A/N: Woah, just, woah. That first chapter blew up with views! That's awesome! Well, I'm so excited that this is already doing well! I hope you like this chapter just as much! :D I'm thinking that I'll try to write each chapter in only one or two POVs just so it isn't, like, really jumpy.
Harry's POV – His Bedroom
I sat in my room reading my favorite Jules Verne novel. Journey to the Centre of the Earth, if only it could be all true! I would love it. I had always loved Sci-Fi books the most, but fantasy were a close second. Dad used to read about aliens and space ships when I was much younger, usually at bedtime to get me to sleep. My mind always wandered to wherever the adventure took place. I could see everything vividly in my mind. That was always the best part, seeing the battles in my mind as Dad read.
I jumped as I heard someone knock on my door and set my book down carefully.
"H-Harry, it's me. I need to talk to you," I heard my father's voice say from behind the door.
I heard his voice crack slightly when he spoke. I began to worry that something was wrong. His voice rarely ever cracked and he was usually very happy.
"Come in," I replied curious to what he had to say.
He opened the door and slowly walked over, sitting by me. He ran a hand through his hair and looked very stressed. I waited for him to say something, but it seemed to never come out.
"You know I love you, with all my heart, right?" He asked me quietly.
"Of course, dad!" I exclaimed surprised at the question.
He hugged me tightly, smiling a little bit. I couldn't tell what he had to say, but I knew it was something he'd wanted to say a long time. I could see it in the expression on his face.
"I'm not your birth father. One night I found you on my doorstep. I loved you when I first saw you, but there was a note. I read it as soon as I got you back into the house. Your parents died that night," He said quietly.
I stared at him for a minute and I didn't know how I felt. Everything was confusing in my head. I tried to comprehend what had just happened, but I was so confused. I finally figured everything out. He wasn't my birth father, but he would always be my father.
"Harry? Are you alright?" He asked hugging me tightly.
I hugged back, and I felt him sigh with relief. I could tell he had been worried to tell me.
"You will always be my dad," I whispered to him.
We sat there for a long time, silent. He tucked me in when we finally released each other and he read to me. I fell asleep as he read and I felt him kiss my forehead before leaving. I heard him click off my lamp before I drifted off to sleep.