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A/N I was thinking it would be nice to find a little more about Harry. Two parts, a weekend treat.

Interlude

Part I

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Harry's first two days

Remembering.

Harry's dreams came and went, his body felt hot, and it hurt to breathe.

In one dream, he had been very sick. Uncle Vernon was very mad at him for wetting his pants, and it made him afraid. He couldn't help it; he was very sick and couldn't get up. Earlier Uncle Vernon had hit him with the belt buckle and thrown him against the wall for borrowing one of Dudley's books. He had hit him again and locked him in the dark cupboard.

Maybe this wasn't a dream, he hoped not. He was almost sure that he no longer lived with Aunt Petunia. Remy and Miss Elly had taken him out from the darker cupboard and away from there.

They brought him to a good place and he now lay on a very big something, maybe a bed, it wasn't a cot. Uh huh, it was a bed, maybe like Dudley's but bigger and softer. He had nice, soft Pjs, and was given drinks of water and of something delicious.

The nice lady, the one you couldn't see well, came to this new room. She kissed him and whispered, "There you go, all is well and you are safe and will stay so. I know they will take care of you. Ah, uncle Remus and your godfather are here as well. Rest my son." He thought that the lady was his mommy because she always called him my son.

He was still feeling poorly and not hungry. Regardless, someone fed him warm broth with soft noodles, other times sweet yummy porridge or warm apple sauce. There were many nice people here, they all looked like angels, and maybe also like little dolls, short, with the long ears, and bug eyes.

Dobby, he was so funny, and Mipzy was very nice; and there was the tall scary man who touched his forehead, caressed his hair, and held him tight to his chest when he thought Harry slept, it felt very good. They call him Sederus, and he had often cried for Lily and her son. His mother was Lily, so maybe he was his mommy's friend, or maybe his daddy? Harry liked him, even though he pretended he was mean but he wasn't.

Earlier, he'd felt better, and he'd liked his new two friends, who came to say hello and stayed with him. They were the first friends he eved had, They weren't a dream, they were real. She was Mimi, an angel, but maybe not, she was very pretty and funny. And the boy, Dwaco, she called him Troco or something like that. They slept with him, held his hand, and sat by him when one of the grownups read stories. Dwaco had said his hair was messy and tried to brush it, but it didn't work, then the doptor had said not more of that. When they were with him, he wasn't scared, and the pain wasn't as bad. He wished that he could be with them all the time. They weren't like Dudley who had called him a freak and a dummy, and he'd never wanted to play with him

He really like Dwaco best and wished that his hair was pretty and not messy, and just like Draco's. The only problem was that Dwaco didn't want to share Mimi; it was strange because he would said they were all friends, so why the no sharing? He wished Dwaco and Mimi were his brother and sister, and he never had to go anywhere. He wished that he felt better, and that he wasn't scared and nobody hit him ever again; and he also wished he had somebody that loved him a lot, and called him my son and my baby.

And there was Uncle Remy, who sometimes looked like a dog if you looked at him carefully, and he was very nice. He could be his daddy; he told him all the time, "I love you Harry; I will take care of you; you are my little boy." And he wasn't scared when he slept with him at night, but he was very grumpy today, and he heard him growling, the doggie inside was very scary today.

Mimi was a what? A kid like him, a girl; she must be what a mommy looked when she was little, it is just he hadn't seen any little girls but in TV. They were very pretty like Mimi was and maybe one day, he would have his own Mimy...since Dwaco told him that she was his. How did you get girls? Or maybe Dwaco could be a good boy and share, like they said in the telly. Only thing was bad with Mimi, she wanted to tell her two darlings what to do all the time...maybe girls were like that.

Today, Mimi and Dwaco had been on the bed with him most of the day. The healer, Mr. Muctis was very quiet and gave him drinks to make him better, he'd said. So why did he have pain all over and his head still hurt a lot?

He was afraid of being alone, because Uncle Vernon would come and get him; or maybe he'd call the police to take him to the place where they kill bad children. He'd told him of that place.

He wanted to stay here, maybe if he was very quiet they would let him stay. Nobody had called him dirty little freak, or munster, or all the bad things, and they gave him hugs and kisses, like her Aunt they gave Dudley.

They'd all said that he was a good boy, and Uncle Remy patted his head and rubbed his feet. It felt very nice, and he also kissed him. Kisses were very nice; and he hoped to get more. Uncle Remy wasn't here today, and he felt very sad and afraid, maybe he was tired of the little freak.

