A huge good morning, afternoon or night it all! So I think I should APOLOGIZE for the delay in my update. I could possible ramble on with excuses to why I didn't up date for almost 4 weeks but I won't. In good news I got a new job! Very exiting I know right, so now with my almost 3 hours a day full of bus riding to and from work I can focus on writing more chapters for all of you! Now for everybody's favourite part answering Questions, YAY!

First, to those who wanted to know how the social workers knew where to send Harry after his parents died. Easy, Lily is a muggleborn she actually exists in the muggle world unlike purebloods who stick to the wizarding world most of their lives. Finding the next of kin in the family would have been pretty simple for whoever's job it is to find out that stuff.

I feel like I should bring it out there into the open again, I will be explaining how Dumbledore and everyone knew about Voldemort down fall DURING the story. It's a SUPRISE, I'm sure you all like surprises.

Last but not least, very exiting! Next chapter you will all get a sneak peek inside Chris's mind to see what is swirling around up there. FUN FUN FUN...onwards with the story.

As I woke, I could feel a dull throbbing on the back of my head as well as a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I could hear voices talking around me, it took a fair amount of effort to concentrate on the voices.

"How do you hit someone with a car?" The first voice squealed

"I didn't mean to, I mean he just popped out of nowhere!" The second panicky voice answered

"You don't think his hurt, do you?" There was a quiet pause for a while

"You know what I mean, even more hurt than being unconscious. How long till he wakes up?"

"Don't worry Paige, he should be awake any second hopefully." The seconds voice assured 'Paige'. I took this as my queue to start showing signs of life.

Wincing as I tried to pushed my body into a sitting position, I was unexpectedly pushed back down again by a hand thankfully on my right shoulder.

"Easy there kid, no need to hurt yourself even more now." I froze, throwing my hands over my face. I knew that voice, it seemed fates had decided I needed to visit the Halliwells today. Pealing my hands off my face I opened my eyes and came face to face with Piper Halliwell. Groaning to myself I closed my eyes again wishing I was elsewhere this was just way to embarrassing for my liking. Piper seemed to think that my groaning was in pain and began to fret.

"Hey kid, you need to stay awake for me, you have a concussion." Piper worried tapping my cheek like she was trying to wake me up. I cringed back from her confused, it had been years since anyone had care enough to touch me without the intention to hurt me.

Opening up my eyes I gave up on trying to pretend I wasn't there, as I looked around the house I found that nothing had changed. Well apart from not being covered with children's toys on every surface, and the photo collections growing in size. Sitting up I swung my legs off the couch and was about to stand up when I was yet again pushed back down. I glared at Piper for making me sit back down, this wasn't going to work for me especially since I didn't have anything to write on.

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot, I'm Paige I hit you with my car. Not on purpose and this is my sister Piper." She sounded nervous but hey if hit someone with my car I would be as well. Giving them a small smile and a wave, I continued to scan the room for paper. They kept giving me weird looks as I mostly ignored them, until I gave up on looking for paper by myself and took my chances at a game of charades. Pretending I was writing on my hand, I silently asked for a pen and paper, both Piper and Paige gasped as they realised what I was asking for.

"Oh my god I hit a deaf person!" Paige shouted. I just rolled my eyes at her as Piper passed me a pen and paper.

"I'M NOT DEAF!" I wrote in huge letters. Just as they were going to ask their next question, a loud band came from the front of the house. Cringing away from everyone I tried to keep myself calm as I felt a panic attack from coming on.

Since moving when I was younger I'd had mild anxiety often becoming full blown panic attack at certain triggers. One of them being loud noises like slamming of doors, I'd like to thank dear old Voldemort for blowing out our front door for that particular trigger.

