My Insanity

By: RavenHeart101

A: N- This is undergoing the re-writing process, so please do not get impatient. Thank you every one who reviewed this the first time around and hopefully you will again. I hope every one will like this version better.

Chapter 2- A Stick?


Last Time


"NO it doesn't! It does not fit!" Prue yelled in panic.

"Actually it does, he has the eyes, hair, and looks like you. Prue he is your child! Deal with it!" Piper yelled.

"What?" Harry asked confused,

"Yes, please clue us in," Leo said looking at his charges.

"No Grams don't!" Prue begged,

Grams ignored her protests, "You're Prue's son,"


Harry's mouth dropped open in shock, "What? That's not true," He stuttered out once he regained his composure, "It's not possible. My parents where murdered!"

Prue groaned and put her head in her hands. Grams looked at her Great- Grandchild, "Yes, it is possible. James and Lily Potter are not your parents, they never were. Your parents are Prue and this Black boy,"

"That's really racist, Penny," Leo scolded the older woman,

"No! His name was Black! Sirius Black!" Harry's head snapped up,

"You- You've got to be kidding! Sirius- he-he he is my Godfather, not my dad! You have me mixed up with another person!" He looked about ready to run,

Phoebe bit her lip, "Here," She pulled him in front of the mirror, "Look, you have Sapphire blue eyes, black hair, you have the same face as Prue and you have the Halliwell stubbornness!"

"That doesn't prove anything," Harry said nervously. He looked away from his reflection, he barely even recognized himself, his hair was messy, but strait. In addition, his eyes! Well, that is what scared him, the were totally blue! Last, he checked they where green. What was happening to him? Taking a deep breath he said, "If I'm really your son, prove it." Prue looked at Grams (as did everyone else),

"Oh alright!" She held out her hand and a picture appeared in it. The old woman handed it to him and his eyes widened as he examined the picture. It was him, well, a baby him, but it was him. However, Lily Potter was not holding him, no; a younger Prue Halliwell in the hospital bed was holding him. And, there was his Godfather looking down at little him and smiling. His eyes held the pride that only a fathers held.

"I need to sit down," Harry said never letting go of the picture and falling onto Phoebe a little. She walked him back to the couch and he sunk down into it. He looked at the picture and his eyes watered. He bit his lip once more, trying to fight them back, however he could not, and a solitary tear fell. Piper, Phoebe and Leo looked on with compassionate eyes. "All my life, all I wanted was a family. And now that I have one I'm not so sure I want one." He sounded miserable. Phoebe could not take it any longer she took a step forward to give her nephew a hug. Prue got there first. She pulled her newfound son into a hug letting him cry into her shoulder. She let herself cry too. Neither noticed when their family members left the room.


"You had to do that didn't you Grams?" Piper demanded of her Grandmother,

"Yes, I did! I couldn't just let the boy go through his whole life without knowing."

"Yes, you could!"

"He had to know Piper!"

"No he didn't! Not yet anyway! Maybe in a few days!"

"That's to long! He wanted to go home!"

"What makes you think that he won't what to now? How, in the world can you just do that? Answer ME-" Phoebe's whistle cut Piper off,

"I agree with Piper, but maybe we should all sleep on it? You know see what happens tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me. Love you girls." With that, Grams disappeared in a swirl of golden lights.

"So," Leo took a deep breath, "I have to go," Piper turned her glare on him, "You know, charges?" He orbed out looking terrified of Piper at the moment.

"How could he have just orbed out like that?! HOW!" Piper screeched outraged.

"Hunny, calm down a little. Let's go to bed, ok?" Phoebe looked a little un nerved too.

"Fine!" Piper huffed turning around and stomping up the stairs. Phoebe popped her head into the room,

"We'll be in our room's ok?"

Prue nodded at her little sister, "Ok," Phoebe sent Harry a kind smile and left the room.


"So," Prue said when he pulled back, "Feeling better?"

"Much thanks," Harry said to Prue.

