The Weasley household was still full of cheer. Ron and Arthur agreed to keep their discussion under their hats to not upset Molly, Hermione, or worst of all, Ginny. The wrath of those three women were enough to keep them at bay. The night was enjoyable for them, Molly's cooking never failed once, and it most certainly delivered tonight! Her pork, baked potatoes, and asparagus was more than enough to satisfy Ron.
After dinner, they resorted to wine and conversations. Percy took some time to reconcile with the family, but they eventually made up, and Percy finally found some interesting things to say with his family as he continued to entertain Arthur and Bill with the story of his boss' monologues of idiocracy. George being George cracking jokes with Ginny, Ron, Neville, and Hannah. Charlie talking about his recent converting to Christianity with his mother and Hermione. Fleur and Angelina being the responsible women they were, stayed with little Teddy and Victoire. They were also listening in to Charlie's recent conversion.
The night was very enjoyable, and everyone felt rather sad when it had come to end. After the men and their brides all left to their homes, and the Weasley Matriarch and Patriarch relaxing with their two youngest near the crackling fire, Arthur had pulled Ron aside.
"What is it Dad?" Ron asked in a hushed tone from the kitchen.
"You didn't let anything about this 'mystery savior' have you?" Arthur asked.
"No of course not," Ron replied.
"Good," Arthur replied, "I want to break this to Molly when Ginny is not around, you know how she is whenever Harry is brought up. I also want Hermione to be present for this, I was hoping she would stay for a little while longer before rushing back to the flat, I wanted to tell your mother and her tonight after Ginny had given up."
"I might be able to convince Mione to come here now," Ron offered, "she'll have my head for pulling her from her stories mind you."
"Yes, I think that is a grand idea," Arthur responded, "For now, let's try to tire your sister."
The men returned to the living room and reclaimed their seats next to the fire.
"Say Gin," Ron began.
"Yes Ron?" Ginny replied.
"Do you have any quidditch practices coming up?"
"Now that you mention it, I do have one in three days," Ginny responded, "I still can't believe I made the team."
"I know what you mean," Ron replied, "I'd kill to be on the Cannons'."
Ginny chuckled, "Ron, if you were on the Cannons' you would be the only bright spot in their entire defense."
"Oi, just because they've had some bad runs for the last few years, that doesn't mean they aren't a good team!" Ron defended.
"Spoken like a true fanatic," Ginny said before a yawn.
"Tired dear?" Molly asked in her motherly voice.
"A bit, I might be able to hold my own though for a little longer." Ginny answered, only to yawn again. "Actually, maybe I can't."
"I'll help you to the floo," Arthur offered out of instinct.
"Dad, I'm 19 years old, I think I can handle it," Ginny smiled.
"Only looking after my favorite girl," Arthur chuckled.
"Dad, I'm your only girl," Ginny replied chuckling as well.
"Did you forget about Bill? With all the hair he has, he could be," Arthur joked.
Ginny laughed. She was sure to save that for later. "On that note, I'll be off. Goodnight Mum, night Dad, night Ron."
A chorus of "Goodnight Gin" followed as Ginny disappeared into green flames.
As soon as Ginny left, Arthur nodded to Ron, and Ron stood. "Mum, I need to grab Hermione for something that you both need to hear."
Molly looked at her son strangely. "Is there something the matter Ron?"
"It is rather sensitive Molly," Arthur answered, "Ron and I both believe that you two ought to be the first ones to hear this. It's about a Harry."
Molly looked at her husband with tears beginning to pool. Had they found him? Had he been hurt? What was he doing? Where has he been? Oh the questions filling her head.
Ron disappeared into the green flames headed for his flat in London.
Hermione was reading the next installment of the Dracula stories, having finished and enjoyed Bram Stoker's original novel. She could hear the heartbeats of Quincy Morris as he desperately chased after the Count. The record player opposite of her bedroom closet door playing a favorite of her mother's, 'Brandy' by Looking Glass. The glow of the bedside lamp and the cool of the air mixed with the heat of her blankets brought her comfort.
