AN: I have had this typed for a while and today I edited it a bit. It takes place before episode 8, and I have only seen season 1. Therefore, this is canon only through season 1 and through book 7 (not counting the epilogue).

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"We got a new guy," Charlie said as the three cons walked into the room. Shea and Erica shared a look.

"I thought we were a six man team," Lowery said while taking a seat near Julianne's desk. "Why did you bring in someone else?"

"He has talents we need," Ray answered walking in from Charlie's office. A short, dark haired man followed behind him. "His name's Harry." Harry stood next to Charlie; his eyes focused on the ground in front of him.

"Let me introduce everyone," Charlie quickly suggested. "That's Shea. The creepy one is Lowery," he pointed to each in turn. "Erica's over there, and the blonde is Julianne."

Harry looked up with his eyes looking past the team and focusing on the wall behind them. Julianne gasped at the brilliant green of his eyes. Erica hummed, and Lowery started analyzing the man. He was looking for any tell that might show Harry would ruin it for the rest of them. Shea noticed how effeminate Harry's face looked. His face held full lips and delicate cheek bones. His hair was pushed back away from his face; his hair was long almost shoulder length. Shea didn't think he looked a day over eighteen.

Harry gave a small smile and a little wave, "Hello." His voice was smooth and calm, not quite matching his nervous behavior.

"What's he doing here?" Shea asked, "He's only a kid."

"I'm not a kid," his voice had deepened to a near growl. "Plus, I have seen things you could only dream of in your worst nightmares."

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"God damn it Andy. He is my son; you can't do this to him!"

"He is not your son. You're just some kid his good-for-nothing dad favored."

"Do not refer to Remus like that. You know the problems he was going through."

"All I know is that bastard couldn't keep his paws off my daughter. She was thirteen years his junior. I don't want you to cause my family the same grief as he did."

"Please, Andy. Just let me talk to him," Harry raked his hand through his hair. "You can just put the phone on speaker and listen."

Andy huffed, but she still agreed, "Here he is."

"Daddy?" Teddy's voice was that of an excited seven year old.

"Hey, Teddy-boy. Are you having fun at Grandma Andy's?"

"I want you to come home Daddy."

"Oh cub, I can't come home yet."

"Please Daddy," his son pleaded.

"Teddy I can't. Ted I have to go. Please be good for Andy and I will call you next week," Harry felt wretched when Teddy didn't answer. "Okay kiddo. Bye. I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy," Teddy replied in a whisper. Harry hung up the phone, with a sigh.

"Hey Harry, we're leaving now," Lloyd was walking around the corner. Harry started, not expecting someone to come over.

"Oh, thanks," his voice was disinterested.

"Who was that?" Lloyd was leaning against the doorway.

"Uh, what?" Harry looked up.

"Who were you talking to?"

"My son," Harry had a small smile.

"Aren't you too young to have a son? You're like 18 maybe 19."

"I'm 25," Harry's voice is flat.

"Well, I can't say I'm not shocked."

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