Meant to be

by vedakshu2006

Harry's abuse by the Dursleys unlocks new powers. He meets Ginny before his first year and they face challenges together. Harry is powerful, intelligent, and resourceful, using his abilities to protect himself and Ginny. Together, they face challenges and grow stronger. A romantic and adventurous tale that explores the depth of their relationship. Hinny Forever ! No Bashing.

13. Chapter 13 - My Grandma

Disclaimer: I only own the plot , if any text from original source is used then they would belong to one and only J.K. Rowling. Hope You Like it.

After breaking the hug, Harry took a deep breath and began to recount his day at Diagon Alley. "It was amazing, Mrs. Tucker," he said, his eyes shining with excitement. "I first met Hagrid, and he took me to Gringotts to get my inheritance."

"I made friends with the Goblins there," Harry continued. "They were so kind to me. And then I went to Madam Malkin's to get my robes, and that's where I met Draco Malfoy."

"Ugh, he's a horrible boy," Mrs. Tucker said, her face scrunched up in distaste.

"Yeah, I know," Harry agreed. "But anyway, I also got this amazing trunk, it's got seven posters and it's so cool!"

"And then I went to Ollivander's to get my wand," Harry said, his eyes wide with wonder. "It's made of holly, and it's got a phoenix feather core. But the weird thing is, it's connected to Voldemort's wand somehow."

Mrs. Tucker's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

"Well, Mr. Ollivander said that our wands are like brothers, they're connected somehow," Harry explained. "It's a bit scary, to be honest."

Mrs. Tucker nodded, her face serious. "Yes, it is scary, Harry. But you're not alone, okay? You've got me, and Hagrid, and all your new friends at Hogwarts. We'll face whatever comes your way together."

As they continued their conversation, Harry's face turned bright red as he began to talk about Ginny. "I met this girl, Mrs. Tucker," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Her name is Ginny, and she's got long, curly red hair and bright brown eyes. She's really pretty, and I couldn't help but notice her."

Mrs. Tucker smiled knowingly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Go on, Harry," she said, her voice encouraging.

Harry took a deep breath before continuing. "Well, she was lost, and I helped her find her way. We started talking, and I realized we had a lot in common. We both love Quidditch, and we both have a passion for magic."

As Harry spoke, Mrs. Tucker's smile grew wider. She could see the infatuation in Harry's eyes, and she knew he was smitten.

"I felt something in my heart and stomach when I was around her," Harry admitted, his face growing even redder. "I don't know what it was, but it felt weird."

Mrs. Tucker chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, Harry, you're so adorable when you're trying to describe your feelings," she said, her voice teasing.

Harry looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice laced with innocence.

Mrs. Tucker just laughed, her eyes never leaving Harry's face. "Never mind, dear," she said. "Just enjoy the feeling, and see where it takes you."

As they continued talking, Harry couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he thought about Ginny. He knew he had to see her again, and he couldn't wait to find out what the future held for them.

As they continued their conversation, Mrs. Tucker's expression turned serious. "Harry, I wanted to announce something to you, but I'll only do it if you tell me one thing," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

"What is it?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I want to know about your life at the Dursleys'," Mrs. Tucker said, her eyes locked on Harry's face.

Harry's expression changed in an instant. His eyes dropped, and his face fell. He looked hesitant, unsure of how to share his painful past. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips pursed, as if he was trying to hold back a flood of emotions.

Mrs. Tucker's face softened as she saw the look on Harry's face. Her eyes filled with compassion, and her voice became even gentler. "It's okay, Harry. You don't have to if you don't want to."

But Harry took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was horrible," he said, his eyes still downcast. "I had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs until last week. I had to do all the work in the house. They called me a freak, said I was worthless."

Mrs. Tucker's face contorted in anguish as she listened to Harry's words. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice cracked with emotion. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry," she whispered. "You deserved so much better than that."

Harry's voice broke as he continued to speak. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Mrs. Tucker. I'm sorry I lied to you. I was ashamed, I guess."

Mrs. Tucker's expression turned stern, but her voice remained gentle. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Harry. You were a victim of circumstance. But I'm glad you told me now."

As they continued their conversation, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that had been weighing on him. He had told Mrs. Tucker about his life at the Dursleys', but he hadn't told her everything. He hadn't told her about the physical abuse, the beatings, and the constant belittling. He hadn't told her because he didn't want to worry her, didn't want to burden her with his problems.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Mrs. Tucker said, her voice filled with compassion. "You've been through so much. I had no idea."

Harry's eyes dropped, his face flushing with guilt. "It's okay, Mrs. Tucker," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to worry you."

