last chapter in the triple update.

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Harry had settled in nicely with the Northerns, Diana felt so happy about that. He talked a lot, it's the first thing they noticed, the second thing being he loves treacle tart, Diana made sure they had it for dessert at least three times a week. He loves playing with the boys, though Daniel and Lucas went back to Hogwarts two weeks into staying at home, they still sent him letters, Eniz too, and Diana just loved seeing his face light up whenever there was another letter from them. He enjoyed sitting with Christian in his study, sometimes Christian would indulge him and talk to him about an ongoing case that the firm were working on, Harry couldn't understand a thing but he would still listen attentively, sometimes they would just sit in comfortable silence and Harry would still love that too.

In the evenings, Diana would take Harry and the boys out. They would walk barefoot on the cool sand of the beach that surrounded the house. The five of them would make sand castles while Diana watched them, or Harry would come sit with her, and she would entertain him with stories about magic and Hogwarts.

During the day while the boys are at primary school, Diana would teach Harry handwriting, English (both American and British), potions, and math while Christian would teach him History, history of magic, Italian, Arabic, and French. It's practically the same thing they taught the other boys before they reached the age to attend primary school.

It wasn't always sunshine and butterflies. Some days, Harry would be so withdrawn and silent that it would be hard to find the happy, cheerful four-year-old in him. There were times when he expected to be yelled at or starved when he did something wrong, and when that didn't happen, he cried and didn't leave his room. Those days were hard, but with Harry seeing a mind healer and a Muggle child counselor, they were going to help him work through his trauma.

Diana and Christian knew it would be one of Harry's bad days when an ear-piercing scream tore through the house in the early hours of Saturday.

The two were out of bed and out of their room faster than anyone could say quidditch. Harry's room was on the same floor as theirs, but even with their room being the closest to Harry's, they were already four snow-white-haired boys in the room when they entered.

"He's not here." Theon panicked. Quinn was checking in the toilet while Royalty and Theron checked the walk-in closet, but Diana, even without looking, already knew where he was.

She sighed and turned to look at her husband; he understood immediately.

"Come on, boys," he turned to his sons. "Come on, let's go. Your mum will handle this."

"But Harry," Royalty protested.

"We need to find him." Quinn added.

Despite the situation, Diana couldn't help but smile. Her sons had fully taken Harry as one of their own, and just seeing how much they cared for him always made her very happy.

"Your mother will take care of it."

They didn't look convinced.

Diana sighed. "You all go wait in Theon's room. I'll find him and talk to him, then I'll bring him to you guys."

They still didn't look happy about it, but they relented and followed their father out of the room.

Once Diana was sure they were no longer within hearing range, she sat down, crossing her legs on the floor.

"Harry," she called softly. "Come on out."

There was nothing.

"Please Harry."

A few minutes passed, then a mop of black hair popped out from under the bed. Diana smiled.

"Come here, Harry."

He didn't need to be told twice and immediately ran to Diana, making himself comfortable on her chest.

"Another nightmare?"

A nod.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

Harry pulled out a bit and looked up at her, his eyes red.

"It was the same one." He said then went back to burrowing into Diana's chest.

"Hmm." Diana hummed combing her fingers through his hair.

Lately, Harry has been having the same recurring dream about the night his parents were killed. The first time it happened, Diana was horrified.

"Do you want to go to Theon's room? Everyone is there."

Harry nodded against her chest but didn't let go of her. Diana picked him up and left the room, going down the hall and upstairs to the fourth floor where the rest of the boys' rooms are.

Everyone's eyes turned to her as soon as she entered the room.

She smiled at her son's relieved face.

"See, I found him."

Diana dropped Harry on his feet and he immediately climbed onto the bed to join them.

She looked at her husband and he nodded, standing up. Both of them left the room.

"Same nightmare?"

Diana nodded. "Same nightmare."

She sighed. "It's time I go pay him a visit. Harry needs to know the truth when the time comes, and he starts asking questions that we don't have answers to. He's probably the only person that has the answers for him, plus I think it'll be good for him to have somebody from the life he was supposed to have close to him. I want the best for Harry."

Christian nodded. "If that's how you feel, then I'll talk to my PI. He doesn't know much, but he knows there's a possibility we'll find him, even though he doesn't seem to want to be found."

Diana shook her head in sympathy. "After everything that happened, I don't blame him."

Diana turned and looked back at her boys, they were all sleeping now.

Christian wrapped his hand around her and she leaned into him.

"Don't worry dear, he's going to be fine."

Diana sighed. "I hope so

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