Chapter 43:
Neville let out a squeak, "A-a level—?"
"—Yeah, there's a Cerberus on the 3rd floor! Harry saw it," Terry interrupted excitedly. Harry hadn't known he was a creature enthusiast.
"I see," Neville said faintly. Harry was almost worried he would pass out.
"Are you really going to tell your aunt?" Harry asked Susan as the group made their way down to the lake.
"Yes. I think she would like to know; she's not been happy with Dumbledore since I told her—" Susan cut herself off and looked at Harry quickly.
"It's okay if you told her about my family. I should have expected it," Harry said, internally cheering. Slowly, but surely, he would ruin Dumbledore's carefully crafted image.
Susan smiled softly. "I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to betray you or anything, I just couldn't not tell her - she could help. With her job, I thought it would be okay," she explained, rambling in her fear.
"It's okay Susie, I'm not angry," Harry said, soothing her nerves. "But I don't understand why your aunt would be mad at Dumbledore for how my family treats me," he said, pretending to be confused.
"Well, when I wrote to her, she apparently went to work and looked up your file. Dumbledore has classified it and it took her some time to get a copy. Apparently, he's your magical guardian and he should have been checking up on you. That he didn't is bad as you're a known wizard, without even mentioning your status in our world," Susan explained. "She spoke to me about it over Christmas and told me it was strange. She promised to look into it more."
"Thank you," Harry said.
"It is strange, when you think about it," Neville commented.