Chapter Three: The Connection

Author's Note: I hate writers block. I was literally forcing myself to write this chapter, which would normally be easy. After all, Arthur did just find out Harry can see fairies. I'll do my best. Heh. I hope it isn't shit.

Oh, and for questions. Someone asked is Arthur known Harry was a wizard (something along the line of these words). Arthur, unfortunately, does not. Why? Because I'm mean! Haha, Arthur doesn't know about Harry's magic abilities because I have something planned for when he does. A past of someone will be uncovered!

Another question was if Matthew (Canada) will be in this fanfiction. The answer is, actually, I don't know. He is Arthur's brother though, and I may possibly throw him in here later if it convenient or if he is needed. Truth is, though, I sort of forgot about him. Oh the irony!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Shook had made its home on Arthur's face. Seeing Harry interact with a magical creature was something Arthur wasn't expecting to ever see, if not in his adopted son but in anyone at all. He was use to living a life where he was unlike anyone else. One which he was a rather different child, with a rather large, overacted imagination. In other words; a lonely life.

Seeing Harry interacting with a garden fairy was confusing. It made Arthur's head hurt, his knees week. He felt dizzy as if he were going to fall. Nausea struck him as he felt he was going to regurgitate his dinner.

No, he thought, no.

So while Arthur's life had always been empty; having it lack a close companion of ever lover. He was comfortable with it. It felt natural to him; not having anyone else that could relate to him almost felt like breathing. Something necessary and incapable of being changed. He felt jealous of Harry. Why though? Arthur could see them too and yet Arthur felt hatred towards the young boy.

Could this mean that Arthur was no longer special? If someone else could see them he was no longer one of a kind, a work of art. There was another person out there with the ability of Sight. Another person that no longer keeps him from fading into the crowd. If Arthur Kirkland was not special, then Arthur Kirkland might as well be the same as his coworkers.

Harry grabbed for the fairy, which, in return flew back angrily, cursing in some sort of language Arthur did not understand. The toddler looked happy; very happy. And while Arthur felt sad that he was not special, or jealous that Harry could see them as well. He could not bring himself to be angry at the boy.

Several emotions developed in the room. Alfred could just feel it. Arthur had never looked the way he had looked now. It was like his older brother was watching a crowd of people kicking puppies and ransacking homes, mixed with the sweet feeling of having a best friend or eating a sherbet on a summer day. It was a bitter sweet feeling.

And while all this was going on his focused seemed to be in Harry, who return seemed to be overjoyed or excited about something.

"Alfred," Arthur spoke quietly. "Go."

"What Artie?" Alfred seemed shocked at the random requested that seemed to come out of nowhere from his darling brother. "Arthur I thought I was going to stay the night, dude. I'm a hero, a hero needs his rest."

Arthur wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at his brother's remark. This month so far had become the worse, or perhaps, even the best of his life. One thing he was sure of though, was this one was the absolutely most interesting and confusing.

"Alfred, please," He continued. "Just go."

"Alright! Alright, fine. I will go, but why don't you shine some light on where exactly it is I'll be going?" Alfred put his hand to his hips in what he called a 'sassy' way. He had a habit of doing this when he wanted something or was making a point.

"You know where Patrick lives. Just take my car and get out. I have something ,I guess, I need to find out." Arthur went to the small cupboard under the stair case. He opened the door and searched for the trench coat he wore last weekend before digging his fingers into the pockets and retrieving the key.

Alfred stood in the kitchen beside Harry and the slightly angry fairy he wasn't aware of. He took the keys from Arthur when they were held out to him. He hadn't seen Patrick in years, but sure enough he knew where his house was.

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Arthur wasn't sure how he was supposed to find out exactly it was Harry had come from. Hopefully, where he had come from it would explain how the boy had the ability to see the flying creature from before in the kitchen. And perhaps, with luck, might even uncover something for Arthur. He didn't get his hopes up though.

There was a point in time that Arthur thought only children could see them. This was when he was nine years of age though. It wasn't until he realized Alfred or Matthew couldn't see them was he convinced he was truly the only one of a kind.

