A week later, Harry took a long drink from a sippy cup, and then Hyacinth placed it back on the table. The moment she set it down, it exploded, and so did part of the table.

Harry started screaming, while Hyacinth froze, and Petunia and Vernon looked at her in horror.

That had been a complete accident. Unlike most accidently magic, it didn't seem like anything had triggered it.

Vernon and Petunia started talking, but Hyacinth couldn't process what they were saying. Suddenly, Petunia snatched Harry off of Hyacinth. Vernon picked up Hyacinth.

Harry was held, tightly, in Petunia's arms. His knee was bloody, and he was crying hysterically, and he was reaching toward Hyacinth.

Vernon carried Hyacinth to the cupboard, under the stairs. He opened it, tossed her in, and slammed it shut.

Hyacinth had the worst freak out she'd ever had, and then everything went black.

Hyacinth awoke, lying in a bed, in a large and unfamiliar white room. She slowly sat up.

Harry was reaching toward her. "Mummy," he cried.

Sitting on a chair, holding Harry on his lap, watching Hyacinth, was a large man. "You two are safe now," he said. He paused. ""Do yeh wan' Harry?"

Hyacinth shook her head, clutching her hands into tight fists. Harry being held by someone so large scared her, but the idea of her holding him scared her even more. "I'm so sorry, Harry," she cried, as the tears started to come.

"It's alright," the man said. "His injury has already healed. You're not goin' ter have another explosion, like tha', so soon."

Hyacinth held her arms out, and nodded. The man set Harry on her lap.

"Mummy," Harry said, as he leaned into her. He spread his arms across her chest.

She wrapped her arms around him. Still crying, she looked down and kissed him on the forehead.

"I'm Rebus Hagrid. I'm the keeper o' keys an' grounds, an' the gamekeeper, here at Hogwarts."

Hyacinth listened, but didn't look at him. "How-how did …" she asked, still looking down at Harry.

"Petunia sent a letter ter the Hogwarts postal address," he explained. "Since that's not a real address, an' 's fer emergencies, there's an enchantment tha' makes all letters sent ter tha' address magically appear on the headmaster's desk shortly after they are mailed.

"The letter said ter take yeh two away, so Dumbledore did. Since yeh live close ter Mrs. Figg, he traveled ter her fireplace, with flue power, an' walked ter your house an' got yeh two. He brought yeh two here, ter the Hogwarts hospital wing. He then went back ter read your sister's mind."

Hyacinth was confused. People's minds weren't printed words, so she wasn't sure how they could be read. She also didn't know why flue powder would work in Mrs. Figg's fireplace and not the Dursley's.

She didn't ask about this. She wasn't sure if she could get that many words out. Strangers always made her nervous, but Mr. Hagrid made her more nervous than most. She did not used to be afraid of large people, but she was now.

A gray-breaded wizard soon approached.

"Hyacinth is awake," Hagrid said. "She was worried she would hurt Harry, but I assured her tha' she wouldn't have another explosion so soon.

"Harry kept asking fer his mummy. At firs' I thought he was asking fer Lily, but now it's clear tha' he was asking fer little Hyacinth."

Hyacinth was surprised to be called that. She was little enough that Petunia could easily shove her to the ground, and she suspect that Hagrid could seriously hurt her. Still, Harry was the little one.

"That does not surprise me," Dumbledore said. He looked to Hyacinth. "I'm so sorry, Hyacinth. I have made a terrible mistake. I didn't know that your magic was a secret from Petunia. If I had, I never would have mentioned it in the letter."

He looked back at Hagrid. "I mentioned that, if orphaned, Harry was to be raised alongside Lily's witch sister. Petunia didn't know that Hyacinth was a witch until reading the letter. Hyacinth had been hiding it. She had been told that Petunia wouldn't love her anymore, if she found out, and that's exactly what happened."

Hagrid gasped.

"And Hyacinth, wizards and witches can commit murder, but so can muggles. Magic is not dangerous, unless you try to keep it all inside. If you do that, it can cause explosions, at seemingly random times."

Hyacinth looked down. "So," she said, slowly, "it was completely my fault that Harry got hurt." She already suspected that, but it was extra clear now.

"You didn't know, and it was an easily fixable injury. He's already healed. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You're only nine-years-old."

He paused, and turned to Hagrid. "Petunia put her in charge of Harry, and then Harry started calling her Mummy. Petunia wanted them to be miserable, and she knew that Hyacinth would believe whatever she said. She accused Hyacinth of stealing Lily's place in Harry's life, and told her that Lily would hate her."

Hagrid gasped. "She did not."

"I-I did," Hyacinth said, presuming Hagrid meant her.

"Hyacinth, if Harry were your son, and you died, how would you feel if another girl started taking care of him?" Dumbledore asked.

Hyacinth paused. She had never thought about that. "I would be happy that someone was taking care of him."

"Even if he started calling her Mummy?"

She nodded, and then wondered how she had never thought of it like that before.

"Do you understand now?"

She nodded, "but I'm not even a good Mummy. Sometimes, when I should be paying attention to him, I'll just start freaking out. Afterwards, he'll be sad, but calmly, watching me, like he's trying to be strong for me, and then he'll try to comfort me. Sometimes I have nightmares, and I'll accidently wake him up, and then he'll try to comfort me. He's much better behaved for me, then Dudley is for Petunia, probably because he's worried I'll freak out if he's not."

"You are a traumatized child, and you are way too hard on yourself. Also, the behavior thing sounds like you're a better Mummy then Petunia."

"Petunia's a great Mummy, and Harry throws a tantrum for her, when I leave for school." It really hurt that Hyacinth wasn't allowed to comfort him, but she was relived when Petunia said she ignored him and didn't punish him.

"Well Dudley takes Petunia for granted, and Petunia treats Harry like he's unimportant." He paused. "I'm really sorry I didn't get you and Harry out sooner. I knew Petunia and Lily didn't have a good relationship, but I never suspected she'd be so awful."

"It's not Petunia's fault. Both of her sister's have magic, and she doesn't. That must really hurt, and so would her entire family being murdered."

"Petunia's entire family was not murdered. She had a husband, and son, and you. You're the one whose entire family was murdered, except for the big sister who decided not to be your big sister anymore."

Hyacinth looked down at Harry, who had fallen asleep, on her lap, thinking that her entire family wasn't murdered. She had Harry.

"Lily must be very grateful to you. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

A woman approached. "She should really get some rest."

"She's right. Goodnight, Miss Evans."

"Goodnight," Hyacinth said. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm just correcting my own mistake."

Hagrid reached for Harry.

Hyacinth put an arm around him, blocking him from Hagrid. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Moving 'im ter his own bed."

"He sleeps with me," Hyacinth said, firmly.

"Alright," he said, backing away.

They all said goodnight, and the men left.

Hyacinth turned to the women. "I'm not allowed to go to bed until I've changed Harry, and used the toilet, but I don't know where the bathroom is, or if there are even any nappies."

"I've already changed him, and I can show you where the bathroom is."