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Granddad

The first thing Harry became aware of as he woke up was that his head was pounding. It ached something terribly.

"…you hear me?" Someone was shaking his shoulder.

"Hey, son... Can you hear me?" Harry groaned, did who ever it was, have to shout right into his ear.

"Um… yes." He answered shakily. Opening his eyes slowly, his head jerked back at a sudden blinding light directed right into his eyes.

"Hey!" Harry put his hands up to shield his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" Now that the blinding flashlight wasn't directed into his eyes, he could see who it was that asked him all these silly questions. Of course, he was in pain.

The man looked to be in his thirties, he had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He looked a little like an angel, well like the angels on aunt Petunias sparkling Christmas cards.

"You were found unconscious at Privet Drive, there's been a big gas leak there or something. Does your family live there? Do you know your phone number?" The man kept firing questions at him. How was he supposed to answer them, when a new one was asked before Harry had the time to open his mouth and speak?

"Do you have a name?" Harry opened his mouth quickly this time, he felt ridiculous lying still without saying a word.

"Harry…Harry Potter." As soon as he said it though, he regretted it. Was it really a good idée to say the truth? What if the man was a Deatheater?

"Um…what day is it?" he asked quickly, looking down at his hands. Merlin they looked strange. He was sure, that his hands had not been this small before. Hang on, small! Why was his hands small? He wasn't supposed to change, the time was.

"It's Friday. You don't remember?" The man looked very concerned now. "Don't worry, little fellow. I'm sure it's just the shock." Harry winced at the term, little fellow.

"Um…who are you and where are you taking me?" Asked Harry, after finally realising that he was in an ambulance. Surprised at not hearing the sirens earlier, he mentally berated himself for the stupid question. He was no doubt in the company of a doctor and on his way to a muggle hospital.

"My name is Robert, Harry. How old are you?"

"I…that is…I eh, can't really remember…" Harry didn't feel comfortable with naming an age as he had no idée of how old he looked. He only knew that his hands were much smaller than the last time he checked.

"Hedwig!" Harry suddenly called out startling the other man.

"Sorry, who?" Robert asked. "Hedwig, my pet owl, she's white…" the man looked very worried now.

"Harry I'm pretty sure that you that there wasn't an owl nearby, you were found without any belongings." Robert said in a comforting kind of voice, clearly wanting Harry to calm down. Harry stared at him. What did he mean, without any belongings. His trunk, what about his trunk? His wand!

Harry sat up quickly tossing the blanket away and gasped. He was naked and he didn't have his wand.

"Where are my clothes!" he demanded, in a small but firm voice. Bugger, how was he supposed to sound in control, with the voice of a five year old?

"Like I said Harry, you were found without any belongings." Said Robert again, looking sorry for Harry.

"Did you have any valuables on you? Like a freestyle? It's possible that someone…eh…" Robert seemed to want to take back his words. It wouldn't do for Harry to get all agitated again.

"A what? A freestyle?" Harry's head pounded terribly and small black dots had started to appear in front of his eyes.

"Where's Hedwig?" He managed to ask again, before slipping into unconsciousness.

He woke up in a hospital room feeling very confused.

"Ah you're awake dear." Harry turned to see a redheaded nurse standing by his bed smiling kindly down at him.

"You've had us all worried, how are you feeling dear?" She asked coming closer.

"I...I'm fine thank you." Harry answered.

"My name is nurse Marjory, what's yours?" She said in a kind, quiet voice.

"Harry Potter." Harry answered after a small pause. He doubted that she was a witch and if she was he was sure to notice from her reaction to his name.

"That's a lovely name Harry. Now then, do you remember what happened yesterday?" She asked, clearly having no clue about who he was.

"Um...A doctor took me in an ambulance and then I came here?" Harry decided to play it safe, something had clearly gone wrong with the timeturner.

"Yes that's right Harry and do you remember what happened before that?" The nurse asked patiently still in a calming voice.

"Um, no sorry." Harry said, thinking it wise not to say anything about timeturners.

"That's alright Harry. You have a small bump on your head and sometimes that can make you forget things. But I'm sure it will all come back to you really soon and until then you can stay here with me in the hospital." She smiled at him, no doubt to make him feel at ease. Harry nodded as she seemed to be expecting a responce from him. She gave him another smile and patted his cheek softly.

"I'll bring you some breakfast, just a little toast to start you off. Then there's some nice police men that would like to speak to you. Just a little chat mind you, I want you resting." She smiled at him again and then finally left him alone. He pushed the covers down and sat up quickly, he had to get out of here. His vision went black and he felt the bed move, or was that the world? Maybe lying down on the bed was the best thing to do after all. He felt clammy and cold, he put his hands out to see them shaking. And they were small, too small to be his. He had obviously done something wrong. He was small, his wand was gone, Hedwig was gone. Well everything was gone. He was buggered in other words. There was a soft knock on the door and the nurse entered again with a small tray.

