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Harry woke the day of his release was surprised when the minister came to his cell. He suffered one more round the man's hands, before two aurors were ordered to apperate him somewhere, nowhere specific, and to leave him there.
The men did as they were told, finally removing the magic dampening cuffs that should have been removed the moment he entered his cell. The cells of Azkaban were designed to slowly absorb a wizards magic, so as not to warp their core on the off chance that they are one day found innocent. The cuffs on the other hand force the magic back into the core, and if worn too long can have devastating affects on the core. That was the theory at least, as no one had been willing to risk it until he'd been arrested.
He was deposited in an alley somewhere, and he knew they meant to leave him for dead, but insted he was found by some of the local homeless people, and left on the doorstep of a hospital.
There he was nursed back to health, and when he was strong enough, stole some clothes from a doctor's locker, commandeered a wheelchair, and busted himself out, knowing he would never be able to pay the bill.
That is how he'd ended up living on the streets the last 6 months. He supported himself by begging on street orners, as people took pity on him after seeing his mangled up legs, courtesy of the prison guards and inmates, as he sat in the wheelchair. He still remembered the devastation he felt when the doctors told him he'd never walk again, that the bones in his legs were broken in so many places that they couldn't be put back together, and even if they had, they would have been too weak to hold him. Not only that though, the spell the guards liked to use on his legs, a crushing hex, had also caused muscle death in them, leaving him with very little feeling in them.
It was on the streets that he met the people who would turn his life around and lead him back to an old friend.
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Harry had just wheeled himself around the corner, he was just a few blocks from the homeless shelter he normally stayed at when he was too tired to try and sleep on the streets, and just wanted a goodnight sleep. He almost ignored it when he heard the struggle, but his hero complex won out as he made his way toward the alley where he heard the sounds of the struggle coming from.
He found a man holding a struggling woman, but the truly suprising thing was that the man was manipulating a ball of fire in the palm of his hand. He could see the fear in the woman's eyes as the man kept bringing the fireball closer to her face, then pulling it back, taunting her with it. He enjoyed watching the shock on both of their faces when suddenly the fireball turned into a ball of water.
He'd found out that the cuff he'd worn for six years had warped his core so much that all he had to do was will his magic to do something, and it would comply. It seemed his luck hadn't worn out, just been dormant, as the cuff could have just as easily left him a squib.
The girl recovered first, and threw her elbow back into the man's stomach, causing him to release her. She then flung her hand through the air, and a jagged piece of metal flew straight into the man's stomach causing him to burst into flames. This left Harry to wonder if he had just helped the wrong person.
"You killed him," He could only stare at the woman in shock, not at her use of magic, he'd stopped being suprised by that a long time ago. Had he known she was just going to turn around and murder the man he never would have helped her.
"And he would have killed both of us if I hadn't," the woman seemed to understand his apprehension, as she spoke gently to him, "He was a demon, and I mean that literally, not figuratively. I'm a witch, like you, and as you know we fight demons to protect innocents."
"I'm sure you can tell that I'm a boy, so obviously I'm a wizard, and how come I've never heard anything about demons, they definitely weren't covered in school." Harry glared at the girl, wondering if she was just messing with him, and trying to lie her way out of a murder charge. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was lying; he may not have remembered committing his crimes, but he had still taken responsibility for them, and served his sentence.
"That explains a lot actually, my boyfriend is a wizard as well, though he needs a wand to do magic. You should have seen his face the first time he saw one of us vanquish a demon, we found out that day that he was a force to be reckoned with." It was clear, just by the look on her face that she adored this boyfriend of hers, and he was glad to hear that his reaction was normal. "I've heard of people going into battle mode, but until that day never truly understood what they were talking about. He had his wand in hand, and was firing spells, though nothing too harmful, and all before we even realized he'd reached for it. He told us later that his friend had taught him to fight like that. Though what really shocked us all came later, when he started helping us fight the demons. Normally we go into a battle with little to no plan, and just wing it," that really didn't suprise him, "but he started stratagizing for us..."
