Chapter Four: The Plans

Author's Note: Hi all, sorry for the late post! I want to thank Rachel, one of my readers that pointed out one of my mistakes in the other chapter. I am terrible sorry for this. I hadn't even noticed or even considered this. Her words, "Google wasn't established until 1998 and if Harry is only a young boy, born in 1980, it would be impossible for Arthur to do a Google search. Furthermore, wizards would not use Muggle technology such as computers; many examples in the books will prove their confusion for the technology." I didn't even realize the mistake! Haha. My bad. I'll do my best to not let it happen again. Thanks again Rachel! C:

However, Arthur's true identity on this story has yet to be revealed so his computer skills are rather mediocre. To conclude the last mistake pointed out, I suppose I forgot to mention of failed to read in the series whether or not if James and Lilly's death were at all recognized by the Muggle community at all. I wasn't necessarily saying that it was witches and wizards that wrote the article, but the detective agency of the Muggling world. Other than that, I have to admit that it is my fault for not making that clear. Last chapter was not my best; in fact, I felt it was rather rushed.

I realized I uploaded this earlier saying it was a Christmas special, but I lied! Ha, It was going to be a Christmas special but halfway through the 3 page, I realized it was crap and deleted it. Heh, sorry for any confusion.

Disclaimer: I own nothing C:

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Everything. Why was it everything never went exactly how Arthur planned it to? When he wrote the letter and put it in the envelope he expected a rather quick reply. He was not asking of much, after all, it was this guy who dumped a baby on his door step! He just needed some written proof that he wasn't going insane and that where Harry had come from, it was normal to see them.

Since the night he saw what Harry could see; Arthur's attitude changed in a rather rapid pace. He could now admit, rather shamefully that in the beginning he was angry at Harry for coming into his home and taking the only thing that made him special. Afterwards, chaos.

The need for answers came to him extremely quickly. He was willing to try anything. He just couldn't bring himself to write another letter and was rather surprised that the first one has disappeared. Arthur was sort of, what one would call, afraid to check the envelope.

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"Dude, I like, totally forgive you man!"

"Alfred, I did not invite you over to forgive you," Arthur huffed. "Actually, I didn't bloody invite you over at all. I just want my car."

"Aw! Come on Artie!" Alfred laughed, trying his best to look hurt. He plucked Harry off the floor and threw him into the air. It wasn't until he almost didn't catch the boy did he realize it probably wasn't a good idea.

Arthur snatched Harry from Alfred. "What is wrong with you, you bloody wanker?" Arthur huffed and examined Harry to make sure he wasn't suffering from some sort of wipe slash. "Are you alright?"

"Mhm," Harry nodded, still slightly startled by the quick sudden movements. "I okay."

"Good," Arthur smiled before turning towards Alfred once more with a stern expression. "Be more careful when you come into my home. He's hardy but he isn't made of stone."

"Oh chill-ax Artie!" Alfred laughed obnoxiously, patting his older brother on the back several times. Arthur wondered if Alfred knew exactly how hard he was hitting him and was sure that there would be several red marks if not welts on his back. "I'm a hero after all! And heroes never let people get hurt!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Now if you'd please give me my car keys, I have places to go after all."

"Oh, Such as?"

"I am not entitled to tell you anything about my personal life Al," England scowled. "But if you absolutely must know every little detail to my life then I guess I have no other choice but to te-."

"Not true," Alfred interrupted, taking Arthur's keys from his pocket. "You could not tell me and I could force you to the floor in a super-cool, super-awesome head lock that I invented with my amazing heroic abilities!"

"Oh piss off!" Arthur snatched the keys from Alfred's hands. He had to admit, he was rather grumpy but it wasn't entirely his fault. Alfred defiantly added to the mix after all. "I'm going to lunch is all, not exactly a particularly special event."

Alfred raised an eyebrow, looking at his brother then to his nephew that seemed to have his eyes fixed on his the strips of hair above his eyes and glasses. Alfred figured that because he is with Arthur 24- 7, groomed eyebrows such as his heroic ones must be such a foreign thing to Harry. "Just you and Harry?"

"No, not just Harry and I," Arthur turned away, almost as if he was trying to hide a blush. "I'm seeing an old 'friend' for lunch. Somehow the git found out about Harry and is demanding to meet him. I wouldn't go if it wasn't for the free lunch."

