Once he got down he slid of the invisibility cloak and waited. Piper first came down, she had changed into some black sweat pants and a t-shirt with P3 on it. He wondered what it meant. Her hair was in a bun at the base of her neck and she looked more comfortable. She looked at him for a minute and smiled.

"Hey, sorry you must be really bored." She smiled and sat down next to him.

"It's alright. I am used to it. So, um, what is this place?"

"Oh, this is the manor, my sisters and I live here."

"And you are witches?"

"Well, my husband talked to the Elders, they are kinda like angel bosses. Leo, he is like a guardian angel. He watches over witches like me. Well, he talked to them and we found out that there are different kinds of magic. Ours is more physical. Here I will show you." She took a book sitting on the table and threw it up in the air. Her hands went up and it froze in mid air. Then she raised her hands again and the book blew up. What was left landed all over the table, and she shrugged. "I am gonna hafta clean that up later. Anyways, we fight demons and warlocks and stuff like that. Evil beings really. You guys use wands and you have spells and things like dragons." Harry nodded, taking it all in. "Well, you go to school where we learn from experience."

"You're powers are cool, I wish I could do that." She laughed.

"Well, I used to only freeze and unfreeze things, but now I can speed up molecules and make them explode." He nodded. "If I am not being weird here, where did you get that scar?" Harry touched the lightning bolt scar, not realizing that his hair had shifted to let it show.

"Oh, I got that from an evil wizard. He killed my parents..." They both got really silent. He looked down at his hands. Piper cleared her throat, and Harry mustered up all the courage he had. "So, I heard you talking when I went upstairs, and you said something about not telling me and something about a baby, what was that about?"

"Oh, well, Phoebe had a premonition, and…" Piper looked around the room uncomfortably. Harry just waited. "I think that I should call Leo." Harry grabbed the phone to his left and Piper chuckled. "No I meant…oh, um, Leo!" She called out, and white lights filled the room again." Leo was there, smiling. "Leo, um, he heard us." Leo looked confused, but Piper just raised and eyebrow, changing Leo's look to horror.

"So he knows?"

"No, he didn't hear that." She said through gritted teeth. "But I think we do need to tell him now." Leo sat on the edge of the couch, and Harry was suddenly uncomfortable.

"Well, you see. Since I am a witch, I can do certain things. Well, when I was younger, my power was bound by my grandmother, so I didn't know about magic like I do now. Well, when I was nineteen, I went into the past with Grams, my witch grandma. And we got stuck. Well, you see Leo is technically dead."

"Piper, what she means is, I died, but I was given the privilege to become a white-lighter. But I Piper came to the past when I was nineteen also."

"Exactly, and we met, and we were connected like we are now. And we spent some days and nights together, so when we went to leave Grams put a spell on Leo to make him forget, but you see, I brought something of his back with me." They both looked at each other nervously. Harry waited a while longer.

"What did you bring back?" Piper cleared her throat and stood up, holding Leo's hand.

"I brought back you, Harry; I came back pregnant with you." Harry looked at them in disbelief.

"No you weren't." He said it simply, because it was true. Piper looked like she was about to cry. "I am sorry, but you didn't. James Potter had Lily Potter. I look exactly like them."

"Harry, you look like them because James made you look that way. Grams gave you to him because he is Piper's half brother. James was adopted when their mother had him at a young age; I guess it runs in the family. But you are our son. You became a wizard because you got it from my side of the family. I am known for it on my side. This also means that you might be half witch, but you see, your powers, if you have them, they are bound, and we need to unbind them. But that isn't why we told you. We want to get to know you."

"And we want to have you as someone in our family."

"I don't need new parents!" He screamed as he ran outside.

"Harry!" Piper called, as she and Leo ran to the door. He was already gone. "I will go try to scry." Piper said, running upstairs. She ran into Sirius and landed on her back. He stood there, clean shaven, his hair cut from scissors he had asked for. He wore a flannel shirt from leo and some pants with a belt rapped around twice. He almost looked healthy, except for the fact he didn't have any body fat on him.

"What's the rush?"

"Harry knows, he ran out." She called back, already upstairs. She grabbed a map of San Francisco, taking a crystal and starting to swing it around, hoping she was good enough to make a connection to him. She was something of his, or, he was something of hers. The crystal fell, but started moving again, him moving too fast for her to get a good read. A tear fell on the paper, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned into Leo's face, concerned.

