A Fortunate Accident
Harry was happy. He got to go with the Dursleys to London since Ms. Figg wasn't feeling well and had to go to the doctor. The Dursleys were going to London to buy Dudley his uniform for his pre-school. He wasn't happy that Ms. Figg had gotten sick, but who wouldn't be glad about not having to stay with a mad old lady all day.
The ride to London was normal, Uncle Vernon complaining about Harry and the traffic and Dudley alternating between poking, pinching, and teasing Harry. Harry thought that this would a good alternative to looking at pictures of cats with a mad old lady, but that the day would be rather uneventful. Well that just goes to show you how our intentions work out to be.
When they all got to the store, some big fancy name that Harry couldn't pronounce, Harry knew that this was going to be boring.
"Just sit on that bench over there and don't make trouble for any of the people here or you will be spending the rest of the month locked in the cupboard," said Uncle Vernon fiercely. Harry wanted to do what they said, he really did, but when you get a bored five-year-old boy everything suddenly seems to want to make you not do what you were told. So naturally, Harry went off to see some thing, that I'm not quite sure what it is, but I'm glad that he went to go explore around the other side of the store because right around the time the Dursleys were about to get Harry to go back home, a bomb blew up right at the bench Harry had been sitting on. When this happened the Dursleys forgot all about Harry and were just worrying about getting their Duddikins back home.
Harry wandered out of the store dazedly and around whatever the name of the neighborhood was, it was called Garden Estates, but Harry didn't know that. One of the residents, Mr. Henry Granger, noticed the small boy and wondered what he was doing there.
"Helen," he called.
"Yes, dear. What is it," she replied?
"Do you know this boy," he asked.
She answered," No, I don't Henry. Maybe you should take him to the police station to see if they can find his parents."
So Henry took Harry to the police station to see if they could find his parents. On the way they had a conversation.
"Do you know where your family is? Could you tell me your name because it seems a little strange to just be calling you boy all the time," Mr. Granger asked.
"No, sir," Harry replied," The only thing I can remember is that my name is Harry."
So the walk to the police station was uneventful. They had a small conversation, talking about this and that, about what Harry thought his family might be like, and what Mr. Granger's family was like. Soon they got to the police station that was bustling with activity because of the bomb that had gone off.
"Hello sir," said the secretary for the station, "Please sit down and wait for someone to be done. It's a bad time to come in since that bomb went off. And with all those children in that store I feel just dreadful about people who are wondering the fate of their kids."
"I feel the same way," said Mr. Granger, "I found Harry, the boy I walked in with, wandering around the neighborhood right after the bomb went off. I came here in hope that you would be able to find his family."
"I don't know if we can find his family," the secretary replied, but I sure hope so. He seems like such a sweet boy. I'm sure his family is worried sick over him."
About half an hour after they got there, the police chief came to talk to him. The police chief said," Do you know anything about the boy or his family? If you don't we probably won't be able to find his family and will have to wait until his memory gets better to be able to find any of his family unless they come to claim him and he shows some recognition of them. Usually if this happens, we just take the child to a foster home or orphanage until we can find a relative, but Harry, that is what you said his name was, seems fond of you and I was wondering if you and your family would be able to take care of the boy."
"I'm not sure," replied Mr. Granger," I'll have to ring my wife and ask her if Harry can stay. She'll probably say yes since she is used to having a five-year-old around since we have a daughter that is five. He is five, right? He seems to be about as old as Hermione, my daughter, so I think that they should get along well."
The chief handed Henry the phone and he called his wife. "Hello Helen," Mr. Granger said, "You know that little boy I found wandering around the neighborhood. The police aren't able to find anything about his relatives right know and were wondering whether or not we would be able to take care of him until they do."
"Henry," Helen said," Of course we can take care of the boy. What is his name? Hermione will be happy about this. She's always wishing she could have a brother. Do you know how old he is? It looked like he was about Hemione's age but I'm not sure. Will you be back soon? I should have a room set up for him by the time you get back. Oh, I hope he doesn't mind not having a big room, but I won't be able to make his room very fancy by the time you get back."
