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Something was wrong. Elara could almost smell it. Then again, she was quite sure she would never like Little Whinging. Just one week, she consoled herself, and then she will never put a single foot here. Well, maybe if Harry decided to have some minor revenge. But the foreboding feeling returned in full swing as soon as she entered Wisteria Walk. It was cold there. Not too much, but enough to make anyone realize that it was abnormal for the month of August. Thanking her luck that today Fletcher was supposed to be on duty, she dropped all concealing charms and ran towards the house that her nephew lived in.

It had been strange, the nightly meetings. In a corner of her mind she absolutely loathed the fact she had to resort to such measures to meet her nephew. James' son! But the rational part of her mind kept it under control. She was under no delusions that Dumbledore didn't know about this. On the contrary she was quite sure that Albus was specifically providing her with guard duty schedules just for this reason. Only the guards were given the schedule after all. Even Molly didn't get one, even though she asked for it quite adamantly. Then again, she was Harry's aunt. Initially it had been her acting a bit like her nephew's owl. With the no contact rule laid by Albus, she brought the letters from Sirius and Remus. After the Weasleys had arrived at the headquarters, she had offered to do so for Ron and Hermione too. Not that anyone else knew. It was a closely guarded secret. Or at least she liked to think so.

Still under the disillusionment spell, just in case Dung was looking straight at the door, she ran towards the door of Number 4. Her resolve to enter by climbing the window like always shattered as soon as she heard Petunia's voice.
"They guard the wizard prison of Azkaban."

Harry stared at his Aunt shocked. How did she know what Dementors were? Before either him or his uncle could say something there was knock on the door which soon turned into persistent banging. Wondering if the Ministry officials had come anyway, he looked at his uncle who looked at the door apprehensively and a bit gleefully. Sighing he went towards the door and asked "Who is it?"

"It's me. Why was Petunia talking about Dementors? Actually can you open the door? I am quite sure even Dung will notice this racket." a frantic and familiar voice answered him and relief washed over him. Hurriedly he opened the door and came face to face with his recently resurrected aunt. She entered the house warily closing the door behind her.

"Is that the people that letter mentioned?" Uncle Vernon shouted from the inside making Harry jump a little.

"Umm. No. It's just my... someone I know." He finished lamely not missing the amusement in his aunt's face at his ending. In his defence whatever was happening today was making him feel like seeing oil ant water mixing. Even though Elly had been visiting him for almost a month. He had never envisioned any scenario where both his Aunts would meet each other. Then again today seemed like both his worlds were fusing together. Rapidly. He blinked as Elly nudged him towards the living room. Nodding slowly he walked towards his maternal relatives wondering what else was going to happen today. Elly entered just behind him, her hands in the pocket of denim jeans she was wearing and Harry was thankful for her aunt's choice of clothing. It might make things a bit easier.

"Who the ruddy hell are you?" His uncle demanded and Harry wasn't surprised that Elly was not affected with rudeness. She had spent fourteen years shadowing him in spirit form after all. (And wasn't that a weird surprise?) Instead she turned towards him and asked slowly.

"What the hell is going on Harry? Will you care to enlighten me just a little bit?"

"There were two Dementors who attacked Dudley and me. I had to use a patronus to drive them away and well..." He finished with handing all the letters that he had received till now. Elly took the letters from him and started reading them. Harry nervously watched her read them not noticing another owl come in until his Uncle informed him of that in his own fashion.

"ANOTHER ONE!" Harry lunged towards the owl and snatched the letter getting swatted by its wing. He flipped the letter to see it wasn't actually addressed to him but to Elara P. He turned towards her only to loose his voice seeing the look on her face.

"Harry." She said hollowly looking up from the letters. Next thing he knew, he was engulfed in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry. I should have there. Hell I should have kept you beside this whole time. I am supposed to do so. And I failed. You know I am sorry, Right? I had no idea. I mean, Where the hell was Fletcher?" She suddenly demanded breaking the hug.

"Calm down Elly." Harry said wondering how was he supposed to calm her down. It must have shown on his face because she snorted and ruffled his hair.

"I am supposed to say that. Know what? You go get your things, I will do the introductions and farewells in the meantime." Harry highly doubted that she was going to do it properly but he was past the point of caring, so he simply nodded and made his exit. Packing wasn't that difficult given that he hadn't really unpacked. He was told that he was like his father in that manner who had apparently not properly emptied his trunk even after his seventh year saying that he was keeping it intact for memories. Grabbing Hedwig he made his way downstairs and put down his trunk just in time to hear the 'farewell'.

"Just feed him some chocolate. And since Harry is going with me today, I have no idea if we will ever meet again, so lets hope for the best huh?" A single clap sound echoed throughout the house before Elly emerged from the living room and looked at him curiously. Belatedly, Harry realized that he was staring at the cupboard under the stairs. He shook his head.