"Piper! Paige! I had a vision of Paige hitting someone with a car but it wasn't just anyone it was..." She ran into the room and stopped dead in her tracks. The whole room had gone quiet, my thoughts where racing a mile a minute. She had visions, like magical visions of the future. Maybe she was a seer. She started at me her eyes widening comically, I recognised her as Chris and Wyatt's Aunt Phoebe. Not that I had been around much when I was at their house but I had run into her a few times in my childhood. There was a look in her eyes that took me a few seconds to figure out, recognition. She knew who I was, I was positive that she did.

Taking my chance to stand up while Piper where frozen, obviously nobody was supposed to know about Phoebe being a seer.

My standing seemed to knock everybody back into the land of the living, Phoebe took a step towards me before she whispered to me

"Harry?" It was my turn now to be frozen on the spot, I had absolutely no idea how to handle these types of situations. Throw me into a fight and watch me beat the shit out of the person, but emotions where not my cup of tea. I did the only thing I could think of at the time, I nodded. Next thing I know I was being pulled into a hug, my first instinct was to tense, contact was odd for me I preferred to keep it to a minimal at all times. After a minute or two of awkward hugging she pulled away keeping her hands on my shoulder gripping tight. An involuntary winced in pain crossed over my face and gave me away.

"You're hurt." It wasn't a question, this got the other two's attention

"Phoebe what the heck is going on?" Paige asked looking completely stumped by now. She looked back over to me

"You mean you haven't told them yet?" she asked sounding scandalised, I just shook my head. It was amazing how long you could have a conversation without them realising you're not actually speaking to them

"Piper do you not know who this is!" Phoebe asked. Piper looked towards me then back at her sister like she was insane.

"Honestly no, I mean all I know is Paige hit him with my car and he doesn't speak." By the looks of it she was starting to get frustrated at her sister.

The pain in my shoulder was getting considerably worse and by the feel of it was also swelling quite badly. I grabbed the pad of paper off the lounge and scribbled a message for anyone to read, trying to get someone's attention by tapping to the paper I gave up quickly. It seemed that Phoebe was trying to get Piper and Paige to figure out who I was without any help, it wasn't working out to well thought. Giving up on getting their attention, I decided that I would go get something for my shoulder myself.

As the house was identical to what it was all those years back I had no trouble finding the kitchen. Rummaging through the freezer for an icepack of any kind I settled for a bag of frozen peas, wrapping it in a tea towel I wandered back into the living room.

"Where were you?" I grabbed the note I wrote previously and tapped it 'icepack'.

"How did you know where the kitchen is?" I went to write back but Phoebe stopped me.

"You know I would be shocked if he didn't know his way around here. Considering at one point I'm pretty sure he lived here." I was a bit shocked, I really wasn't used to people standing you for me like that.

Piper's mouth was opening and closing rapidly like she was trying to make words form but couldn't get it out

"But that would mean..that he...he is...is he?" I could see tears welling up in her eyes.

"Harry is that really you?" she asked me hopefully. I gave her a half smile, next thing I knew I had an armful of Piper, which was horridly awkward seeing as she was taller than me. I could feel the shoulder of my shirt slowly getting wetter as Piper clung to me. After a few very long minutes, she pulled back holding onto one of my hands tightly. She was giving me a look down making sure I was in one piece and not about to disappear in a puff of smoke.

"Harry you look so..." I could tell she wanted to say many things, that most didn't say out loud. Tired, short, battle worn, I would even go as far as to say anorexic. Living with the Dursley's and having the weight of the wizarding world on my shoulders had done wonders to my eating habits and appearance. Gone were the days when I was a healthy normal sized 8 year old, I was now a 5ft 3 almost anorexically skinny, 19 year old who had more scars than I know how to hide. I looked quite pathetic in my opinion.

"...look so grown up." She finally finished. I winced a smile at them, as if apologizing for not looking as health as they probably hoped.

"What happened! I mean we were gone two weeks and when we got home your parents where dead and you had disappeared off to nowhere before we could even find out where they had taken you. It was like you had just fell of the face of the earth." It sure felt like that sometimes

"So what happened?" They finally asked. I opened and closed my mouth a few times probably looking like a gasping fish. I was getting sorely tempted to try and talk again, it would hurt right? I licked my lips a few times and took a deep breath. I could do this yeah, no problems. I was about to open my mouth again when I was interrupted.

