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Anger is brief madness. –Horace
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Rain was pouring by the time the Order cleared out. The sounds of thunder rang throughout the house the lightening illuminating the dark and dreary house. One boy sat in a dark room papers and other items thrown about he was holding a small book.
Harry had gone into his godfather's room after the house had cleared out. No one stayed, but they left letters if they were loyal he hadn't even looked at them he was looking to see if he could find something of his godfathers. He had to find something that proved he cared he had to have someone that cared.
After hours of looking he found a journal, it was dark blue leather and had Padfoot written on the front cover. When Harry found it he flipped it open and found the first entry to be September 1st, 1970 Sirius's first day of Hogwarts. He read about his godfather's school days and found he continued writing after he escaped Azkaban.
He read thought the almost the whole book but near the end he found a few letters, numbers and symbols, a code T3 Br0!4#Ro0Dd. Below it was a small message.
Computers and Magnets don't get along.
"What the hell?" Harry asked himself fearing his godfather did lose his mind while in prison. He was going to read further when a yell from down stairs caught his attention.
"Harry!"
The dark headed boy rushed down stairs to find out what had Remus so unsettled.
"What's wrong Remus?" Harry said walking into the living room and blinked it seemed Remus was trying to keep Draco warm but to him he just looked like a chicken with his head cut off. "Harry," Remus said breathlessly, "He's freezing hug him or something! You give of heat! He's too cold!"
Fearing for his brother Harry scooped the other boy into a bear hug and shuttered when his cold skin came into contact with his.
"Damn boy your cold." Harry hissed. Draco chuckled back weakly, "I noticed"
They two were like that for an hour until Draco finally said that he was getting to hot.
When the three(Harry, Draco, & Remus) were situated again Remus tossed the blond his wand. "Give it a try."
Draco shrugged elegantly already knowing what was going to happen and lo and behold nothing happened.
Draco shook a bit and gave his brother a shaky smile, "Guess I'm a freak now too huh?"
Harry scowled. "Knock it off, you don't like it when I call myself a freak and I don't like it when you call yourself one."
The blond nodded shakily, "Right."
The three sat in silence until Harry spoke, "What happens now?" He looked at Draco, "We have no magic and Rem is a werewolf. What do we do?"
Draco shook his head and Remus seemed to be thinking.
"America!" He said suddenly.
Harry and Draco gave him a funny look. "What?" they asked in unison.
Remus chuckled, "You to remind me of James and Sirius."
The two smiled but became serious again. "What do you mean Rem?" Harry questioned.
Remus stood and walked out of the room but came back with a muggle newspaper the head line read.
Mutants! Attack the President. What will they do next?
Harry skimmed the paper. He gave Remus a look.
"You want us to go to another war torn world and stay there." Harry stated.
Remus nodded.
"You want us to go to America a place where they are thinking of making mutants register themselves like the ministry makes werewolves."
Again Remus nodded.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because you can hide there. There are so many mutants there unless you kill someone you'll be jut another mutant."
Harry shared a look with his brother, "We need to think about it Rem."
The werewolf nodded, "I thought you might need too." He gave them a smile, "Give it all the thought you need."
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When Remus told them to give it all the thought they needed he decided to go hide up in his godfather's room again. The decision wasn't very hard and that was what scared him. The fact he could and most likely would frighten him.
Harry flopped down on the bed suppressing a groan. Why was this so easy? Why could he just pick up and leave?
Harry gave a loud exhale; he supposed he always knew it would come to this. Not being a mutant, but the fact he was going to leave the wizarding world. That thought did hurt like he thought it would the fact he was resigned to it scared him.
"Who needs them anyway? I don't need them and they don't need me, I'll just take what I can and hope for the best." He reasoned quietly.
The dark headed teen just closed his eyes and thought back to what had happened that day.
1.He found out he was a mutant.
2.Dumbledore was an Evil Son of a Biscuit Eating Bulldog.
3.The wizarding world hated mutants.
4.The prophecy was fake.( Harry made a mental note to kill the Headmaster)
5.Sirius did go crazy in Azkaban and that made his write crazy letters and symbols in his journal.
6.Draco was a mutant.
7.He threw fire a chair.
"Wait what?" Harry questioned.
He though back over what happened when Draco pulled him into the kitchen. He had he remembered the hatred at the people and the warmth in his palm!
"I wonder if I can do that again?"
Sitting up he stared at his hand and tried to get it to light.
"Light!" He said firmly. Nothing Happened.
Scowling at his hand he huffed and laid back down but sat straight back up when he felt his hand heat up.
"Wow." He whispered. There in the center of his hand was a small ball of fire.
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Draco was in the Black Library he had flopped down onto a couch as soon as he could. He couldn't believe it, he was a squib! The blond shuttered he hated that word.
Draco stared up at the ceiling, he really had nothing left, his father was an ass. His mother was a cold hearted bitch. He had no friends and had no magic.
He sighed man he was screwed. He didn't even know anything about muggles! How could he live among them?
A wave of rage passed over the blond, why did he have to be a freak?
Why did he have to lose his magic!
"Why me!" he yelled.
The blond screamed at the top of his lungs, "Why me damn it! Why me?"
The blond collapsed on the ground breathing harshly, he didn't feel his hands cooling or see his eyes glow.
The next day the three met in the living room to discuss the plan. Remus spoke first.
"Have you decided yet?"
Harry gave a short jerky nod.
Draco gave a dismissive shrug.
Remus smiled softly, "I know this is hard now but it will get better."
Harry gave his second godfather a look then came to an understanding; "You took off to the muggle world after my parents died didn't you?"
Remus gave a proud look, "I knew you would figure it out."
Draco gave him a funny look. "Who'd you manage that?"
"I had an alias, I was Jacob Russoff I think it will be better for you both to do the same get an alias I mean." Remus said thoughtfully.
"Won't it be strange if we pop out of nowhere?" Harry questioned. Draco nodded, "even I know that muggles can't be that stupid."
Remus chuckled, " I suppose you're right, think of a name then a past you'll need it."
The three sat in silence for a moment till Draco spoke up, "I have family in Boston, they aren't magic maybe I can talk to them about a past but as for a name I am no Robert Drake, call me Iceman."
"Robert?" Harry asked covering a snicker. Draco scowled, "Bobby will work fine."
Harry snickered again, "What ever Robert."
The blond scowled then turned away and pouted, "Lets see you find something better."
Harry shrugged, "Fine I'm St. John Alleryce call me Pyro. As for a past," the dark headed teen paused, "I come from a dysfunctional home. My father is a drunk and my mother is nonexistant. I have no syblings and glare at anything that moves. My accent, my father vollied from England to Austraila., despite being a drunk he was a natural gas pipe liner."
Draco and Remus stared at the teen. "You though of that in twenty seconds?"
Harry looked away from his brother and guardian, "I always considered running."
Draco looked confused for a minute then understood, quickly he reached out for his brother but the emerald eyed teen avoided his hand and retreated up stairs.
Exhaleing loudly Draco flopped back on the couch and gave Remus a tired look, "when do we leave?"
The werewolf closed his eyes, "After a stop at the bank."
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Small challenge for anyone interested. Can anyone tell me where I got Jacob Russoff?