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A.N/: This is my first fic and I would really appreciate reviews or any type of recommendation you lovely readers are willing to give as long as they are constructive, if you find grammatical errors please do point them out to me, english is my second language so they will probably appear until I find a Beta. If you only want to rant over o bash my plot or decisions about it because it struck your fancy, none is demanding you to read it, just chill. This is a freeplace to enjoy and have fun!
Chapter one: Choices
In the smallest room in number four, Little Whinning Surrey, it could be heard the distressed whimpers of a dark haired youth, while a snowy white owl crooned from its perch on the bed. Suddenly bright green eyes opened tearing still dazed from the throes of the last nightmare.
It had been a week since his return from Hogwarts to his "loving" relative's home and he knew he was going crazy. His body was still recovering from his torture at the hands of Lord Voldemort and his mind….his mind kept on replaying Cedric's death at the final of the Triwizard Tournament, his frustrations only scaled at seeing The Prophet's posts. "BOY-WHO-LIVED-TO-SEEK-ATTETION", "POTTER: A DANGER TO SOCIETY", "DUMBLEDORE LOOSING HIS MARBLES" and so on and on. Not a fucking footnote on Voldemort's return. Ostriches the lot of them!
Sudden tiredness crept upon him.
Was it always going to be like this? Why did he have to solve magical Britain's problems? Why did he have to sacrifice shit for its fickle population? First it was his parents, this time it was Cedric…How many more people did he have to give up for them to leave him in peace.
He only wanted to be Harry, just Harry. None savior, messiah nor golden boy. Was that too much to ask?
Hedwing nibbled his fingers trying to gain his attention and remind him, he still has someone in his corner. His so called friends had not contacted him, none had let him know what was going on. He wouldn't have a fucking clue of what was going on if it not for Dobby, to whom he had started to employ before leaving Hogwarts. He brought him food, and the news. He would be worst if not for him. Dobby had been taking care of him away from prying eyes, while he was too depressed or tired after a sleepless night to do so.
His memories returned to the attic cleaning and Dobby's finding.
Charlie Swan
Who was cousin to his late mother's.
Was it worth a shot? The banged clock on his bedside table said it was 3 am, taking in account the time difference to Forks, Washington, it would be only 7pm over there. He didn't know anything other than the man was family and lived in U.S. It was reckless, but he had to try.
He couldn't continue drowning in what if's. It was time to take his own decisions, to take on his risks. No more bending to other's will. Dumbledore thought it prudent and imperative for him to recharge the blood wards at his relative's house? Even when Voldemort did take his blood for his Houdini act. Well no more. If he was going to die, it would be on his own terms!
With a last asserting nod, he reached to the telephone address. Please, if you are looking out for me, let this work he prayed to his parents. He gathered Hedwing close and whispered "Go, if this works we might not come back here. Rest near London and search for me in Three days." He let her go through the window until only a white speck on the dark sky remained.
He considered sending her to his friends' houses but they might suspect something and let Albus too many names Dumbledore know. As for Sirius and Remus, it would be too much to ask them to take care of her when they probably had other things to worry.
He took a deep breath before venturing down stairs and reaching for the phone.
Charlie Swan was a family man, who despite his wishes had divorced the woman whom he believed to be the woman of his dreams, and had a teenage daughter he barely knew. Indeed, Charlie felt his age creeping unannounced on his bones. He felt alone arriving to a house that he used to love and now was a museum to the good times. When Bella was just a toddler and Renee still loved him. He shook his head of those cobwebs. He loved Forks. It was a small community, with a green forest and too much rain; but it was lovely none the same. He loved the life he had made for himself here, but he still felt too alone in his own house.
He heard the phone ring and left his beer and pizza in favor of answering it.
"Hello. This is Charlie Swan speaking" He answered gruffily.
"Hallo. Good evening, My name is Harry Potter…uhm, I am not sure if you remember my mom. Lily Evans?" asked a shy young voice from the other side.
Bright red hair and green eyes flashed in his mind, one of the big family reunions he used to attend when his grandparents were alive. Family, his mind replied.
"Yeah, how is she?" He asked.
"Dead, been that way for about thirteen years now" The boy's voice answered quietly "My parents, James and Lily Potter nee Evans were murdered in a terrorist attack back in the 90's that plagued UK. I have been living with my mother's sister Petunia? Now Petunia Dursley, but ….bloody hell" He exaled his breath, feeling a stinging sensation behind his eyes, he breathed deeply once again. Give me strength, he prayed "We don't really get along, I was cleaning a few things and found your contact info from grandma's agenda. It feels really bad doing this, but I was wondering if I could stay with you" He rushed "Look, I know you don't know anything about me, don't have reasons to put up with me…but" the line went quiet.
Charlie grew concerned hearing the cracks in the boy's voice. He had seen cases like that from the police station, and could tell how much it cost the boy ask. He is family, his thoughts wandered.
"It's ok" He gentled his voice "I have the space and wouldn't mind the company, you ARE family"
"Are you sure?" Harry asked with certain fragility he had tried to keep from leaking to his voice.
"Yeah. Do you have paper? I am going to give you my contact cellphone and work phone at the station, Do you need help with anything? Plane tickets? Visa? Let me know." He answered more sure of himself that he had believed himself to be. He didn't know this kid, but he had reached for him, and he would be dammed if he didn't help him.
"I am ready" Harry answered ignoring the few tears that had escaped him and were rolling down his cheeks. He took notes of the info and how to arrive, his address and contact info. Charlie Swan happened to be Chief police officer of a small town in Forks, Washington and he also happened to be family willing to take him in. You ARE family, resounded in his mind.
