." I released her and looked up expectantly. "Right," She replied absently "We're going to pick up my other Godson."

As we pulled out of the drive, Aunt Petunia came running out of the house yelling and shaking her fists. "She sure hasn't changed a bit. How did you stand it here?"

"One can get used to anything. Anyway you have another Godson?"

The open road loomed before us like a happy promise. She turned momentarily towards me. "Oh yes, his name is.."

Heh, heh, thought I'd give it up that easily? Not likely. I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count. ( ( (