"Hello there,still awake I see. Here you are piece of toast and some juice." Harry eyed the toast warily still feeling a little ill.

"Now then dear, these rae the nice police men I told you about. They just want to talk for a little bit Just answer..." The nurse was interupted by another nurse and quickly left the room. Harry eyed the two policemen that had sneaked in without him noticing, One was tall and the other short and beefy. Something about them wasn't right.

"Hello I'm a policeman and my name is Jones." Harry eyed the man surspiciously, yep something was up. The taller of the two men rolled his eyes and stepped forwards.

"Hello there, um…Harry?" Harry nodded, wondering how in the world he'd get out of this.

"My name is Aur…eh, Officer Conrad Collard. I'm here to find out what you can remember of yesterday night." Harry eyed the man suspiciously, had he been about to say Auror. "I can't really remember anything, sir." Harry said meeting the mans eyes.

"Hm, can I have your full name and your address?" Harry eyed him again,supposed to have no memory, duh. If they had been wizards they would have recognised him already, his scar was a dead give away. "Harry Potter." Harry said waiting for the aha moment to occur. The first policeman in front of him just nodded and jotted something down on a small pad.

"Potter?" Harry jumped high. Officer Conrad suddenly appeared next to him. "Don't leave him for a second Jones! If anything happens to him we're in deep shit with the boss." The man hurried out of the room, leaving Harry with Jones who eyed him interestedly. Great. Harry thought. It'll either be Dumbledor or Voldemort coming in next then.

"Ah, you're the boss's son. Heard about you I have." The man suddenly said, moving closer to Harrys bed. "Is it true that you switched your old mans wand with a stick when he left for duelling session?" Jones asked trying not to laugh. Harry eyed him in puzzlement, switched who's wand?

"Your dad is going to give you a hell of a telling off when he arrives, Auror work is not for kids you know. I'm so happy I'm not in your shoes at the moment squirt." He laughed again shaking his head at a confused Harry. Harry was spared to make a comment as the nurse walked in with a cup of tea for Jones. She leaned against Harrys bed and soon they were talking about this and that.

Harry was so bored by their chatter he fell asleep without them noticing. When he next opened his eyes, a man Harry had only seen before in pictures and a magical mirror, sat in the chair next to his bed.

"Hello there." He said, giving Harry's face a once over with his eyes.

"Hi." Harry said back, with a lump building in his throat. His grandfather was sitting next to him, at least he thought it was his grandfather. "You're James's son, aren't you?" The man asked.

"How did you know?" Harry exclaimed, shocked beyond words. "You look just like him. Mind you, you look just like my son James too." Harry was now extremely confused. "Oh, I'm sorry Harry. My name is Harold and it seems that I'm your uncle." A very strange silence occurred after that statement.

"I guess your father never mentioned me, huh? James and I had a bit of a disagreement, we haven't spoken in ten…no eleven years." Harry was still not over his shock. He hadn't known anything about any other Potters. Had his grandfathers' brother been alive when Harry was small? Did he have more relatives. A knock on the door interrupted their one sided conversation.

"Enter!"Mr Potter called. The short Auror Harry had seen leaving earlier, came in through the door. He looked uncomfortable. "We found your…" he stopped at the sight of Harry awake. "That is…could I have a word outside please?" after receiving a nod from Mr Potter, he exited the room quickly.

"I know that we're strangers right now, but I want you to know that you can stay with me until we've found your father. I know that James would love the company. You both look the same age. He's eleven by the way. How old are you Harry?" Harry, who finally got to know how old he looked, answered shyly.

"Eleven, sir. Well my birthday is on the thirty first of July." Harry corrected himself. He still didn't know what date it was.

"Oh, so it's your birthday in two weeks, that's nice." Harry nodded a little ashamed. He wasn't really eleven.

"I need to speak with Auror Ben Jones outside for a little while, I'll ask Auror Conrad to come in and keep you company again." Harry nodded, as a response to his grandfathers, no uncle's words. He could use a moment in peace. His newly made uncle, looked a lot like his father, it was obvious that the Potter genes were strong. He could actually need a moment on the loo, now that he'd been awake for a little while. He had made it as far as getting his feet down on the cold floor, before the other Auror entered.

"Hey there! Where do you think you're going?" he askedmaking Harry blush. "To the toilet, sir." The older man snickered at Harry's face, but helped Harry to the toilet never the less. "Just call for help if you need it."