It had been an hour since Arthur had put Harry down for bed. The boy didn't seem very pleased with the news of this and made sure to put up a fight before giving into the temptation of sleeping. All-in-all, it had taken Arthur around three hours to get the boy, his boy, to bed.

Now, Arthur found himself in a predicament. Figuring out Harry's origins was more difficult without a good place to start. Arthur figured he'd start with a simple Google search of the names 'James and Lilly Potter' and see where that brought him.

Several links come up; one however stood out amongst the others. The link read, "Potter murder at Godric's Hollow" and due to Arthur vase curiosity, he clicked on it. The site was a normal news site that listed articles big and small from papers. After scrolling down past other columns telling about other tragic stories of scandals, he came upon one of a murder.

Arthur looked at the picture of the family, a man and a woman stood in front of their house with a young child in his arms. Arthur looked at the picture closer, studying their faces. He could make out certain features he saw in Harry's face. He began reading it quietly to himself.

"It was a terrible tragic morning of November 1st when the family was found," Arthur read. "James and Lilly Potter, a new couple that had recently moved to Godric's Hollow after the birth of their first and now only child Harry Potter; were found dead. The mother, Lilly, was in her son of 15 months room dead on the floor as for the father, elsewhere."

"I was later announced that the young son of the newly desisted couple was nowhere in sight as detectives presume the killer had abducted him after the actual killing was preformed." Arthur continued reading. "This case has been listed under "Extreme Odd Cases" for while detectives are almost certain the act was a murder; Pathologist cannot figure out the cause of death."

"Young Potter is still being looked for."

Arthur felt anxious as a surge of panic rushed through his veins. Had the person that had left Harry known that the boy was being looked for? Had they intended on telling him or perhaps they didn't care and figured he would no longer be looked for. What would happen if authorities found of that it was he, Arthur Kirkland, that coveted the boy.

Would he be charged with the murder? No. No he couldn't be. He had the papers! The ones he got from the envelope to show that he was Harry's adopted father. Could they take him away if Arthur presented the papers? Certainly not, right?

"The envelope sai-," Arthur cut himself short as he had an ah-ha moment. He quickly rose to his feet and rushed to the study retrieving the magical envelope from the cubby he kept it in. "The envelope, I can use this. If I can get letters from it, I must be able to send them through it as well."

The thought sounded preposterous, unreal, and stupid. Then again, the thought of people being capable of seeing creatures of magic also did. This envelope he had received with Harry has sent him two letters already. Well, one was just of papers, but the envelope had sent it none the less. Almost like a private mail service Arthur guessed.

"I can write a letter to that Albus bloke, asking questions about Harry and his parents, or whether those people in the paper were actually them. I can ask how Harry can see the creatures, how this envelope works or what he meant by saying Harry could be a passage or whatever it was."

An overwhelming confusion that he had felt several times this month showered over Arthur. Never before had he felt so confused about life, so helpless. It was almost as if no matter how hard he looked for answers, he'd never find them. Arthur rummaged through a drawer finding a paper and pen before he began to write.

This was, perhaps, Arthur's only hope for answers.

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Author's Notes: This is really late and in my opinion not to great (tee hee rhyme). I've been having writers block and just didn't know how to write this one. I wanted to give it a little bit of a twist for many of you were expecting Arthur to be overjoyed to find someone like him. I just didn't seem that to be real. I figured Arthur would be sort of sad to find out he wasn't different like he thought he was. Don't worry though, he comes round. Hopefully, I can write a fun family outing because I really want Harry to be more in the story, which he will be. I just want to beginning to focus more on Arthur and him discovering who Harry is and who—or what exactly he is.

Also, I'm sorry for bringing the Envelope back up. It might be annoying and repetitive (which I hate) but it a key part.

If you are wondering who Patrick is, he is Ireland. Haha, I'm cliché with names! Scotland is going to be Scott and Wales will be Michael. Sorry if the names suck.

Leave a review and tell me what you think about the whole ordeal. Do you think Arthur is being a jerk or are his emotions reasonable. Was using the envelope a good game move or no? What should Arthur and Harry's later outing be?