"MOM! We're back!" I froze instantly. I knew that voice, it belonged to the very man who had scaled me with coffee just three weeks back. As Wyatt walked into the room he was followed by what I could describe of as a swarm of children all different ages and genders but all had similarities that made them look like they were related. Following up the rear, herding them into the room was someone that almost made my heart stop altogether. Standing almost a full foot taller than me, forest green eyes shining with laughter as he tried to control the children.

"Hey mom, we were going to be longer but the majority of us were hungry. So we figured we'd just..." He stopped talking when he was me.

"Who are you?" he asked bluntly

"Christopher!" Piper scalded, hitting him lightly on the arm.

"I know you!" Wyatt shouted, everyone gave him curious looks especially Piper, Phoebe and Paige.

"I threw a coffee at him!" he explained sounding quite please with himself.

"Why did you throw a coffee at him!" Piper screeched at him. I couldn't help but break out into a wide smile even after all these years Wyatt was still terrified of his mother, not that I blamed him Piper was terrifying at times.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I tripped on my bag. Then the book when off on its own and BAM! Coffee scalding!" Pipers glared at him.

"You really should look where you're going, you'll end up hurting someone one day." She scolded again.

"Yeah yeah I know mom. What are you doing here anyways?" he asked me confused. Paige blushed deeply as Phoebe answered.

"Paige hit him with her car! Isn't that great!" Everyone looked at her like she had grown a seconds head or something. I bit my lip to stop a chuckle escaping my lips, clearly I had forgotten how entertaining the Halliwell household was

"How is that a good thing?" One of the twin girls asked, all the other children agreeing with her

"Don't you realise who this is?" Phoebe exclaimed her arms flailing wildly. Everybody's eyes began to stare at me, looking me over. I nervously flattened the hair on my forehead over my scar as a habit. After a while Chris answered.

"Are we supposed to know who this is?" I frowned to myself, honestly I didn't think I looked to different from when we were little sure I had grown a bit but thanks to my stunted growth and my unruly black hair I didn't look that different.

"Well of cause you should know!" Phoebe cried out loudly. "He was only you best friend since like forever!" Both Wyatt's and Chris's eyes widened comically. It wasn't until a searing pain in my nose caught me off guard that I realised that Chris Halliwell had just punched me in the nose.

I gasped loudly covering my nose with both my hands in hope to stop the bleed that was rapidly dripping down my face. I glared over the top of my hands at Chris who was currently being shouted at by his mother. Grabbing the pad of paper I awkwardly scribbled a note with a blood covered hand, there was no way I was going to get his attention passively so I grabbed the pen I had just put down and threw it at him, hitting him right on the forehead. His head shout up immediately , I raised my not up to him.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Chris took a step towards me

"Oh so now you're to good to talk to us regular people! I shouldn't be surprised didn't even have the decency to say goodbye. Didn't leave a note. No calls! Not even a bloody letter! You think that now you have new family and friends at where ever it was that you ran off to, that your old friends weren't good enough for you!" I bit my lip, did he really think I would just abandon them like that?

"I don't even know why you bothered to come back. Nobody wants you here. I know I sure as hell don't!" With that he walked out the room slamming a door somewhere else in the house. I could feel the tears slide down my face, my whole body shook from my silent sobs that I didn't even realise I was doing. Everyone in the room had frozen in shock, I moved across the room heading for the front door. I had to leave, I wasn't wanted here Chris made sure that I knew that. I wouldn't be a burden to this family like I was for my own.

I quickly left the hose as everyone began to awaken from their shock induced state. Turning back towards the house once more I could make out Chris's figure in the window, he was watching me I was sure of it. Before turning around and leaving I managed to rasp out the first words I had said in almost a decade

'Sorry'