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Remus and Kingsley appeared at number four Privet Drive early the next day. "Are you ready to do this?" Kingsley asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Remus rang the doorbell. The two wizards were dressed as muggles. Remus was wearing a patched sweater and an old pair of jeans whereas Kingsley was dressed in black pants and a short sleeve shirt.
"May I help you?" A huge man with a bushy mustache opened the door. This must be Vernon Dursley.
"Yes, we have something that we need to discuss with you." Kingsley stepped forward. "I am Kingsley Shacklebolt and this is my friend Remus Lupin. Does a Harry Potter live here?"
"No, there is no Harry Potter here. You must have the wrong house." Kingsley and Remus shared a significant look. "Well, I'm sure that he does. You see we have something that we must discuss with you about him."
"Alright, say that the boy lives here. What's it to you? Has be been doing anything odd?" Dursley balled his pudgy hand into a fist and narrowed his beady eyes.
"Well, we come with concerns about his safety. He—" Kingsley was cut off.
"Has he been saying anything about what goes on in this house?"
"No, this is something"
"If he has I assure you that he is just trying to get some attention. I will have a talk with him; I assure you that you have nothing to worry about in regards to his safety. Good bye." Dursley shut the door.
"Can't say that this was unexpected." Remus muttered.
"Indeed. Let's try again." Kingsley rang the doorbell again.
"Hel- are you still here? I already told you that the boy is in no danger here."
"Please, Mr. Dursley, your treatment of young Mr. Potter is not the subject of our concern. You see an escaped convict is on the loose. He knows that Harry was taken here when his parents died, and he is looking to kill your nephew. If we could take him with us then we could ensure his safety against this convicted murderer." Kingsley talked as fast as he could so he couldn't get interrupted.
"Well, are you saying that he might come after my family if the boy stays here?"
"It's quite possible. Let us talk to him and see if we can't get him to come stay with us for the remainder of the summer. He will be attending Hogwarts in September and will be perfectly safe there."
"Hogwarts, what is that rubbish?"
"That rubbish is where underage wizards—"
"Alright, alright come in. I'll call the boy." Vernon Dursley was glancing nervously up and down the street as though scared someone might have overheard.
Dursley had the two wizards wait right inside the door. Remus' mouth dropped open when he saw Dursley get Harry from inside a cupboard. "How could he do that?" Remus muttered.
"Calm down, we'll be out of here soon." Kingsley muttered back.
"Here, if you can get the boy to go with you then take him." Dursley marched into the kitchen; they could here him talking with someone who must have been his wife.
"Why do you want to see me?" Harry asked.
Remus couldn't bring himself to speak and signaled Kingsley to talk to Harry. "Well, it's Harry right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Forget about the 'sir' Harry. You can call me Remus and this is my friend Kingsley. I used to be friends with your father, and Kingsley knew your father a bit before he died. Do you know how your parents died?" Remus had figured that this would be an easy question for the boy to answer and the easiest way to get Harry to go with them.
"In a car crash, and that's where I got this scar." Harry pushed his bangs up.
Kingsley and Remus' mouths both dropped, how can he not know? How much did he know? "Harry, do you know anything about another world, a hidden one?" Kingsley gently asked.
"No, is there more than one?"
"You don't belong to this world, Harry. There is another world that consists of magic. It's a world that your parents were in. Do you want to leave this place?" Kingsley gestured at the house.
"Are you kidding? Of course I want to leave."
"Do you trust me and Remus enough that you'd move in with us for the remainder of summer?"
"Then I'd have to come back here though, right?" Harry mumbled.
"No, then you'd start at Hogwarts. It's a school for witches and wizards. Do you want to come with us?"
"Alright."
Remus looked sharply at Kingsley as Harry went to collect his stuff. "You think that he should've been more reluctant. He just met us and all."
"Yeah, but the way his uncle was treating him, who could blame him?"
Harry reappeared. "I have everything."
"Alright, I'm going to go tell your aunt and uncle that you're coming with us." Kingsley left leaving Harry alone with Remus.
"You said that you were friends with my dad."
"Yes, I was."
"What was he like?"
"I'll tell you when we get back to my place."
"Oh, okay." Harry stared at the carpet.
"Alright, it's all set. Let's go."
Kingsley and Remus led Harry outside. "We're going to get back by going on the Knight Bus."
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"It's a triple decker bus that can take us anywhere in England." Remus told him.
