Learning to Understand
by ADuskWithoutDawn
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter 1) I'd wouldn't need to write an AU 2) I'd be rich. 3) One of my friends would call me the goddess. None of those are true... Therefore I don't own Harry Potter.
THIS IS AN AU STORY. THEREFORE IT DOESN'T FOLLOW SOME THINGS IN THE BOOKS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
Chapter 4: Family
Sen was shocked to see Harry awake when she came into the room the next morning. He was healing quite fast now that he was awake. He was reading a book out- loud in soft-tones and was totally oblivious to his surroundings.
Sen took a moment to study him. He had her black hair just like everyone else in her line. The green eyes were new though. They were obviously from his mother's side of the family. Harry had a little grin on his face and she sighed at seeing happy up close for the first time.
Harry looked up at her, a little shocked because he did not know that Sen had been watching him. He set the book down on the night stand next to his bed. "I have some questions," he said quietly.
"I'd expect nothing less," the woman replied. "How are you doing this morning?"
"Much better, thank you," Harry said. Harry studied the woman for a moment. She had hair in between shoulder-length and waist-length. She had warm purple eyes. That was kind of strange now that he noticed it. He'd never known anyone with purple eyes. "Who are you?"
"I am Senka, though I would rather be called Sen," the woman- Senka answered. "I am your grandmother."
"What? The Dursleys said that all of my other relatives were dead. Wouldn't you be ol- Well I mean you look kind of young to-"
"Don't worry child, I'm not offended. I'm not truly your grandmother... It's more like grandmother with who-knows-how-many-greats, as my dear brother Edan would put it. I look young because I am able to control how old I look because I am immortal. I'd be a little embarrassed, going around looking way over 300."
"Oh." Harry blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes and pinched his arm. "When am I going to wake up?"
Sen laughed lightly at his antics. "This is not a dream child." She walked over and put her arms around him. Harry stiffened to the touch and then relaxed. He could smell lavender. "Do dreams hug?"
Part of Harry had alarms going off. He had just met this Senka lady. Should he trust her? But he ignored it. He could not help but to feel safe in the arms of the woman who had saved him. "No. Dreams don't hug," he replied softly.
Albus Dumbledore rushed out of the ministry as soon as Minerva McGonnagal had come to him saying that the wards protecting Harry had gone off. He quickly apparated to the area as soon as he was off ministry property. The house was a pile of ashes and different charred items on the ground. Albus looked around. Were there any survivors?
There! Two people were laying on the ground about twenty feet away from him. There was an over-weight child with blonde hair and a smaller child with messy black hair. Albus picked up the black haired one and brought him to his chest. The child had bruises, scars and burns littering his body. "Harry," Albus whispered into the boy's ear. "Can you hear me, Harry?" Harry stirred in his arms.
Albus looked down at the other child and then turned to Minerva, who had been standing behind him. "Take the other boy, Dudley, to his Aunt Marge. I trust you know how to find where she lives?"
"Yes Albus," Minerva quietly replied.
As she walked away she heard Albus mumble to himself, "He shall have a better life than Harry ever did."
Albus stood by himself for a while. Contemplating what to do. He couldn't send Harry to the orphanage. That night Albus Dumbledore made a decision. If he had sent this boy to unhappiness and those who didn't care for him, Albus would take care of Harry himself. "Well, little guy," Albus whispered, "I guess it's just you and me for a while."
As soon as Harry had fully recovered, Sen and him left for The House. He held on to Nana Sen's hand tightly and felt kind of like he was floating. His eyes were still shut, as if his eyelids were glued together, until he heard a new voice. "You can open your eyes if you want to now," the voice teased softly. Harry listened and his eyes fluttered open.
There were five people, not including him and his Nana Sen. A tall man with short golden hair and gold eyes. A woman with dirty blonde hair and pure blue eyes. Another man with firey red hair ('It looked like what his mother's hair,' Harry noted) and brown eyes. Another woman with, what seemed to be, white hair and silver eyes and the final one, another man, with dark brown hair and green eyes.
The red-haired man spoke first, "Hey kiddo! Nice to finally meet you. I'm Edan. But call me Ed." He stuck out his hand and Harry shook it.
The blonde woman was next. "I'm Maya, sweetie. It's good to see you face to face."
Then the brunette winked and said, "Hey Harry. I'm Nitesh. I've heard lots about you from Sen over there, like the time yo-."
"I'm Aira. It's a pleasure to meet you Harry," the white-haired woman cut in.
Harry turned to the final person. "Who are you?" Harry asked him.
"I'm Ilo," the man replied. Then he bent down and whispered, "I'm the coolest one in this bunch no matter what those others say."
The others protested immediately. Then Harry asked, "How do you all know Nana Sen?"
There was silence and then Edan snorted. The laughs from the five Harry had only met was a little overwhelming. "QUIET!" Sen yelled and there was silence until-
"Sorry Nana Sen," Edan teased. A few more giggles escaped from the others. "Sorry about the laughing kiddo. You just don't normally hear Sen over there get called 'Nana.'"
"We're her sisters and brothers," Maya said softly.
"I'm very happy to meet you all," Harry replied politely.
"So are we, Harry," Nitesh smiled. "So are we.
To be continued...
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