Authors Note:Yea yeayea, you are a college student you should know this and this and this...i didnt say i majored in english. pssh, i dont edit my work so sorry if my misspelled words and other english error type things. And yes he was 4 when Lance adopted him, idk if its the right age to start preschool everywhere but it is here in tennessee, so yea if you dont think it is im sorry.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING PERTAINING TO HARRY POTTER BESIDES THIS STORY NOR DO I OWN THE SONGS FROM THE BAND.
Summary: Harry has never been to Hogwarts, he is a 15 year old boy that has been missing for 11 years, but not in a dangerous way. The magical world has lost track of him, now that Voldemort is back and Harry is in danger they have to find him. What they find is Harry, but a Harry they never imagined, Harry is a rock star in America, the lead singer and guitarist of a band called Missing Rivers. Imagine the Order's, including Sirius's and Remus's, shock to find the son of James and Lily Potter is a Rock Star.
Missing Rivers
Chapter 3: What Happened?
"So, let me get this straight..."Lance said, racking his brain for the words to describe this new turn of events. "You," he pointed to Dumbledore, "have been searching for my adopted son for 11 years?"
"Correct."
"And you," he pointed to Remus, "Have been helping him search and a best friend of Harry's deseased parents?"
"Yes."
"And you," he pointed to Sirius and paused, "Are Harry's godfather?"
"Yep," Sirius nodded.
Lance sat there in silence, thinking. What does this all mean?
"Now, we have told you are story..." Dumbledore interupted his musings, "We would like to hear yours."
Lance figured it would come to this. He hated reliving why he took Harry in the first place, it made him angry...he was just a child.
"Ok," Lance agreed. Deciding that he trusted this strange old man with the blue eyes. "As you may know when i lived in Surrey, i was a preschool teacher at Surrey Elementary." Dumbledore nodded.
"Well," Lance took a deep breath. "Harry was in my class. His first year at school, it wasnt until about the third week of school that i noticed he acted differently than the other kids...he was always to himself. Of course i thought it was just because he was shy..."
Lance started to see the story as he told it.
"Ok, new class!" Lance had said cheerfully after all the kids had found a seat at their tiny tables. "My name is Mr. Addison! We are going to have alot of fun this year, and get you ready for big kids school, does that sound fun?!"
"YEA!" The kids had shouted and giggled.
"Ok lets start out with making sure we have everyone here."He began to take role, when a students name was called they would yell here and raise their hand in the air or jump up and down. "OK i can see this is going to be a fun class!" Lance said delightedly. "Harry Potter." he had called.
"Here." Lance looked at the small boy with the small voice. The first thing Lance noticed about the young Potter was that he was alot smaller than the rest of the students. And he was sitting at a table by hisself in the back. Another thing Lance noticed was that when Lance looked at him, he quickly averted his eyes and looked at the floor.
"Hello, Harry." Lance had said with a warm smile to the shy boy. He did not return the had just continued with the role, hoping the child would soon get over his shyness like the rest of the other kids did.
The first week had went by and no progress had been made in pulling Harry out of his shell. Lance had placed him at a desk with other kids. But he sat there, quietly, not talking to the other talkative kids at his table. What made Lance worry more was that Harry didnt like to be touched. Whenever another kid would reach over him to get another crayon he would flinch and hold his breath until the kid sat back down. Lance continued to work with the child, he even went so far as to sit in one of the child size plastic chair and play with the play dough with Harry, but he still sat quietly and kept his eyes on his own play dough. In fact, that small 'here' was the only words Lance had ever heard him speak.
Lance had finally decided to talk to the kid on his own, away from the other he did just that; it was during recess in the third week. Harry was sitting under the tree by himself again, not playing with anyone. Just sitting there starring at the ground.
"Hello, Harry!" Lance said cheerfully, he couldnt help but notice little Harry jump and look up fearfully. "OH! Im sorry buddy i didnt mean to scare you. You mind if i sit with you?"
