Summary:
The man grinned as he picked up the damaged soul and, with a twinkle in his eyes disappeared with a pop seconds before Harry Potter opened his eyes. The only thing in his way was a family of witches from a different world, and the only way that family will win is if they accepted their lost child.
Disclaimer:
The characters and the situations within these fan fiction stories are not the property of the authors. They are the property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, and others, and are used without permission; challenge to copyright is not intended and should not be construed.
Author's Notes:
As it has been a while since I last read any of Rowling's works, some of the characters may be a bit OOC. The language at times may be a bit off as well since I am American and not British. I will write this story to the best that I am able; however, any offers for betas would be appreciated.
Lost Child
Chapter 1: The Letter
A thick white fog stretched across the streets of the city, encouraging residents to enjoy the comfort of their warm, brightly- lit houses on a cool Saturday morning, just a few days before Thanksgiving. Across the street from 1329 Prescott Street, a young man stood fidgeting slightly with the straps of a warn leather pack in the cool morning air. He was neatly dressed in a dark green cashmere sweater that brought out the not quite emerald color of his eyes, long black slacks with slightly worn leather boots showing beneath the hem, and the rough leather pack that rested easily on one shoulder. Actually, if one could ignore the wild black hair that caressed the bottom of his neck and the equally interesting dragon scale and feather earring dangling from one ear, the only thing out of ordinary about the young man was his pack, and, perhaps, his method of arrival.
After taking several deep breaths an patting his back pocket to make sure a long whit envelope was still in place, the young man straightened his shoulders and crossed there street, pausing only momentarily on the porch before ringing the doorbell of the three story manner house; all the while cursing himself for insisting that he come alone rather than accepting Hermione's offered support. With a barely noticeable sigh, the young man pressed the buzzer once more before taking a step back and forcing a smile, which looked a lot like his father's come-and-get-me grin, hearing several raised voices approaching from inside the house. "Hi,I'm Harry,Harry Potter.I was looking for Piper Halliwell." Harry said, having to tilt his head slightly to lookup at the guy that had opened the door. It wasn't that he was short per say, but at 6'3" the guy still had a good three inches on him.
After a brief nod of acknowledgement, the door was closed in Harry's face, only to be opened again moments later by the same guy. Harry had to force himself not to chuckle as he had heard the whole yelled conversation from his side of the door. "Mom said she's going to be just a few minutes, but your welcome to come on in and wait." The giant said before rather reluctantly stepping to the side and allowing Harry enough room to squeeze through the doorway and into the entrance hall. "The family room is this way; you can wait there if you like." Harry's lumbering, okay so maybe he didn't actually lumber, guide stated, turning the question into a command. "Mypleasure,pleasedoleadonmate." Harry said with a smirk, drawing out his British accent in an effort to irritate the young man and getting a scowl in response. "So, this is some lovely weather you've got here. Almost like a home away from home, without all the rain." Harry chatted idly, though his guide only grunted in response, as he walked into the living room, taking note of the antiques and homely feel of the house. A grunt later the other guy walked out of the room without bothering to introduce himself leaving Harry alone. "Well that was fun,"the green eyed man muttered to himself, setting his bag on the floor and sinking into a corner of the plush couch that sat in the middle of the room.
Harry spent the few minutes he was alone mentally reviewing the information about the family he had received from, and trying to match the names of the family members with the voices he was hearing from other parts of the house. 'Mr.Hostile would be Wyatt, based on the description. From the sarcastic yet playful tone I would say that he is the younger brother...Chris I think...Yes, it is Chris, and that would be their father, Leo. Man, I hope Mrs. Halliwell shows up soon, I am about ready tol eave this place. I don't need a family anyways.' Harry's runaway thoughts were cut short however, as a petite brunette stepped through the doorway and into the room. "Hi, I'm Piper Halliwell. How may I help you Mr.Potter? That is your name, right?" She said walking over to Harry and holding her hand out as he stood. "Please, Mrs. Halliwell, call me Harry. I am still to young to be Mr. Potter. I am sorry to stop in on your family so early and without notice, but I was afraid...I mean I wanted to stop by before I had to be at work." Harry said pulling the letter from his back pocket and fiddling with it before sitting back down on the couch at her gesture. "About five months ago, I came in to my inheritance. Prior to this all accounts had been put on hold, I guess you can say, by my guardian as he didn't want me to worry about any family obligations until he felt I was old enough to manage them." Harry, a quick look of disquiet crossed Harry's face as he paused briefly, holding up a hand as Piper opened her mouth."I am sorry, I know I am rambling a bit, but I wanted to explain somethings first. You see, I found this letter in the safe deposit box my father shared with my mum. I have a vague idea of what it might be about, but, to be honest, I don't even know who the letter is from." Harry said, passing the letter to the older woman. "I wanted to deliver it in person, so that I could apologize for the delay in getting it to you." Harry continued as he stood and slung his pack back onto his shoulder. "I'll take my leave of you now Mrs. Halliwell. Oh, here is my information, should you feel the need to contact me about anything. Please have a good day, I'll show myself out." Harry said with an odd hand movement as Piper started to stand, laying a fine white business card on the edge of a side table he placed on his way out of the room.
Piper watched as the young man left the room. That certainly had not been what she had been expecting, not that she had necessarily been expecting anything in particular, but still...Piper could only sit there shaking her head in shock as she heard the front door close. Piper fingered the envelope nervously as she tried to recall meeting someone with the name Potter. Coming up blank, Piper slid one nail beneath the edge of the flap and eased the envelope open.