A/N: Thank you all again for the reviews. I really appreciate them and any ideas are welcome. Harry Potter is not mine this is a story from a fan.

A/N: A special thanks to Arnie100 and PhoenixGrifyndor for giving me some ideas to work out further.

A helping hand

C24 The morning after.

Minerva shook her head as she looked into the room for a second time an hour later. Andrea had fallen asleep but was still brushing through the hairs of Harry. With a wave of her wand, she levitated Andrea.

Amelia heard the spell and rushed into the room. She saw what Minerva did and created a bed for her to sleep on. She then Levitated Harry next to her and saw how both of them cuddled together like a lioness and her cub.

They closed the door and turned to the other room. Minerva created two Separate beds and softly said. "If you want we could share this room and see what tomorrow brings. I'm not sure if I want to leave Andrea alone just yet".

Amelia smiled a little. "Yes, I will stay here too for tonight. Susan is with the Abbotts so I don't have anywhere to go just yet".

"But first let's get a night cap," Minerva said as she rubbed her hands together. Amelia smiled and pulled Minerva along to the kitchen.

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It was early in the morning when Andrea walked out of the room into a little hallway. Next, to her, the door opened and her aunty stepped out of her room. She sniffed the air and smiled as she smelled the nice smell of baked bacon in the morning. She then looked back to her aunty and saw Amelia stepping out of the room sniffing the air. The eyes of Andrea became big and she rushed out of the hall way and ran to the kitchen.

At the door, she stopped and got bumped by her aunty who had ran after her. Amelia who was the last to arrive in the doorway to the kitchen looked over their shoulders and saw little Harry at the stove. He was cooking breakfast and had the table set for three. She saw him placing the food on the table and take a seat in the corner of the floor.

Andrea took another look at the table and saw he had made everything she didn't want. The freshly baked bacon smelled delicious but those sausages just looked too greasy as if they were not only baked in grease. No, they look like they had swum in it. The eggs were just as fattening as the bacon. She counted the plates and saw three of them.

Her eyes found the corner where Harry was sitting quietly on the ground his head turned down to the floor. Slowly she walked over to him and kneeled down to be at his level. "Harry" she almost whispered.

Harry lifted his tiny head and gazed slowly into her eyes. He was afraid of her anger and what she would do. He had done something wrong and he knew it.

"Harry, why are there three plates on the table," She asked him as softly as she could. There had to be a reason but him setting the table with an extra plate wasn't one of them. It could have been that he still thought about the Dursleys and that that was the reason for three plates.

"You are three" and he lifted his finger. "One, Two, Three," he said as he counted each one of them.

But there are four of us Harry, "One, Two, Three and four" Andrea counted as she pointed her finger at Harry and counted to four.

Harry shook his little head. "I'm a freak; Freaks do not eat at the table with the others".

Andrea took his little head into her hands as she cupped his cheeks. "You are not a freak, Harry" she again told him softly but with a sharp edge to her voice. "You were never a freak they were wrong and you are Harry James Potter".

Harry didn't say anything and lowered his eyes again. "I'm a freak and I do freakish things. I…. I… I did it with the breakfast, I'm a freak and I don't sit on the table" He turned his back to her and locked his eyes to the wall.

Andrea stood and turned back to her aunty and Amelia. "We have to tell him, we have to tell him why he is not a freak".

Minerva looked at Amelia "What do you think, can we tell him".

Amelia looked from the back of Harry to Andrea and Minerva. "I don't know".

"Stuff it Amelia" Andrea snapped. "This is Harry James Potter he is, by all means, a pure blood. Are you telling me Susan doesn't know anything or some of those death eaters spawn you are always trying to get to Azkaban?"

"Minerva" Amelia Snapped.

"Sorry, she is my niece and knows everything about our world," Minerva told Amelia as she lowered her eyes.

"Don't you ignore me" Andrea snapped again. "I'm a squib just like my parents. So don't snap at my aunt. I have been to Hogwarts and everything. I know all there is to Know; I have been close friends with Alice and Lily, so don't tell me anything. I know that every kid in that world learns about magic from the day they can talk".

"M..Magic".

The three of them froze when they heard the unbelief in the voice of Harry. None of them had realized that Harry was still in the room.

"Magic is not real, Magic is freakish, Magic is not there" Harry recited like it was a line he had heard over and over again.

Now it was Amelia who kneeled down in front of him. "Come sit with us Harry, Magic is real and we will tell you all about it".

Harry had disbelieve written all over his face. Andrea was looking at him closely. What Amelia may see as disbelieve she knew as doubt. Harry was living in a world of his own and he has been there from the day he was left at his aunt. A talk alone would not make him believe Magic was real, they had to show him and she knew that it would explain the things his uncle called freakish.

Minerva walked over to the cabinet and floated a plate to the table with her wand. She was one of action instead of explaining.

Harry looked at the plate as it floated to the table. His mouth was hanging open and followed the plate as it softly glided down to the table.

The three adults were only looking at the reaction as Harry took the plate from the table and lifted it up a little. "This is freakish" he stated.

"No Harry" Andrea started softly. "This is real, this is Magic".

"But, but".

"They lied to you Harry, they were afraid of you, of what you can do, Magic is real your mother was a witch just as your father was a Wizard," Andrea told him while she was ignoring the evil look Amelia was throwing her. My aunty is a witch and she just floated a plate in mid air".

Amelia threw her hands in the air. "You're right he has to know. I don't like it but he has to know".

A phone rang and Amelia took a small cell phone out of her pocket. After five minutes she gestured Andrea and Minerva along to the hallway. There she threw up a privacy wall as she said. "You two tell him about magic but nothing about his scar or the reason why he has it. He is eight and doesn't need to know why his parents are dead, not yet. I myself have to go to the police station where I will witness the interaction of Vernon and Petunia Dursley".

They all went back into the kitchen where they eat the food leaving the sausages to the side, including Harry as one of them just like a family should.

A/N: This was it again at this time. See you all in the next chapter.

Gr. Winmau.