Harry calmed down a lil he looked back down at the ground. Lance sat down next to him. "So Harry, how you liken school?"he asked questions that would make him have to say a sentence.
"s'okay." Harry said in that small shy voice. Lance barely heard him.
"That's good. Are the other kids nice to you?"
Harry shrugged.
"You dont know?" Lance asked conversationally. "Do they talk to you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Oh..." Lance said, a small stab to his heart. "Do you have any friends outside of school?"
Harry shook his head again. His eyes never leaving the ground.
Lance took another stab to the heart, this one a little more painful than the last. "Well, in case you didnt know, i am your friend."
Lance watched Harry for a reaction, he noticed the small boy stiffen, as if he was expecting Lance to say "April Fools!!"
"You do know that right Harry?" Lance said to confirm it, "I am your friend."
Harry shrugged again. He looked at Lance for a split second and looked back to the ground just as quickly.
"Would you like for me to be your friend?"
"S-sure." Harry said, Lance's heart leapt when he seen a small smile on the boys face, but it disappeared so quickly that Lance wondered if it was ever really there.
After that Lance continued to sit with Harry during recess, trying to prod conversation from the small boy. But he wasnt making alot of leadway. He just answered the questions Lance asked.
"You know if you want to ask me anything, you can. Ill answer it the best i can." Lance prodded. "Is there anything you want to ask?"
Harry shook his head.
Everyday Lance asked that, until a week later. Harry finally said a full sentence. "What made you want to be a teacher?"
The sudden interest in the small boy stunned Lance, almost as much as seeing Harry's eyes for the first time. He had never noticed, probably because Harry kept his eyes down to the ground, but they were the Greenest eyes he had ever seen.
"Well, I love kids, i love watching them learn. And being the first one to teach them is the best job in the world in my opinion." Harry nodded.
"Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?"
"Not yet." Harry replied. Making eye contact again.
All too soon recess was over. Lance felt relieved that Harry was finally coming out of his shell enough to trust Lance.
Months went by and Harry opened up a little more to Lance, who decided maybe he could ask about his family. And so he did just that.
The next day he finally asked Harry about his family. He didnt know that he would regret it.
"So Harry, what kind of things do you and your family do together?"
Harry didnt answer, he looked back at the ground. Lance wondered at his reaction, he didnt like his reaction to the question.
"Well-" Harry said, "You know, we cook and clean together. My uncle works at a drill company and my aunt stays at home. My cousin goes to Smeltings elementary. So we really only have time to cook and clean together."
Lance became suspicious, Harry didnt look him in the eye when he said this. His voice was small again, not as loud as he had become over the month And he was nervously running a stick across the ground. He was lying.
It was then that Lance decided he would pay his family a visit, to talk to his family on how good Harry was doing in class. He wouldnt be lying. Out of the whole class Harry always got a new lesson the first time. When they learned how to write letters and numbers. Harry got it first. A perfect excuse to talk to the family.
So Lance did just that.
It was a Friday afternoon, and Lance was still at the school. Putting together Harry's past assignments to show to his family, and he was off. He double checked the paperwork at the school's registry making sure he knew the address. He arrived at number 4 privet drive about 20 minutes later. Nothing could have prepared him for what he seen there. He walked up the sidewalk to the front door, took a deep breath, and...
"BOY I TOLD YOU TO WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!!"
A deep voice yelled, a small thump and more yelling. "GET IN YOUR CUPBOARD! AND DONT EVEN THINK YOU ARE GETTING DINNER TONIGHT!"
"No dinner?" Lance couldnt help it, he looked in the window in time to see a large man, a very large man, pick up little Harry like a ragdoll and throw him in the cupboard under the stairs. All at once Lance realized why Harry was so distant, why it took so long for him to get a sentence out of the poor boy, he also realized that he should have known why! Lance was infuriated, what can he do? He couldnt just leave! What if he hurts Harry worse? He slowly developed a plan, he didnt like that it included leaving the poor boy here. But he had to, he couldn't believe what he was about to do.
