The Famous Harry Potter

Authors' note: I don't own Harry Potter!

"The Harry Potter?" The twins gasped together.

"You're pulling our leg." Bill laughed.

"There's no way." Charlie joined his brother in chuckling.

Fiona stood up sharply. "Excuse me for saying so, but you're being rather rude."

"Miss Lupin is right, boys," Molly scolded, red in the face. "This dear boy is Harry Potter. He's living with Fiona, Remus, and Sirius now."

"But everyone knows that Harry Potter is living somewhere in the muggle world," said Ron.

"Ron's right," Percy agreed. "It's not possible. Dumbledore said he's not supposed to know anything about the wizarding world until he turns eleven."

"Well, Dumbledore is a stupid bloody prick…Pardon my language, Molly," Sirius muttered.

"I suppose it's fair that you don't believe us." Fiona put a hand on Sirius's shoulder. "We should explain. Sirius and Remus lived near Harry, to keep an extra eye on him. They owned a small bookshop and one day, Harry came in and they gave him a book. A few days later Harry stopped by their house and they discovered that the muggles he lived with treated him very badly. They took him away from them and brought him to my home, Lupin House. He's been with us ever since."

As Fiona finished her explanation the Weasleys were very quiet.

"So, it is true?" Ginny squeaked.

"Yes." Harry finally spoke up. "My name is Harry James Potter. I live with Aunt Fiona, Uncle Sirius, and Uncle Moony at Lupin House."

"Blimey!" Ron's mouth was hanging open. "That's so cool."

"Why?" Harry asked, confused.

"Because!" Now Ron was equally confused; could Harry really not know how famous he was? "You're famous!"

"Ronald!" Molly cried, embarrassed. "Don't be rude."

"What? I'm not—" Ron tried to defend himself but Arthur interrupted him.

"Don't argue with your mother, son."

"What do you mean, I'm famous?" Harry interjected.

Fiona sighed heavily. "We really should have this conversation at home. Molly, Arthur, if you'll excuse us? Sirius, could you take Harry through the Floo?"

"Of course, Fi." Sirius picked up the small boy and stepped into the fireplace, shouting, "Lupin House!"

Fiona turned to Molly. "Will you take him when we need you to?"

"Of course," Molly assured her. "He's such a sweet boy, we'd be happy to."

"Thank you. I'll drop him off in a few days. And I'll pay you."

"No need, dear. Like I said, we'd be happy to watch him for as long as you need." Molly smiled and the two hugged.

"You're a gem, Molly, thank you so much." Fiona squeezed her friend tightly before letting go. "I'd best be off. Now we have to explain to Harry about why he's famous."

"Of course, I'm sorry." Molly smiled sadly. "It's going to be difficult to explain how his parents died."

"Yes, I'm not looking forward to it. Goodbye, everyone." Fiona waved as she stepped into the fire and called out, "Lupin House!"

She spun and spun before falling out of the kitchen fireplace and quickly moving away just in time, as her brother came flying out and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Really, Remus? We just had this conversation," Fiona sighed, exasperated.

"Auntie Fi?" Harry was sitting at the table. "What did Ron mean, 'You're famous?' I'm not famous, am I?"

"Actually, Harry, you are." Remus detangled himself from his place on the floor. "You see, when you were very young, a very bad man wanted to hurt you and your parents."

"Who?" Harry asked curiously.

Fiona shared a look with the others before kneeling down in front of the child. "A man named Voldemort. He was a powerful wizard. And a bad one. He thought that by killing you he would become more powerful. So on Halloween night he came to your house and killed your parents. But he couldn't kill you. Instead the spell he tried to use backfired and destroyed him. It also gave you your scar." She gently brushed his hair off his forehead, revealing the lightning bolt on his head.

"How did he find us?" Harry asked "Wouldn't you have protected our house just like this one?"

"Oh, Harry, I tried to. I swear. But Dumbledore thought one protection charm was enough and wouldn't tell me where to find your parents. I couldn't have helped them. No matter how much I wanted to. They made another friend of theirs, Peter Pettigrew, secret keeper. That means only he could tell you where to find them. Unfortunately, Peter never liked me and refused to tell me anything." Fiona's eyes were full of tears.

"Dirty rat," Sirius muttered under his breath.

"He was a dirty rat. Now he's rotting in Azkaban for the rest of his life," Remus said. "I told them he should have been kissed."

Harry looked confused and Fiona elbowed Remus sharply in the ribs. She really didn't want to explain dementors to a seven-year-old.

"Never mind that. He's a bad man and we don't have to worry about him anymore, He's in prison for life and he's never getting out." Fiona said pointedly. "I wanted to help protect your parents, Harry, but Dumbledore wouldn't let me."

"Who's Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"He's a right old bast—"

"Sirius!" Remus and Fiona admonished together.

"He's the Headmaster of Hogwarts and a very important man," Fiona explained. "One we should not call names." She directed this last part at Sirius who grumbled.

"He was the one who sent you to live with the Dursley's," Remus told Harry.

Harry's nose scrunched up. "I don't like him, then."

"No." Fiona laughed. "I don't much like him either."

"But he has agreed to let Harry stay here," Remus reminded them, "which is a good thing."

"Fiona and I are his godparents, so he should have been with us from the beginning!" Sirius was getting angry. "Dumbledore had no right to keep us from him and put him with those bloody Muggles! You know it's not what James and Lily would have wanted."

"Calm down, Pads," Remus said calmly. "I know and I agree with you. But there's nothing we can do about that now. All we can do is love Harry and protect him."

"Remus is right. Now." Fiona stood up and clapped her hands. "Who's hungry? It's almost lunchtime."

Word Count: 1018 words

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