A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. Like always I appreciate them a lot and it always pushes me to write more.
Harry Potter is not mine this is a story from a fan.

A Helping Hand.

C4 the answer to my questions.

It was early Monday morning. Andrea took the letter in her hand and gave it another quick look just before she went to the school. As she sat down she wondered what she could do to get some answers from Harry. With another look out of the window, she knew that this week would be the same as last week.

Little Harry sat on the side of the fence. It was the same place as where he had sat the previous week. As Andrea looked at the clock she could see that he was again an hour early. So she took the Bull by the horns and knew that this would be a good as any time to get some of her answers. As she made her way over to the spot where Harry was sitting she went over the things she wanted to know in her mind. With a determination her aunt would classify as a true Gryffindor she went over to Harry to sit down next to him.

The moment she opened the front door she could see Harry running over to a tree to duck behind it. She gave a deep sigh and thought. ^There is no way or reason for an eight-year-old boy to behave like that^. As Andrea walked over to the tree she could see Harry making himself as small as he could. "Harry, please come over here and sit down next to me," Andrea asked kindly, while she sat down herself.

Harry looked from behind the tree and nodded while he was looking at the ground. He didn't understand why the new teacher wanted to talk to him. Most of the time they would yell at him for something he hadn't done but it never happened before the start of the class. He was a freak and didn't deserve the attention he was getting now. Mostly it was because his aunty would get a letter and that would mean he had to remain in his cupboard for a long time.

"Harry, why is it that you are always at school this early. You do know the school starts over an hour so you are way too early". Andrea had been half way through the question when she saw Harry getting anxious. She didn't understand why but it was clear that there was more to it. Maybe even more than that Harry hunting she heard about.

"I-I-. I'm not allowed in the car if I don't have to be. My aunt says that it will stay clean if I'm not in it" Harry stuttered.

Andrea was sure that she had heard it wrong. The whole car story must have been something of a joke. So she asked him if he would say it again because she hadn't heard him completely. She became almost angry as he gave her the same answer again. It hadn't been her hearing and Harry hadn't made a joke.

As she looked him over she could see that he was not only malnourish but he was also wearing clothes that were way too big for him. So if he was wearing second-hand clothes they didn't have money for a car. Maybe that was why they told him he would make the car too dirty. Andrea had to think a little about it. She wasn't sure if Harry was making it up just so she wouldn't know they were poor. Suddenly she knew what she could do. She would ask him a question that he had to answer. That way she would know if he was poor or if there was something else. "Harry, if that is so, then there must be a special reason why your parents are using the car and why it has to stay clean". She knew that his parents were murdered but he didn't know she knew. She also knew that he was living with his aunt and uncle. But while she knew, she wanted Harry to tell her himself just to make sure. You could never know maybe this was still another Harry Potter with magical powers. Even when she knew that there wasn't another Harry Potter, like this.

Harry looked at the ground and started to mumble. "I don't have a mum and dad. I'm living with my uncle and aunt. And I'm just not allowed in the car because I make it dirty and also because Dudley doesn't like it if I sit next to him".

Andrea shook her head a little. She had clearly heard Harry say the name Dudley but it couldn't be could it. "Harry who is this Dudley you are talking about". She had an idea about this Dudley but she had to make sure. It was a lesson her aunt had taught her. Never jump to conclusions always make sure you have the whole story or the biggest part you can get.

"Dudley is my cousin Dudley Dursley he is in my class," Harry told her in a near whisper.

Again Andrea had doubt that she had heard him correctly, but then again she knew she hadn't. She did, however, look differently at Dudley and his mother. The mother of Dudley had become the sister of Lily and she was the opposite of the way she remembered Lily from Hogwarts.

"Harry wouldn't you rather sit inside for half an hour, you know with me in the classroom. I think it will be much better than here outside in the cold" Andrea asked him softly.

Harry didn't look up but kept his eyes on his shoes. The more he heard the more he asked himself why. Here was a teacher that was talking to him, not shouting but talking. She was the first that didn't look at him with anger in her eyes. She hadn't blamed him for the things that happened like the others did. So, maybe this teacher was different and he decided she deserved a chance.

Harry nodded and followed his teacher Andrea McGonagall into the classroom and saddled himself next to the heater and far away from his teacher as he could.

Andrea saw how fast he went to the other side of the classroom. There was so much more that she wanted to ask him but she decided that it had been enough for today. The last thing she wanted to do was to scare him off. As she took a closer look she could see that he was completely relying on himself. He didn't need a teacher or an aunt he could do it all. It was a behavior that told her that he was isolated at home or excluded. And according to his answer about the car, it didn't really surprise her all that much. If his aunt could say that about the car she could also say that about a room or the most part of the house.

With only ten more minutes to go, she sends Harry outside to wait with the others. As she followed him with her eyes she could see him walking over to the spot next to the fence where he always was. From the corner of her eye, she could see the car coming around the corner that would bring her least favorite student Dudley Dursley. While she stood behind the window she could hear how the aunt of Harry said goodbye to Dudley and especially in the way she did it. It was extra sweet and everything to make a kid feel special and to create a bully. It also made her wonder why, if his aunt was so sweet to Dudley, why wasn't she sweet at Harry. As she looked how Petunia drove off, she could clearly see that she didn't look at Harry when she left, not even a glance.

As the kids went outside to play at nine thirty Andrea took her next decision. She looked at the time plate and saw that the next period would be gymnastics. This would give her an opportunity to take another look at the body of Harry. One of the things she was afraid of was that he was physically abused. And the next period would give her a chance to get a good look because Harry had to wear a short sleeve t-shirt and short shorts.

About ten minutes after the break she went over to the little gymnasium that was detached from the school and took a peek inside. She could see that Harry was wearing his gym clothes and there were no visual bruising or any marks that indicated he was physically abused. If he had then she could have gone to the Bobbies like her aunt loved to say and report it. It didn't mean it was okay but it did mean that she could take a little more time.

Back in the classroom, she thought about the next step she could take. First, she had to find out more about the way his home life is. She knew that there was something wrong and it was her obligation to find out what it was and to take the next steps if they were necessary. While she was thinking this over in her mind she felt a piece of chalk hit the side of her face. "Who did that".

"Harry did it, I saw it myself," Dudley said sweetly.

Andrea looked at Harry and brought her hand to the spot the chalk hid her. There was no way he could have thrown it. The angle it hit her was the opposite from where he was sitting. So it had to be Dudley himself. But if he was blaming Harry and the other teachers would believe him, then that would explain why Harry was to believe to be the bully. "Harry please stay behind class".

A/N: So this was it again for this week. Like I said I don't know when the next update will be because it will be slow. I only have two more chapters to translate then I have to start writing in English from scratch. But tell me what you think. It is always nice to get a review. Even the ones with criticism in it, those are the ones that make us writers do better. Keep it positive with a good foundation don't say it's bad and leave it at that. Say why and we can work on it.

Thank you again.
Gr. Winmau.