"We will find him, I promise." She stood up and he hugged her tightly, praying he was right.

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Harry didn't know where he was going, only that he didn't believe what they were saying. He soon realized that he hadn't been paying attention and was well out of the neighborhood. He didn't stop running though. How could he believe that? Two generations of women giving up their children, it was to cliché. How could it be true? He wiped a furious tear away. His father, who he had believed to be his father, had changed his appearance? It sounded unreal. He wiped another tear away. The people he had grown up idolizing had never really been his true parents. They died of a prophecy saying he could take over Voldemort because they had taken him away from the true parents. It wasn't even their fault. He slowed down, but kept moving. Realizing he was still in his robes, and people were looking. His collared shirt, Gryffindor tie, and grey pants didn't help once he took the robe off and stuffed it under his arm. He had no idea where to go. He looked around, then something caught his eye. He smiled, knowing where he was planning to head.

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Phoebe stirred another cream into her coffee. Piper and Leo were in the living room, trying to think. She rolled her eyes. Their other house guest had left looking for him even before Phoebe had another chance to see him again. She took a sip, and the phone rang. "Hello." Phoebe said, knowing it was false hope to think it was Harry.

"Phoebe." Anger swelled in her stomach.

"Cole, stop calling me. I am sick of hearing from you. I can't believe you did that. How could you keep knowledge like this from me? I can't believe you tried to kidnap him."

"Phoebe, I didn't kidnap him. I had a tracer demon go out and trace the Halliwell blood so I could talk to whoever they brought back. I needed to see you but knew that if I had one of your sisters on my side—"

"Get to the point Cole."

"It didn't work though, he brought a boy not even with the right kind of magic." Phoebe slowly breathed. He didn't know.

"I hope you are happy now, you could have hurt him, or worse, my sisters. Don't call me again." She slammed the phone down, as the back door opened. Phoebe threw up her hands and grabbed a bowl. "I said, don't come around here, either." She threw the bowl full force, right next to the door, shattering as Sirius walked threw the door. Phoebe put her hands up in horror. "I am so sorry." She walked over to help him pick up pieces.

"You sure know how to make people feel welcome." He said brightly. Walking over to where the broom was.

"I thought that you were my husband."

"Wow, now how do you greet your friends?" She looked up, realizing what she had said.

"Oh, you see, he is soon to be ex-husband." She said. He smiled, understanding, letting Phoebe see that he had changed completely. "Wow, you look really…"

"Skinny?" She laughed.

"No I was going to say, you look very nice once you take a shower. So I thought you were looking for Harry?"

"I was, but then I had to buy food for Buckbeak." He held up four recently de-plucked dead chicken.

"Ugh, and he eats that."

"Yeah, you want to meet him formally?" Phoebe bit her lip, then nodded. She followed him down the steps, looking at the half-bird, half-horse creature. It was grey, and watched her with yellow eyes. It eyed the chickens Sirius had hungrily. She almost took a step forward when Sirius held up a hand. "Bow, and don't look into his eyes." Phoebe looked at him questioningly, then did as he said. She looked up as Buckbeak bowed back.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you can go pet him." Phoebe looked at him, and then took a few steps forward, reaching up and stroking the grey feathers. "Don't say anything mean, he is very proud," Sirius said, feeding Buckbeak a chicken. Phoebe winced at the sound of the bone. But laughed as he licked his lips. He nudged Phoebe with its head, and she giggled as Sirius stood beside her and put a chicken in his grasp then whispered in her ear. "If you feed him this, he will fall in love with him." She bristled at the warm breath on her neck, but grabbed the chicken and fed it to him...

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Cole Tuner raised his brow when he saw the kitchen door leading to the laundry room was cracked open, but became more worried when he saw glass shattered and the broom. He didn't want Phoebe to know he was here, but he heard some noise coming from the basement. He slowly walked over and lightly walked down the steps. He saw Phoebe petting something, and a tall, thin man standing behind her. He saw the man whisper in her ear, and her tense, but smile and grab a dead chicken he was holding. Cole took a deep breath in, feeling jealousy surround him. He slowly let himself leave, knowing that they wouldn't even see his flame as he left.