AN: I'm sorry I haven't updated my story in so long, but I got working on
this other story which is over twelve pages long and I've just finished the
first chapter. It's called Comfort in a Friend's Arms. It really is only
a love story between Harry and Hermione and it has kind of a weird premise
but you guy should definitely check it out. And like I said before even if
you don't like it you can still tell me what you think. Okay so on with
The Potter Family. In case you forgot what was going on - since it has
been so long - Ron, Harry, and Hermione were being led by Dumbledore to his
office.
They walked in silence. Dumbledore was walking ahead of them, still steaming about the Malfoys. Harry and Hermione were walking behind him and Ron was brining up the rear. He was staring at his newly discovered parents in disbelief. Ron had heard stories of the great Harry Potter before, mostly of his quidditch skills. He had also heard stories of Professor Potter, the wife of the champion quidditch player, from his older "cousins" who had been to Hogwarts before him. Nowhere in anything he had heard did either of them come close to mentioning that they had a son his age. These to people in front of him had loved their other children enough to protect them from evil himself. Why was he any different? Did they ever love him?
Once they had gotten to Dumbledore's office he motioned for them all to sit down taking his own seat behind his desk.
"Young Ron, do not blame your parents for this situation. It is all my doing. You could not ask for two more devoted parents then Harry and Hermione. They asked for news of you constantly."
"But why, why did I have to be taken away and not the others?"
"You were in danger no matter where you were. Voldemort greatly wanted you dead, just as he had wanted your father dead all those years. I know how much your parents loved you and how important you will one day be to our world. The only safe thing to do was to hide you away from the world. I don't want you holding this against them. You've found each other know that's what really matters. Isn't it?"
"Yes sir."
"Well then, there you go. It is late I'm sure Ron that Madam Pomfrey would not object to you wondering back to your own bed tonight. You seem to have fully recovered. I will warn you; however, that fighting is not permitted in this school. Since it is your first offence I don't see the need for a punishment, particularly since Cian probably deserved it. But you didn't hear that from me."
"No Professor, I heard nothing out of the ordinary."
"If you would be so good as to wait outside while I have a quick word with your parents." Ron nodded and walked out of the room. When the door had close Dumbledore began to speak again. "He will understand in time. We all will. Give him a while to comprehend what he is experiencing. He thought his parents were dead until you told him two months ago. Now he has faced his parents for the first time and doesn't know how to deal with it. Just give it time. It will all work itself out."
"Of course you're right Professor, I had just hoped he would take it better then he has. It's so hard to see him in pain, thinking that we don't love him." Hermione was in tears.
"Its all right Hermione, Dumbledore is right, he will understand in time." Harry put his arm around Hermione and they left the room. Ron was standing outside the door looking at them with Harry's eyes.
"Did he really keep me from you?"
"Yes Ron he did," Harry answered very seriously. "You mother and I tried desperately to find you, but we couldn't. Dumbledore wouldn't let us. He just kept telling us it was for the best, that you would only be in danger if you where with us."
"But why would I be in danger with you? Wouldn't it be best form me to be raised by my parents?"
"We always thought so. But Dumbledore had his reasons, he always does. I think he thought Hermione and I would be easier to find then the Weasleys. Especially if he did know you were with them." Ron didn't say anything. For a long time the three of them stood in the hall outside Dumbledore's office. Ron looking from Harry to Hermione from his mother to his father. That is until Hermione looked at her watch and saw that it was well past midnight.
"Ron you should be getting to bed. I know its Friday and you don't have lessons tomorrow, but you still need your rest. Come on we'll take you back to Gryffindor Tower." Ron hesitated.
"Do you think that maybe, only if it's okay, I could stay with you?" Hermione's eyes lit up when Ron suggested this.
"Of course you can Ron. Come on." Hermione and Harry lead Ron to the small apartment tip home they had in the castle, it consisted of three bedrooms and a very small sitting room. It was barley enough space for the five Potters as it was, but they would make do. Lily was sitting on the couch, she had fallen asleep a while ago, but it was evident that she had been attempting to wait up for them.
"Lily is so sweet. Harry would you take her in to her room."
"Sure Honey."
"Ron that was your little sister Lily, she's nine. She sleeps in that room with you other sister Marie she's seven. You can sleep in her with your little brother Sean he's five." Hermione showed Ron into one of the apartments small bedrooms. It had two four-poster beds, like the one's in the dormitory, some how shoved into it. On had a small boy init, the other looked as if it had never been slept in.