"Lets go then, shall we?" He said. She nodded once before stalking past him and opened the door. Harry made his way out of the house and heard the door close behind him.

"Let Hedwig fly. She wont like apparating." Elly advised.

"Will I?" He asked opening the cage. Hedwig flew out of the cage before settling on his shoulder nibbling his ear affectionately.

"Probably not. But I am not going to let you fly after... after what happened. You will get cold." She replied haltingly. Harry nodded and nudged Hedwig into the air. She grabbed his hand before he felt like he was being squeezed through a pipe.

They reappeared on what seemed like a cliff overlooking the sea. He turned towards Elly eyebrows raised.

"You are troubled. Don't deny it. I just thought you would like a break before meeting everyone else." She shrugged and for some reason Harry realized that she was right. Letting out a relaxing breath he looked gazed towards the sea.

"Where are we?" He asked her.

"Aunt Dorea used to bring all of us here when we were kids for day out and stuff. James loved it here so I just thought maybe..." Before he realized what he was doing Harry mirrored her from earlier and hugged her tightly. She started rubbing his back and for the first time in his life, he sobbed like there a child on someone's shoulder. A bit mortified at what he was doing, he still didn't let her go because he knew his Aunt won't care. More importantly he relished in the feeling of it, remembering how Sirius had kept a hold of him when he had repeated what had happened after the third task. He stayed there because this felt like home.

Waiting outside on the street, Albus wondered just how long he would have to stay there. While he considered removing Harry today from Surrey a hasty decision, he knew that there was no way Elara would let her nephew stay away from her anymore. He still remembered when he had received an owl from Fleamont and Euphemia Potter stating that they wanted to discuss alternate arrangements for their daughter. The first ever Potter daughter in anyone's living memory. He hadn't been surprised that they were accompanied by Charlus and Dorea. The four of them were exceptionally close. Euphemia had even given Dorea the honour of naming her daughter.

"Do sit down my friends. Would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you Albus." Charlus stated sitting down, his wife nodding along.

"Some water if you don't mind Albus?" Euphemia asked.

"Of course." He waved his wand and a glass of water appeared in front of her.

"We don't want to take too much of your time Albus, so if we could avoid small talk?" Dorea said and Albus inwardly frowned. Dorea Potter nee Black was not known to be a blunt person, quite opposite actually. He gave a short nod and the father of two started speaking.

"Elara is too powerful. We cannot in good conscience let her come here Albus."

"I am quite sure we can handle her. Hogwarts was built to cater the most powerful witches and wizards. The wards around the castle will be able to absorb any excess magic." Albus said bemused. He knew that they were proud of their children but he never considered that they would be so over-zealous.

"She levitated whole of the Potter Keep when she was six and a half just because she wanted a flying castle." Dorea replied wryly making Albus stare at her.

"We trust you that is why we are giving you details." Charlus started.

"Brother!" Fleamont said shocked.

"But not everything. Maybe one day you will know more details. Truth is Albus that we need her to be with us. Dorea and I are going to take her to a different house to teach her. It is quite important." Charlus stated firmly.

"If I may?" Albus asked tentatively and the four nodded vehemently which made Albus realize that there was something that even they were not comfortable with. Charlus stepping up to this task showed that it had something to do with family secrets. He remembered how his quest to achieve the Hallows had led him to the knowledge that Potters were actually Ignotus Peverell. Was it related to their ancestry. Mentally shaking himself he continued. " I won't presume to think that I should be allowed to know exactly what the matter is but if she she could join Hogwarts when she is fifteen for her OWL year and complete last three years of education here?"

Fleamont looked towards his brother who looked back. Both of them seemed to be having a silent conversation before the former looked back and replied. "I think that will be wonderful. She does want to come here quite desperately. Specially with everything James has told her of his experience." Euphemia huffed at that while Charlus covered his mouth with his right hand.

"Also, if you could keep this from everyone else Albus." Dorea stated tilting her head slightly towards the portrait of her ancestor. "You must have noticed that not many people even know of her birth."

"If that is what you want." Albus replied bowing his head.

As strange as the arrangement was, it seemed to have worked. He was still not any wiser about the reasons but he wondered if the spell and ritual that James' sister had dug out were actually resultant of those factors. He heard the tell tale sound of apparition and sobered up upon looking at the pair. Harry did not look good which heavily worried him. Then again, Dementors were not exactly a walk in the park, are they? Sighing heavily he walked towards them wand out to cast privacy charms.

Author's Note :-

Suggestion for any pairings are welcome on reviews as well as personal messages. The story will not feature any character bashing. Arguments will be there about character's flaw will indeed be there.