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It was a chilly winter day in Harry's small town as he walked out of his high school with his friends. He and Anna were planning on going to a movie again that evening.
However when it got back to the apartment, he stopped in his tracks when he saw several police cars and their neighbors outside. It was past the crowds, he saw Anna's truck.
It was completely flattened under a large semi-truck that seemed to have tipped over when making a turn.
The neighbors saw him as well as the officers and had to pull Harry away from the scene as he stared in shock.
Harry couldn't move or speak as he was carried away by the officers inside the apartment. His neighbors started to cry when they saw him.
Hours passed and Harry just sat on his couch as the officers left to finish assessing the scene as well as the medics that finally arrived a few minutes after Harry was taken away. One officer and his elderly neighbor stayed behind to watch Harry.
The officer, Mr. Kimble was a dear friend him and Anna, since one of his friends was his dad.
Harry just sat on the couch, his eyes were so dead and in shock that all he could so was just start crying after some time.
Mr. Kimble got him some dinner and the elderly woman got him to cookies while gently stroking his hair as he helped him lie down on the couch to rest after starting to cry harder.
Eventually another officer and a medic came up to apartment.
The medic sat across from Harry and sighed.
"I'm very sorry Harry…Anna died in the collision with the truck…"
Harry just kept crying and the elderly woman held him as he sobbed for Anna, the only person he saw as a parent.
Mr. Kimble also spoke, "Harry...some people are going to come to take you to their office in a few days. I'll be here and so will some of your neighbors to watch you until then. Until then, you don't have to go to school and I'll help you start packing ok?"
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So here Harry was, sitting at a social worker's desk in an office several miles outside of his hometown…that he may never see again.
"So what is your full name" said the middle aged man with a soft yet firm voice.
"uhhh…my guardian said my last name was Potter…Harry James Potter."
The man started typing on his computer and then his eyebrows narrows in confusion as he looked over what popped up on his computer.
"This can't be right…why would…hang on a second Harry."
The man walked out of his office and through the windows of the office, Harry saw the man go up to another employee, perhaps his supervisor and they started talking. The other man looked extremely surprised, then confused as they both walked back into the office.
The other man sat down next to Harry,
"Son, do you remember anything about your family…did your guardian Anna ever tell you about them?"
Harry shook his head, "She said they died."
The other man sitting at his computer cleared his throat, "Do you have any more paperwork on the adoption?
Harry nodded, "Yes, I have paperwork that she kept in her room, it's all legal, I didn't know until now that I was from London. She did have an accent so she must have been from there too, I guess that's how she knew me…I don't know…."
Harry handed the man the paperwork, it was a legal and binding and the computer also stated that Anna did in fact, under British law, legally adopted Harry and whomever was his parents before no longer has jurisdiction over Harry, so therefore, despite not going through American law, she was his guardian through and through…but that wasn't the think that confused him.
"Well Harry…it turns out your parents…are still alive."
Harry's face turned pale as he almost fell out his chair in shock.
"That…that can't be right…then why…where are they?"
"In London, England…they live in a small house…with two other children" he struggled to say quietly.
Harry felt all the oxygen leave his body and felt tears well up in his eyes again.
His parents were alive, with what could be his siblings…but that doesn't make sense.
The two men had no idea what to do but they knew the next thing they would say next would only make things worse.
"Since they're alive…you're going to be sent to live with them…in London…."
All Harry could do was stare at the man as if he had grown two heads.
Live with them?
After leaving him with someone else?
Did they even know Anna?
Did they even know he was alive?
Did they even care?
…..
Harry felt everything around him crash to the ground. Not only was he leaving his home and life behind after losing Anna, now he would have to live with the people who abandoned him without another word.
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