chapter: 6

"Yes Dear." Vernon grumbled as he pulled out his Wallet and headed for the door.

"What do I owe you?" Vernon said sifting through his Wallet, showing the delivery boy that he was rich.

"Nothing... we have come here to talk to a young boy that lives here."

Vernon looked up and saw an old couple smiling at him.

"What did my nephew do now? He's not back yet... but when he does I'll give him a proper beating." Vernon said.

The old woman's eyes narrowed when she heard this and she looked at her husband.

"They don't know he's already here dear." The woman said.

"I'm sure he's here... I placed a tracing charm on him while he was busy admiring my watch." The old man said as he looked around the house.

"You're freaks aren't you?" Vernon said fearfully. "Get out of my house! We don't want your kind here! I'll call the police! I'll tell the..." Vernon suddenly froze, only his eyeballs were moving around.

"Such a rude man." The old woman said as she returned her wand back to her pocket. "Where is he dear?"

The old man walked straight to the cupboard and kneeled in front of it.

"You don't mean..." The old woman whispered as her eyes grew wide.

The old man didn't answer and slowly opened the door, revealing the young thief sleeping in his cot, some of his possessions surrounding him.

"Oh my... poor boy." The old woman whispered. She spotted a familiar piece of parchment and gently took it and started reading it.

"Take a look at this dear." The old woman said, passing the Hogwarts acceptance letter to her husband. She noticed the look on her husband's face and sighed. "Dear... no cursing of muggles... It's against the law now, remember?"

"But they deserve it... and I won't get caught... I promise." The old man whined.

"And who will get blamed then hmm? Harry's the only magical person in this house." The old woman replied.

"His name's Harry?"

The old woman sighed and placed on her husband's hand the acceptance letter. "Read it Nicky."

After a few moments, the old man's eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face. "Well well, hello Harry Potter."

"Don't you 'dear' me!" Emma Granger said hotly. "The only reason I never divorced you is because of our Daughter! And now here you are again feeling up you new secretary! Don't think I have forgotten what happened years ago!"

Danny Granger cursed the day he was caught. It was all because of that thieving boy... he had a perfect life, a wonderful wife, daughter and a mistress and in one single day it all came crashing down on him.

When he realized he was not able to pay the cab, he made the driver turn around and head back home. His idiotic mistress, tired of waiting for him, called his home number and in some sick twist of fate, his wife answered it.

Since his mistress didn't know he was married, he was burned from both sides of the line and was forced to hide back to his parent's house for a week. Only then did he crawl back to his wife begging for forgiveness.

"We may live in the same house, but you have forfeited all rights in regards to Hermione when you cheated on me. You don't have a say in what school she chooses to attend." Emma said scathingly. "Now go back there and tell her she's allowed to attend Hogwarts."

Danny sighed and nodded wearily. He trudged back up to the living room to speak with her excited Daughter who kept on bouncing with excitement since she read her letter.

"Mommy said I can go! Can I daddy? This explains so much!" The little girl said, her face beaming with excitement. "The strange accidents and the coincidences... Oh I'm so excited!"

Danny forced a smile. "Of course you can honey... that is if you really want to."

Hermione gave a squeal of excitement and hugged her father while Danny stared at the scary face of his wife watching them from the kitchen.

Harry rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms and legs. Wait... stretch? He couldn't do that in his cupboard! His eyes snapped open and he looked around a modestly decorated room, though in his eyes it was luxurious. He noticed the shopping bags he left in the Leaky Cauldron where lying beside his bed, along with his new wand that was on the bedside table with his glasses.

He wondered how he got here... the last he remembered was feeling tired after his exciting day at Diagon Alley... and getting caught.

He walked out of the room, curious about who brought him here when he smelled something nice, no delicious. Harry walked carefully down the stairs, making sure he placed his feet near the walls to avoid making noise in the wood. When he reached the landing, he noticed the old woman from yesterday cooking a full English breakfast and his mouth watered.

He couldn't stay here, and he should head back to his aunt's house before they even get even more mad at him for not cooking breakfast. He spotted an apple in the bowl and he carefully reached for it when the old woman suddenly spoke out loud.

"Have a seat Harry dear... I'm almost finished with this lot."

Harry froze and stared at the woman and found her staring at him with a warm smile.

"How... how did you see me?" Harry asked cautiously as his eyes darted for possible exits. There were three, the window on the kitchen, a door and back up the stairs.

"Charms dear. I immediately knew the moment you opened your eyes." The old woman said. "Have a seat... Nicky will be here shortly."

Harry warily sat down the wooden chair and looked suspiciously at the woman. "How do you know my name? And what do you want from me?"

"And what makes you think that Harry?" The old woman asked.

"You don't kidnap me and feed me without wanting something in return." Harry said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Perenelle Flamel, but call me Penny." The old woman said.

"Like in James Bond?" Harry asked curiously. It was his favorite series as he usually dreamed he was the elite spy when on his nightly missions.