A.N: I don't like this chapter, it is badly written. I know its not horrible but it below the standard I would have liked it to be. Um, its drawn out, but I felt I should update. I'm a bit late in coming, because well it was a busy weekend.

I'm 15 now, since it was my birthday, on Monday the 26th. You know how your parents used to ask you if you feel any different, and of course we would say yes, well I think I imagined feeling different all those times, because I don't really. I suppose its just the excitement that children mistake for a change, oh well.

Um, I'm not going to answer mail on this chapter, because FF.net is having problems had I have not received all of my reviews; therefore, it would be unfair to only answer some. I'll answer all of them next time, if your question has not been explained by this chapter. Thank you!



Muggle's and Magic.


They where waiting in the small room, sitting on the two chairs that had been set up for them, and waiting for someone to explain this mess to them.


She was staring impatiently at the empty chair, which was across from them, where that person should have already been. Her husband was leaning the table, elbows propped on it, and hands supporting his chin; they both wanted this explanation over with, so they could see Devlin.


Finally a man entered, carrying a simple brown folder. As he sat down in the chair, he spread the papers from the folder out on the desk, eyes gazing at them for a moment. Neither Elizabeth, nor Ryan spoke, fearing that their interruption would only lengthen this conversation.



"I am Ronald Weasley, and will be asking you some questions. You are Elizabeth and Ryan McClain, correct?" His voice was formal, yet he seemed unused to this kind of thing.


"Yes." Both of them readily supplied, hurrying him to the next question.


"And your son, he is Devlin McClain?"


"Yes, and we would like to see him!" Elizabeth had been the one to add to the answer, a bit exhausted by this whole ordeal, yet unwilling to rest without knowing her son was fine.


"You will, I'm sorry for the delay, but it is necessary." He sighed, feeling foolish that he didn't even know how to reassure these people. "Your son, he is eight?"


They nodded, and he continued, looking into both distraught faces in turn. Ron glanced down at the papers, which were Devlin's Muggle and, although very new, Wizard ones. One word caught his eye: adopted.


"Do you know of your sons biological name?" It might not be important, but he wondered how these Muggle's had managed to adopted a Wizard's child. The Magical world has their own adoption program, this child should have been in that.


"No, I found him." When Ron gave him a puzzled gaze he continued. "On July 31, I found Devlin in the woods about a mile from my home. Elizabeth and I had already been trained in the necessary classes that are required to be able to adopt. We had thought about adopting, since at the time we had not been sure we were going to be able to have children on our own. So we adopted him."


Ron had flinched at the date, forcing himself to keep listening. That had been the day Harry had disappeared, that had been his friends birthday; he had always supposed Harry's disappearance was Voldemort's 'present'.



"Hmm, so you are not aware of his...heritage?" Did a Wizard really get abandoned? Usually Wizards were a bit more careful about having children, and would most likely leave the child at the Wizard Orphanage if they decided there was no other option.



The Magical world did not take kindly to people who threw their children to Muggle's...



"No. No one came forward." The mother, Elizabeth McClain, appeared more frightened by the moment. Her face went pale with each of his questions; he was starting to wonder if she had any blood left in her face.


"Is, is Devlin alright?" Ron gazed up a the woman, and smiled shakily.


"Your son is physically fine, but there are some things you should know, about your son." Elizabeth found her heart frozen, for that moment, waiting for the man next words to free it. His parents, did someone recognize him? No, she answered herself, they couldn't he was so little... Still, the mere possibility left her feeling sickly inside.




"Sir, what, what is wrong." The man shook his head, gazing back at her as if he had forgotten they were even there.


"I, I must confess, I'm not to sure..." We should have just obviated you, what is so special about your child? What is Dumbledore thinking? He did not say this aloud, of course.



For a moment, Ron seemed unable to picture how these people did this job everyday. Certainly his respect of them went up a notch. Magic, he thought, what is a good way to start.


Suddenly, an idea sprung to his head. Ron reached into his pants pocket, and withdrew something. Slowly, so that the McClain's had plenty of time to examine it, Ron placed the thin wooden stick, more often referred to as a wand, on the table.



"This is a wand." He said awkwardly, noticing for the first time he was blushing. A first year would know this, and it felt absurd stating it. Like telling someone that is grass, everyone knows what the springy stuff is.



"Your son, he's a Wizard." He did not look up to meet their puzzled gaze; he knew it would only make it harder to continue.

"That snake, it was a Magical one. Those people that appeared, are the Magical words equivalent to your Policemen. And lastly, I have been sent to explain, in basic, this new world to you." He paused, but still did not look up to meet their gaze.


"At eleven, weather this had happened or not, your son will get a letter, excepting him to Hogwarts; a school that trains young Wizards and Witches." Finally he looked up. Both were staring at him in the oddest way; he could not explain it. Unexpectedly, a smile spread across the mothers face.



"He looks like a Wizard." She said, smile growing wider. "As long as you promise this isn't a joke; I believe you. I always thought there was something about him..." Her voice trailed off, just as his own confusion grew; he hadn't thought it would be this easy.



"Looks..?" He sounded almost pathetic to himself. Mrs. McClain stopped her smile, and reached for her own pants pocket.



Ron thought, for a brief moment, that she would withdraw her own wand, but she did not, merely a wallet. What she with drew from the wallet, had him stumbling from the chair, falling on the floor in his haste to get away from it.


Elizabeth's words fell past him, but she had stopped with his reaction. 'His eyes, there such a pure form of green; they always seemed like magic to me.'



The boy in front of him, or rather the picture, was Harry; only this boy was younger, much younger.














HOGWARTS GROUNDS-



Half way to the iron gate that connected Hogwarts to the Magical village of Hogsmeade, Hermione found herself unable to move. Not even the thought of Harry, could make her legs bend.

Although, she decided, she would allow them to bend even if it meant falling to the ground, anything to not feel this desperate numbness, like ice.


"What do you mean?" Her voice reminded her oddly of a helpless puppies wine; although, she was more concerned from another person, then if she was getting a biscuit. Her legs had apparently awaken again, because she found herself a few steps closer to Godric then she had been before.


He took a step back, and she found it intriguing that he was more frightened by her tears then he had been of her glower.


"Harry, was never fine..." He said, trying to turn around, and keep walking. Hermione merely jogged beside him, wiping at her eyes fiercely.



"What do you mean?" She asked again, it seemed this ice was tearing at her heart, closing in on it, threatening it with its coldness. She felt as though, if her heart missed one beat, it would freeze over, and each time her foot fell onto the solid ground, she mistook it for that missed beat.


"I am sure Devlin is fine, what I meant is what I said: Harry was never fine." Hermione did not stop, she merely quickened her steps, forcing, now, Godric to hurry to meet her.



"You talk as if they are two different people, when it is merely a new name." Hermione stated, back to her formal voice. Godric frowned for a moment, as they reached the gates, then while he open on heavy iron door for her, he answered.



"Physically, they are the same. Mentally; I'm not sure they are the same..." He let his voice trail off, as he slipped through the gates and closed. Both paused for a moment, gazing at the path ahead, perhaps judging how far they must walk for the anti-apperation wards to fade away.


"How do you know so much about him?" She prodded, hoping he would not notice her scavenging for information. He did, and he merely smiled at her, and rushed forward.

Why would he not answer her?