Harry Potter's Real Dad

Iris stared intently the cabinets, her face scrunching in concentration. Harry watched for a few seconds before crossing his arms and glaring at Iris. Iris huffed in frustration, glanced at Harry, then focused on the cabinet again. Her fists clenched at her sides and her brows furrowed more.

"Come on . . ." she growled under her breath.

Suddenly, a glass slid across the paper slider in the cabinet. Harry lowered his arms and watched surprised as the glass slid again, closer to the edge of the cabinet this time. It clanked against the door.

"Wow," Harry said. "You're doing that?"

Iris smirked but didn't answer. She kept staring at the glass that was tapping against the cabinet door's glass. She flexed and clenched her fists again, willing the door to open and for the glass to come to her. Suddenly, the cabinet doors flew open and all the glassware came crashing down on the two kids, shattering, and sending shards flying through the air.

Harry and Iris screamed.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs and they came running for the kitchen. An older, plump lady in a strange dress-like costume burst into the kitchen, another stick, no, a wand, in her hand and at the ready.

"What happened?" she shouted. "Oh dear, Iris, are you okay? Don't move, you might cut yourself. Oh . . ."

The woman stared at Harry for a minute, blinking at him.

"Hello, dear," she said. "Who are you?"

"This is Harry," Iris said, brushing glass off herself and wincing at the scratches on her arms. "He accidentally came over here in the floo."

Harry hid the picture behind his back, afraid this woman might take it away from him.

"Harry." Iris smiled at him as she gestured to the woman. "This is Addie. She's my nanny."

"Hi," Harry offered a small wave.

Addie waved back before flicking her wand at the mess on the floor and it all vanished.

"Come kids," she motioned for them to come to her. "Let me look you over and get you all cleaned up. Then, I'm calling your father, Iris."

Iris huffed but walked over to Addie. Harry hesitated. Would this man actually claim to be his father as well? He didn't really want to meet this mystery man. He was confused, and the only life he had ever known was trapped in a fireplace somewhere. He glanced down at the picture of his parents. His family was gone. He only had the Dursleys left. And he had to get back to them.

"Come, dear," Addie said, waving him forward once more. "I want to make sure you've got no glass in you."

"Come on, Harry," Iris encouraged.

Harry followed Iris and Addie out of the kitchen and to a large bathroom, keeping just behind the two. Addie said something strange as she swished her wand and a small, silvery meerkat appeared and sat on its hind legs and listened. Harry watched fascinated.

"Severus Snape, there has been an incident with Iris, and you are needed home urgently," Addie told the meerkat. She shooed it away. "Run along."

The meerkat darted away and vanished through the bathroom wall.

Addie turned her attention on the two kids sitting on the edge of the tub.

She looked over Iris first.

"What happened in there?" she asked as she began using her wand to carefully pull pieces of glass out of Iris's arm.

"I was showing Harry that magic is real," Iris said, hissing as a rather large piece was pulled from her bicep. "He didn't believe me, so I was trying to make a glass come down to me but instead all the glasses came."

"I've told you not to try to encourage your magic, it is unpredictable at your age. Occasional accidents are one thing, but purposely trying to create disaster . . ."

"I wasn't trying to create disaster. Just get a glass."

"You're going to give me more grey hairs on my head, young lady."

"Your hair is already grey."

"Well, it's going white!"

Harry sat in silence, staring down at his picture. He listened to the two talk while wondering what the fastest way might be out of the house before this Severus Snape character arrived. These people were strange. If Aunt Petunia were here, she'd have a lot to say about these freaky things happening. But Addie and Iris treated it like it was an everyday occurrence.

"Looks like that's all of them," Addie said, giving Iris one last look over. "Your father will have something more for it, I'm sure."

"Can't you just put some healing salve on it or something? Did you have to call him?"

"You know he likes to be told when you get injured. And this isn't a scraped knee, young lady, you were playing around with your magic again and broke several of his dishes. And . . ." Addie jerked her head toward Harry.

Harry didn't move. Addie kneeled in front of him and smiled.

"Hello, dearie," she said, gently taking his wrist and pulling his arm out to look over. "I'm going to make sure you haven't any glass in your skin. My wand will pull any out if you do, but you'll hardly feel it. Anywhere hurt in particular?"

Harry shrugged. Nowhere on him hurt. Addie tsked at the small pieces of glass her wand managed to find and pull out of his arms. Addie glanced at his legs, then looked at Harry's back and gasped. Harry looked tried to look at his back too but couldn't see anything. Iris swung her head around and her eyes widened at the large piece of a wine glass stem embedded into Harry's shoulder.

"Bloody hell," Iris said, "you didn't feel that?"

"Language, Iris!" Addie snapped as she studied the glass in Harry's shoulder. She hovered her wand over it while she had an internal debate on what the right move might be here.

Footsteps came running down the hall and into the bathroom.

A tall man in a black dress-like material stopped in the doorway, his shoulder length black hair a bit frazzled.

"What happened? Is Iris all right? Do we need a healer? Is there . . ."

The man trailed off as his eyes fell on Harry and he stared for a long, intense minute.