That night when he got home he called his cousin in America, a lawyer for child services.
"Kieth, i need a favor. A BIG ONE."
His cousin was quiet for second. "What do you need?"
He explained everything about the mysterious boy. "He needs away from there!" Lance finished.
"Go to the authorities there in England." Kieth said, the most obvious answer.
"If i do they will put him in an orphanage, and if i was to sign to adopt him then-"
"Wait! You want to adopt him?" Kieth said, Lance could here the astound in his cousins voice. "Have you really gotten that close to this kid."
Lance shocked himself when he thought about it, yes he really did. He actually loved that boy like his own, he couldnt explain it. "Yes, Kieth i have. And ive made up my mind. I dont want him to go to an orphanage, and when i sign up to adopt him it could take months! I dont want him in there. Help me Kieth!"
There was silent on the line. "Ok, i will forge some adoption papers. They should be there in about a week. Just please be discrete about this. And i hope you know what you are doing..."
"I illegally adopted Harry. We have been living here ever since." Lance concluded. He looked to the gentlemen in his home, the ones he just opened up to. He was surprised to see the old man, Dumbledore, calm with alittle bit of the light missing from his eyes. Remus and Sirius looked furious...at him? Or are they just as mad about what Harry's uncle did? Just as he was...
"Thankyou, Lance." Dumbledore said. "Now, it is time to tell you our story...and of what Harry really is..."
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The crowd was roaring! The first four bands of the rock luau had performed.
"MISSING RIVERS YOUR UP!" Harry, Keadon, Bryson and Mat got ready behind the curtains. Keadon on bass, Bryson on Drums and Mat on the Keys. Harry grabbed his guitar and stood behind the microphone ready for the curtain.
"AND NOW! LADIES AND GENTLE ROCKERS! YOU HAVE HEARD THIS BAND IN THE LOCAL TEEN CLUBS AND DIVES, PLEASE WELCOME, MISSING-RIVERS!!"
The crowd started screaming and jumping. Harry started on guitar the curtain was fully up with a jump and vocal from Harry, their first song started, in the shadows
.
No sleep I've been watching
No sleep until I am done with finding the answer
Won't stop
Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer
Sometimes
I feel I going down and so disconnected
Somehow
I know that I am haunted to be wanted
I've been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
Harry flung his hair out of his eyes. The crowd a mass for a few seconds, and he was right back in his mode. This was his element. He was invincible on stage, his guitar and his mic.
In the shadows They say I've been watching Lately I been walking walking in circles, watching waiting for something I've been watching In the shadows In the shadows
In the shadows
That i must learn to kill before i can feel safe
But I
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
I've been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
Feel me touch me heal me, come take me higher
I've been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
I've been watching
I've been waiting
I've been searching
I've been living for tomorrows
I've been waiting
I've been waiting...this was Harry's first song. It had a meaning to him. It sums up everything he felt, and thought when he was trapt in that cupboard when he was under his Uncle's custody. Waiting. In the shadows he waited. For what he didnt know. Until what he didnt know what he was waiting for knocked on the door.
"Who the hell are you?!" His uncle had yelled at his pre school teacher, Mr. Addison, had knocked on the door.
"Im Harry's teacher, Mr. Addison." Harry had never seen the fire in Mr. Addisons' eyes. "And-" Mr. Addison shoved papers in Uncle Vernon's face. "If you sign these papers; Harry's new guardian."
"What?" Uncle Vernon looked like he got a raise at the factory.
"You heard me." Mr. Addison growled. "Sign the papers, and i will be Harry's legal guardian."
Uncle Vernon had signed the papers. And ever since, Harry had lived here in Miami with Lance. The one who saved him. Harry would do anything for Lance. All of the feelings Harry had towards his guardian actually gave him the inspiration to write, to make music, to live. Every song had a meaning, something from Harry's life. He would never tell his band mates who or what his songs were related to, they just knew they were good, and they would rock at a concert. They had a deeper meaning to Harry. Meaning, thats what Harry's life was now. Meaningful.
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