Alfred laughed. "Going to get good food into Harry's tummy for once?" Alfred realized that probably wasn't the best thing to say and quickly covered up his question with another. "So, uh, do I know this old 'friend' of yours?"

"You might know him…"

"Does him have a name?"

"Merlin's beard, Alfred! Must you know everything?" Arthur pocketed his keys, still holding onto to Harry with his free arm. "Why does it matter who I'm having lunch with?"

Harry watched him put his keys in his pocket and decided to do Arthur a favor by retrieving them once again. "We eat?"

"Yes Harry, we'll eat soon but I don't need my keys right now so put them back into Dad's pocket, okay." Harry nodded, dropping the keys into his father's pocket before going back to admire Alfred's odd eyebrows.

"Well sorry for wanting to know whereabouts of my nephew," Alfred rejoined the conversation. "Not to mention with a stranger I don't know. What if he gets you drunk Arthur, then what?"

"For God sake Alfred, it's the morning. I wouldn't drink even if I wanted to." Arthur bounced Harry to get a better grip on him. "Besides, you may know him. Now do me a favor and hand me Harry's diaper bag."

"Really?" Alfred went over to the couch and picked up the dark blue bag, giving it to Arthur. "What's his name? Might jog my memory if I do know him."

"No happening." Arthur bent over, returning Harry to the floor before going into the kitchen. Naturally, Harry followed Arthur.

"Tell me tell me tell me!" Alfred demanded, also following Arthur into the kitchen.

"If I do, will you leave me be?"

"Sure."

Arthur sighed. He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and retrieved the milk from the fridge. He knew that Harry was well over the age of needing milk as part of his diet, but it soothed him not to mention helps him go to sleep, which in Arthur's book, is a life saver.

"What is his name?" Alfred demanded again, once more picking the completely clueless Harry from his father's feet.

"No!" Harry fused and squirmed wanting to go back onto the floor, or better yet, be close the Arthur again.

"Calm down Harry," Arthur told the boy while snapping the bottle lib onto its bottle before shoving it into the diaper bag and making another, just in case. "His names Francis…"

"Like, as in Francis Bonnefoy culinary genius and your arch enemy?" Alfred snickered before adding, "Not to mention your ex?"

"Sh-shut up Al!" Arthur blushed. "It's not like that anymore… We're just friends I guess…"

Alfred laughed. "Arthur and Francis sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love then comes marriage then comes Harry in a rocking carriage!"

Arthur blushed deeper before throwing the closest thing to him at Alfred. It just so happened to be a spoon that grazed the top of Alfred's head. Neither the less, he was completely unharmed.

"Well, Arthur. In your case, Harry came before marriage completely unplanned or at least untold about," Alfred chuckled. "Not to mention adopted, but there isn't anything wrong with being adopted, right?"

"No," Arthur stated rather coolly. "There isn't. Harry is just as much my son as that Dudley lad is Mr. and Mrs. Dursley."

The Dursleys were Arthur neighbors and, of course, two people he hated. Arthur did his best to be a perfect English gentleman which meant not allowing his hatred for them ever result into something violent. In fact, he would have not had a problem with the Dursleys if it wasn't for the day where he thought he'd come up with a wonderful idea.

When Arthur thought was a perfect plan turned out to be a terrible mistake. He had once saw the Dudley, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, playing out front. He was a rather chubby boy that looked well fed and it occurred to Arthur that he did not look to much older than Harry.

Alas, an idea was born. Harry and Dudley could play. After all, Arthur did live in a rather "elderly" neighborhood and the chance of finding another child was very scarce. Arthur didn't count on them being complete jerks which then resulted in Mr. and Mrs. Dursley not seeing the genius in Arthur's plan.

All in All, the day ended with the demand of Arthur getting off their property and a door slammed angrily into his face. He couldn't lie; Arthur wished he could barge into their home and knock the living day lights out of the lot of them. Hell, Arthur still wanted to and there is no shame in wishful thinking.

"So, when is this lunch date?" Alfred asked.

"I have to leave now if I want to look goo—I mean, get there on time."

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Author's Note: I am surprisingly happy with how this chapter turned out. It did, after all, take me about a week to write. I erased then rewrote then erased again! It was hell, but I was worth it. Next chapter will have Francis in it, and therefore, be rather fun to write!

Tell me what you think: Did you catch any slipups (Thanks again Rachel!)? What would you like to see? Would you like to see Arthur and Francis having a pinch of interest in one another?