A helping Hand

C38 ? just love children that much 1.

It was later that night that Andrea was sitting at her desk. She was thinking about all the things she had learned about Little Harry. He was sleeping in his little room in a bed he got from her father. It was a bed he himself had gotten from a neighbor who lived a couple of houses down the street. That neighbor didn't need it anymore and her father had immediately thought about Harry.

The moment she had seen the bed she thought it was the most dreadful bed she had ever seen. It was pink and it had a picture of a unicorn on the headboard.

Harry, on the other hand, looked at it as if it was a kingsized bed, the most wonderful bed he had ever seen. And the worst part of it all was that he mend every word he said. It was that reaction that made her think hard about the life Harry had had if his reaction was like this.

After an hour she had checked up on him and found him on the floor next to the bed. At first, she thought he had fallen out of it but then she saw that he hadn't even slept in it. So she pulled away the blankets and placed him back into the bed where she tucked him in.

With a smile, she left the room and found her self-sitting at her desk. She picked up the phone and dialed the one number she knew from memory. "Mum, what do I do". Two hours later she put down the phone and went to bed. Tomorrow she would take Harry to the one place he and her could get answers no one else could get.

*#*

"Amelia, what does the ministry want with me?" Andromeda asked the moment she saw Amelia standing in front of her office door.

Amelia gave her a weak smile and asked if she could come in. "I'm not here for the ministry but more for something that will go against the ministry. It all has to do with Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. So, can I come in"?

Andromeda gave her a sharp look as she wondered what it was Amelia, wanted with Harry. Especially when she had just said goodbye to her aunt and Harry himself. "I'm not sure about this Amelia, if I do anything for or about the boy, I will get into a lot of trouble with the Pure-bloods. One will definitely come to mind and that is Lucius Malfoy".

Amelia nodded and started to tell her about everything they had found out and had done for Harry. It was after her story she got an oath of silents.

Long after Amelia started she stopped and looked Andromeda in the eyes. "I know it's not something simple I ask of you but we really have to help that boy and all the other children who are abused in one way or another" Amelia almost begged.

Andromeda placed her hands together and under her nose as she thought about it. "So you want me to look at the trial of Sirius and that file is all there is" as Andromeda pointed to the folder Amelia had lying in front of her. "But on top of that, you also want me to represent the boy who lived. If your new Law doesn't go through. Which most likely won't, because most pure-bloods would want to keep their children in line the way they have always done it, by punishing them severely".

Amelia nodded as she started to look sad at the way Andromeda was shaking her head.

"Amelia, If I do this I will have an uphill battle, all the way. I have to get someone to visit Sirius that isn't me. If I show up there I will be arrested because the ministry has banned all attorneys from Azkaban. I also need to have a meeting with Little Harry before Monday because I have to know if he is willing to help if it comes to it".

Amelia nodded "I will get Minerva to arrange a meeting with Harry and Andrea McGonagall for this coming Friday. I will let her owl you where and when. For Sirius, I don't know".

This time it was Andromeda who nodded. "I will get someone to go to Sirius tomorrow morning, If you can get someone from the ministry we can see if he tels us the same thing. That way I can see if it is even worth putting our energy into the case. We will then speak about it, let's say Friday morning".

"I will go myself, I knew him from school and I was only a rooky auror the time he was captured. I think he will tell me more if I tell him I want to reopen his case".

It was not long after that that Andromeda said goodbye to Amelia and smiled wildly the moment she had disapparated.

*#*

In the morning Andrea was cooking when a frightened Harry walked into the kitchen. He took a seat and kept looking at the table without saying a word. As she placed a plate in front of him she took him into a hug he didn't return. It gave her a fearful feeling and she held him on arms length. "Harry, what is wrong, why are you so scared".

Harry turned away his eyes as he mumbled. "I have slept in the bed. I don't know how but I woke up in it and now it's dirty because Freaks are not suppose to have a bed".

Andrea gave a deep sigh as she gazed into the sad eyes of Harry. "You are not a freak. That bed was given to you by my father and it is yours to sleep in. I was also the one who laid you in the bed. So you did nothing wrong".

Harry nodded but Andrea knew it would take all morning for him to come to terms that the bed was his and more than a week before he would sleep in it, without her telling him to. As she watched him she saw him slowly coming to his own conclusion. It was a good sign but it would still be some time before he would agree with himself. "Harry would you like to come with me to Diagon Alley. I need some wizarding money and I would like to show you how you do things with that kind of money".

Harry didn't understand what she was saying, but the thought of walking down the wizarding street and looking at another broom. So he shoved the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth and was already walking to the door to get his coat.

Andrea just smiled as she rushed after him.

*#*

Harry followed Andrea down the street and into Gringotts. He didn't know what to expect but the only thing he saw was a family walking out of the bank. The man had long blond hair and was acting like his uncle. As he gazed on he saw the woman next to the man who also had blond hair. She looked at him and then raised her nose in the air just like his aunt always did when she saw him. The last thing he saw was a boy his own age. He was trying to do like his father and just looked like he smelled something bad. Harry could not help himself and pulled the baseball cap a little further over his head and he looked down. Then he heard it. The man said something he desperately wanted to hear.

"They are all freaks, I don't know why the ministry ever agreed to let them handle our money".

Harry looked around him and saw other creatures. They were the freaks and he was one of them. He was a freak just like they were. Only Harry didn't know they were called goblins.

As he gazed around himself he saw a little goblin waiving his hand over some papers. He walked up to him and just looked at what he was doing.

The goblin looked up and just blinked at Harry.

"Hi, I'm Harry who are you and what are you doing".

The goblin looked around himself but didn't see a witch or wizard calling him back. Something that was very strange. "H.H..Hi, I'm Griphook" the Goblin stumbled over his words. "I'm copying all these papers by pushing my magic into my hand, then I remember it and waved my hand over the other piece, pushing my magic again".

"Can I try".

Griphook just blinked as he nodded.

Harry sat down and started to wave his hand over the papers.

"No, no, do you feel the warm feeling inside your stomach".

Harry nodded.

"Take that feeling and let it fill your arm, then remember it and do the same to the other paper," Gripphook told him.

Harry looked at the paper as his tongue slipped in and out from the corner of his mouth. He laid his hand on the other paper. Suddenly a big black line appeared on the paper that went from left to right. "Oooo it's not that good," Harry said.

"What, it's better than mine" and Griphook showed him his own paper with a crooked line on it.

*#*

Andrea was waiting in line until it was her turn. With a smile, she looked down at Harry and saw that he wasn't at her side anymore. A feeling of fear grabbed down her spine as she looked around. Then she saw him in a corner sitting at a little table with a goblin. "Harry".. she called as she walked over to him. "Harry stop bothering the".

"Please, Miss" a Goblin interrupted her as he touched her elbow. Let the children play, it's not often a Wizard cub is allowed to play with a goblin, like an equal".

A/N: This was it again at this time, see you all the next time.

I wish you all a happy new year and hope your wishes will all come true. Lots of love and many new stories in 2018.

Gr. Winmau