Harry was confused by the sudden turn and let it show in this voice. "Thank you, sir?" he said questioningly.
"Over the holidays I received a note from Madam Pomfrey - now, before you get upset, she did not in any way betray your trust. She simply asked for to keep an eye on you as she had not had a chance to run her check up. Knowing she would not be able to give any insight, I took it upon myself to write to your family asking if they knew about any health concerns as I doubted you would want to talk to yourself as you hadn't do so. The note I received back shocked , and I am honestly unsure what to do with the information."
Harry was surprised by the man's actions as it showed how dedicated he was to his students. Handing over the piece of paper, Harry read the note with interest.
~
Professor Flittle,
If the freak is ill, then it's not our fault! We wanted nothing to do with him from the start! Let the cretin die for all we care!
We were promised that if we took him in, your lot would leave us alone. We do not appreciate you and your freakish owls being sent to our NORMAL ho.
You forced him on us, that old man promised he would be normal if we worked him hard enough! He's your problem now!
Leave us alone in the future; we do not care what happens to the boy.
Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley.
~
Harry couldn't help but be thankful for his relatives' stupidity. They had just gained him another potential ally.
Harry, making sure to turn in on himself, handed the letter back, before letting out a quiet sigh, "Oh."
"Now Harry, the abuse of a minor is a serious matter in our world. Magical children are to be cherished. This letter indicates that your ho life is less than ideal," Flitwick said with concern.
Shuffling in his seat, as though uncomfortable, Harry spoke, "Well, my family... they don't like anything they consider abnormal, and magic is just that. They're muggles you see, and they hated it if I ever did accidental magic. They would treat ... worse... when it happened. They've always said that they didn't want and that they were forced to take in."
Flitwick swore in gobbledegook, much to Harry's hidden amusent. "Harry, I would like you to be honest with : do they abuse you?" he asked softly.
Harry squird. "I wouldn't say that... they just...." Harry trailed off as though scared and confused.
"Have they ever hit you?" he asked.
Harry nodded softly and whispered, "Yes."
"What else, Harry...?" Flitwick asked, his rage hidden on his face but his eyes dark and stormy.
"They wouldn't feed ," Harry whispered.
"Is there anything else?" Flitwick asked almost fearfully. Harry could image the horrors that so teachers were forced to see and was suddenly glad that his abuse had only been physical.
"No," Harry said. "They would just beat and lock up without food sotis."
Nodding, Flitwick let out a long breath. "Mr. Potter, thank you, I know that must have been very hard for you to admit," he said.
Harry sat silently, making sure to keep his head down, an idea forming in his mind.
"Who did they an, professor? In the letter, I an. They said 'that old man' forced them to take ," Harry asked.
Flitwick kept his face carefully blank. "I'm not sure, Harry. I have my suspicions, but I can't truthfully answer you." He was positive he knew, but he couldn't work out why. What did Dumbledore gain from forcing Harry on people who didn't want him? He couldn't imagine it was because of their family bond, as obviously Harry's family didn't feel it. Filius was confused and concerned as he ran through his list of thoughts.
"What's going to happen now?" Harry asked.
"Well Harry, I can't promise anything yet, but I promise you this: I will find out what has been going on," he vowed. He would have to make so subtle inquires to check and see if Albus was aware of Harry's ho situation. He didn't want to believe that he knew, but he rembered the man talking about Harry growing up. He had said the boy was loved and cared for. What had changed?
Harry considered his head of house for a mont and weighed his words and actions against what he knew about the man from the past. Coming to a decision, Harry smiled lightly.
"Professor, if I told you sothing, would you keep it to secret? Even from, say, your boss or sobody?" Harry asked.
Flitwick considered the boy's words. "Well Harry, I would, depending on the secret. If I thought you would be in danger I would have to tell sobody if it ant helping you," he said honestly, wondering what the boy wanted to say.
"Well then, professor, you should know that with the help of Chief Ragnok and a law wizard, I'm currently in the process of getting Sirius Black freed."
Flitwick's eyes had widened at hearing Ragnok's na; with his being part goblin, he knew the importance of having the head goblin's personal help. However, at hearing Sirius' na, he actually spluttered.
"Why, Harry?!" he asked, shocked.
"As you have probably realised sir, my mory is rather exceptional. I have mories from when I was very young. I rember things about that night and I know Sirius is innocent. When I returned to this world and I realised what had happened to him, I started the process of getting him freed. How he ended up in Azkaban without a trial, I will never know," Harry said. He was, of course, lying about how he knew, but he didn't want go into detail about being the Master of Death.
Flitwick sat for a few monts, his face contorting as he processed all the information Harry had just given him.
"How did you co to know the head of Gringotts' London branch?" he finally asked. Having Ragnok's personal help... well, he was blown away.
"When I re-entered this world, I was told he was personally overseeing my accounts," Harry said. "Why? Is it a big deal?" He wanted to co across as naive.
"Yes, actually, it is. As the head of Gringotts bank, Ragnok has the power to act on behalf of the goblin nation. By taking in interest in you and supporting you, he is declaring the support of all the goblins in England," Flitwick said, astonished. He had heard whisperings about a new goblin friend being nad and he had to wonder: if it was the small boy in front of him, why?
"Oh, I didn't know that," Harry said, making sure to seem shocked.
"You are sure that Sirius Black is innocent?" Flitwick asked, going back to Harry's statent.
"Yes. I know he didn't betray my parents - it was Peter, and I doubt he would have killed twelve innocent people. He just needs a trial, he never had one, I asked," Harry said earnestly.
Reviews
All reviews (0)