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Chapter two:
A day in His life
Fifteen years had passed since the night Lily Potter left, but if felt like yesterday. It was currently 01:43 AM, and everyone in the city of Fairfax was asleep. All except one person. This person was a resident of "St Marie's Orphanage". This person, a boy of fifteen years old, had raven-black hair that stuck up at all angels. He had the most beautiful and stunning emerald eyes, though currently hidden behind round wire glasses. He also had a lightening bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. He was hidden beneath his bedcovers, looking through an old photo album with a flashlight. He was looking at the first page of the old and partly burned book, which held the photograph of both his parents on their wedding day. The picture was the most worn out in the book, because it was the most looked at. It showed a man, with the exact same hair and facial features as the boy himself. He was smiling goofily happy at the camera. In his arms he held a women, with dark red hair flowing just past her shoulders, and bright emerald eyes, glistening with tears of happiness. She had such a big smile one her face it looked like her face would be split into two.
The boy, as you probably guessed, was Harry Potter. Or Harry Evans as he now went by. Lily Potter had fled to America that night. She and her family had once gone on a trip there, visiting the capital of the United States. She had lived with her son in a city nearby, called Fairfax. She had changed both their last names, as an extra precaution to prevent being found. There they lived happily for six years. Unfortunately they were found.
It had just started to rain on the night of October 31st 1988, and Lily and Harry had just come home from their night of Trick-or-Treating. Harry still remembered it well, he was sitting on his mothers lap while she was telling him a story, looking at his box of sweets with pride, barely able to wait till the next day to eat them.
Then he came.
Harry didn't know how Voldemort found them, but he did. He killed Harry's mother, who died trying to save Harry. She sacrificed herself for her son in a way only a mother could, giving Harry a protection of Love. Voldemorts killing curse of hate could not penetrate that protection, and so it rebounded and hit him, Voldemort, instead. There was not a day that got by without Harry mourning her death. It had a bigger impact on him than anyone could imagine, though he never let it on.
They hadn't had many close contacts in America. Harry didn't understand then, but he did now. Voldemort had been after him and his mom, and in times of war you didn't know who you could trust, so Lily didn't put much of her trust in many people. Just another precaution to prevent being found.
However, they did have one close friend, Annie Parker. And most surprisingly, she was a witch. Probably the only one they had encountered in America. But she was also a friend of Dumbledore's, because she was in the Order of the Phoenix. His mother and Annie had only met a few times during Order meetings, but enough to know what the other looked like.
You see, when Lily fled to America, she forgot one thing: Dumbledore had Annie Parker stationed in Springfield, a nearby city, to lay contact with magical America. One day Lily and Annie literally bumped into each other. They recognized each other, and Lily almost begged Annie not to tell Dumbledore, because since Lily disappeared Annie was to be on the lookout for her as well.
Lily told her why she fled, and thereby convinced Annie that it was a good enough reason to keep it a secret from Dumbledore and the Order. After that they became good friends, and Lily trusted Annie more than anyone.
Annie had also played a big part in keeping Harry hidden from the Order. After Voldemort's attack, the muggle police came to their house. Harry had fallen unconscious after the attack, and the police brought him to the hospital. They stood before a big mystery however, concerning Lily's death. It had been all over the newspapers, 'Mysterious Death' and ' Murder or Accident?' the headlines had read, with a picture of the burning house on the front page.
To Harry everything had been a blur, he only knew what happened from what Annie told him. After Annie had seen the newspaper, she had immediately gone to their house to see if it was indeed the killing curse, and where Harry was. When she got there she had been shocked with what she saw. On the front page the house had been whole and burning, but now most of the upstairs floor had gone, and downstairs parts of the wall had fallen down. There was still a team researching the scene. She had gone over to one of the policemen that was holding the crowd back, and talked to him. After a lot of arguing and convincing she was let in, and she went to the places where she knew Lily had kept important stuff, got it as much of it as was possible, as most of it was burned, and took it back to her home. After that she had gone to Harry, who, after his wounds were healed, had fallen asleep.
The rest of the day had been a blur to her too, because she was also half in shock. She had gone home, and there she contacted Dumbledore. He had not been happy to hear about this, that she remembered quite well. She explained everything she had read in the newspaper, and what she had been able to find out at the scene of the crime. Withholding, of course, the information that she had known about Lily all along and that she knew where Harry was. She told him she didn't know where Lily's body was being kept, or where Harry was, because they wouldn't tell her because she had no relation to them. Dumbledore had immediately called the Order to an emergency meeting, and told them about the attack. She had to explain everything she had explained to Dumbledore to the Order as well, with many interruptions, and Annie had said she also remembered the looks on the faces of those who were especially close to Lily.
Another big shocker came that night, when Dumbledore informed the Order of the existence of a prophecy. That prophecy would be the reason Voldemort went after Lily and Harry in the first place. Annie had known of it's existence, and what it came down to, but not it's exact wording, and Dumbledore told them neither. Only that it was a prophecy they needed to protect at all cost. At the end of the meeting he took James Potter aside, and Annie had suspected that he told James what the prophecy came down to.
Harry knew Annie had a tough job getting him to an orphanage without the Order finding out, with their search teams and tracking-charms. Now that they knew what area he was in, they could localize their searching. But thanks to Annie's charms they hadn't found him. In fact, because they couldn't find him, they widened their searching-range.
Annie, of course, kept him up to date with most of what the Order was doing, and so had also told him about Dumbledore's theory of how he had survived the killing curse. Though he personally thought it was far fetched, it was certainly a possibility.
