Harry woke slowly, with the throbbing pain in his head having eased and feeling that the room was a bit chilly. He immediately realized he was not in his cupboard. His cupboard was always warm and the air was kind of stale, and smelled of cobwebs. This air smelled of cleaner. Beneath him was a cushion, Harry thought to himself, he must be on a bed, not that he'd ever slept on one before.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, or rather, he opened his right eye, his left was slightly swollen shut, and tried to sit up.
"So you have decided to wake up." Harry turned toward the voice and saw pretty woman smiling at him and carrying a shopping bag.
"Sorry." Harry said, looking around, "Umm… where am I? Who are you?"
"You're in hospital." She said gently, "And you can call me Miranda." she said walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm here to make sure you're taken care of."
This confused Harry, how many times had his aunt and uncle told him no one cared about him and how grateful he should be that they troubled themselves to feed and cloth him.
"But what about my Aunt and Uncle." Harry asked, bit worried to hear the answer.
"No need to worry Harry, you won't be seeing them again." Miranda said, "Now that you're awake we only have a few formalities and we can get you to your new home."
"New home?" Harry asked, having the hardest time believing it to be true.
"Yes, Harry, you're going to be living in the country."
"Well," Miranda began, not sure how much she could promise the young wizard, "I'll come and see you as often as I can. But for the most part you're going to be living with some very clever people who are going to take care of you."
"Why do they want to take care of me? My Uncle said no one wanted me."
"Harry, you are very special, your Uncle couldn't understand that. He was far too stupid to know what was really going on in the world." She said bluntly before smiling again at Harry. "He's not like us Harry. Now I know this is all confusing, but everything will be explained in time, alright." Harry reluctantly nodded.
"Good, now, I'm going to go any speak to some of the staff, but while I'm doing that I want you to put these on." She said picking up the bag and handing it to him. "And I'll be right back."
Miranda dealt with the hospital staff as quickly and efficiently as she had dealt with the Social workers earlier that day, after a few memory charms and bit of non magical computer hacking, all of Harry's placement and adoption records had been created and sealed. The nurses and hospital administrators were no different. All they even wanted to know was that Harry would be going to a safe home.
A half hour later Miranda reentered Harry's room to see him pull the jumper on over his head leaving his hair sticking up in all directions.
"Are you ready?" Miranda asked, holding out a stick in her hand, and lightly tapped him on the head with it.
"What's that for?"
"That is to keep people from paying too much attention to us, let's go." she said and held out her hand. Harry took it sheepishly, he'd never held anyone's hand before.
After a short walk through the hospital in which no one paid any notice to them, they were out of the hospital and into the black town car.
A three hour drive later and Harry was staring at the biggest house he had ever seen. When the car pulled up to the front of the house, half a dozen people walked out and stood in front of the door, waiting for Harry to step out of the car, while the driver got out to open the door.
"Welcome home, Master Harry." the group said in chorus, as Harry stood before them amazed.
Hogwarts Castle, Scotland
Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office and getting ready for the start of the school year, when the shelves of silvery instruments which monitored the wards around number 4 Privet Drive suddenly ceased to function. He knew that those wards would hold unless Harry was no longer living at number 4, or he had perished.
Albus immediately went to the fireplace and called Mrs. Figg, requesting that she check in on Harry and report back. She reminded him that she had just returned home that day, but she would walk over and find out what she could.
Afterward the Headmaster of Hogwarts went over to the shelf and examined the instruments. He scrutinized each of them carefully but he wasn't able to find anything wrong with them.
It was less then a quarter hour when Mrs. Figg's frantic voice sounded through the fireplace.
"Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore! Where are you? He's gone!" Albus rushed over to fireplace.
"Arabella, what are you saying? Where is Harry?"
"He's gone. Some Muggles took him away. He was badly injured, and the police arrested Dursley." she explained quickly, "Albus, they were beating the boy."
Dumbledore dismissed the comment, he was sure it wasn't serious, they wouldn't have damaged the boy permanently.
"I will call the Aurors at once." he announced and effectively ended the conversation. Mrs. Figg's face disappeared from the fire and Dumbledore summoned an Auror. He needed to find that boy.
Kingsley was quite surprised after he had arrived on Privet drive in his Muggle suit. He had knocked on the door of Number 4, and before he could even get Harry's full name out of his mouth, Petunia Dursley ordered him off her property and slammed the door in his face. He didn't know what to think, Albus had assured them all that Harry was in a secret and safe place, with blood wards and a loving family, but after consulting with Mrs. Figg and what the neighbors were more then happy to inform him of, this was a far cry from the ideal home Albus had described.
Kingsley's next step was to track the woman who had removed Harry from the house, a Ms. McKay.
Holmes Country House
Harry gaped open mouthed at the people smiling at him and the mansion behind them. Could this be real? Did these people really want him to live in this place?
"Come along Harry," Miranda said, getting out of the car and leading him up to the house with a steady hand on his shoulder. They walked straight up to the two most serious looking people.
"Now Harry, this is Mr. Peirce and Mrs. Bunting." she explained, "Mr. Peirce is the butler, and Mrs. Bunting is the housekeeper, they are in charge of taking care of everything in the house."
"Nice to meet you." Harry said timidly and held out his hand to shake, he had seen the gesture many times but had never done it before. Mr. Peirce and Mrs. Bunting each took his hand and carefully shook it. They had all seemed surprised by the gesture, but only for a moment.
"A pleasure to meet you, Master Harry." Peirce said with a thin smile. Mr. Peirce was a middle aged man and had icy blue eyes. His face was serious even as he smiled and made Harry feel like he would not say anything unless it was important.
"So very nice to meet you, Sir." Mrs. Bunting said, taking Harry's small hand into her two warm and weathers hands, and smiling down at him. Mrs. Bunting had a lovely smile that made the wrinkles around her eyes more visible, and her cheeks were flushed.
Next he was introduced to the cook whose name was actually Cook, Eliza Cook, and Polly, who was the youngest and said she was the maid, who both waved and smiled at him. The last two people Miranda said were who he would be spending the most of his time with, Mr. Harker, who would be Harry's tutor, and Ms. Creevey, who would be watching after Harry's health.
After the introductions were made, Miranda led Harry inside and up to what would be his room. It was not the Master suite, that was kept for Mr. Holmes, but it was still a spacious bed room. Harry was amazed, this room was huge, with an attached bathroom, and a massive four poster bed.
"Welcome home Harry." A voice came from a shadowed corner of the room by the door. Harry spun around, he hadn't seen anyone in the room. There stood the tall man in a dark grey suit with a red tie. He was pale and had a knowing smirk.
"Sorry, but who are you?" Harry asked, taking an unconscious step closer to Miranda.
"I'm your brother now," he said, "but why don't you just call me Mycroft."