Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

A peaceful night passed, and I got up early in the morning, feeling a bit guilty and nervous thinking about the possibility of facing Harry and Barty.

I carefully opened the door and went downstairs. Little Barty had gotten up earlier than me and was making breakfast in the kitchen. I could already smell the delicious aroma wafting over.

"Good morning, Gavin." I greeted him habitually. When I estimated that it was almost time for breakfast, I went back upstairs and knocked on Harry's door.

A sound immediately came from the room, and it took almost a minute for Harry to open the door, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Breakfast is ready." I tried to speak in a calm but not unfamiliar tone, and took Harry downstairs, afraid that he would feel awkward.

Little Barty had already prepared everything. Three identical, steaming hot breakfasts were laid out on the table. Hearing us come downstairs, he looked up at us, his eyes filled with smiles and concern.

I guided Harry to sit down, and then sat in the last empty seat. Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, I took the initiative to start a conversation.

“As I introduced you yesterday, this is my family member and guardian, Gavin Griffin.”

"Guardian?" Harry looked over, probably puzzled.

“To be precise, I’m a friend of Claire’s parents, and I’m not related to Claire by blood. However, her parents asked me to take care of their daughter, so I’m her current guardian.” Barty Jr. immediately chimed in, “You can just call me Gavin, or can I just call you Harry?”

“No problem.” Harry and Barty started chatting.

“Claire explained the situation to me yesterday, and she’s right. We can’t just watch a child as young as you be treated like this by your relatives.” Barty was very considerate; his expression remained sincere and gentle, and every step he took seemed to genuinely care about Harry.

“First, we need to make sure you have any other relatives or adults with sufficient status…” Little Barty said. “If you can’t accept living with them, you’ll have to find another guardian.”

"Regarding this issue, you could consider writing a letter to the relevant department of the Ministry of Magic. No matter where you are, the punishment for child abuse is very severe. If that doesn't work, you could consider publishing a notice in the newspaper. The Ministry of Magic shouldn't let something like Muggles abusing young wizards happen under the public's nose. However, this method could easily affect your reputation, so it's best not to use it."

"Or you could talk to the headmaster of Hogwarts and see if you can stay at school during the summer vacation, instead of having to stay with your guardian. I think there have been similar cases in Hogwarts' history..."

Barty the Young One truly lived up to his reputation as a mature adult, offering advice that was more comprehensive and insightful than anything we had considered. Harry's eyes lit up, as if he had seen hope again, and the slight fear in his eyes gradually faded away.

After the discussion, he excitedly thanked me and Little Barty.

I propped my face up with my hand, feeling that this scene was inexplicably absurd and a bit of a hellish joke.

However, in a sense it can also be described as heartwarming?

The three of us began to enjoy our breakfasts. Barty's cooking not only won over my stomach but also Harry's, who hadn't had such freshly made, warm food in a long time.

After we finished eating, Barty cleared the table. I was worried that Harry would feel lost if he had nothing to do, so I invited him to visit my backyard where I farm.

"Claire, you're amazing!" Harry exclaimed in surprise at the neatly organized yard. I immediately smiled and declined, saying that Gavin had been the one tidying it up for me.

“But I did grow those herbs. I put in a lot of effort to grow them like this.” I shared my planting manual with Harry. “To be honest, it was really hard work. I feel anxious if I don’t check the planting manual every day, afraid that I will kill them if I’m not careful. Fortunately, Gavin has always supported me.”

I gave Harry a makeshift Herbalism lesson, a "Home Tutor" version of Claire's Herbalism class. After he broke a sweat, we went back inside. Harry was visibly much more comfortable and less clumsy.

This was different from his work at the Dursleys' house; one was forced labor, the other was learning out of interest... Well, he wasn't necessarily that interested, but the light work certainly made him feel much better.

I took Harry to the study and had him bring Hedwig over too, so the poor owl could get some fresh air. I also fed it some of the jerky I had prepared for Hazel.

Perhaps due to her size, Hedwig was clearly a little afraid of Hazel, but they were fine when they were far apart and both owners were present. I casually stroked the snow-white Hedwig a few times.

Come to think of it, I didn't even know Hazel's gender until now...

Later, I specifically looked up animal encyclopedias for Hazel, flipping through them again and again, and finally determined, after checking various information about owls, that Hazel is probably, possibly, maybe...

Harry was very enthusiastic about interacting with the two owls, while Hazel didn't pay much attention to him, but he didn't show any impatience either.

Finally, I let Harry pick any book to read. Besides materials and textbooks, I also have many novels here. We took advantage of the peaceful time and sat quietly in our respective seats reading together.

Little Barty is back too.

I had expected some intense conflict or some hidden danger that had to be addressed—but in fact, the whole day was quite peaceful, not much different from any other day like mine.

After dinner, Barty casually brought up the topic of renovating the backyard with me, and when he learned that Harry had visited, he asked him if he had any suggestions.

Harry wasn't completely open yet, but he was answering my and Barty's questions seriously, trying to join in our conversation.

Hedwig and Hazel were cleaning their wings and bodies with their mouths and claws, glancing at us every now and then. Finding no danger, they would lower their heads again to wash their faces.

Three days passed like this.

On the third night, instead of driving their magical car, the Weasley twins came knocking on our door with their somewhat boisterous younger brother, Ron.

I opened the door, and then involuntarily looked up.

"Is this Claire's house?" the twins greeted in unison, but after only a few seconds of being serious, they immediately became playful again. "Harry must be here."

“We saw your owl, and it brought us here,” George said.

"I knew it was you who rescued Harry the moment I saw you." Fred grinned, and when he saw me looking up, he even gestured with his hand to indicate my height.

I:"……"

How presumptuous.

I tried to keep a straight face, but I messed it up and ended up smiling instead.

Ron poked his head out from the side, looking somewhat anxiously at Harry's figure.

At the same time, Harry popped up next to me, looking at Ron with a mixture of excitement and surprise.

Because he had previously said he would assess the situation and be prepared for the reappearance of the house-elf named Dobby, Harry hadn't written to Ron and Hermione, which is why he was so shocked by the Weasley brothers' appearance.

"Want to come to our house?" the Weasley twins asked, seeing that I didn't say anything, they knew I didn't object.

Harry's wand and flying broomstick were already back with me. I used a unlocking spell to take care of them, and I also put some scary things inside before locking it again.

Harry can pack his bags and leave at any time now.