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Changes Chapter Two

The next day Harry woke up feeling more refreshed than he ever felt after a night at the Dursleys'. He attributed that to a full meal at dinner and a comfortable bed to sleep on. Harry got up out of bed and grabbed some clothes to wear after his morning shower. He could hear sounds coming from the kitchen and was glad to know he would be regularly fed at Privet Drive for the first time in … forever probably.

A quick shower and shave later Harry entered the kitchen to find Katie singing while making breakfast.

"Relight my fire, Your love is my only desire; Relight my fire, Cos I need your lo - Oh!" Katie smiled at Harry. "Good morning! Have a seat!"

"Morning." Harry replied. "What were you singing?"

Katie smiled at him, a slight blush tainting her cheeks. "Take That. It was "Relight my fire." It came out a couple of years ago."

"Never heard of them." Harry said. "But, then again, I have no idea of that kind of stuff anyway."

Katie placed a plate with toast, scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him. She handed him a cup of tea and sat down across from him.

"I hope you eat all that. I didn't know what you'd eat, so I made you what I'm having."

"Thanks, it looks good. I eat pretty much everything, though I don't care for lamb. The smell gets to me."

"Hmm." Katie swallowed her food. "I know what you mean. I can get picky when it comes to food, so if there is something you really crave just tell me, okay?"

Harry smiled and nodded at her. "Sure. Thanks. I mean, you don't have to do all this and I -"

"Harry." Katie placed a hand on his and smiled. "I understand. I'm doing this because I want to, okay? Now, tell me about those wards you mentioned yesterday."

Harry set down his cutlery and took a sip of his tea, before answering. "The wards are supposed to keep me safe. Professor Dumbledore said the wards are based on the blood my Aunt and I share. My mum died for me and love is supposed to keep me safe. Or something like that." He smiled weakly at Katie who looked thoughtful.

"So basically you are safe from what's his face because of the blood you share with Petunia. What about when you're at school?"

"Um.. The Hogwarts wards are strong enough to keep me safe and Voldemort out."

Katie snorted. "I may not be a witch but I read everything I got my hands on and it seems to me he got you a good couple of times there. Mrs Figg said something about him using you to resurrect himself. Tell me about that."

Harry looked uncomfortable but answered her anyway. It was the least he could do after Katie willingly took him in. "He used this spell where he needed blood from his enemy and Wormtail used my blood. It worked, too." He finished bitterly.

"I don't mean to be insensitive and I don't know a lot about magic and what not but doesn't this mean that you share blood with him now? I mean it wasn't like a blood transfusion, was it?"

Harry tilted his head in thought. "I guess." He shrugged. "I'm not sure though."

"Harry." Katie said softly. "If you share blood with him the wards are void, are they not?"

Harry stared at the young woman before him. "Shit. I never thought of that."

Seeing that Harry was close to panicking, Katie stood from her seat and went to the phone.

"What's your friends number?"

"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Um.. I'll go get it."

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"Hello, Mrs Dursley here. Could I speak to Hermione please?"

Harry stared at Katie in horror. What was she doing?

"Hello? Hermione? This is Petunia Dursley." Katie winked at Harry, who seemed speechless.

"Harry's fine. He doesn't know I'm calling and I want you to keep this conversation a secret."…….. "Thank you. I'm calling for a reason. Do you know of the ritual Harry unwillingly partook in last summer?" …. "Yes, that one. You know of the theory on the wards here?"…

Katie smiled reassuringly at Harry and hmmd into the phone.

"You see Hermione, the way I see things is that the wards are void." …. "If thingy used Harry's blood to become corporeal and such, then doesn't that mean they share blood now?"… "It wasn't like a transfusion though, was it? He used Harry's blood to get a body and he touched Harry after, right?" …. "I'm trying to say that if the wards are based on the blood Harry shares with me they are void because Harry and Volde-something share the same blood."

Katie took a frustrated breath. "Hermione stop being a ponce and listen. Blood magic is void at our house, but what's it doesn't know and the Headmaster must not care. What I would like you to do, and I'll refund you for it, is to send us some books on wards and blood magic. And please keep quiet about this conversation, yes?"… "Thank you. Have a nice holiday."

Katie hung up and groaned. "How you cope around her all year 'round, I don't know. She's even worse than me."

Harry chuckled nervously. "Katie? I'm not too sure Hermione will keep quiet. She's a stiffler for rules. She might tell if she thinks it will keep me safe."

Katie smiled at him and led him to the stairs. "No she won't. There will be no reason to think you're in danger here, because you'll be having the time of your life."

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Harry was having the time of his life. Katie though being a girl, hated shopping with a passion, but had dragged him out to buy a wardrobe that fit him properly. Harry had to fight to keep in his laughter when Katie would have words with the sales help for trying to sell them things Katie had already said they didn't need. Then there was this one stereotypical homosexual trying to tell Harry what colour and type of clothing to buy and Katie just told him to have his eyes checked, because "I specifically said we were her to buy two pair of dark blue jeans, not a pair of black leather or brown suede trousers.". The look on the guy's face was classic.