But Mrs. Tucker's expression turned stern. "Harry, you should have told me," she said. "I'm your friend, your confidante. I'm here to help you, to support you."

Harry felt a pang of regret, knowing he should have been honest with her from the start. But he had been afraid, afraid of being pitied, afraid of being seen as weak.

"I know, Mrs. Tucker," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I was just trying to protect you, I guess."

Mrs. Tucker's face softened, her eyes filling with understanding. "Oh, Harry," she said. "You don't have to protect me. I'm here to protect you, to help you through this."

As Mrs. Tucker listened to Harry's story, her face contorted in anguish. She felt a deep sense of sorrow and regret, knowing that she had been unaware of the extent of Harry's suffering. She had always known that the Dursleys were not kind to Harry, but she had no idea it was this bad.

She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, knowing that she could have done more to help Harry. She had always tried to be a source of comfort and support for him, but she realized now that she had not done enough.

"I should have done more," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should have been there for you more."

Harry's story had awakened a deep sense of maternal instinct in her. She felt a strong desire to protect him, to shield him from further harm.

"You're safe now, Harry," she said, her voice filled with determination. "You're safe, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never have to go through that again."

Harry was deeply moved by Mrs. Tucker's concern for him. He could see the genuine worry and care in her eyes, and it touched his heart. But he didn't want her to worry, so he tried to reassure her.

"Please don't worry, Mrs. Tucker," he said. "I'll be okay. I've been living with them for years, and I can handle it."

But Mrs. Tucker was not convinced. "Why do you still want to go back there, Harry?" she asked. "They don't deserve you. They've treated you so badly."

Harry took a deep breath before answering. "They may not love me, Mrs. Tucker, but I love them. They're my family, no matter what. And I have my friends there too - the spiders, birds, insects, frogs, and my plants. They're all I have left of my parents."

Mrs. Tucker was taken aback by Harry's words. She had never seen a young boy show such maturity and understanding before.

"I know they're wrong, Mrs. Tucker," Harry continued. "But I don't want to punish them. I just want to live my life and be happy. Please don't take any legal action yet. I can handle it."

Mrs. Tucker was moved by Harry's words. She had not known about the extent of the abuse, still she was reluctant to agree to his request, only if she knew!!. But she saw the determination in his eyes and knew she had to respect his wishes.

"Okay, Harry," she said finally. "I won't take any action yet. But promise me you'll come to me if things get too bad."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "I promise, Mrs. Tucker. Thank you for understanding."

Harry's mind was racing with thoughts of what could go wrong if he returned to the Dursleys'. He had promised Mrs. Tucker that he would go back, but now he was having second thoughts. Just as he was about to express his concerns, he remembered that Mrs. Tucker had been about to announce something before he had told her about his life at the Dursleys'.

"What were you going to announce, Mrs. Tucker?" Harry asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Mrs. Tucker's face lit up with a warm smile. "I was going to tell you that I want to make you my heir, Harry," she said. "Not just my personal heir, but the heir of Fawcett and indeed the House of Silvermist."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. He had never expected this. "Your heir?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Tucker nodded. "Yes, Harry. I've already spoken to my manager, Gripnick, at Gringotts, and everything is in place. The only thing left to do is a blood test, which I'm sure you'll pass with flying colors. You see, all pureblood families are interrelated at some point, and I'm confident that you'll be found to be a distant relative of the Silvermists."

Harry's mind was reeling with the implications. He had never thought that he would be considered for such an honor. "But why me?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Mrs. Tucker's eyes shone with tears. "Because, Harry, you deserve it. You're a good person, and you've been through so much. I want to give you the chance to start anew, to leave your past behind and forge a new future. And above all I love you as a grandson and this is my way to show it. "

Harry was overwhelmed with emotions as he processed Mrs. Tucker's words. He couldn't believe that she wanted to make him her heir, that she considered him to be a part of her family. He felt a lump form in his throat as he thought about how much she must care for him, how much she must think of him as her own.

"You really consider me as your grandson, don't you?" Harry asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

Mrs. Tucker nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "Of course, Harry. I've always thought of you as my own."

Harry's eyes welled up with tears as he processed this revelation. He had always felt a deep connection to Mrs. Tucker, but he had never realized that she felt the same way.

"I look upon you as a grandmother, too," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're the only one who's ever really cared for me, who's ever really loved me."

Mrs. Tucker's face lit up with a warm smile. "Oh, Harry, I love you like my own flesh and blood," she said. "You're the grandson I never had, and I'm so proud of the young man you're becoming."

Harry felt a wave of emotion wash over him as he hugged Mrs. Tucker tightly. He knew that he had found a true family in her, a true home. And he knew that he would never let her down.

