Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is the people who have come alive. Howard Thurman
You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose; oh yeah, I don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural.
Running Away
I can't remember Anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel the scream
This terrible silence stops me
Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me
One- Metallica
Mike Williams suddenly sat bolt upright. His bare toned chest heaved up and down with his panted breaths. A cold sweat made his skin shimmer in the moon light. Mike's wild deep green eyes flickered around the shabby room quickly. As if seeing the rotting corpses that haunt his dreams. Slowly he calmed his breathing and racing heart. Gathering his wits he realized where he was, in his apartment not the bloodied battlefield that Hogwarts was the last time he was there. Mike's eyes flashed to the door on his left and stared at it for a few moments; when nothing happened he sent a muttered 'thank-you' to Merlin for silencing charms. There was no reason that he should be aware of his nightmares.
Mike stood from the over used green sofa he used as a bed and made his way towards the attached kitchen. He went to the cupboard and pulled out a glass ignoring the ones depicting Spongebob and other cartoon characters for one that was clear. Pulling the glass out he pivoted to the sink, turned on the cold water and filled the glass halfway.
He raised it to his dry lips and then lowered it without taking a sip. Mike looked at the glass with is emerald green eyes seemingly mesmerized by the ordinary object to an outsider, but internally Mike was trying to distract himself from the nightmare that had awoken him moments before. It amazed Mike what a debate a simple thing like a glass filled halfway could provide. It apparently divided the world into two, pessimists and optimists. Is the glass half full or half empty? So, what did that make people like him? Those who do not believe it is half-full or half-empty, but simply halfway?
He sighed setting the glass down with a ker-plunk on the counter with the other dirty dishes that had been stacked. It seemed that even now he couldn't escape his past, the nightmares plagued him here in this no named town in Ohio just the same as they did in England. But there were differences. There he had friends no matter how over barring and annoying they had been. Also, he had gone by a different name there. Then there was the fact that he had bounced from the normal world where he lived with abusive relatives to the magical world where a psychotic serial killer and his minions bent on world domination were determined to have his head on a platter.
Yes, Mike Williams once upon a time was Harry Potter and had a very exciting life. It had been difficult and yet simple. He missed those he left, but could not delude himself into believing that they missed him.
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"It's your fault that Fred's dead!" Ginny Weasley yelled her face an odd mixture of bright red and pale white. "You gave yourself up to be killed, but had to wait until after my brother died," she sobbed choking on the last word.
Harry said nothing; he just listened to her rant feeling the knife in his gut twist a little more with each and every accusation she made. He could not object, could not voice a single protest. Harry lacked the voice and even the will to defend himself. Mostly because the exact accusations that flowed so easily from her mouth were the exact same ones that he himself had thought of and kept him up until the wee hours of the morning when exhaustion claimed him, and nightmares beset him. The same accusations that, he had wrestled with for weeks and in some cases years.
"Ginny," Hermione protested weakly. So, weakly that Harry knew that she agreed with Ginny, he certainly did.
Ginny ignored her and continued to rage at him. It went on and on for what felt like hours until…
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" She finally demanded as she finished. "What excuse do you have for yourself?"
Harry looked at her through pained eyes and shook his head. He had no right to even attempt to justify himself. Her family had been torn apart because of him. He turned and walked away.
Later that night, or more accurately early the next morning around three o'clock Harry packed his bag. He knew they would all be better without him. Harry was the reason they had been through hell. He hurt them so much, and he didn't want to hurt them anymore so he was going to leave. There was just one thing he had to do first before he left forever. Sometimes he wondered if it would have been better for everyone if he had just never been born.
Harry grabbed his rucksack and went out to the Burrow's back yard and disapparated. He reappeared outside of Andromeda Tonks' house. He stood there in the front yard just staring at the white and blue house before he stepped on to the porch. He cast an unlocking charm and opened the door.
He crept as silently as he could inside, up the stairs, and to the room at the end of the hall. Harry opened the door and stepped into the nursery. Harry walked over to the crib. He peered into the crib and looked at the sleeping baby.
Teddy looked so peaceful, like an angle. As he slept his features morphed into how he was born. His face was heart shaped like his mother, but his sandy brown hair and chocolate eyes were his father's gifts to the little boy.
He had promised himself when Remus had named him godfather that he would always be there for the little boy until he died, but it looked like he was going to break that promise. Teddy would be better off without him any way. All he did was hurt the people around him or even worse get them killed. It was like he was cursed. Haha, he scoffed to himself. Maybe that killing curse did more than just leave him with a scar and a horocrux?
"You're leaving," A female voice stated from behind him.
"I…" Harry started as he turned to face the little boy's grandmother. "Andy, I can't stay."
She nodded, she knew he had been through a lot and the war had changed him, but she was afraid for him. She saw him as he slowly slipped into depression. Andy was terrified that if he left, that without his friends watching him, he would in fact commit suicide. Andy knew that Harry needed a reason to go on, "You can't stay, and I can't raise him."
He looked at her surprised, "But…" Harry intended to refuse, after all Teddy would be better off without him. However, Andy cut him off.
"No buts, take Teddy with you. You'll take good care of him."She picked up the diaper bag verifying that it was packed and then handed it over. She hoped that the two boys would one day return. The young man took the baby reluctantly and left not even realizing that it was July 31st, his 18th birthday.