After dragging him around the shops, Katie surprised Harry with an appointment for new glasses. After choosing a nice slim pair of glasses and agreeing on trying out contact lenses, Katie took Harry to a nice Greek restaurant and proceeded to order for him. With a full stomach and aching arms from carrying a lot of bags, Harry and Katie returned to Privet Drive, where Harry was introduced to East Enders.

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"I'm home!" Harry bellowed two weeks later, when he arrived from his martial arts training.

"Living room!"

Harry smiled at hearing Katie's voice drifting from the living room. This was their routine; whenever one of them came home they'd yell so and the other would answer. It was a nice feeling for Harry to know someone waited for him and cared. After taking of his shoes and placing his bag by the stairs, Harry walked through to the living room and stopped in his tracks. Remus Lupin and Mrs Figg were having tea with Katie.

Katie stood and smiled reassuringly at him. She grabbed his arm and steered him to sit next to her on the settee. "Harry, Mrs Figg and Mr Lupin came by to give us some news. How was training?"

"Good." He croaked, unsure if he wanted to know the 'news'. He knew he'd have to leave Katie and he really didn't want to. Maybe he could -

"Harry?"

Harry looked up at Katie and smiled at her. An answering smile told him she understood his worries.

"I was just telling our guests how good you are doing, but now that you're home they can ask you themselves, hm?"

Remus nearly tripped over his words in a rush to get them all said. "Harry are you okay? How are things here? I'm sorry about what happened. I want you to know that it wasn't your fault."

Harry pressed himself into Katie's side and she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. Harry took a shuddering breath and soaked up the reassurance Katie's warmth offered before answering.

"I'm okay. I don't like talking about it but I'm okay. Katie helped me understand it wasn't my fault and that he's in good hands. I…" Harry shrugged. "I'm happy the Dursley's left me here. I wouldn't be coping as I am if they'd still be here instead of Katie. She's helping me and taking good care of me. I'm fine, really."

Remus and Mrs Figg smiled at the teen and Remus looked relieved. Being a werewolf he could smell strong emotions and Harry emanated happiness when he talked of Kate and the far-away Dursley family. The Pronglet was in good hands.

"Ah, that is good to hear Harry. I am happy for you, but there might be a problem."

Remus glanced at Katie before continuing. "The Order hasn't been guarding you this summer yet, because the Headmaster thought you'd need some distance after everything that happened. I know that he placed a tracking charm on you though, that activates when you are in danger, if you should be kidnapped or attacked while you are here. Hermione voiced some concerns to Ginny about you staying here this summer, which is why I'm here. I am certain that I can assure the Headmaster of your safety here, though we might have to ward the house again and maybe even Fidelius it."

Harry looked mad at the mention of Hermione blabbing but relaxed when Remus explained he could stay. Before he could respond Katie shocked him, Remus and Mrs Figg.

"We shall be deciding on the Secret Keeper, no one else."

Remus nodded. "I shall inform the Headmaster of your request. I'm sure -"

"It wasn't a request Mr Lupin, it was a irrevocable statement. We shall decide or there shall be no Fidelius. End of discussion."

"That sounds reasonable to me Remus. Anyway, Harry, Katie and I have been discussing about taking a trip to Diagon Alley. There are several ways of doing this. Katie could take your measurements and I'd take her with me and we'd buy all of your things or I could go with you or lastly you and Katie go, but dress up a bit. What do you think?"

Harry looked at the elderly woman. "No offence Mrs Figg, but I'd rather go with Katie, if at all."

Mrs Figg smiled and stood. "That is fine my dear. I have to take my leave though; it is feeding time."

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Harry leaned back against his chair and folded his hands behind his head. Katie had made Shepherd's Pie for dinner and Harry had just eaten three helpings and couldn't move at all. It was the most delicious Shepherd's Pie he'd ever eaten.

Katie nudged his chair with her foot and broke his train of thought. "I want to talk to you about the Fidelius. If the Secret Keeper dies, does the Fidelius fall or does it stay for ever? If it falls, we'll have to find someone who won't likely die by Christmas. I've made some discreet enquiries and I have a handful of people in mind, who don't know you and can't be easily traced back to me as friends. I think someone like that might be best, or even a prisoner. Nobody gets to them. I don't think anyone obvious should be our Keeper. Can a squib be a Keeper?"

Harry thought for a bit. "I think when the Keeper dies the Fidelius fails, and I'm not sure about Squibs. I'd like to meet with the Keeper before we decide, but I agree with you about not using any of my friends. We'll have to ask Remus or maybe go buy a book. I wonder if I can be my own Secret Keeper?"

Katie smiled at Harry's thoughtful face. "We definitely need to read a book. We should go to a Wizarding bookstore and I could speed read a couple and then we can just wait and see what they say. First though I am going to reclaim my spot in the world as the Champion of all Champions, never to be beaten Champion of the World in Scrabble by winning sky high against you - again!"

Harry laughed. "Yeah right! Bring it on, Plonker!"

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