"Wow, I've never seen it."
"No, you wouldn't have." Kingsley said as he flung out his wand arm. A second later the bus appeared.
"Hello, welcome to the Knight Bus." A young man led the three of them to the back where there were several seats left. "Where are you headed?"
"To the Leaky Cauldron." Remus said.
"Alright then." The man stopped and did a double take when he saw Harry. "You're Harry Potter."
"Yes he is, and if you're smart you won't mention his name to anyone." Kingsley said.
"How did he know my name and what's the Leaky Cauldron?" Harry asked.
"I'll answer the first question later. As for the second it's a famous pub. We're going to get back home from there. I don't want anyone to know where we're headed." Kingsley said.
"Why?"
"I'll explain later, but it's mostly for your own safety."
The journey was uneventful for the most part. Remus smiled as he saw Harry's face light up at the inside of the place. "This is part of that hidden world, right?" Harry eagerly asked.
"Yes, it is. We're going to floo home from here. Since I know that you've never done that before you can go through with me or Kingsley."
"Alright, what's flooing, though?"
"I'll demonstrate." Kingsley said. He took some of the complementary floo powder on the fireplace mantle and threw it into the fireplace. "Lupin's Place."
"Harry, we're going to do the same thing."
"What happens if something goes wrong?"
"Don't worry. We'll be fine." Remus said as he took some of the powder and threw it into the fireplace.
"Get in; I'm right next to you." Remus watched as Harry cautiously entered the emerald flames. Remus followed, "Lupin's Place." They fell out of the fireplace into Harry's new home.
"Harry, I set up a place for you stay in the basement, Kingsley's room is next to yours." Remus led Harry downstairs.
"Wow, is this room for me?" Harry's eyes had widened. Remus smiled, he was glad to know that he was able to put a smile on his best friend's son's face.
"You bet. Why don't you put your stuff away? Then you can come upstairs and ask any questions that you have." Remus said.
"Alright, I'll be right up."
Remus went back upstairs. "Kingsley, you remember what Harry was like when Lily and James were alive?"
"Yes, they would bring him to meetings with them."
"Remember how happy he was? Now, having a bedroom, such a small thing, is making him so happy. How can anyone treat a child like that?" Remus glumly took a seat.
"Hello? Can I come up?" A timid voice asked.
"Of course you can, Harry. No need to ask." Kingsley motioned for Harry to sit down.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked.
"You just did, but of course you can." Remus smiled.
"Well, I don't know where to start. How do you know that I'm a wizard?"
"Have you ever made something happen that you couldn't explain?"
"Er…there was that time when I was running from Dudley at school and wound up on the roof, and the time I turned my teacher's wig blue, and I set a boa on my cousin at the zoo once."
"See, Harry, that was magic. Once you're trained you'll be able to control it." Kingsley said.
"Okay, so I'm a wizard. Does that mean that my mum and dad were too?"
"Yes, your parents were a witch and wizard. Your mum was Muggle born, though."
"What's a Muggle?"
"Muggles are non magic folk." Remus said.
"Oh, wait I almost forgot. How did that man on the Knight Bus know my name?"
"Harry, there's something you need to know before you enter the wizarding world. Once several years ago there was a wizard who went evil. When I say evil I mean there wasn't anyone, and I mean anyone, who was more evil or Dark then this wizard. He was called Voldemort. Most in our world refer to him as You Know Who. Anyway, your parents helped fight him." Remus said.
"What did he do though?"
"I'm getting there. He tortured and killed people. Sometimes it was to help increase his power sometimes it was merely his type of fun. He decided he wanted…that he wanted…" Remus found that he could no longer continue and Kingsley took over.
"He decided to kill your parents. He killed your father, your mother, and tried to kill you. Although, the curse rebounded off of you and hit him. You are the Boy Who Lived, the only person who survived the killing curse. That's why you're famous."
"Oh, so he's dead?"
"I don't think so. He's not dead, but close to it. Any more questions?" Kingsley said.
"You said you didn't want anyone following us, why?"
Kingsley and Remus shared a look. "You see there was a break out of Azkaban, the wizard prison. It's the first time this has ever happened. It was one of Voldemort's old supporters, and it's feared that he's going after you."
"Why would he come after me? I didn't do anything, did I?"
"Harry, he might believe that if he kills you then he would be able to bring back Voldemort."
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