He sighed, as he pulled back to the land of the living. He looked over the photograph one more time, wishing he could finally meet his father.
But he understood, and respected his mother's wish for them not to meet until the time was right.
He put the album away; careful not to wake his roommates, flicked the flashlight off, and laid down. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
"Wake UP!!" Harry woke up to a cold slash in the face. A very big splash at that. He looked down at his bed and found almost everything at head-end wet. He groaned, thinking about how Julie was going to make him clean it up.
Almost every morning it was the same story. Harry would over-sleep, and his roommates would wake him up one way or another that they found hilarious. He did not.
He pulled the now wet covers over his head and buried himself under it, knowing full well that it would annoy his roommates.
"You do realize that I am going to miss the bus because of you? The bus is here at 08:15, and it's now five past eight."
"…"
"Fine Harry, your choice. Have fun in detention" the boy said
Harry felt something being pushed under his covers. It was the alarm clock. 'Probably Joey.' He thought. When he looked at it he saw it was indeed five past eight.
His eyes widened as he jumped out of bed, cursing all the way to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, and while putting on his pants, he thought back to last night. He had been studying magic, but because he was so distracted he had gotten out his photo album. For some reason the damn thing always got him to clear his mind.
He pulled his sweater over his head, and looked into the mirror. 'Damn hair' he thought as he looked at his reflection. No matter what he did with it, nothing worked. His hair had a will of its own, and was untamable, as some said. Just like him. He carefully put in his contacts. He had worn them since he was twelve. His glasses, after all, didn't do much for his appearance. He quickly brushed his teeth, not bothering to brush his hair, and looked at his reflection. He had blue jeans on, but they didn't get far up, about halfway his butt, even with the belt. But that was the fashion, and it got him attention, so he wasn't complaining. He had a sweater that was horizontally striped black and gray. He pushed the sleeves up to his elbow, and left the hood down.
"Yo Harry!! Hurry up!! You're not a girl are you!!" the boy yelled.
Rolling his eyes, he yelled back: " You mean you still haven't noticed?!" he mocked
He heard Matt grumble something, but he didn't listen.
He opened the door and got out. He saw himself and Matt, his best friend at the orphanage, were the only ones left in the room. Together they ran down the stairs, put on their shoes, got an apple, and left. They made it just in time for the school bus.
At school Harry got over to his group of friends. Though he and Matt were good friends, they didn't get together that much at school. He smiled as he saw his friends standing at the entrance. They were a group. None of them was really a jock, or a nerd, or a skater, but they were sort of a mix. Well, except for the nerd part. But they were smart. He saw all his friends already there. Todd, Jake, Chad and Troy. Todd had brown hair and blue eyes, and played basketball, and skateboarded a lot. Jake skateboarded the most, and was perhaps the least smart of them all, but still smart. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He often made really witty comments that had them all cracked up. He was also the one with the most detentions, most often for talking back to a teacher. Chad had a darker skin, and had black hair and brown, almost black eyes. He played hockey with Harry, and was really a sports person. The same for Troy, he was captain of the school basketball team. He had brown hair and brown eyes.
They were the hottest guys in school, something they were definitely proud of. They were also the ones with the most detentions because of all of their pranks. In short, they were smart, sporty, hot, funny, and everyone liked them, even the teachers, though they didn't let it on.
" Hey look who it is!" Jake said.
" Harry, you're late!!" Chad said, giving a dramatic gasp.
" Yeah, I had a little problem this morning" He answered
" Oh I know what you mean, I have a lot of those too." Todd smirked
Harry shivered " Urgh, I did NOT need to know that. And second of all, I meant I overslept!" Harry said, hitting Todd over the head.
"Anyway, what's got you guys so riled up?" Harry asked. Troy answered him telling about a party that would be held at The Streets Saturday. The Streets was a place were all the teenagers went to, and most ended up drunk, or at least tipsy.
The bell rang, announcing the start of the schoolday (answered with groans from all five boys).
"Exam time!!" Jake said with fake-cheerfulness, and the five boys raced towards the entrance. All of them knocking into the doors, dramatically feeling their heads if they were still intact, and went inside, continuing their race. To their delight, they earned amused looks and giggles from most of the girls.
It was a good thing Harry didn't know that this was the week his wish, the one he had had as long as he knew what a wish was, would come true.
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After school Harry took the bus to Annie's work. She worked as a family doctor, and because of his frequent visits he was well known at her work.
"Harry!"
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and walked back a little to see the secretary who had called him.
"Annie's not in right now. She told me to tell you she had an urgent call from an old friend, and had to leave. She said you could come by the day after tomorrow, she would be in then." Helen, the secretary said.
Harry was not stupid, he knew 'urgent call from an old friend' equals 'Order of the Phoenix meeting'.
"Okay, but could I write her a message? I got an A on my physics test, and I'd really like to tell her. So could I just go into her office for a sec?" Harry asked, putting on his irresistible façade. No one could resist it. He knew what he was asking wasn't aloud, because he could look into documents and that was illegal.
"Erm…well..I.." She spluttered. She looked at him, and said " I suppose I could let you in for a minute. I know Annie always locks everything. But not more than one minute!"
She got up and opened the door for him. Once inside, Harry got out a piece of paper and wrote down his message.
Once he was done he stuck it on her phone with a piece of tape. Though when he brushed his hand against the horn, his eyes closed and he stiffened for a moment.
Once he got out of his tensed state, he was chalk white and shaky. He got out of the building as quickly as he could, not bothering to thank Helen.
He walked to a nearby park and sat down at the river's bank. After a while he got out his books and tried to do his homework.
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