Harry pulled back from the hug, a excited look on his face. "I was planning to go to Diagon Alley again tomorrow, Mrs. Tucker," he said. "I need to buy some more things for school and I also need to go to Gringotts to sort out some things with my account."

Mrs. Tucker's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, what do you need to buy?" she asked.

"Just some more robes and books," Harry replied. "And I also need to go to Gringotts to talk to Griphook about my account. He's been helping me sort out my inheritance."

Mrs. Tucker nodded. "That sounds like a good plan," she said. "But how were you planning on getting to Diagon Alley?"

Harry grinned. "I was going to take the Knight Bus," he said. "I've never been on it before, but I've heard it's a great way to get around."

Mrs. Tucker's eyes widened in surprise. "The Knight Bus? Harry, are you sure that's a good idea? It's not exactly the most... conventional mode of transportation."

Harry laughed. "I know, but I'm excited to try it," he said. "And it's not like I have a lot of other options. I don't have a car and I don't think I can Apparate that far yet just on accidental magic."

Harry's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued to share his plans with Mrs. Tucker. "And after I'm done in Diagon Alley, I was thinking of doing some shopping in Muggle London," he said.

Mrs. Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Muggle London? What do you want to buy there?"

Harry's face lit up with a wide grin. "Everything! Books, clothes, shoes... I've never bought anything like that firsthand before. I've always had to rely on the Dursleys to get me what I need, and they never got me anything I actually wanted."

Mrs. Tucker chuckled. "Well, I suppose you deserve a bit of retail therapy, then. Just be careful, Harry. Muggle London can be a bit overwhelming, especially for a young wizard who's not used to it."

Harry nodded eagerly. "I will, Mrs. Tucker. I promise. I just want to experience what it's like to buy something for myself, without anyone else's help. It's a big deal for me."

Mrs. Tucker smiled warmly. "I know it is, Harry. And I'm proud of you for taking the initiative. Just remember to stay safe and have fun!"

Mrs. Tucker's eyes suddenly sparkled with an idea. "Harry, I've got a thought," she said. "Why don't we do the heirship paperwork tomorrow, and I can accompany you on your shopping trip?"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? You'd do that?"

Mrs. Tucker nodded. "Of course, dear. I'd love to spend the day with you. And it will be much more efficient to get the paperwork done tomorrow, rather than waiting."

Harry couldn't believe his luck. "That's amazing!" he exclaimed. "I was just thinking about how much work it would be to do everything on my own, and now you're offering to help me?"

Mrs. Tucker smiled. "That's what family is for, Harry. Now, let's make a plan for tomorrow. We'll go to Gringotts, get the paperwork done, and then head out for some shopping."

Harry couldn't help but rebuke himself for not thinking of this solution earlier. "I should have thought of that," he said, shaking his head. "You're a genius, Mrs. Tucker!"

Mrs. Tucker chuckled. "Just call me Grandma, dear. We're family now, after all."

Harry thought for a moment before speaking up. "Actually, Grandma, I was thinking... maybe we could take the Knight Bus on the way back?"

Grandma raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why's that, dear?"

Harry's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I've always wanted to ride on the Knight Bus! It looks like so much fun. And it would be a great adventure to end our day."

Grandma couldn't resist Harry's enthusiasm. "Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. We can Apparate to Diagon Alley with Twinky and Dimpy's help, and then take the Knight Bus back."

Harry grinned, thrilled that Grandma had agreed. "Thanks, Grandma! You're the best!"

Grandma smiled, her heart full of love for her new grandson. "Anything for you, dear. Now, let's go make the necessary arrangements with Twinky and Dimpy."

As they went to find the house elves, Harry turned to Grandma with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Grandma, I'm really glad we're doing this. It's going to be an amazing day!"

Grandma chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "I'm glad you're excited, dear. But don't get too carried away. We don't want any... mishaps."

Grandma smiled and called out, "Twinky! Dimpy! We need your help, please!"

There was a sudden pop sound, and two small creatures appeared before them. Harry's eyes widened in amazement as he took in the sight of the house elves.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed. "They're... they're house elves!"

Grandma nodded. "Yes, dear. Twinky and Dimpy have been with the House of Silvermist for generations. They're loyal and hardworking."

Twinky and Dimpy bowed low, their eyes shining with a warm light. They were small, no bigger than Harry's waist, with delicate features and mischievous grins.

"We're at your service, ma'am," Twinky said, his voice squeaking with excitement.

"Yes, ma'am," Dimpy added. "We'll help you Apparate to Diagon Alley and make sure everything goes smoothly."

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He had never seen house elves before, and he was fascinated by their tiny size and quick movements.

"Amazing!" Harry breathed. "I've never seen anything like it!"

