Dumbledore sighed again. "People will take one look at you and know you are a Potter, it is undeniable and I myself do not like the idea of trying to hide it" he admitted ruefully. "It is simply too much work to try to hide you and it is much too dangerous for you to be out in the world alone so I am going to call Charlus and Dorea and see if they can come up with a plan, they are your family after all and I am sure they will understand" he explained.
"No, wait, I'm not ready to meet them" Harry pleaded. "And I can look after myself" he added firmly.
"My boy, the longer we put it off the worse it will be" Dumbledore responded sadly. "At least we have time now to come up with a plan, we can't leave it any longer, school starts in less than 3 weeks" he concluded with a sympathetic smile.
Harry just gaped, not able to put a sentence together and eventually hung his head in defeat. "Good boy" Dumbledore intoned. "I will remain with you and stand by you no matter the outcome" he promised.
Harry just sunk back in his chair dejectedly and even considered running away, though he knew it would achieve nothing now that Dumbledore had his mind made up.
Dumbledore took a deep breath and threw a handful of floo powder into the flames.
"Potter Manor" he called clearly and stuck his head in the flames after they had turned green.
He removed himself from the fire after a moment and took his seat behind the desk once more.
"They will be here momentarily" he informed Harry with a nod.
Harry took a deep breath and swallowed deeply, attempting to stop the nausea that he felt within himself, though he was excited at the same time to even meet his grandparent's.
True to Dumbledore's word the fire burst into life only a few minutes later and a woman in her early fifties stepped out and dusted the ash off of herself with a wave of her wand.
She had barely taken a step further into the room as she looked up and stopped dead at the sight of the teen sat in the chair, her eyes going wide in shock.
She was a very beautiful woman with long and thick Black hair, very delicate features and light grey eyes. She was very petite, lithe and stood about 6 inches over the five feet mark.
Only a moment more passed when the fire burst into life once again, depositing a rather imposing man who stood around 6 feet tall. He was well built with his height and his hair was dark brown, matching that of his eyes. "This had better be damn good Dumbledore" he growled as he too stepped out of the fire, removing the ash from his black robes, only to bump into his wife who was still staring at Harry completely in awe.
The man frowned as he collided with the woman causing him to look up and catching sight of the young man, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline in surprise.
"As I said, we have a very delicate matter to discuss" Dumbledore cut into the silence. "Please take a seat" he requested gesturing to two chairs next to Harry.
The two snapped out of their respective stupor's at the sound of the headmaster's voice and took the indicated seats, clearly not knowing what to say.
Dumbledore sighed when he realised that Harry was not able to speak and began. "Now, this young man sought me out this morning and had quite the tale to tell" he began seriously. "Please let me explain" he added when it looked as though Charlus would interrupt him. "I'm sure Harry here will answer any questions you may have when we are done" he finished.
The two Potter's nodded, neither knowing what else they could do for the time being.
"I have verified everything that the young man has told me and I am sure he will consent to you doing the same, any way you see fit" Dumbledore began again, shooting a questioning glance towards Harry.
Harry nodded his agreement and Dumbledore continued.
"As difficult as this is to believe this young man is in fact your Grandson" he informed Charlus and Dorea.
Charlus immediately scoffed. "What are you trying to pull you bloody relic" he demanded angrily. "James must be about the same age as this boy and we have no other children, as you well know" he pointed out with a frown.
"Indeed" Dumbledore acknowledged and sighed. "Young Harry here was born in 1980" he added in explanation.
Charlus let out a bark of laughter.
"You're insane", he stated. "That's bloody well 4 years from now".
"Charlus" Dorea cut in warningly. "I'm sure there is an explanation" she deduced, feeling very curious to see where this was leading.
"There is" Dumbledore replied with a bow. "But I believe that it is Harry that should explain it, I only know the bare minimum" he explained with a shake of his head. The two Potter's looked towards Harry who immediately felt very nervous at the stares he was receiving.
"I'm sorry" he began. "I wasn't going to bother you and I don't want anything from you" he added sincerely. "But I had to come back here to kill Voldemort" he finished weakly.
"Kill… you're just a boy" Dorea answered worriedly. "Why on earth would you need to do it?" she asked disbelievingly.
Harry sighed and shook his head.
"There are things you don't understand" he returned uncertainly.
"Then try" Dorea requested firmly.
Harry sighed again.
"James really is my father and I was born in 1980, my name is Harry James Potter", he said honestly. "Voldemort killed my parent's when I was a year old and he tried to kill me but failed, he has tried to kill me ever since", he concluded hurriedly.
"James was killed?" Dorea asked fearfully.
"Yes" Harry confirmed. "My mother also and I was raised by my Mother's family" he explained.
"Why the hell would you not have been raised by us?" Charlus cut in angrily.
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