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~Family~     Chapter two

"Well Boy, in two hours you will never be our problem again. Now, we can't have your new owners thinking you were neglected, they might end up not wanting you, or worse yet, feel sorry for you," Vernon Dursley sneered at the son of his late sister-in-law as he grabbed the boy by his ebony hair dragging him to the bathroom. "You have one hour boy to make yourself presentable," Mr. Dursley slammed the bathroom door shut.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry sighed, mostly out of relief. For the first time since arriving at the Dursley's house this summer he was going to be clean! As Harry bathed he was careful as he avoided the many cuts and bruises he had suffered this summer at his Uncle and cousin's hands. Finally, all the dried blood was gone from his body, he hurriedly dressed and unsuccessfully tried to tame his wild hair.

Moments later Harry was seated quietly on his packed trunk listening to his Aunt Petunia's tirade, "for fourteen years, ever since my sister got herself killed we have cared for you as if you were our own only to receive disrespect from you. Well, we can't put up with it any longer! You are lucky we've put up with it so long Boy; you have no idea how lucky. We have been more than generous to you and never received so much as a thank you in return. So now you had better not embarrass us when you go to stay with this new family, they are the only thing keeping you out of an orphanage." The doorbell interrupted his Aunt's ranting, "Well boy, what are you waiting for? Go answer the door!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry carefully stood trying not to notice the many aches and pains assaulting his body. Standing at the door was an aloof blond girl with piercing blue eyes, her blond hair done up in a sleek chignon on the back of her head, behind her stood.

The girl turned to the couple standing behind her, "is that him? He sure doesn't look like much, are you sure that he would be able to carry my things for me?"

"Well dear, if he doesn't work out we can send him away and get you a new servant, don't you worry. Now, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, is there somewhere where we can go to speak privately? The man asked, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that he thought the Dursley's and everything they had were below him and his wife. "Dear-heart, why don't you stay here and get to know the boy, you might include that grossly overweight one as well."

"Yes father, though I don't know why I should, after all, he is only a servant," the girl sighed. "I'd say that he would do better to get know the chauffer Charlie. After all, they do teach at that school you send me too, that we are better then our servants and so shouldn't associate with them, it will only give them airs if we do, and then they will be no good as servants. As for the Blob, why would I have anything to do with such a disgusting piece of flesh, he doesn't even deserve to call himself a piece of humanity. I'd rather read, I don't know why you dreg me along with you to pick up the runt."

"Very well, you may read while your mother and I finalize everything," the man sighed. He then turned to Harry, "Boy, are you sure that all your belongings are packed?"

"Yes, Sir. I am, Sir" Harry whispered. He was going to have to put up with that blond snob? Already she seemed worse than Malfoy, Harry snuck a glance at her and noticed the book she was reading, Hogwarts, A History, the spotted the glance and winked. No, it couldn't be could it? The girl looks nothing like her, but who else would want to read that book?

"Good, then you can take the trunk and anything else out to Charlie in the car," the man turned his attention back to Harry's Uncle and Aunt.

Harry lifted his trunk, still thinking about the book that the girl was reading, who else but a witch would be reading that book? Slowly making his to the car that the family had came in Harry failed to notice the familiar red hair of the chauffer. The chauffer muttered something under his breath and the trunk became almost weightless, but Harry was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice this until a voice jerked him out of his thoughts, "Harry, you alright there, do you need some more help, that lightening charm did work didn't it?"

"Wha, what?" Harry looked up at the chauffeur's smiling face, "Charlie? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Romania?"

"Well, Hermione and my little brothers came up with this plan to get you free of the Muggles, and I do mean all my little brothers, even Percy, and well, the Grangers still needed a chauffer to make them look legate to the Muggles and well since Bill couldn't because he just doesn't look like the chauffer type and Percy doesn't know how to drive and thee was absolutely no way we were going to let the twins come and get, I got sent for to come play chauffer for you. Don't worry, you never have to come back here again, that was Percy's part in all this, he drew up the papers saying that the Dursleys have sold you and therefore can no longer claim anything to do with you, as far as the wizardry world is concerned, the Dursley family no longer exists." Charlie laughed.

"But Charlie, why did Hermione's family come to get me then, rather than yours?"

"Well, you see, Dumbledore said that you couldn't stay at the Burrow, but that you could stay at Hermione's house because since she is muggle-born and You-Know-Who is back Dumbledore has put up all the same charms there as he has here, so it's just as safe there. Ron has already thought of spending time with you two, in fact he informed everyone that since you and Hermione couldn't come to the Burrow that he would be staying at Hermione's house too, just to make sure you two stayed out of trouble. Well Dumbledore didn't seem to mind and neither did the Grangers because there is already a floo connection open to Weasleys, Grangers and Potters only between the Grangers' house and the Burrow, oh yeah, Dumbledore said to tell you that that connection was also open to Mooney's house for you, Hermione, Ron, and Padfoot and Moony, whatever that means."

Harry could only stare at the second Weasley child, they had thought of everything, but there was still one thing that no one had told him and he was bursting to know. "Charlie, would you happen to know if any of the other Gryphindors happened to pick up my owl Hedwig, my Uncle made me leave her behind at the train station."

"Well Harry, your in luck, there is a pretty little snowy owl waiting for you at Hermione's house, I'm told that she almost died of shock when she saw your owl sitting there all by herself, she was sure that something was dreadfully wrong and that we had to save you from the Dursleys because they were going to kill you are some such. But you know, I think it was you leaving behind your owl that convinced Dumbledore that something was terribly wrong with your life at the Dursley's. And here comes Hermione and her folks, you ready to leave this place forever? You are now officially a Weasley-Granger, we couldn't decide which family would get you so, both families will claim you as their own. How does it feel to have six older brothers and two sisters?"

Harry crawled inside the car, making sure he was in the front seat so the Dursleys wouldn't expect anything and started to sob, he couldn't remember ever having a true family, let alone two that wanted to claim him as their own. Now he just had to make himself believe it.

Well there you go, there is the second chapter, what do think, should I continue it some more, or just call it good, the choice is up to you tell me in your reviews, remember I welcome flames, and other criticism, how can you improve anything if you are only told how bad it is? Till next time, and I know when that will be or even if that will be, remember you have to tell me if you want me to continue, I can't read your minds, I don't even know your names.