Harry was walking by Carlisle's study towards his bedroom when Carlisle called out to him. "Harry, come in here for a moment please."
Harry walked inside and approached Carlisle's desk. He sat down when Carlisle motioned for him to do so.
"As you know, I met with Mr. Lupin and Mr. Weasley today," Carlisle said.
"W...what'd they say?" Harry asked. He was more than a little worried they'd side with Dumbledore. He needed them on his side, especially Remus. He'd been there for him a lot in the last few years. He couldn't lose that now.
"They were concerned for you and rightfully so. They were worried I might hurt you at first, but by the end I think I was able to convince them otherwise. They even offered us their allegiances by the end," Carlisle explained.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like his prayers were answered and they were on his side. "I want to see them."
"I know you do. They want to see you as well. I have no desire to keep you from them or your friends, but I need to be sure that they can be trusted first. So what I'm going to do is try to think of a safe way for you to see them without the risk of betrayal or of this Dumbledore finding out. In the meantime though, I told them they could write them if they wish," Carlisle said.
Harry nodded. That seemed fair enough. He knew things could end up going very badly if Dumbledore did find them and try to take him away. As uneasy as he felt in that house, it was better than being manipulated by the headmaster and Mrs. Weasley, and it was certainly better than living with the Dursley's. "Alright."
"Good. Now there's something else we need to talk about. The summer is almost up and it will be time for you to go back to school," Carlisle said.
"It's okay, I already know I can't go back to Hogwarts," Harry said. It was pretty much a given really. Dumbledore was in charge at Hogwarts and he would do whatever it took to gain control of him. So as much as he wished he could go back and be with his friends, he knew it wasn't possible.
"I'm glad you understand that. I know it must be hard for you to know that you won't be able to go to school with your friends, but as I said before, I'm going to see what I can do to make it possible for you to see them. However, right now we need to discuss what we will do about your education. Am I correct in assuming you want to continue your magical education?" Carlisle asked.
Harry nodded. Of course he wanted to keep learning magic. Magic was the best thing that ever happened to him. Despite the fact that it came with Voldemort and Dumbledore, it gave him a home and great friends. He wouldn't trade any of that for the world.
"Alright, then I will do some research and try to find someone who can tutor you, however, I also would like you to study the regular subjects too," Carlisle said. He'd done a bit of research already on the schooling Harry's world gave. He found it quite inadequate because it did not teach things that normal schools did.
"Um, I haven't studied any of that since I was eleven," Harry said. He knew full well that for that reason, he probably wouldn't do well in a normal high school.
"Yes, I've thought about that. I was thinking that maybe Edward and Jasper could help there. They are both quite good in school and I think they could teach you a lot," Carlisle said. He'd yet to speak with either of them, but he knew his sons wouldn't mind.
"Okay," Harry said. That worked for him. He kind of liked the idea of learning muggle subjects at school. He was good at it when he was in primary school, though you wouldn't know it because he always had to pretend otherwise so that Dudley could look smarter. One time when he came home with better grades than his cousin, he got smacked across the face and locked in his cupboard for the entire weekend.
"Alright, then that's what we'll do. You can go now if you wish, however, if you wish to stay and talk you're certainly welcome," Carlisle said warmly.
Harry looked hesitant. Like he had something to say, but wasn't sure if he should.
"What is it, son? You can ask me anything?" Carlisle said.
"Will you tell me about my mother?" Harry asked. He'd been wondering about her since he got there. He knew absolutely nothing about her, not even her name. He was sure it had been on the heritage test, but he was too shocked to pay much attention to it once he realized that everything about him was a lie.
Carlisle smiled. "I've been waiting for you to ask me that. Your mother was a wonderful woman, Harry. Her name was Margaret. You look just like her."
"I do?" Harry asked. What a twist that was. All his life he'd been told he looked like his father. Now he was being told it was his mother he resembled.
Carlisle nodded. "She loved you a lot. I want you to know that."
"What happened to her?" Harry asked.
"Your birth was a bit difficult, and back then we did not have the same lifesaving equipment we had then. I don't want you to get this twisted, alright? You are not responsible for what happened. It was simply a horrible thing that no one could've prevented," Carlisle said. He wouldn't allow his son to blame himself for this. His son already seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"Yeah, story of my life," Harry murmured.
Carlisle heard him obviously, but decided not to comment. "She was the one to name you. Harrison was her father's name and she wanted you to have it also."
"Did you love her?" Harry asked.
Carlisle cringed a little. He wasn't sure how to answer that question in a way that would satisfy Harry. "In a way, yes, but not the way you're asking. We were not in love the way Esme and I are. The thing you need to understand is that times were different back then. Marrying for love was hardly ever done. Marriages were arranged. That's how it was with me and your mother. I grew to love her, yes, but more as a friend that I happened to be married to."
"And she didn't tell you she was a witch?" Harry asked. He assumed she was. He assumed that that was where he got the talent. He couldn't be a muggle born because he was descendent of Helga Hufflepuff and Carlisle certainly didn't seem to be magical.
"No, but then again she wouldn't and for good reason. As I told you before, my family was very instrumental in the witch trials," Carlisle said shamefully. It was not something he was proud of at all. He was even less proud of it now that he knew what his son was. He wondered briefly if his father would've tried his son if he ever found out. The answer came to him quickly. Of course he would've.
"If she had told you, would you have turned her in?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Carlisle answered truthfully. He would've liked to say no and have it be the truth, but he just didn't know. Things were just so much different back then.
"If you thought witches were so evil, why did you give me to one?" Harry asked.
"I told you, I didn't have any other option. Leaving you with my father was the only other one I had and that would've turned out even worse for you. I know you're angry with me for the choice I made, but any other choice would've ended with you not being here any longer. If I had taken you with me, you would've died that night. If I had left you with my father, you would've died just a few years later. I made the only choice I had that would possibly allow you to live. And I don't think witches are evil. I may have thought that when I was young, but that is because it is what I was taught. I grew up around it. Though I will say that even I didn't agree with how my father treated the ones he found guilty. For that reason I would like to believe I wouldn't have turned Margaret in back then. I certainly wouldn't have if we lived in these times," Carlisle explained.
"I think I'd like to go now. I need to be alone to think," Harry said.
Carlisle nodded his consent and then watched his son leave the room.