"No problem," She looked down at her shirt, "Well, it seems like this won't have to go through the wash," She said in a joking manner. Harry laughed nervously; it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever heard. "Let's go to bed, ok?"

Harry took a deep breath, "Ok," He looked up at Prue, "There's only one problem,"

"And what's that?"

"This." Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at Prue, and she gave him a funny look.

"A stick? How's that a problem?" She asked a smile still on her face.

"Stupefy." Harry muttered sending her into the wall opposite him. Prue cried out, while Piper and Phoebe ran down the stairs in search for the problem. They watched as Harry pocketed his wand and ran out of the house…


"Where do you think he went?" Phoebe asked Piper desperately, as Leo attempted to heal Prue. They did not know why it was not working.

Piper looked up at Phoebe concern and fear showing in her eyes. "I don't know. I hope we find him soon, though. A kid out there all alone- and a magical one at that- hopefully he will make it out all right. I have a feeling he won't."

Phoebe shook her head in disappointment. "Well of course he wasn't going to trust you right away, Piper, you knew that. Phoebe knew that." Leo stated as he stood up from an unresponsive Prue. Piper gave him a look of disapproval. "She's fine as far as I can tell."

"Then why isn't she waking up?" Phoebe asked desperately.

"Must be the spell he cast." Piper remarked.

"Which was what exactly? None of us heard it." Phoebe said, worry for the boy over coming her worry for her sister.

"I don't know, but by the looks of it, it was powerful. Something we've never seen before."


Harry did not know where he was, nor did he care, he only cared about getting away from those people. Who were they to say that he was part of their family? Lily and James Potter were his parents, NOT Sirius Black and that other woman… Pure (No I did not mess up there.) he thought her name was. He sighed and threw himself down onto the pavement in frustration. How was he supposed to find his way home now? Where was he anyway? He threw his head in his hands, he really needed to get home and talk to Hermione and Ron. Where they all right? What about Sirius, and Professor Lupin, last night had been the full moon.

He slowly pulled the crumpled picture out of his jean pocket, there it was again, the tell tale picture that showed Pure- Prue, yeah that was it, and Sirius, his own godfather, in the hospital room together. Both of them were holding him, a baby him, but still him all together. He sighed and stood up despite his aching muscles from the run over. Harry really just wished they had left him to die with Voldemort…


He stopped his relentless walk around the place he did not recognize. Harry had heard something. Something that sounded suspiciously like footsteps. He glanced over his shoulder. No one was there. He turned his head around to the front and began his walk again. There it was again! The rustle of clothing, hushed voices and footsteps mirroring his own, depressed ones. He glanced over his shoulder again, there was nothing there. Harry began walking once more, the moment he took a step- the moment it touched the ground- he heard a scream. He broke into action, he ran toward the sound.

Harry turned a corner only to be met with nothing, only silence. He looked down at his feet, knowing he had not imagined it. The road was soaked in blood. It covered his old sneakers, and the edges of Dudley's hand-me-down jeans. He almost retched right there and then. Suddenly a hand covered his mouth, and pulled him back against a muscular body. A few minuets later a voice broke through Harry's distressing and jumbled up thoughts, "Well, well, well. Who is this? An innocent, looks like I'll have to kill it." Harry's head shot up.

"Who are you?" His guard was up, his brain was screaming DANGER! DANGER! RUN! RUN DAMN IT! However, he could not the- whatever it was- hold was too strong, and he soon felt himself fall into a world of unmerciful darkness…


"Have you found him yet?" Phoebe asked desperately to Piper and Leo. Piper gave her little sister an exasperated look.

"No, Phoebe, we have not found him yet." Piper said her teeth clenched in apparent anger.

"Well, what are you waiting for, woman! Get to work!" She yelled at her sister. Prue groaned and put a hand to her aching head.

"Must you yell Phoebe?" She asked angrily.

"PRUE!"

"Oh my god!"

"Are you all right?!"

"What did he do to you?" Prue was bombarded with questions the moment she looked at her sisters. She held up a hand to silence the three of them… and promptly fainted.