Today, I was woken up by my mother telling me we are going to have a guest over and that I should get ready. She also asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I was shocked because she normally only ever does this on my birthday, but my birthday was 4 weeks ago, so I don't understand what's going on.
After I took my shower and got dressed, I see that what I had asked for for breakfast was there on the table where I sit. I start eating while I wait for my parents to come downs stairs to tell me what I'm going to be doing today before they go and get the house ready for the guests. I was surprised once again when my mother and father sat down and started eating silently with me instead of telling me what to do and leaving, claiming to have already eaten.
"Son, we have something we want to talk to you about." Father said as he finished taking a small bite of his breakfast. I had already finished so I was just sitting there. "Is it about the house guest we are going to be having?" I asked in pure curiosity. "Yes, and no." I was confused. If we aren't going to be talking about the house guest, what would we be talking about?
They took me to my room and sat me on my bed, my mom sitting to my left, my dad sitting to my right. "First, we want to say that we are sorry for the way we have been treating you. We have been treating you not like a son but a college. That's not how I want to treat you." Father said as he gave me a hug to the side. "We want you to know that we will always love you and we want to be there for you whenever you need us." Mother said, also giving me a side hug. "Second, we realized you never really had any friends other than heones that are children of our friends, so we want you to meet someone. His name is Harry Potter." Continues father. "Wait, Harry Potter? The boy who lived? Why? I thought you said he went into hiding. Wouldn't that make a big target to death eaters?" I asked. My father chuckled at me. "Humph. It was just a question you don't have to laugh at me father." I claimed crossing my arms in a pout. My mother smiled and lghlty laughed. "Sweetheart that was more then one question and yo know it. Also your father inst laughing at you amused at smart you are." She stated. "Oh." I say quietly as I uncross my arms and sink into my father's side hug.
"And to answer your questions. Yes that Harry potter. Yo need more friends, he wasn't put in a good home. And not as long as he stays here until school starts." Father reply to my unanswered question. "What do you mean 'not put in a good home'? Was he put in an abusive house?" I asked "sadly yes that's exactly what happened. And that's what we want 5ontalk to you about." He said getting to sit on my window seel. "Harry was put into a muggles home. Those muggles know who, or, what he is and call him a freak because of it. He is abused by his uncle and cousin. We have just been informed that he was raped, a few weeks ago. That was the day that Severus had to leave early with Minerva." My paused so that his words could sink in.
After a while I looked at him and nodded telling him to continue. "His birthday is in 4 days. School starts in about 2 or so months. He will stay here to learn magic and its history. He is new to magic, so be patient with him. He has been tought how to make potions and spells but he's not all tat good at it. I want you to help him control his accidental magic got it?" Father asked while raising an eyebrow asking me if I understand silently. "Yes, I understand. Where will he be sleeping? What parts of the body should I not touch so I don't trigger something? Are there words or phrases I should watch out for? Can he meet ,y other friends as well?" I asked this as I recalled everything I was told about him. My father just smiled and said. "Your mother can answer that one. I was not told anything. And if he's fine with it then yes he can meet your other friends." He said as he got up kissed my forehead and left the room.
I look over to my mother to see her proud and smiling. "He will be sleeping in the room across from you, incase he starts having a nightmare. Be careful of his back, legs, upper arms, and wrists. Be careful of calling him boy. Make sure that you don't raise your voice. If he doesn't understand something put it in simple words, like for example, he might not know what a yule ball is. Just tell him it's like muggles Christmas parties but much more formal and with magic. I am positive he is going to be jsu as smart as you are, so when he gets something right in the first try complament him, make him feel happy and comfortable while he's here, not like a complete stranger. Canin count on you to do these things?" Mother informed me. "Yes mother of course you can. I'll make sure he doesn't feel left out when we hang out with you and father and that understands what's going on." I replied. She smiled and kissed my forehead as well. "Good, now get ready, ad if you want you can owl yor friends about it." And with that she left.
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The Heir of Hogwarts
FanficEveryone has some aspects of all four houses, but there is always one house that stands out the most in person. What if there was someone out there that was 25% of all of the houses. What if Harry's parents weren't really his parents. what if Harry...