An explosion from the living room brought her back down to Earth. She got up from her comfortable rest and opened her bedroom door to see Ron stepping out of green flames. She smiled and leaned against the door frame. "Look who finally came home," she said smiling seductively, hoping to gain some evening delight out of her fiance.
Ron wasn't paying attention to her pose on the door frame, he was so eager and anxious to show her what he had found. "Mione, I need you to come to the burrow," he said taking her hand.
Hermione's face dropped, disappointed. "Ron, what's so important that we have to do this tonight?"
"Very," Ron replied, "I'll tell you when we get to the Burrow."
"Tell me now," Hermione demanded.
"I can't I promised mum and dad that I'd tell you all at the same time," Ron replied.
"Oh alright," she said irritably. This was not how she saw her night going. She was looking forward to ending this night with her fiance showing their love for one another.
Arthur was pacing anxiously in his living room, waiting for his son and his fiance. His wife trying to restabilize herself with a cup of tea. The fireplace finally exploded with green flames with his son and Hermione walking through.
"Alright, so um... this is going to be hard to explain." Ron said as Hermione sat down.
"Ron," Arthur said, "tell them everything you told me."
Hermione looked at Ron not seeming interested, but Ron knew that once she heard what this was all about.
Ron heaved a sigh and said, "I was working in the office today, when Robbards came in with another stack of paperwork, he wanted me to investigate something in Northern Scotland, but it wasn't what I thought it was. I looked at the photographs taken and I saw what I never thought I'd see. A lightning bolt that looked very familiar."
Hermione immediately perked up. If this was headed in the direction she thought it was heading, she was glad Ron pulled her out of bed.
Ron went on, "I looked at the testimonies and I saw that some mystery figure was flying down from the sky and saving lives in need in the Irish country villages. There was no description for who it was, but I had a hunch. I looked further and saw that this person is magical, and he left a mark on a church wall. It looked like the lightning shaped scar that Harry used to have."
Hermione gasped and Molly burst into tears of joy, sensing that her long lost son had been found.
"It was Harry?" Hermione asked, "Where? Where is he? How do you know it's him?"
"I don't know for sure, but I have my suspicions. I want to take a few up there with me, and I think Hermione and Dad would be the best to come along with me," Ron replied.
"I have to go with you," Molly interjected.
"Mum," Ron replied, "We don't even know if it's him or not. I don't want to rush you up to Scotland just because of some reports, I want to be sure that it's him first."
"Ron!" Molly stated firmly, "That boy is as much my son as you are! I have to see him!"
"Molly," Arthur said, "Ron is right. I will take them up there tomorrow afternoon and find out if it's him or not. If Harry sees you there, he'll hide away again. You meant too much to him. If Ron, Hermione, and I go to see him, we may be able to get him to at least communicate with us. Afterwards, I promise, I will take you to see him if it is him."
The following day found Ron, Hermione, and Arthur at the ministry awaiting a portkey. It took some convincing to get Robbards to allow Arthur and Hermione to tag along, but only on the condition that at least two Aurors accompany them. Ron reluctantly agreed and two junior Aurors tagged along with them.
When the portkey finally arrived, the five of them grabbed on and were taken to the Scottish beach front villages.
The Scottish village of Crovie, Abeenshire was peaceful today. The citizens resting peacefully that their protector was watching them, and keeping an eye for any signs of trouble. But their protector was not in the sky, he was instead relaxing in his home of Lionheart Manor, and was sipping a mug of Pumpkin Juice. His father's portrait resting alongside his mother's. The two Potter elders seeming so peaceful, it made Harry smile. The cackling fire keeping the house warm, and the elves dusting the artifacts and woodwork of the ancient home.