Grandma chuckled. "Well, dear, you'll get used to it. Twinky and Dimpy are part of the family."

Twinky and Dimpy, the twin house elves, were dressed in their traditional uniform of the House of Silvermist. They wore tiny white shirts with billowy sleeves, paired with black pants and a silver crest embroidered on their chest. The crest featured a stylized letter "S" surrounded by intricate patterns, symbolizing their loyalty to the House of Silvermist. Their outfits were immaculate, with not a single wrinkle or crease.

Twinky, the more mischievous of the two, had a few strands of hair sticking out from under his cap, giving him a perpetually tousled look. His eyes sparkled with a playful glint, and he couldn't help but grin whenever he looked at Harry.

Dimpy, on the other hand, was the more serious and reserved twin. His hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and a nose that twitched with excitement whenever he sensed something tasty. He had a bit of a scowl on his face, but it was clear that it was just a facade, hiding a kind and gentle soul.

"Twinky's the prankster, and Dimpy's the chef," Grandma explained, chuckling. "They're both incredibly talented in their own ways."

"Oi, watch it, ma'am!" Twinky said, winking at Harry. "I'm a skilled Apparator, too!"

Dimpy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Yes, and I'm the one who keeps him out of trouble."

Harry laughed, delighted by the banter between the twins. "I think I'm going to like having you two around," he said, grinning.

Grandma turned to Twinky and Dimpy, her expression serious. "I want to explain something to you both," she said. "As you know, Harry is a very special young man. He's the son of James and Lily Potter, and he's the last living heir of the Potter family."

Twinky and Dimpy nodded, their eyes wide with interest.

"I've decided to make Harry my heir," Grandma continued. "I want him to inherit the House of Silvermist, and all its traditions and responsibilities."

Twinky's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ooh, congratulations, Harry!"

Dimpy nodded solemnly. "Yes, sir. We'll make sure to support you every step of the way."

Grandma smiled. "I know I can count on you both. But I want to make it official, with a blood test and a formal ceremony. That way, there can be no doubt about Harry's status as my heir."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "A blood test?"

Grandma nodded. "Yes, dear. It's a simple procedure, but it's necessary to confirm your heritage. And then, we'll have a ceremony to formally declare you as my heir."

Twinky and Dimpy bid their farewells, leaving Harry and Grandma alone once again. As the silence fell, Harry's curiosity got the better of him.

"Grandma, I've been wondering... what's the connection between the Fawcetts and the Silvermists?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers.

Grandma's expression turned nostalgic, her eyes gazing into the past. "Ah, dear, the Silvermists were an ancient pureblood family, renowned for their magical prowess and noble lineage. However, the family became paternally extinct, meaning there were no more male Silvermists to carry on the name."

Harry's brow furrowed in understanding. "So, they married into the Fawcett family?"

Grandma nodded, her voice filled with a hint of sadness. "Yes, dear. The Silvermist name and legacy were passed down through the Fawcett family, who have honored the traditions and values of their ancestors."

Harry's mind reeled as he processed this new information. "I see," he said slowly. "So, I'm not just a Fawcett, I'm also a Silvermist?"

Grandma's eyes sparkled with pride. "Yes, dear. And more than that. You are the heir of your own family, the Potters, and their predecessors by blood. And through me, you are also the heir of both the Fawcetts and the Silvermists."

Harry's eyes widened in awe. "I'm the heir of three families?"

Grandma smiled. "Yes, dear. You are the last living heir of the Potters, and the chosen heir of the Fawcetts and Silvermists. You have a great legacy to uphold."

As Grandma finished explaining, she noticed Harry's curious expression, indicating he still had more questions. However, she glanced at the time and said, "Oh dear, it's getting late! You should head home, Harry. The Dursleys won't be happy if you're late."

Harry nodded reluctantly, knowing she was right. He gathered his belongings, and Hedwig, sensing it was time to leave, fluttered onto his shoulder. As he turned to leave, he waved goodbye to Grandma, who smiled warmly.

As Harry stepped out of the library, he felt a mix of emotions. He was excited to have learned more about his family's history and his own legacy, but he was also apprehensive about returning to the Dursleys. He dreaded facing their cruelty and neglect, but he knew he had to endure it for now.

With Hedwig perched on his shoulder, Harry trudged towards the Dursleys' home, feeling a sense of resignation wash over him. He wondered when he would be able to leave their miserable world behind and start his new life as the heir of the Potters, Fawcetts, and Silvermists.

A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. So now Harry will become heir of three families at least , no worries there as Harry will manage the responsibilities properly. I hope you will think it as too much because there is so much to come and be revealed. Also basically Fawcetts and Silvermists are same . And yes from now on Mrs Tucker will be known as Grandma .Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!