Taking a deep breath in the toilet, Harry raised his head to look at himself in the mirror. He definitely looked like an eleven year old. It felt strange seeing himself that way again. He darted a quick look up on his forehead, nothing there. The scar was gone. What did that mean? He hurried with the toilet business before making his way out.

His grandfather was back already, he didn't look too happy. He didn't say anything until Harry was back in bed.

"Harry I have something to tell you…I'm sorry but they found the body of your father in one of the building near to were they found you." Mr Potter said in a shaky voice, looking close to tears as he sat on the edge of the bed. Harry didn't know what to feel. His grandfathers' brother had just been found dead. And Harry, who hadn't even known that the man existed until today, was supposed to be his mourning son.

He took a deep breath trying to think of something to say.

"Harry listen to me, I know that you don't know me or my wife. Nevertheless, we're family, and families stick together. Your father and I made a pact as children, to always look after each others families in case…well even though we've drifted appart I'd never turn my back on family." He raised his hands as if to stop Harry from speaking. Harry nodded mutely, he wasn't about to say no. Suddenly had a hard time breathing. It had just occurred to him that his grandfather was asking him to come home.

"When can we leave?" Harry asked, hoarsely. Mr Potter smiled sadly at him.

"Not much for hospitals and nurses?" Harry shock his head. "No Potter is. We seem to have a habit of getting into a lot of trouble though." His grandfather said.

"Um, sir! Did you find my owl? She's white, and my trunk and wand." Harry looked up at Mr Potter hopefully.

"I'm sorry Harry. But you didn't have anything with you. If we find anything you'll be the first to know." Harold said.

"What about my glasses?" Harry asked rubbing his eyes. He was tired, and had serious second thought about this time-travel thing. Even if it seemed to have worked in one way or another.

"We'll get you a new pair, Harry. Don't worry." Mr Potter grabbed a hold of his shoulder and gave Harry a gentle squeeze. Harry leaned into the touch and before he knew it, he was given a hug. It felt wonderful, just like he'd always imagined a hug from his father to feel. He honestly didn't care that it came from his grandfather instead.

Harry was still blushing when they left the hospital a while later, feeling a little childish but mostly pleased. Mr Potter had told him that they were travelling by portkey. They were accompanied outside by the other two Aurors who looked somber and Harry waved them goodbye, before grabbing a hold of the umbrella portkey they had been given. When they arrived to where ever they were going, Mr Potter put his arm around Harry's shoulder to help him keep his balance. Harry could see a big house with a massive garden surronding it when he finally got his bearings.

"Thanks." He said to Mr Potter. He really liked the feeling of his grandfathers' arm around his shoulder. It felt like he'd finally made it home.

"Harold?" a woman's worried voice called out when Harry and his grandfather stepped inside.

"Yes it's me, Edna." Mr Potter led Harry deeper inside the house. They meet an auburn haired woman in the living room. Harry assumed that it was his grandmother. She looked surprised at the sight of Harry, making it obvious that Mr Potter hadn't had time to fill her in on their new addition to the family. After giving his wife a hug and a kiss, they turned back to Harry.

"Oh, I'm sorry for staring. It's just that you look so much like my son James. Well, except that your eyes are green, whilst his are brown." She was babbling. Mr Potter smiled slightly.

"This is Harry, Edna. My Brother James's son. Harry this is Edna, my wife." Mr Potter introduced them.

"James...James was killed yesterday in the attack." Mr potter said shakily making his wife gasp. She turned to Harry with teary eyes. "You poor sweetheart, don't you worry, you will of course stay here with us." She said pulling him into a tight hug. "And your mother? Is she..." Harry nodded and she trailed of looking even more distraught.

"I think some food for the growing boy might be good. He's spent the night at a muggle hospital." Mr Potter said after they'd stood there in silence for a while. "Yes of course, come along sweetheart." She led the way into the kitchen still holding on to Harry. Harry felt like crying for some reason but didn't know why. Mrs Potter gave him a pat on the cheek and started to prepare breakfast.

Mr Potter excused himself when Harry was seated and settled in, saying he needed to have a lie down. Giving his wife a kiss and Harry a hug, he soon disappeared upstairs looking glassy eyed.

Mrs Potter made a big fuss, about Harry looking much too thin and in need of a big breakfast. "My son, James could eat a hippogriff, and still have room for more." she laughed softly, clearly wanting to take his mind of things. Harry felt just at home with her, she reminded him of Mrs Weasley, being warm and open.

"I would not!" Harry turned so quickly in the chair he was sitting on, that he fell off at the sound of the boy in the doorway behind him.