Chapter 20
Thinking Of You
Molly Weasley sat alone in the kitchen of Grimmauld. The sudden Order meeting was set only an hour ago by Sirius for the inner circle and everyone apparated to the headquarters.
Molly watched as Sirius screamed at his former headmaster for allowing Harry to stay with his dreaded aunt and uncle. He told them all of how Harry was abused for years and lived in the cupboard under the stairs for at least eleven years.
"A cupboard," she thought.
She sat there at the table hours later close to tears thinking of her sergeant son back at Hogwarts. She knew Harry didn't want to go back to those people every year and she pushed for him, she truly did but Dumbledore would not have it. He wanted Harry safe from Voldemort but how would subjecting a young boy to abuse and mistreatment keep him safe?
They could have killed him from what she heard from Sirius. Her blood boiled as she thought of the all the times Albus has insisted that the best place for Harry was his aunt and uncle's home. How dare he? He probably didn't even know what was going on in that house.
When Harry would come to school or to the burrow thinner than the year before or with scratches on him he would insist that he had a high metabolism and that he just scratched himself in the floo network. How could she have been so stupid?
Harry, the dear sweet boy that had taken her heart when she met him, deserved better than those blasted muggles. Hot tears came to her eyes as she thought that the only family he ever had, hated him; loathed him with all they had for years. Now they were dead and he had nothing. He had Sirius of course but he was not always there for him. He cared for Sirius more than anything and all Molly could hope was that Sirius could bring him more happiness.
More tears came from her eyes as she once again thought of Harry. He was so caring for everyone he met. If someone who hated him was going to get hurt, she knew that Harry would be there to help. He was filled with more love than anyone could ever imagine even though he was never loved almost all his life. The thing that scared her most about Harry was that he would die to save someone he loved. He would give up his own life to save his friends. She knew that if ever Ron or Ginny or Hermione or anyone was in trouble, Harry would jump into the line of fire so they wouldn't get hurt.
She knew that Harry also had feelings for her only daughter. She could tell of course that Ginny's feelings were mutual seeing that both of them would watch the other one when one wasn't looking. Oh yes, she noticed all right. Molly couldn't pick a better boy for Ginny. Harry would be there for her in a time of need, he would protect her, he would care for her, he would most of all love her with all his heart and she couldn't ask for anything more.
Two pops took her out of her thoughts. She looked up from the table and saw Fred and George watching her.
"What's the matter mum?" George asked concernedly watching his mother wipe away her tears.
"Nothing dears, come and sit down," she called and they sat at the table. She got up and bustled about making tea.
"Mum, thinking about Harry are you?" Fred buzzed. Molly hesitated for a moment and nodded to her twin sons.
"Don't worry mum. He has us now. The Dursley's are a part of the past, he has you and dad and all us kids. Harry will be happy to be with us, don't worry," George reassured her. Molly smiled at her son's and gave them each a hug.
While she was hugging them, she couldn't help but be proud of all her children. They had all grown up so nicely and cared about their family so much. She just hoped that with Harry in the mix now, she could give him the same love that she gave to her own kids.
Remus watched as Sirius paced his private room. Remus knew better than to bother Sirius and tell him to stop.
Angry Sirius + Calm Remus Bad Combination.
Remus sat silently watching as Sirius practically ripped apart the room. After the order meeting, Remus was in some kind of daze. He knew that Harry didn't like Privet Drive but he never imagined that it was that bad.
Sirius was ranting and raving about how Dumbledore was a lunatic and had no heart. Remus silently agreed. Dumbledore watched that house. He watched Harry in that house. How could he just sit back and watch as he was hit or screamed at for an accident.
Remus clenched his fist as he thought of that damn uncle of Harry's. He had been close to hexing him times before when he would visit the house on his watches but held the urge. One night he did hear Vernon yelling about something than he heard a bang.
Of course he never imagined that it was Harry he was yelling at and he never imagined that it was Harry that made the banging sound.
His heart clenched for the boy. James and Lily's son had been through more than he should have been. With the looming prophecy and the fear of someone getting hurt because of him, Harry was stressed beyond belief.
James and Lily.
They deserved to know about their son more than anyone. Harry should be with them; he should've been with them all his life. His parents are the greatest people you could meet and the one person who deserved to meet them never did.
"Someday soon, Harry. Someday soon," Remus thought.
Professor Hund walked into his private courtier's late that night. He walked around by the lake for hours thinking about the previous order meeting.
It was disturbing to him to hear of Harry's relatives. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, son of Lily and James Potter, defeater of the dark lord was beaten by an obese man whom hated him more than anything.
"It's not fair to him," he thought as he threw his cloak onto the arm chair by the fire.
His shaggy hair flowed in front of his eyes as he sat down. Hund watched the fire cackle and burn. The good thing about being a Hogwarts professor was that he could see things through out the fire connection in the castle.
The image changed to a boy sitting in front of the fire himself. His raven hair was messier than usual, probably from the tossing and turning he was doing in his sleep. Harry also watched as the fire burned in the fire place with a hand on his chin. Hund looked at him closely seeing the sweat on his forehead.
He sat there for a long time watching as Harry just sat, looking at the fire thoughtfully. He watched as Harry's head fell to the side and he fell asleep. He watched as Ginny came down and sat next to him. She sat there stroking his hair and watching the fire as well.
He then watched as she watched him sleep peacefully. She sat there for a while just looking at Harry. It warmed the professor's heart to see her watch him in such a way. It felt good to know that someone loved Harry so much.
"What are you doing?" someone asked.
Hund turned his head around and smiled.
"I was just looking into the fire," Hund told her. She walked over to him in her night gown and robe on and sat on the edge of the chair.
"He'll find out soon you know. They plan on telling him soon; not just part of the story but the whole thing. Most of the Order knows about it so Harry deserved to too," she reassured him.
"I know Hamada," with a smirk, Hund got up off of his chair and went to bed, Hamada close behind.
Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his office quietly going through his pensieve. He had found the memory of the night he had taken Harry to Number Four Privet Drive. He thought it was safe.
He had believed it was the best place for him for years but he was wrong. He had sent Harry back there year after year, ignoring the fact that he was so set on staying with the Weasley's or at Hogwarts itself. He had assured himself that Harry just didn't like the Muggles but he was wrong.
Harry was never as happy as he seemed. The pain inside him was well hidden to most but Dumbledore could see it. He never understood why he was so unhappy but now he was aware. He felt distraught.
All those times Molly had insisted on Harry staying with her at the Burrow he had said no; that it was best to send him to his relatives.
How could he have been so stupid as to believe that even though Petunia had hated the Wizarding world and everything in it, she would happily take care of her dead sister's son?
He remembered the day he had seen Harry Potter as he walked into the Great Hall in his first year. He remembered how excited and scared the young boy looked but along with that he noticed how skinny his frame was and how, when he looked at the headmaster, his eyes showed a distinct glint of hope; hope for happiness.
He should have known then that something happened during Harry's years with the Dursley's. At the end of that year, he watched Harry lying in the hospital wing after being attacked by Voldemorts spirit. He was determined to keep him safe and still he thought the best place was the Dursley's home.
Now, the family was dead. He knew that Harry would never tell anyone that he was in pain over their deaths or that he was truly scared of what was to come. He knew that boy to well.
He wondered if anyone would ever understand the "famous Harry Potter"; if they would learn that he too, is a person, a kid at that. He wondered if ever Harry Potter would be accepted into society as just that, as just Harry James Potter. With that thought, Dumbledore stuck his wand into the pensieve and was sucked into the memory of Harry's first year.