Tobias: What kind of help is Aeneas here for? Men in white coats help?

Wulfric: Hell no, you know I'm scared of those people.

Aeneas: Master Wulfric here is your tea, anything else?

Wulfric : No thank you Aeneas.

Tobias: Jeez.. while Wulfric drinks her tea, I am going to take this time to tell you all.. She does NOT own Harry Potter. Though I do hear her pray she did daily.

Wulfric : Oh shut it Tobias! I don't pray.. daily that is..

Harry walked the entire distance to the Headmaster's Office in little over five minutes. He had learned early on, that it was not good to keep his grandfather waiting. After saying the password, Harry went up the spiral steps and opened the door. He had been correct, Albus was waiting for him in the chair by the fire. Taking a deep breath, Harry walked over and sat in the chair beside the old man.

"Ah, Harry m'boy, so nice of you to join me here. Would you like a cup of tea, or perhaps cocoa?" asked Albus.

"No thank you. I was told you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes, I did tell Mr. Weasley that I would be giving you the same punishment, and that includes alerting myself. Now, you know fighting in the corridors is wrong, so I don't feel the need to really lecture you on that, unless you'd like me to."

"That's okay Granddad, " said Harry.

"Alright then, for fighting in the halls, besides your grandmother's detention you will be running errands for me your next free weekend."

"Okay, that sounds fair."

"Now then, onto a question I have for you Harry. Why did you not just stun Mr. Weasley and stop the fight there?" asked Albus looking at his grandson.

"I didn't because I learned at a young age, that truly fighting back made things worse," said Harry as a means of an explanation.

"The Dursley's didn't --"

Harry cut his grandfather off, " Besides a slap or shove here or there, no they did not. My cousin Dudley did though, his favorite sport was 'Harry Hunting'. I cannot tell you the amount of times I spent re-taping my glasses."

Albus pulled Harry over to him and onto his lap. Harry attempted to get up, but Albus had a firm grip on him, so he just decided to stay there.

"I am so sorry m'boy. If I only knew what I know now, things would have been different. You would have grown up here in the castle and you'd have all the family you could ever ask for, " said Albus.

"But Granddad, I do have all the family I could ever ask for," said Harry in a soft voice.

Albus adjusted his hold on his child and hugged him as Harry leaned into his grandfather's chest. Inhaling, he smelled the scents he always connected with his grandfather, lemon and mint. Harry loved his grandfather's hugs because he felt so safe and loved.

Albus looked at the teen in his arms and wished that he would have known these sorts of things that fateful night. He had fallen in love with the boy from the moment he saw him the day he was born. Those green eyes had held such mischief, and he knew there was to be a new Marauder in eleven years, which was confirmed after Harry's first year..

They remained in the comfortable silence until Harry remembered tonight was the night McGonagall usually came and played chess with his grandfather.

"Granddad?"

"Yes m'boy?" said Albus.

"Don't you have a chess game to lose tonight?"

"Ah, I had forgotten, but I am not losing it tonight. Would you like to sit with us tonight and watch me beat Minerva?"

"I'd love to, that is if you could beat her. You don't mind if I stay?" asked Harry.

"Of course not. Remember what I told you, she has to learn to share me," said Albus his eyes twinkling bright.

Minerva arrived a few minutes later, and was happy to have Harry join them by the fire. As usual, her chess pieces ran around the board, finally cornering Dumbledore's king. The scowl on his face was enough to send Minerva and Harry into laughter.

"Oh quit acting like a sullen schoolboy Albus, you played better than you usually do."

Harry broke out into a smile, and then stood up.

"I think it might be time for bed. Goodnight Gram. Goodnight Granddad. I love you both."

Minerva hugged Harry and kissed his forehead murmuring her goodnights. Albus then hugged him tight and kissed the top of his head before murmuring in his ear, " I love you Harry, my pride, my joy."

Harry walked into his room with a small smile, until he remembered the day's events. Within a few short minutes, he was back in the gloomy mood he was in before he had his detention.

He paced his room for over an hour, and after he thought Albus had went to bed, he rolled up his sleeve. Sitting on his bed, he closed his eyes and focused on his magic. He did not want to overdo it again and when he was done, he had three shallow cuts.

Harry was too tired then to even get under the covers or change his clothes. When Albus looked in on him ten minutes later, that's how he found him, asleep on top of everything. He walked over just to check on him when he saw the black of Harry's robes appeared damp along his forearm. Gently Albus pulled the sleeve up and saw the cuts. He cleaned the cuts but did not fully heal them, as that was Harry's choice to make.

Grabbing a pair of Harry's nightclothes, Albus dressed him for bed. After watching him sleep there for another minute, he decided he wasn't leaving him alone, so he picked him up and carried him over to his own room. Laying him on the bed, he tucked him in under the warm covers.

After changing into his own nightclothes, Albus got in beside Harry, and almost chuckled the way Harry decided to fall asleep, was with one hand grasping Albus's beard. Pulling him closer, Albus allowed himself to drift off into sleep, talking about what Harry had done would happen come morning.

a/n : There, chapter 34.. and theres family moments and a small relapse.. just a small one... for now.. and yes that's for one special reviewer.. I'm not sure what all is happening in thirty five yet.. because well I havent put any thoughts at all towards it at all yet.

Wulfric

Tobias: Make me!

Wulfric : You know I will!

(Wulfric slaps a silencing charm on Tobias)

Wulfric : See! I told you I would. Aeneas!

Aeneas: Yes Master?

Wulfric : Could you get me my Gryffindor Pitchfork please?

Aeneas: Of course sir.

Wulfric: Thank you. It's time to gather up from other reviewers..