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Mike was sure that Teddy would have been fine with his grandmother, but he also knew that even today ten years after the fact, that the little boy was his one and only reason of being. Mike had no friends here. He didn't socialize. His main objective was to take care of Teddy, so when the child started school six years ago he needed something to keep him from going mad. He started out taking a few classes to round out what he had learned when he had gone to muggle primary school. Mike studied for two years before getting into mixed martial arts. By now after four years of study added with his instincts sharpened from a war, a war hinged on his survival, he was a formidable opponent. He had also learned meditation, an art he found that made Occlumencey much easier.
"Daddy?" Came the small boy's sleep ridden voice as he stepped out of the apartment's only bedroom. Mike looked out of the window above the sink startled to see the sun had risen.
"Morning Teddy, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Dippy eggs?" He requested referring to over easy.
"Sure thing cub," Mike often used cub as a term of endearment for the little boy. He thought it was only right considering his father was a werewolf.
Mike pulled out a few eggs and some bread for toast before starting their breakfast. "I'll get the paper," Teddy yelled already on his way to the door.
Loneliness and guilt ate away at Mike day in and out. Guilt from not being smart or fast enough to save so many of those that died. Guilt from taking Teddy away from his grandmother. Guilt from fleeing to a country with little to no magical government preventing Teddy from learning about his heritage save what Mike was able to teach him.
He was brought out of his depressed thoughts by the ten year-old tossing the paper on the table and sat in his normal chair. He did his best to hide from Teddy just how truly broken he was.
Mike set a glass of cran-apple juice in front of him shortly followed by a plate loaded with eggs, toast, tomato, and bacon. Mike took his seat across from Teddy with a cup of earl grey and some toast with jam.
"Don't forget to take your potion," Mike reminded his surrogate son. It was a potion that had taken quite some time for Mike to find. It was specially made for young metamorphi but seeing as metamorphi were rare, the potion was even more so.
Mike had lucked into it during their travels before they had settled down in Ohio. For the first several years after they left England they moved around from place to place never staying in one place longer than a week. The first few months had been some of the hardest for Harry. It was before he took up his pseudonym. Before he buried his memories of the war, and before he had adjusted to taking care of a child.
"Come on kiddo, let's get you to school." Mike hated taking him to school. It was selfish of him to want to keep Teddy with him at all times. He was his one saving grace, the one thing that made him feel better, and the only thing that kept him going, but Teddy need friends and an education. It was good for Teddy to be around others so Mike would just have to suck it up.
"M'k," Teddy said as he dashed into his room to grab his book bag."Can I ride the bus home?" he asked. As Mike hesitated, Teddy jumped in, "Please, Justin and Zack both ride the bus and… and…"
Mike waved his hand to cut off his explanation of why he wanted to ride the bus, "You can ride the bus IF you come straight home. No stopping anyplace, no goofing around, no…"
"Okay I get it I'll come straight home, promise. Jeezz you're so paranoid." And he had reason to be, Mike thought. After all you're not really paranoid if they really are out to get you, but Teddy didn't know about any of that. Another reason to feel guilty Mike thought disgusted with himself. He had always hated it when people kept things from him and here he was doing the same thing to Teddy and he despised himself for it.
After Mike dropped Teddy at the primary school he went to the dojo to practice fighting. Hopefully he would be able to work out some of his ever growing frustration.
"Hey Izzy" Mike greeted the receptionist.
"Hey Mike," she giggled. He knew she had a crush on him. Mike wasn't oblivious he knew about the looks he attracted, and while he hadn't been in a relationship since Ginny Weasley that didn't mean that he was celibate. Though he was careful to make sure that none of the women he had been with had any contact with Teddy.
Mike quickly did a warm up before sparing with one of the other instructors. He was dripping with sweat by the time eleven o'clock rolled around. He taught 2 to 3 year olds every morning at 11. It was super basic and more of keeping them occupied while their mother's gossiped than anything else.
During practice his thoughts drifted off to the disappearances that had been occurring around the local bakery shop. He had been struggling with himself for days. Part of him wanted to find out what was going on and stop it, this he supposed was his 'saving people thing'. The other part wanted to grab Teddy and get as far away from whatever it was as possible. Running was never something he had been inclined to do until after he killed Voldemort, and he had been running ever since.
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"Come on Teddy, we'll only be a few minutes late. I bet your dad won't even notice," Justin told his friend.
"I don't know," Teddy hesitated his dad seemed to notice everything no matter how minuscule.
"We'll just stop and get some cookies; we can even eat them on the way."
"Yea, okay" Teddy agreed reluctantly biting his lower lip.
They joked around the whole way there. Got their snacks, and then Zack told them he knew a short cut. As they walked through an alley Justin fell back behind the other boys.
Suddenly he let out a bone chilling scream. A second later he was silenced forever by the crack that broke his neck killing him instantly.
"No," Teddy whispered horrified as he backed away. Then just as quickly a transparent middle aged man with a pot belly and an evil face reached out and grabbed Zack and snapped his neck as well.
"No," Ghosts weren't supposed to kill people. The ghost grabbed him its cold clammy fingers wrapping around his jaw bone. He was unable to think, frozen with fear.
Then there was a very loud bang and Teddy fell to the ground and the ghost disappeared.
"You okay kid," asked the gruff voice of a man.
a/n: So what do you think should I continue?