"Don't worry Helen," Henry stated. "His name is Harry and the police said that he is around five or six years old, so about the same age as Hermione. We should be back once I fill out some paperwork saying that we can afford to take care of Harry and that we will take good are of him, but that's all I have to do. As for whether or not he will like the room you set up for him, I'm sure he will love it," Mr. Granger then said. So Henry went to filling out the forms and was soon done with them and they could go back home.
"What do I call you while I'm at your house. Mr. Granger is too formal and it sounds stuck up. Can I call you Uncle H., please? Can I call your wife Aunt H?" Harry asked.
"Harry," Mr. Granger said, "why don't you just call us Henry and Helen or Aunt Helen and Uncle Henry, Is that O.K. with you."
"O.K. Uncle Henry," Harry answered. "What's your daughter's name? Is she my age? Will she be my friend?" Harry then asked.
"Whoa Harry, slow down. One question at a time, Harry. My daughter' name is Hermione, yes, she is about your age, and I'm pretty sure that she will be your friend wait, I think that Hermione will be your best friend." Uncle Henry replied.
When they got back to the house Harry was barely in the door when a head of bushy brown hair bombarded him. It was Hermione. "Come on Harry." Let's play a game. I have lots of them in my room. My room is next to where you're sleeping. I'll show you the way around later." Hermione said excitedly to Harry and the to her mom, "Can we go play a game in my room mom, please."
"Sure Hermione, go ahead and have fun with Harry, but make sure he doesn't get lost." Her mother replied.
When they got to her room Harry asked," Can I call you 'Mione instead of your full name?"
"Sure," Hermione replied, "Let's play Candy Land. Do you know how to play it?" she asked.
"No," Harry replied," I can learn though. Is it hard to play?
"Nope, just if you get stuck on a space and can't find the right color but otherwise it's easy." Hermione answered. "Look at them playing together, Henry. They look so sweet and innocent. Do you think that the police will find his parents soon? I know it's selfish, but I hope he can stay here for a bit. They seem to be great friends. I hope that if he does stay here for a bit that he will be happy." Aunt Helen said.
"Don't worry Helen," Henry replied. He seems to be happy and he is getting along great with Hermione."
*~*~*~*~*~*~Back to Harry and Hermione*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Harry," 'Mione asked," Let's make a pact to be friends forever, even after you find your relatives and have to go back to them"
"Sure 'Mione," Harry replied," Let's never forget about each other or about being friends."
*~*~*~*~*~*~Hogwart's Headmaster's Office*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What do you mean that he disappeared off all the charms and even the clock, Arabella? How can a five-year-old just disappear?" Albus asked.
"I don't know," replied Arabella, "I checked all the spells and enchantments you set up, but they all say the same thing, Harry is in almost perfect health, but missing. I don't know what to do. Do you have any ideas as to why the charms are malfunctioning?"
Albus replied," I do Arabella, but I'm not sure if it is correct. My theory is that Harry is happier where he is now than when he was with the Dursleys and is subconsciously using his magic to keep us from finding him."
Arabella asked him," How can a five-year-old do that? Your magic is stronger than Harry's so wouldn't you be able to just do the charm and just find out where he is."
No Arabella, I wouldn't be able to if Harry wishes this very intently. Harry has very powerful magic and could someday exceed me in level of magic. I think that you should inform Remus Lupin as to the situation with Harry. Let us just hope that we find Harry before the Death Eaters do."
*~*~*~*~*~*~To the Dursley's house*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Dursleys were worried. Who knew what those freaks would do to them when they found out that they had left the boy at the store when the bomb went off. They could come and turn them all into bats or worse; they might put a spell on their precious Duddikins.
"What are we going to do, Vernon," Petunia asked. "When those freaks find out what happened they'll come after us. We can't let that happen. Where can we go that they won't find us?" Petunia wailed.
Vernon replied," I'm not sure. Maybe we can go hide out somewhere far away from here. I know where we can go. We can go to America and change our name. They're probably too stupid to figure out where we are. We'll leave in a fortnight."
Okay Vernon," Petunia replied," I just hope those awful states have a good enough school for our Dudley. I hope those awful people find that boy and never bother us again."
So the Dursleys start to pack and prepare to sell their house and head out to America. They thought that they would never have to deal with those freaks again, but they were wrong, very wrong.