There were other mommies and daddies, but none for him. That had made him sad. There were Dwaco's mommy and daddy and Mimi's parents. The two mommies were very, very pretty. He forgot that they had told him that he could call them mommy.

Imagine, he had two mommies, his own. He hoped it was more than a GOOD DREAM. And the great or grandfather and his wife, maybe a king and a queen, they wanted to be called Pépère and Mémère. They kissed him and both said he could to come and live with them in a castle. He was lucky if it weren't a dream.

But maybe something was bad, and if they didn't like him anymore, he would rather never wake up. He didn't want to go back to his mother's sister. He was very afraid. Uncle Remy was gone, and Dwaco and Mimi were gone as well, he wasn't feeling well, and a nasty dark thing inside his head was telling him that he was a freak, and they hated him.

Sometimes, he couldn't tell who were the people coming into room, his head hurt, it hurt to breath, and he was very hot. He could hear voices, but they were far away. He was afraid because the bad thing was telling him, the men who take bad children to be made into dog food are coming. He opened his eyes and saw a strange man with a scary eye. He was very quiet; maybe they didn't want someone so sick. Both of the men were very angry, and he was very afraid. They called one Moody...

He wanted to go to sleep.

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Harry's Monsters, and Healing Pixies

Some time had passed and the pain had worsened. He could see lights far away and hands calling him to a place with trees and a lot of sunshine. He could feel his body floating towards that place.

He did not want to go but couldn't resist it. He thought Mimi was in the room and could hear her voice. "Arry, Arry," she couldn't say his name, but it was okay; and Dwaco was also here. They were back; but, the bad man was telling him that he wasn't waking up this time. The bad man had no face; he had a dark sheet over him, red eyes, and liked to scare him.

Mimi was doing something funny, and Draco was doing the same. He felt a cooling breeze all over his body, and the pain starting to go away, it felt good. He could hear little cracking noises inside his body, and the pain turning into a ball. He could hear a screeching, and could feel some nasty thing coming up his throat and up on the head. He giggled a minute later; he could see a tiny flying Mimi and Dwaco inside his head, they looked like the Healer Pixie, with wings and little wands and sharp ears. They were wrapping the nasty monster, he had a sheet and red eyes and was glowing angrly. The pixies had ropes made out color sparkles, he knew the color red, and gold, and blue, they were those colors. Then they rolled it inside a long bar of a black gooey mess, and it was trapped.

The pixies went around his head and found some smaller creatures hidden. The things had long white hair and beards and swords to block and slice small shiny glowing blobs. They ran when they saw the pixies who threw the ropes at them. It was very funny, because the ropes would find them, wrapped around them, and covered them with the gooey mess. He felt the nasty things coming out of his ears, it felt well when they were coming out, and then there were not more dark places. Now he felt better than he ever remembered; it felt nice and clean, and his hands were tingling with sparkles.

He opened his eyes, there was his mommy's friend, and with his new glasses, he could now see well. Wow, the room was very pretty, and wow, he felt well and happy and hungry. Doptor Muctis and Sederos looked very happy.

"Arry, Arry you are bedderr. You want to play downstairs and see the house, is very nice. We can go and see Hera and Mina, and we can go to the kitchen and get chocolate biscuits. Darling, do you want to come?"

Draco made a face, "I am darling too, right?"

"Yes silly, we are all darlings." And that was that.

He jumped with Mimi and Dwaco, and on their way out when the mommies and daddies came into the room. Mimi told them about the Healing Pixies, and it was true. They were very tall and also very pretty and smiled a lot. They weren't big and nasty like uncle Vernon, or sour faced as aunt Petunia, and they smelled very good.

Harry and meeting strange creatures

"Yus Masters and Miss, you needs slippers and a jumper, is a little chilly." Dobby was following them and with a pop, they all had slippers and jumpers.

"How did you do that?" asked Harry with his eyes like saucers.

"Magic, you silly," Mimi said like an old pro.

"Yes, you're silly, Dobby is a house-elf and does magic, when we are big kids we can do magic too," said Draco as a matter of fact.

"I cannot do magic," Harry affirmed, "can I?" He looked at the pair who seemed to have all the answers. They were very smart.

"Yes, you all is little wizards and witches. You still cannot do much but soon will." Dobby explained to them.

Harry was intrigued, hmm maybe they were all little freaks, but that was good enough for him.