"This is all so fascinating, but I have somewhere to be." The last the he wanted to talk about was another wizard, so started pushing himself down the street. He knew if he didn't hurry he'd not be able to get a bed at the shelter, and while not always the safest place to sleep, it was better than on the streets.
"Oh, right, I won't keep you, I'm Melinda by the way." She held her hand out to him, but he just continued pushing the wheels of his chair, ignoring her, he wasn't looking for friends, or any type of human connection. He had chosen not to board the train because of the promise of children of his own, but soon realized the error of his decision, after all, who would want to be with a crippled, violent, rapist?
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." The girl pressed.
"I didn't give it," he said without looking at her, the shelter now in sight. He noticed she didn't follow him as he pushed himself up the ramp to the old church that served as a shelter for the homeless.
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Melinda stepped off the elevator when the doors opened to the floor her and her boyfriend's apartment was on. She was on her own tonight, as her boyfriend had gone into the club her mother owned. Apparently her brother Chris had called, and asked if he could come in and bail him out since the actual bartender had called in sick.
"So I hear a girl's night is in order." Her cousin PJ said as she walked through the door, and saw PJ, Tam, and Kat were already there waiting for her. The fact that they were in her apartment while the doors had been locked, told her that they had orbed and beamed (Cupid power to travel) in.
"We've got the place to ourselves." She informed them as she set the grocerie bags in her arms on the counter, and began putting their contents away.
"What's this?" She looked up to see PJ bend down to pick up the scarf the homeless man had dropped. She had been about to call put to him to let him know he'd dropped it, but something in her told her she might want to hold on to it, and she'd long ago learned to trust her feelings.
It seemed once again those feelings were right, as once PJ picked up the scarf she got a premonition off it. PJ was a lot like her mom, Melinda's aunt Phoebe, even inherited her power of premonition.
Tam and Kat were her aunt Paige's daughters, but the two of them has inherited Melinda's mother's powers; Tam could blow things up, while Kat could freeze them. The two did inherit the ability to orb from their mother though, much like Melinda had inherited it from her father.
"What did you see?" She asked once she noticed her cousin was out of her premonition.
"Where did you get this?" The other girl asked in shock, peaking her interest all the more.
"Some homeless guy dropped it, I was going to see about mending it, then tracking him down so I can return it to him." She explained to her cousin, noticing the confused looks on all of their faces, "I figured I'd track him down at the homeless shelter I saw him enter. Now, what did you see?"
"I saw two things actually, I saw young boy with black hair flying on a broom with a bunch of red heads, like four or five of them, and one of them was our favorite red head, they were all zipping around so fast I could hardly keep track." Her boyfriend once told her that he and his siblings used to fly in an old grove near their house when they were younger. She also knew everyone in his family had red hair, though she had never met them.
He had a falling out with them, and hadn't been welcomed back, even been threatened with arrest if he was ever seen in the wizarding world. So he had fled to San Francisco with an older man, the godfather of one of his friends, who became like an uncle to him. The man had been through a terrible ordeal, and was in the hospital for quite a while, and since the government had frozen his funds for some reason, her boyfriend went out looking for a job so he could pay them.
It was her mother that had hired him as a bartender for the club, and that was how she met him. He had already become friends with her brothers, as both of them were still working there from time to time, though he was closer with Chris, who was just a year older than him. She met him and they started dating when she was 20 and the two had been together three years. The fact that her family loved him, and his pseudo uncle loved her made things so much easier.
"What else did you see?" Tam's voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she gave PJ her undivided attention.
"The same dark haired boy from the first Premonition was the Best Man in your wedding, though this time he was in a wheelchair, and had short hair." She couldn't help but wonder how this homeless man was going to end up as Best Man in her wedding, then she remembered the first premonition.
Was it possible that the homeless man she met was the Harry she heard so much about? Was he the person her boyfriend and his "uncle" spent so much time pouring through law books, and trying to talk with anyone who would listen at the American ministry? Was he the person the love of her life claimed was wrongfully imprisoned for a crime her boyfriend didn't believe he committed?
A.N. I have set up a poll so people can vote on who they think Harry should be with on my profile page, so please go there and vote. I would also love to see who everyone thinks Melinda's boyfriend is, I left a bunch of clues.
