Chapter-2

False Family

Harry

I had not eaten the food he had left. It had been a way to punish myself for keeping him waiting. He has been visiting me for four months now. There is no-one to keep me company in this broken house. That's all mum and dad left for me. They dumped me at my aunt's and Petunia had dumped me in these ruins when I had been just five because I was a freak. I would make things appear and disappear and when she won't give me food, I would will it to fly towards me.

I was only five so I would wander out and steal food for the first few years. Then I found some galleons hidden in some wardrobes and I used them. But then they finished too so I started doing odd jobs to just buy some water and a little food.

I had been alone then so I had not known what it was to have someone who really cares for you. Then Draco came along four months ago. I was sleeping on the porch and he saw me. He asked me as to why I was sleeping in these ruins. I didn't answer him. So he just sat with me and we talked. He has been meeting me since then. Then two days ago, he told me that he was leaving for his boarding school.

I couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. I couldn't say goodbye to him. So I went out when he was about to come. Maybe I shouldn't have. I am already missing him. Yesterday night it had been a bit easier because I had been much too tired. I had just gone to sleep. But now I am awake and hungry and I miss him so much.

Desperately, I reach for the food that he had left for me. I have not eaten anything since yesterday morning. I had willed the food to stay warm. The house is completely destroyed and the kitchen is empty except a few utensils here and there.

I never bothered to clean it up... had nothing to clean it with.

Today, he has brought soup, vegetables, curry, rice and cake for me. He ensures to bring vegetables. He says that I am very thin and that I need to eat vegetables.

I sob when I look at the food and tears stream down my eyes. He will never come again.

I reach for the food and started gobbling it. I am so hungry. I wish he were there with me. He would ask me to eat slowly and rub my back a bit when something would get stuck in my throat.

Sobbing, I try to eat rice and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Eat slowly." I freeze when I hear these words because the voice belongs to him. How is this possible... perhaps it's only my wishful thinking. I start eating again, as fast as I can.

"Eat slowly. Food is not running away."

Finally, I lift my wet eyes and when I find him really standing in front of me, the plate almost drops from my hands.

He places the plate beside me and I stand up, hiccuping as tears stream down my cheeks.

His eyes are silver and concerned as he asks, "Why are you crying? You didn't even see me off yesterday. I waited for you."

I wipe my eyes from the back of my hand and try to will my tears away. But they won't stop.

"I didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't - don't want you to go. I have no-one else." I mutter and suddenly I can't stop. I start crying because I really don't want him to leave. There is no-one else.

I wrap my arms around him and he freezes as I murmur, "Please don't leave. There is no-one else. Please. I don't want to be alone again."

I sob on his shoulders as he wraps his arms slowly around me.

"I love you." He blurts out very suddenly and I choke. Shocked, I start coughing and he murmurs, "I was on the station today but I ran away. I brought my things. I am not going away. I wanted to tell you yesterday. But you didn't come."

I stare at the broken door of my house.

"You are lying. No one loves me." I whisper sadly.

"I do." He says. My eyes fall on his trunk and I pull back before wiping my eyes.

He removes my hands and wipes my cheeks.

"How will you complete your education?" I ask him, wondering how he will manage. I am used to all of this but he isn't.

He just shrugs, muttering, "Didn't think about it. Come on eat your food."

But then he stops. I follow his eyes and notice him looking at the soup. It's still boiling.

"I can do magic too." I whisper in a small voice. I had seen him to do something with a stick once.

"I don't have a stick though. I just do it with my hands." I whisper and he stares at me as I spread my hands on front of him.

"I won't do it if you don't want me to. Please don't leave me." I blurt out, my eyes welling again as I continue, "I am tired of living alone in this broken house."

My voice breaks as I look around.

"There is no one to talk, no one to play with. No one who cares for me."

"I will never leave again." He whispers and sits down on the stairs before, "Come on. Eat your food. You are really very thin."

"I have brought some money with me and some things to clean this house. We can use magic to repair things. I will teach you. What I use is called a wand." He says while I eat.

"Will you tell me how to do magic without a wand, Elisa. If I hear my wand, they will trace my magic and find me." He murmurs.

"My name is Harry Potter. It's not Elisa." I say and he stares at me before muttering incredulously, "Why would you lie about your name?"

"It's a stupid name." I complain and he smiles at me, "No it's a nice name. I baked the cake you know. Dobby, my elf taught me."

I smile and reach for the cake.,"Who is an elf?"

"Finish your vegetables first. I will tell you everything." He murmurs and I pout at him. He shakes his head and mutters, "Eat them."

Glaring at him, I start eating.

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"Harry." He calls. We have repaired the dining table and the chairs. I taught him how to do magic without a wand. Initially, he couldn't do it.

But then he tried and now he can. He says that we don't need a wand if we can do magic with our hands.

Right now we are sitting in the master bedroom. We repaired the bed and the couches here.

"Yes." I reply.

"Where are your parents? Are they dead?" He asks. I sigh and look out of the window. It's quite late. We had eaten a bit of corn he had brought from his home for lunch. We had eaten a little so that we could save it for later.

"They are alive. They left me at my aunt's house when I was a baby and my aunt left me here when I turned five." I reply.

"Why did they abandon you? Did you ever find out?" He asks. I don't look at him. There has never been any one with whom I could talk about this.

"No. This is my old house. I lived here with them when I was a baby. I don't remember any thing else." I reply blankly, "I don't have any one. No family. Everyone abandons me. I am too much of a pain."

"Look at me." He says and I turn towards him sadly.

"You are not a pain and I will never leave you. What is your father's name though?"

I keep on looking at him silently.

Just when he is sure that I won't answer, I reply, "James Potter and Lily Evans Potter. They are my parents. Have you heard of them."

He stares at me, his eyes wide and shocked, "Of course. Now I remember. Mum told me that they left for France after the dark lord's disappearance. No body knows what happened that night - oh oh merlin - this is the house where it happened. Everyone except my godfather and Sirius and perhaps professor Lupin think that they have only one son. He says that they have a daughter too and - oh you are that Harry Potter. They have been searching you. Sirius is your godfather. You have a family. You -"

I cut him off and sit down on the couch before murmuring, "I don't want to meet them now. I don't care."

"Are you sure? You will have your godfather and a house and you can go to Hogwarts."

"I don't want to go to that school or live with them." I say and he sits down on the couch right in front of me.

"Okay. Let's sleep for a while. We will study a bit when we get up. I brought books of my first and second year too for you." He says and I hum before closing my eyes.

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