Chapter Two: When things go wrong...

This was a new day at the small cabin, and Hariku sat at the table with Draco and his mother, Shakit, packing the leather bags as they were getting ready to take the trip to the nearest village, and this always excited Hariku with no extent. Grabbing one of the smaller bags, the dark haired child placed it over his fur coat and waited for his mother and his teacher, whom were talking about the past and how things were going.

"Mummy! Are we going or not?" He yelled out to the two older ones.

"Yes, my little one. We are going now." Shakita told her son with a soft smile. "Are you all set to go to the village today, Hariku?"

"Yes, mummy! Now lets go!" Hariku yelled with impatiens and tapped his foot while wating.

"He reminds me of you when you were young, Shakita. Always impatient with everyone, even with your best friend there." Draco chuckled a little, throwing on the heavier bags onto his back.

"He must of picked up from me a year or so ago. I can say that he is my little one, Draco." Shakita commented and opened the door for the others to follow her out. "Can you place a barrier around the house while we're gone, my friend?"

"I can do that, 'Kita." Draco said as he started to mumble his words and waved his arms around in a clockwise motion.

Hariku watched with amazement as his teacher placed a powerful barrier around the house with ease and how they started to walk down the nearly covered trail. Hariku noticed at how much this almost monthly trip into town, but when winter started, they had to get supplies for eight months of the year, and that was costly whenever himself and his mother went into town just a few weeks before the snow finally settled down. He ran ahead and ran into someone with a long elegant white beard and strange blue robes. Hariku freaked out and ran back to Shakita with a frighten expression. This was the second time that he ever ran into someone that knew where he and his mother lived.

"Mummy!" Hariku ran into his mothers arms, shacking like a leaf as he clung to her.

Just as Shakita was about to open her mouth, she seen the old man standing in front of her with a weird get up. He looked like he was from the Academy, but they didn't wear flashy outfits like this man. "Who are you." Shakita growled a little.

"I am the one to pick up the child you have taken five years ago, Miss Shakita." The older man smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "It was my subordinate that was suppose to pick up Mister Potter that night when his parents have been killed."

"Mummy... what is he talking about?" Hariku asked. "What does he mean that my parents were killed...?"

"Draco, Take Hariku back to the cabin." Shakita growled a little.

"O-okay, Shakita." Draco picked up Hariku, who didn't protest about being taken back.

All what the man was saying was weird. His mother was Shakita and a faceless father who he wanted to be. He held onto Draco with everything that he had, as he looked back at his mother's back and read the old mans lips.

You have taken our child of Prophecy. Hariku read the mans lips.

"Draco... Put me down please..." Hariku asked, making Draco stop as he looked up at the silver haired man. "I know that you aren't my uncle, but you were always there, like mummy is, and no matter what happens... You two are my family, no matter what that old man says."

Draco blushed a little as the dark haired child turned around and ran back to his mother, to his mom that had raised him since he can remember. To him, Shakita will always be his mother, and he will always be her little one. He ran as he seen the two still talking about something.

"-ave raised since then. Your people will treat him like a tool, and when he is done and broken, you will just throw him away like a broken doll. I know how your society works, Albus." Shakita said with a venomous tone.

"And how, a demon like yourself, now about my people? Hm? This is another real, yes, but I have access here and others as well. You are just a myth for the children in the realm that I live in, not real, but just pure myth to them. I wonder how long it took you to keep that facade up? What made you change your vile ways? And your partner? Wasn't he the one that killed thousands of innocent lives?" Albus ranted on.

"He did not kill anyone but traitors to the Empire!" Hariku yelled, getting the attention from the adults. "He didn't kill innocent lives, he killed people that were against the Empire! My mummy wouldn't hurt anyone! She wont hurt no one that needs help!"

"Thoes are lies that she told you, you need to cle-"

"NO!" Hariku yelled, releasing a large amount of magic from his body. "Mummy wouldn't tell me lies!"

Hariku panted as he was still releasing large amount of magic from his body. Shakita stood still as the magic went passed her and hit the old man, making him stumble and impaling himself on a low branch. Blood poured from the old mans mouth. Hariku didn't stop as the old man could no longer breath from the pure pressure that the child was doing.

"Hariku! Stop!" Shakita yelled at her son, who stopped with tears running down his face.

"Mummy... I... I'm sorry!" Hariku cried.

Shakita went over to her child, and cradled him with a soothing tone. "Don't worry, my little one... I am sure that it was a mistake..."

"But I killed an unarmed man, mummy..."

"He wasn't unarmed, my little one. Wizards will try anything to get what they want. Please understand that you wont become a wizard?"

"I promise mummy..." Hariku sniffled and clung to Shakita.