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Harry took a deep breath, recomposing his features. "I didn't mean to cry."
Tony turned back forward, putting the car in gear. "There's nothing wrong with an occasionally
tear," he said mildly. "Tears are cathartic."
Tony paused and watched Harry as he massaged the boy's shoulder, reassuringly. He waited
patiently as Harry regained his composure. When he was sure that the wave had crested, Tony gave
a deep sigh. "I remember once when I was young, how much better I felt after having a good cry
when I lost a good friend," he said quietly.
Harry looked at Tony with a concerned expression. "Was he family? Or a good friend?"
Tony shook his head. "He was more than that. He was my goldfish, Goldie," he said with a straight
face.
Harry burst out in giggles.
Tony turned and gave Harry a mock severe look. "It's not funny. I was four years old. How was I
supposed to know that you weren't supposed to pet a goldfish?"
Harry began laughing out loud, and Tony finally joined him. "Oh...tis a cruel one, you are, Harry
Potter."
* * *
When Tony and Harry arrived at the vicarage, Harry was surprised to see several workmen in
overalls swarming all over the outside of the house. They seemed to have meters in their hands with
short antennae attached. It was only when he got close that he saw those antennae were unusually
thick and made out of wood.
A large black man in overalls walked over to Harry and shook his hand. "Harry Potter, we meet at
last, mon," the man said with the oddest accent he had ever heard. It sounded like a mixture of
British, French Creole and a little bit a Jamaica thrown in.
"Uh...how do you do?" he stammered.
The man beamed. "Well, well, well. I've been hearing about you since you showed up at Hogwarts.
I'm Cyrus Jordan, Lee's pa-pa," he said with a broad smile.
Harry's face broke out in a grin. "Wow! It's great to meet you, too, Mr. Jordan! Your son is one of
the funniest people I ever met in my life. He is so cool!"
Cyrus leaned his head back and laughed heartily. "Well, that boy is a handful. But I'll tell him you
say hey. 'Course I can't tell him where I've seen you, but he'll be happy anyway."
Harry introduced Cyrus to Tony. Strowbridge was very interested in what the workmen were doing.
"We're what are called aurors," Cyrus said with a smile. "I make sure they all look the part of
nonmagical folk. But they're putting up wards...protections against magical intrusion," he explained.
He turned to Harry. "No need to worry. Only the four of us, plus Dumbledore, know you are here.
And the other three here have lost family members to You-Know-Who, so I don't think there's
much chance of betrayal. The plan is for you to stay here until we pick you up on August 31 to pick
up your supplies. Then you stay with your friends at the Leaky Cauldron until the Hogwarts
Express come by. So don't go owling your friends that you're here. Just tell them you've been
moved to a safe house for the summer. They'll understand when you meet up with them in
September. Even if You-Know-Who figures out you were with them Dursleys, he'll find them gone
soon as can be. Then he'll figure out you moved but never suspect you're with good people who
used to be strangers just a few blocks away."
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