"Dwaco this place is very big." Harry was in awe. They had walked along the long hallway, and Harry's mouth was open looking at the moving portraits, many of the ladies, were cooing at the children as they went by. Most of the portraits, wizards and witches alike, smiled at how cute they were, they said so. The three were holding hands, better said, Draco was in the center. He wanted to make sure Harry, sick or not, didn't hold Mimi's hand.

"Yes, it's big. You can stay wif me forever, there's a lot of room." Dwaco smiled; it would be nice having a friend all the time. Harry didn't have a mommy or a daddy that would mind. He would ask Daddy.

Harry's little heart did a summersault, maybe the daddy wouldn't mind. "Thanks, I like that."

"Let's play chase," proposed Draco, "let's chase Mimi."

"No, no running, Master Harry Potter still be sick." Dobby was firm.

"No, I'm not, the healer pixies gots me all better." But Dobby would not hear any nonsense, he was firm when he had to.

And with a pop, he transfigured a cart. It was big enough for the three little people, thus he sat them inside and levitated them along the hallways, down the stairs, to the perches where the fey owls stood. As soon as the naughty fat owls saw the children, they came flying and screeching. Harry had never seen something so pretty.

"What are they?" he asked while petting Hera's head. Little humans were smart and generous and returned affection with snacks, and she was hoping for a snack a little later. She looked carefully, there was something different about this one.

"They is owls, they be flying messages." Dobby explained.

"Like the mail-carrier?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but they are prettier than mail-carriers. Hera is mine, Mina is Traco's, but I will share Hera wif you. Maybe we can ask Daddy Liushus to get one for you?" Mimi didn't mind sharing today but not for good.

"Maybe," said Draco, "I gave you Hera, not Daddy. I gave her so you can send me messages because you are mine." Draco wrapped his arm around Mimi's shoulder possessively. Dobby understood the Veela and didn't intervene. The young mistress was full of old strong magic, they all were. And the Master Harry, something had changed, his magic was stronger and flowing around him.

"How come that Mimi is yours? You cannot have people." Harry was a little peeved with Draco because he liked Mimi too, and Draco wasn't going to share.

"Because, just because, ask my daddy; because she has a good smell, and because I cry when she goes, and I get very sick, and I need my jumper pillow. She is mine; ask Dobby, Axel, godfather, Remy, and Daddy. Mimi and me will marry when we are big, like ten or maybe twelve, I fink." Draco was talking louder and louder.

Draco thought that he liked Arry better when he had been sick. He pouted and felt a little angry; he could see that in the future Harry might like Mimi just a little too much.

Harry moved politely near Mimi and inhaled. She smelled good, like shampoo and soap, but can you have somebody because they smell good? Harry asked himself and could not come up with an answer. However, something told him that Dwaco would be mad if Harry wanted Mimi for his own, and he didn't want to make anyone mad. It all was well as long as they could be friends, he only wanted Mimi to be a friend.

Mimi was thinking, I don't like Traco's attitude, I'm not his. N.O. I'm my daddy and mommy's, "Traco, I'm not yours, I am my mommy's and my daddy's little girl. When we are bigger okay, but not now, we are too little and need to go to school, to universe, and get a job first. I'm modern like Mommy and the aunties." She squirmed to get away from Traco. Her face was flushed with anger, and Harry noticed her hair flying around her, and he was a little afraid.

As in previous times, Draco's strength increased whenever he was protective of Hermione, and this was no exception. He held on to the little witch, very hard, and her shoulder started to ache. Her anger and frustration increased by the second; she pulled away even harder and pushed with her hand. Harry looked at the scene and had no idea what could be done. The scrimmage was escalating, and before Dobby could do something, Mimi waved her hand, and the little wizard fell down right on his bum and started to cry.

Draco cried, "You burned my fingers, bad little witch, I will tell my mommy and mommy Jeanie, you are in very big trouble young lassie."

Harry looked a bit afraid. Oh no, he was going to have to chose in whose side he was, he thought when he when two sets of eyes fixed on him; just like he had seen on the tell, and he liked them both.

Yes, and one of the two was going to expect he didn't tell truth. It would be his first lesson on friendship and to make the right choices, nothing was perfect even having friends.

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A/n Temper, temper...in big trouble indeed. Poor Harry trying to figure out Hermione, a modern lassie that wants to go to universe, err, university, allready fighting for her rights, good girl.