"Well - goodnight Mum."
"Goodnight Son." It was all Hermione could do not to burst into tears again.
AN: Hope you enjoy, please R&R
They walked in silence. Dumbledore was walking ahead of them, still steaming about the Malfoys. Harry and Hermione were walking behind him and Ron was brining up the rear. He was staring at his newly discovered parents in disbelief. Ron had heard stories of the great Harry Potter before, mostly of his quidditch skills. He had also heard stories of Professor Potter, the wife of the champion quidditch player, from his older "cousins" who had been to Hogwarts before him. Nowhere in anything he had heard did either of them come close to mentioning that they had a son his age. These to people in front of him had loved their other children enough to protect them from evil himself. Why was he any different? Did they ever love him?
Once they had gotten to Dumbledore's office he motioned for them all to sit down taking his own seat behind his desk.
"Young Ron, do not blame your parents for this situation. It is all my doing. You could not ask for two more devoted parents then Harry and Hermione. They asked for news of you constantly."
"But why, why did I have to be taken away and not the others?"
"You were in danger no matter where you were. Voldemort greatly wanted you dead, just as he had wanted your father dead all those years. I know how much your parents loved you and how important you will one day be to our world. The only safe thing to do was to hide you away from the world. I don't want you holding this against them. You've found each other know that's what really matters. Isn't it?"
"Yes sir."
"Well then, there you go. It is late I'm sure Ron that Madam Pomfrey would not object to you wondering back to your own bed tonight. You seem to have fully recovered. I will warn you; however, that fighting is not permitted in this school. Since it is your first offence I don't see the need for a punishment, particularly since Cian probably deserved it. But you didn't hear that from me."
"No Professor, I heard nothing out of the ordinary."
"If you would be so good as to wait outside while I have a quick word with your parents." Ron nodded and walked out of the room. When the door had close Dumbledore began to speak again. "He will understand in time. We all will. Give him a while to comprehend what he is experiencing. He thought his parents were dead until you told him two months ago. Now he has faced his parents for the first time and doesn't know how to deal with it. Just give it time. It will all work itself out."
"Of course you're right Professor, I had just hoped he would take it better then he has. It's so hard to see him in pain, thinking that we don't love him." Hermione was in tears.
"Its all right Hermione, Dumbledore is right, he will understand in time." Harry put his arm around Hermione and they left the room. Ron was standing outside the door looking at them with Harry's eyes.
"Did he really keep me from you?"
"Yes Ron he did," Harry answered very seriously. "You mother and I tried desperately to find you, but we couldn't. Dumbledore wouldn't let us. He just kept telling us it was for the best, that you would only be in danger if you where with us."
"But why would I be in danger with you? Wouldn't it be best form me to be raised by my parents?"
"We always thought so. But Dumbledore had his reasons, he always does. I think he thought Hermione and I would be easier to find then the Weasleys. Especially if he did know you were with them." Ron didn't say anything. For a long time the three of them stood in the hall outside Dumbledore's office. Ron looking from Harry to Hermione from his mother to his father. That is until Hermione looked at her watch and saw that it was well past midnight.
"Ron you should be getting to bed. I know its Friday and you don't have lessons tomorrow, but you still need your rest. Come on we'll take you back to Gryffindor Tower." Ron hesitated.
"Do you think that maybe, only if it's okay, I could stay with you?" Hermione's eyes lit up when Ron suggested this.
"Of course you can Ron. Come on." Hermione and Harry lead Ron to the small apartment tip home they had in the castle, it consisted of three bedrooms and a very small sitting room. It was barley enough space for the five Potters as it was, but they would make do. Lily was sitting on the couch, she had fallen asleep a while ago, but it was evident that she had been attempting to wait up for them.
"Lily is so sweet. Harry would you take her in to her room."
"Sure Honey."
"Ron that was your little sister Lily, she's nine. She sleeps in that room with you other sister Marie she's seven. You can sleep in her with your little brother Sean he's five." Hermione showed Ron into one of the apartments small bedrooms. It had two four-poster beds, like the one's in the dormitory, some how shoved into it. On had a small boy init, the other looked as if it had never been slept in.
"Well - goodnight Mum."
"Goodnight Son." It was all Hermione could do not to burst into tears again.
AN: Hope you enjoy, please R&R