- Help Us! -
I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.
Daughtry – Home
Christopher Halliwell sighed as he stared out of the train window, looking out at the mass of people, parents saying goodbye to their children, trunks being placed on the train, owls hooting in their cages and people running up and down the platform trying to friend their friends. He didn't understand why he'd been chosen to go on this exchange program, he was good at magic, better than some of the others at Magic School, but Chris'd thought that his bother, Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, first born of Piper and Leo, the Twice Blessed one, would have been the one to go to this Hogwarts place. Chris wasn't jealous, he really wasn't, for all the different powers Wyatt had, he was crap at potions and improvisation spells, where as, Chris wasn't, thinking up a spell when his mum and aunts were in a tight spot was almost easy, and his mum was always getting him to help out in the kitchen, whether it be for dinner or the latest potion, Wyatt wasn't allowed any where near the kitchen as the end result was either burnt or ruined.
Chris smiled fondly at the thought of his family; he was going to miss them, but his Aunt Phoebe had assured him that was going to make some trust worthy and life changing friends, and who was to ague her. Chris watched as the train started moving, and all the parents waved bye at their children. Just then the compartment door slid open and a scrawny kid with black messy hair and glasses poked his head through the door.
"Hi…" He said shyly. "Errr…can I join you?"
"Sure." Chris smiled.
The kid smiled thankfully and took the seat opposite, and stretched out his hand, saying, "I'm Harry."
"Chris." Chris said taking Harry's hand and shaking it.
Harry and Chris chatted for a bit, Harry asking what America was like and what it was like going to a non-magic school and a magic school, as well as asking what Chris' family was like, like growing up with siblings. In turn Chris asked what it was like to suddenly find out that Harry had magic, as Chris had obviously grown up surround by magic, and asked Harry what he thought Hogwarts was going to be like. They also chatted about what music, books and movies they liked. Chris was surprised when Harry said he didn't have any he like and didn't know of the names or titles that Chris said. This lead to Chris asking about Harry's childhood, and swore to himself that he'd get his Aunt Paige on the case of getting Harry away from his relatives, but for starters, Chris invited Harry to spend Christmas with him and his family.
Their conversation fell silent when the sound of the door sliding, and a red head boy and brown bushy hair girl came in and asked if they could sit with them. Chris found out that the red head was called Ron and the girl was called Hermione. Ron was from an old all wizard family called the Weasleys, and Hermione had two non-magical parents who were dentists, and Chris was amazed that Ron asked what that was. As it turned out Ron knew nothing of the non-magical world. Hermione also seemed to have read every book known to man on any subjected she could get her hands on, and Chris was over the moon about having any intellectual conversation, that to his amusement left Ron and Harry with blank faces.
Then once again the door slid open and three boys entered, one in the middle was about a head shorter then the other two and head white blonde hair and a sneer across his face, where as the other either side of him looked part troll.
"Is it true?" The blond boy asked. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment." Then looked at Chris and said. "So it's you, is it?"
"No." Chris answered truthfully, and pointed to Harry. "But he is."
The blond boy flushed, but then pointed to the boys either side of him. "Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle, and my names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
James Bond much, Chris thought. Ron sniggered then turned it into a cough, and Draco Malfoy glared at him.
"Think my names funny do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair...and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley."
"Now, now, Drake." Said a voice from behind the three, and a small body pushed its way through, to revel a girl about the same age as them, with the same white blond hair as Draco Malfoy. "There's no need to be rude."
And with that plopped herself down into the seat next to Chris and said. "Hi, I'm Lyra, and ignore my brother, I do all the time."
"Chris." Chris said and introduced Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Lyra turned, pointed to Crabbe and Goyle, and made a shooing gesture with her hand and said, "You two, go away."
To Chris' amazement they did as she said. "And Drake." Lyra said. "Sit and be polite." And he did just that.
Huh, Chris thought, Aunt Phoebe was right, I'm going to make great friends.
By the summer to come, Harry was living with the Halliwell's, and Draco and Lyra practically lived there as well. Ron and Hermione visited as much as possible. Through out all the years Chris was there to help Harry, with what fate delivered to him, whether huge ass snakes or Voldemort himself, and so was Ron, Hermione, Draco and Lyra. The Elders eventually made Harry and Lyra, Chris' charges, which was a relief as they seemed to be the worse for getting into trouble or as they put it, trouble, found them. In fifth year Lyra and Chris started dating, much to Draco's horror, and got married after the Final Battle in which Harry defeated Voldemort once and for all, and a few years later they had their first child, a son. When Chris took over P3, their second child was born, a daughter.
Harry and Ginny got married and had three kids, two boys and one girl, and not to Chris' surprise, Ron and Hermione got married and had two kids, one girl and one boy.
Chris smiled as he weaved both his children onto the Hogwarts Express, although they were Wiccan, Chris felt it was right for them to learn about their Wizarding side as well, and it was a plus that they could both use wands as well as their powers.
Lyra took his hand and led him to where Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Draco were weaving at their kids as the train left, Draco's wife smiled at them. Chris smiled and weaved, he was amazed that so much had to have happened before all of this could come to be. Like Wyatt turning evil and then dying to save Chris' life, and Chris having to go back in time to change the future, yeah he knew about what had happened, the memories had come flooding into his mind when he had turned sixteen, but he wasn't about to tell anyone, and I won't, if you won't…
Authors Note:
Okay so I've realised I'm not going to be writing anymore Fanfic as I feel that I've lost interest in this.
If anyone wants to adopt or just take the idea you can but please PM me first.
Thanks
Shadow
