So, how long have you known the Fischer's?" asked Harry once Dumbledore and him were back at the Dursleys.
"I have known the Fischer's for quite a long time. Merlin or Jim's father was a very good friend of mine.", said Dumbledore while magically puling up a chair for both him and Harry in the living room.
Once they sat down Harry could tell by seriousness in his face that he wanted to talk about something important.
"I have heard from your friends and Remus that you have not been responding to their owls. Your friends are worried about you. I'm worried about you Harry.", said Dumbledore with a sad face.
Harry didn't know how to answer. He could say he was fine, that their was nothing to worry about, but Dumbledore would see right through it. Or he could tell the truth; of how he couldn't sleep at night afraid the Voldemort would haunt his dreams, that whenever anything about Sirius came into his mind he would cry until he hurt. Instead he just sat their silent.
"Harry I know I am probably not your favorite person to deal with right now with what happened last year but I do want you know that I, Remus, Ron, Hermione, the Weaslys are all here for you and you can talk to us. Bottling all up will only make it worse.", said Dumbledore.
Harry shook his head meaning he understood, but he didn't believe that they ever could. Wanting to change the subject Harry asked more about the Fischer's.
"So why did they move back here from America.", asked Harry.
"Well I guess because of Voldermort,", said Dumbledore very simply. Harry was surprised by this. To him most people would go somewhere to get away from Voldermort, not to go somewhere where he is.
"Why"
"When the first war was going on Mr. And Mrs. Fischer and their children worked in the Order with us. Once the war was over and things began to be back to normal Mr. Fischer decided he wanted to move the family to America; to have more opportunity.", said Dumbledore.
"Was that Alex girl one of Mr. Fischer's children?", asked Harry.
"Oh no no. That was one of his grandchildren. You see the Fischer's have a tradition if one person decides to go somewhere they all go. They are very close family; care very deeply for each other. Once Mr. Fischer said that he wanted to come back here to help the Order, his wife, his three children, and their children came with him.", said Dumbledore.
"So how many are their?", asked Harry.
"Thirteen"
"Thirteen in one house?", gasped Harry. "How can they all fit in that house?"
"Oh no, I have gotten houses for each of Merlin's children and their family."
Harry couldn't believe that thirteen people could be so close like that. It was bigger then the Weasly's.
"Them moving over here doesn't have anything to do with me, no does it?", said Harry.
"Well Merlin and Ramona needed a house and the one just happened to be open.", said Dumbledore with a smirk on his face.
"I should have known. That's all need more protection.", said Harry with a sigh.
"They are here for more then for your protection, Harry.", said Dumbledore. He stood up and patted Harry on the shoulder.
"Harry take into consideration what I said, we all want you to be happy. I have to go I have business to attend to.", said Dumbledore. As he was walking away he turned back around. "Oh and Harry please write back to your friends, especially Ms. Granger, so they won't be so worried.", said Dumbledore with a wink. A second later he was gone.
*~*
The next day when Harry went downstairs he met the Dursleys with their usual sunny attitude. Once breakfast was over Aunt Patunia gave him chores to do which included mowing the front lawn and pruning her precious flowers. The day was a particular hot one with the sun out from behind the clouds. Harry was just about done with the first bed of flowers when he felt something wet and slobbery come across his cheek. When he looked he saw a dog no bigger then ten pounds with a face that looked like it just ran into parked car.
"Hey, who are you?", said Harry petting the dog as it sniffed Harry.
As he was trying to figure out where it came from he heard a voice from across the street.
"Josie? Josie? Josie where are you? Where is that bloody dog?" said the voice it was obvious it was a female.
"Here it is", said Harry picking up the dog and yelling over to the girl. Once she heard him she came running over to where he was and he automatically new who she was. It was the girl he saw sitting in the grass yesterday. The one with long brown curly hair and the blue eyes; the one who winked at him.
"Thanks so much. If I lost this dog I would have been killed.", said the girl. "Oh I'm Katelyn Fischer I guess you're my new neighbor.", she said with a smile. Her smile was infectious.
"Yea, I guess you are. I'm Harry Potter.", said Harry. He was waiting for her to do what everybody else did once they found out who he was but she didn't she just said, "Hi Harry."
It felt weird because he knew that she knew who he was, but she didn't ask all these weird questions or gawk at him or his scar; she just treated him normal, and he liked it. He noticed that she had a stud in her nose and she had her hair up in a ponytail. He also noticed that she was wearing a long polo shirt that was a little big for her but looked comfortable and a pair of shorts that went down to her knees. She wasn't something that came out of those muggle fashion magazines, but she had this unique beauty about her.
"I think you missed a spot.", said Katelyn jokingly.
"Yea, my aunt is making me weed her plants.", said Harry. "That 's the weirdest dog I have ever see what is?"
"Oh, it's a pug my grandma is obsessed with them so we have her, her name is Josie. I know she looks positively ugly but cute at the same time. I didn't know something couldn't do that.", said Katelyn with a laugh.
Just then someone walked up next to Katelyn and Harry recognized the person as Mr. Fischer
"Well hello Harry, I was wondering if I could have a word with you?", asked Mr. Fischer.
"Yea", said Harry.
Harry got up from the ground and dusted the dirt that was on his pants. He walked with Mr. Fischer back to Mr. Fischer's house with Katelyn following behind. Mr. Fischer led him to the entrance to his house and opened the door to his house. Once Harry was inside he was surprised at what he saw. The Fischer's house looked like a muggle house with the TV, the stove, the refrigerator, and other electrical items. But, if walked further into the house you could tell that this was not a muggle house. On the fireplace you could see a pot on the top that was labeled "FLOO", in the kitchen you could see the dishes were cleaning themselves, and on the wall you could see a clock just like the Weasly's except with more hands and pointing in all different directions. Also Harry kept seeing people running by him every few seconds. After a second or two he realized they were children.
"Sorry about the mess of people, but their parents have important business to do and us being their grandparents have babysitting duty.", said Mr. Fischer. "Now children, children, HEY KIDS!"
All of the people in the house stopped what they were doing and looked up at Mr. Fischer.
"Well now that I have your attention, I would like you to meet one of our neighbors. This is Harry Potter."
Once Mr. Fischer said Harry's name he thought that they would take it the same way that Katelyn did, but his luck wasn't that good. Their eyes bulged, their mouths dropped, and everyone was looking for the scar. God I hate when this happens.
"Now guys he isn't a sideshow.", said Katelyn while she walked over to the group of children.
"Well I suppose I should introduce you to the lot. Here first is Ashley.", a girl of the age of fourteen with long black hair, brown eyes, and freckles. "This right here is Brittany, Ashley's younger sister.", she looked very much like her sister expect for shorter light brown hair. "Right here is our only boy, Zach", he was about the age of twelve or thirteen and short spiked blond hair. "Here is Alex, his younger sister, I think you seen her yesterday.", It was the girl that told them about the fighting. "And this is the youngest of our group, Michelle." she was girl about the age and was the tiniest thing he ever saw. She looked exactly like her brother except with a big huge smile on her face.
"What about me, am I adopted or something?", said Katelyn jokingly.
"Well that is up for debate", said Zach with a smirk on face. Katelyn then swatted on the back of the head.
"Of course no this Katelyn, but I assumed you two have all been introduced.", said Mr. Fischer.
"Well it nice to meet all of you", said Harry
"Do you mind if we talk in my office down the hall?", asked Mr. Fischer
Harry obliged and they walked down the hall to a room that Harry assumed was Mr. Fischer's office. Once in office the only thought that could cross his mind was Man its going to take a while to get those names right. At least I will remember one.