Harry was happy. He got to go with the Dursleys to London since Ms. Figg wasn't feeling well and had to go to the doctor. The Dursleys were going to London to buy Dudley his uniform for his pre-school. He wasn't happy that Ms. Figg had gotten sick, but who wouldn't be glad about not having to stay with a mad old lady all day.
The ride to London was normal, Uncle Vernon complaining about Harry and the traffic and Dudley alternating between poking, pinching, and teasing Harry. Harry thought that this would a good alternative to looking at pictures of cats with a mad old lady, but that the day would be rather uneventful. Well that just goes to show you how our intentions work out to be.
When they all got to the store, some big fancy name that Harry couldn't pronounce, Harry knew that this was going to be boring.
"Just sit on that bench over there and don't make trouble for any of the people here or you will be spending the rest of the month locked in the cupboard," said Uncle Vernon fiercely. Harry wanted to do what they said, he really did, but when you get a bored five-year-old boy everything suddenly seems to want to make you not do what you were told. So naturally, Harry went off to see some thing, that I'm not quite sure what it is, but I'm glad that he went to go explore around the other side of the store because right around the time the Dursleys were about to get Harry to go back home, a bomb blew up right at the bench Harry had been sitting on. When this happened the Dursleys forgot all about Harry and were just worrying about getting their Duddikins back home.
Harry wandered out of the store dazedly and around whatever the name of the neighborhood was, it was called Garden Estates, but Harry didn't know that. One of the residents, Mr. Henry Granger, noticed the small boy and wondered what he was doing there.
"Helen," he called.
"Yes, dear. What is it," she replied?
"Do you know this boy," he asked.
She answered," No, I don't Henry. Maybe you should take him to the police station to see if they can find his parents."
So Henry took Harry to the police station to see if they could find his parents. On the way they had a conversation.
"Do you know where your family is? Could you tell me your name because it seems a little strange to just be calling you boy all the time," Mr. Granger asked.
"No, sir," Harry replied," The only thing I can remember is that my name is Harry."
So the walk to the police station was uneventful. They had a small conversation, talking about this and that, about what Harry thought his family might be like, and what Mr. Granger's family was like. Soon they got to the police station that was bustling with activity because of the bomb that had gone off.
"Hello sir," said the secretary for the station, "Please sit down and wait for someone to be done. It's a bad time to come in since that bomb went off. And with all those children in that store I feel just dreadful about people who are wondering the fate of their kids."
"I feel the same way," said Mr. Granger, "I found Harry, the boy I walked in with, wandering around the neighborhood right after the bomb went off. I came here in hope that you would be able to find his family."
"I don't know if we can find his family," the secretary replied, but I sure hope so. He seems like such a sweet boy. I'm sure his family is worried sick over him."
About half an hour after they got there, the police chief came to talk to him. The police chief said," Do you know anything about the boy or his family? If you don't we probably won't be able to find his family and will have to wait until his memory gets better to be able to find any of his family unless they come to claim him and he shows some recognition of them. Usually if this happens, we just take the child to a foster home or orphanage until we can find a relative, but Harry, that is what you said his name was, seems fond of you and I was wondering if you and your family would be able to take care of the boy."
"I'm not sure," replied Mr. Granger," I'll have to ring my wife and ask her if Harry can stay. She'll probably say yes since she is used to having a five-year-old around since we have a daughter that is five. He is five, right? He seems to be about as old as Hermione, my daughter, so I think that they should get along well."
The chief handed Henry the phone and he called his wife. "Hello Helen," Mr. Granger said, "You know that little boy I found wandering around the neighborhood. The police aren't able to find anything about his relatives right know and were wondering whether or not we would be able to take care of him until they do."
"Henry," Helen said," Of course we can take care of the boy. What is his name? Hermione will be happy about this. She's always wishing she could have a brother. Do you know how old he is? It looked like he was about Hemione's age but I'm not sure. Will you be back soon? I should have a room set up for him by the time you get back. Oh, I hope he doesn't mind not having a big room, but I won't be able to make his room very fancy by the time you get back."
