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Harry laid on his bedroom's floor. At least it was fresher than the bed. He might try laying by the flower beds other day -the grass ought to be a respite of the heat wave. At least the occasional bug would distract him from the reminder of his so called friends hiding things from him. How would they like it if he kept a secret from them...
"Ahhh!" cried a high-pitched voice as a light flashed on the roof.
A small lump fell on the bed, wailing for all it was worth. He would be extremely lucky if the Dursley's hadn't heard.
Harry hurried over, throwing all caution to the wind. He raised his wand, spell at his lips.
The creature turned and met his eyes. Its whole face lit up.
"Daddy!" it wailed and threw its arms around Harry's neck. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what happened."
Harry awkwardly patted the child(?)'s back.
"Don't worry about it," he whispered, hoping the boy would follow his lead and quiet down. "Hey, mate, do you know where are your parents?"
The boy giggled. He looked up at Harry with all too familiar emeral eyes.
"You're here, silly."
Harry felt all the blood drain to his feet.
"I think you're confused, mate," he stuttered.
The boy shook his head and bithis lips, holding back more giggles.
Harry sat on the bed, giving rhe boy prime opportunity to climb on his lap.
"What happened before you fell here?" asked Harry, unsure of how much the child could fully understand the situation. How old could he be? 6? 4? 2?
The child's eyes watered.
"I'm sorry," he whimpered, gripping Harry's shirt.
"Don't worry, mate, it's alright, no one's mad," he reassured, tentatively rubbing the boy's back. "I just want to to know what happened."
The boy sniffed loudly, but looked up.
"Me and Vicky were playing hide and seek and I always find the best places." He paused expectantly.
The only thing Harry thought to say was, "of course."
The boy's face brightened up with a smile.
"So I went up to Aunt 'Mionie's office," he continued, "I wasn't gonna touch anything, I promise, I just didn't want Vicky to find me."
"Hey, hey, it's alright, I believe you," said Harry, if only to stop the tears in the making.
"I was gonna hide in the wardrobe, but something fell and I caught it! But it broke, but it wasn't me because I didn't squeeze it!"
Harry's stomach churned. "What fell?"
The boy pointed to the other side of the bed.
Sure enough, a broken time turner laid there, empty of any sand.
"Bloody hell," said Harry.
"Bloody hell," giggled the boy.