A.N Hello, short one again, but as I am already a known person to leave one at a cliff hanger, I thought I had better not disappoint. In this chapter, we see a little of Harry coming through Kiddo.
We also see a bit of a new character, and I must say by the end of the chapter it is quiet obvious who whispered to Lily.
For those who have read Reunited, they probable guess it before, as he is one of my favorite characters. Another note on reunited, I will be rewriting it. Expect to see it taken down, or else republished, as new with the old still up. Will I get in trouble if I do that?








ON WITH THE STORY...




Elizabeth had expected to wake up to crying, baby's were expected to cry to get there needs, but she had not. Kiddo as Ryan was now calling him, and Elizabeth grimaced every time he answered the name- did not cry. She or Ryan would wake up and find the child grasping his cribs railing, wide awake and smiling at them, but he did not wake them as Elizabeth had thought.


Indeed, he was nothing like Elizabeth had expected a child to be. He grabbed and pulled at hair certainly, but her five year old niece still did that.


And, now like always, he waited patiently as she prepared a bottle for him. The Doctor had told them that bottles were the best for few days, because they could not be sure how malnourished he was.


But tomorrow Elizabeth was to give him baby food, never the less, he seemed quite content with the milk. He grabbed onto it as she handed it to him and smiled at her through the nipple.


He looked ridiculously amusing. Then he waved at her with one hand, as if already sensing her thoughts, and targeting to intensify them. He laughed as she smiled, and covered both his eyes, opening with an impression of what Ryan appeared like when he played the game with the infant. She thought it a remarkable resemblance for a baby's memory, until she realized her husband was behind her.


She laughed out right this time, faced with both her husband and baby playing peek-a-boo.


"You would make an excellent mime kiddo!" Ryan said, picking the child out of the highchair and flying him around. "Three days down, four to go. Then your all ours."


Elizabeth shook her head at this, but let her husband glimmer in that hope for a few more moments.


"Then sixty days until official adoption, remember? Only four until we can name him something more...appropriate."



"You see, she doesn't like your name Kiddo." Ryan changed his hold on the child, switching him onto his right hip. "Any way, its not like we'll have to put anything in the paper, you know how they said to put it in like five papers, to make sure the parents see, because the news has already taken care of that. Last I counted it was six papers."


He turned to the baby now, ginning foolishly. "You see, pal, your famous."
That did not extract the kind of excitement Ryan had been searching for. The baby, brought his hand up to his forehead in an odd way, and burst into tears.



It was the first time the child had cried, and both grown ups realized how intact the child's lung were. He was screaming as if all had suddenly been lost, and his hand was still gripping his forehead. Covering; Elizabeth realized, the lightning bolt scar on it.


After they had calmed him down and he was sleeping in her lap, she would remember him doing the same thing, although he had made it an adorable move, in front of the camera's when they had come out of the hospital.

Yes, this child was not at all what she had expected.












HOGWARTS LIBRARY- HERMIONE.


The library should have been locked, and no simple Alohomora should have opened it, but it did, and Hermione hadn't even been trying very hard.

She had dropped Ron off at the Common room, and had hurried with the invisibility cloak to the library.


From the moment the door had opened, Hermione had left drum of angst twist in her chest, and it was still there as she walked down the book isles.


She was sure someone had purposely reduced the level of security around the doors, and she was half positive it was not Dumbledore.


The old man might have let the key slip through, because she was sure he would have noticed the difference in the fake, but he did not loosen security around the castle, not when there might be a raid.

She was not so sure Voldemort was dead, and even if he was, there was still his angry mobs of servants, she wouldn't underestimate them.


That left that someone had already gotten in, or someone else wanted her to find the answer to the man who had whispered to Lily Potter. She wanted to think the last, but her mind would not throw away the possibility that the first seemed possible too.


She kept checking behind her shoulder, and she had kept the invisibility cloak on, even though Filch was no were to be seen, nor his cat Mrs. Norris.


Like people do when their paranoid about being watched; Hermione fancied she could feel someone glancing over her shoulder. She imagined a little voice whispering undiscernible words, and when she would spin around, there would be nothing there.


Twenty minuets later, Hermione had not found the book she had been searching for, but could take no more of her minds nervous tricks. She came out of the isle, and headed to the door; she would come back in the morning, at breakfast.


Just as she began to approached the last table before the door, she saw a book. It was incongruous sitting there open to its middle, because Madam Prince, made sure all books were put away at the end of the day. She was a bit paranoid on this rule, Hermione knew.


She frowned at the book, and thought perhaps she should put it way; in case the librarian look for evidence of an intruder the next morning.

She went to pick it up, but her eyes fell of the first words; the only words.


In fact, as she suddenly noted, the page had been magical erased, and words had been written over them, probably also in magic.

I am Godric Gryffendor.


The letters, made her slam the book shut, and as she did so, she heard a deep, rich chuckle echo through the library.

"Do the words scare you in some way Miss. Granger?"






















Silvercrystal77: Thank you, and this chapter will unveil your question.


Eric2: Thank you, no it is not Harry, though I indulged in that after you had guessed. It would make for an interesting twist, but no, not in this story.

Wiccan PussyKat: You are, I agree; though I don't know much about you.
I thought he did, I didn't think he said as much, but in this I needed him to say more. Yes it is AU.
Yes I am sure in real life, it would so much more...well, stressful. I hear that too, and death risks every year to round it off, hehe.
Another thing that has been simmering, thank you. Merlin, no. NO that is to, cliché for me, it is not Merlin. Of course by the time you've gotten to this part of the story, you already know that.
The map, yeah, I like it to.


Athenakitty: Yes, she will, by the time your reading this, you already know your next question. In a bit, I'm having to much fun writing him, and his foster parents. Oh alright, just to prove I'm really am a nice person, even though you wont have known this until later I'll tell you, he apperated to Ireland, no were in London.


Lily Skylo: Yeah, Sirus has yet to realize it. But come on the man was in Azkaban, I kind of thought it would effect him by leaving him kind of cautious about happy or hopeful thoughts, because the Dementors would have only taken them from him, you know.
Yeah the map was a good idea, but it was also there to point out just what you noticed; Dumbledore makes mistakes, even he is not aware of how Harry has disappeared.
We picture this man as a figure that can never fall, Harry did up until 5th year, and I think by the end of 4th year, but the fact is, he's human, and humans are imperfect, it is one of out perfection's.
I think he will be a bit younger then eleven, but that would be interesting.
Oh and I wanted to tell you something about Reunited, I'll be rewriting it. You might have read this in the authors note, but I want to make sure you got it, as I wont be answering your questions soon. It was very old writing, and I think it needs to be polished, thank you though for reading it.


Honeyduck: Thank you.