"Don't worry Helen," Henry stated. "His name is Harry and the police said that he is around five or six years old, so about the same age as Hermione. We should be back once I fill out some paperwork saying that we can afford to take care of Harry and that we will take good are of him, but that's all I have to do. As for whether or not he will like the room you set up for him, I'm sure he will love it," Mr. Granger then said. So Henry went to filling out the forms and was soon done with them and they could go back home.
"What do I call you while I'm at your house. Mr. Granger is too formal and it sounds stuck up. Can I call you Uncle H., please? Can I call your wife Aunt H?" Harry asked.
"Harry," Mr. Granger said, "why don't you just call us Henry and Helen or Aunt Helen and Uncle Henry, Is that O.K. with you."
"O.K. Uncle Henry," Harry answered. "What's your daughter's name? Is she my age? Will she be my friend?" Harry then asked.
"Whoa Harry, slow down. One question at a time, Harry. My daughter' name is Hermione, yes, she is about your age, and I'm pretty sure that she will be your friend wait, I think that Hermione will be your best friend." Uncle Henry replied.
When they got back to the house Harry was barely in the door when a head of bushy brown hair bombarded him. It was Hermione. "Come on Harry." Let's play a game. I have lots of them in my room. My room is next to where you're sleeping. I'll show you the way around later." Hermione said excitedly to Harry and the to her mom, "Can we go play a game in my room mom, please."
"Sure Hermione, go ahead and have fun with Harry, but make sure he doesn't get lost." Her mother replied.
When they got to her room Harry asked," Can I call you 'Mione instead of your full name?"
"Sure," Hermione replied, "Let's play Candy Land. Do you know how to play it?" she asked.
"No," Harry replied," I can learn though. Is it hard to play?
"Nope, just if you get stuck on a space and can't find the right color but otherwise it's easy." Hermione answered. "Look at them playing together, Henry. They look so sweet and innocent. Do you think that the police will find his parents soon? I know it's selfish, but I hope he can stay here for a bit. They seem to be great friends. I hope that if he does stay here for a bit that he will be happy." Aunt Helen said.
"Don't worry Helen," Henry replied. He seems to be happy and he is getting along great with Hermione."
*~*~*~*~*~*~Back to Harry and Hermione*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Harry," 'Mione asked," Let's make a pact to be friends forever, even after you find your relatives and have to go back to them"
"Sure 'Mione," Harry replied," Let's never forget about each other or about being friends."
*~*~*~*~*~*~Hogwart's Headmaster's Office*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What do you mean that he disappeared off all the charms and even the clock, Arabella? How can a five-year-old just disappear?" Albus asked.
"I don't know," replied Arabella, "I checked all the spells and enchantments you set up, but they all say the same thing, Harry is in almost perfect health, but missing. I don't know what to do. Do you have any ideas as to why the charms are malfunctioning?"
Albus replied," I do Arabella, but I'm not sure if it is correct. My theory is that Harry is happier where he is now than when he was with the Dursleys and is subconsciously using his magic to keep us from finding him."
Arabella asked him," How can a five-year-old do that? Your magic is stronger than Harry's so wouldn't you be able to just do the charm and just find out where he is."
No Arabella, I wouldn't be able to if Harry wishes this very intently. Harry has very powerful magic and could someday exceed me in level of magic. I think that you should inform Remus Lupin as to the situation with Harry. Let us just hope that we find Harry before the Death Eaters do."
*~*~*~*~*~*~To the Dursley's house*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Dursleys were worried. Who knew what those freaks would do to them when they found out that they had left the boy at the store when the bomb went off. They could come and turn them all into bats or worse; they might put a spell on their precious Duddikins.
"What are we going to do, Vernon," Petunia asked. "When those freaks find out what happened they'll come after us. We can't let that happen. Where can we go that they won't find us?" Petunia wailed.
Vernon replied," I'm not sure. Maybe we can go hide out somewhere far away from here. I know where we can go. We can go to America and change our name. They're probably too stupid to figure out where we are. We'll leave in a fortnight."
Okay Vernon," Petunia replied," I just hope those awful states have a good enough school for our Dudley. I hope those awful people find that boy and never bother us again."
So the Dursleys start to pack and prepare to sell their house and head out to America. They thought that they would never have to deal with those freaks again, but they were wrong, very wrong.