Harry felt his usual tug of guilt looking at the red Roses of the flower bed outside the back porch window. He felt his lust for alcohol pulling, but he ignored it, as per his elves' demand. He looked down at the prophet in his lap, and saw an interesting article.
WAR HEROES TO MARRY!
RONALD WEASLEY AND HERMIONE GRANGER ENGAGED
His stubbled face allowed a grin as he felt his happiness arise for the two he waited to finally admit their love for one another. He took another swig of pumpkin juice and heard his grandfather clock chime. He checked his watch, 12:47. He figured now would be a good time to check on the nearby villages to see if all was well.
He stepped out of his home and kicked off the ground, bursting through the air. He turned his body West and shot towards the Village of Queensland. The air whipped past his face as the radiant sun soothed his neck and cold clothing. When the village came into view, he halted himself by pulling his waist and torso upright. The town of Queensland was about as peaceful and normal as peaceful and normal could be. He touched down and removed his coat and stashed it into a bush nearby.
He walked into a an alley way and appeared in the main street on the sidewalk.
"Afternoon Clark," a friendly voice called.
Harry turned. "Good day Henry. How's your wife and children?"
"Oh they are quite fine," The middle aged man named Henry Cavill replied, "I do hope that you'll find a nice girl around here, you're in the best years of your life."
Harry smiled, "After my last relationship, I don't think I can handle that just yet."
Henry sighed and shook his head, "Clark Kent, if you are going to live a full life, you ought to treat yourself as such."
"Appreciate the advice Henry, but I don't feel that I'm ready."
"Oh very well. I must be on my way, Amy is expecting me in ten minutes. Good day!"
Harry glided across the blue sky into the village of Crovie, Abeenshire. He noticed something different about this village in particular. He looked closely at the Beachfront where he saw two men fighting. He zoomed down to get a little closer. He could hear the men talking.
"Is that all you've got White?" one man said.
"You want the best I've got Luthor?" the other replied.
They appeared to be in a drunken rage. Harry zoomed down to the man he heard named White, and took him sky high. White screamed in terror. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" he shouted.
"I want you to go home, and rethink getting drunk near a working dock," Harry replied. He then zoomed back down to the back end of the village and put the man down, but not before one last precaution. "Obliviate" Harry muttered holding his hand in front of the man's face, making him forget the last ten minutes.
Ron, Arthur, and Hermione continued to walk down the streets of Crovie, Abeenshire, while the other two Aurors investigated the Lightning mark on the church wall. Hermione suggested that they look in different places and ask questions, the two men agreed. They forged fake cards for a newspaper company nearby called The Daily Planet. Hermione took the North side, Ron took the West, and Arthur took the Eastern part of town.
Hermione found a middle aged man working at the bakery, and figured she had better get started. "Excuse me sir?" she asked, making him look up from his inventory check list. "Can I help you miss?"
"Hermione Granger, Daily Planet, I have some questions," she responded.
"About what? I swear I haven't done anything," the man responded.
"Not about you, although I would like to know your name," Hermione answered.
"Christopher Reeves," the man replied, "so what exactly are you wanting to know?"
"There have been reports of some strange on-goings here in your neighborhood. Our reports talk about some mysterious man coming to help people in need, do you know anything about that?" she asked as professional as she could.
Mr Reeves thought for a moment, then finally spoke. "We call him the Superman. He can fly, he has the strength of steel, he can fly faster than a speeding bullet, and somehow he knows when someone is in trouble. He helps those he can, I've never seen him not be able to help someone, he helped me once."
"Would you be able to tell me what exactly he helped you with?" Hermione inquired.
"I was working a crab boat last summer about 50 miles off the coast, an oil rig caught fire close by and the oil was so deep in the water that our ship started to burn. We thought we were done for, but then we see this figure flying in the sky, he whipped around the water so fast, the oil started to clear away, and the spray from the water put out the fire on our starboard stern. We saw him rush over to the oil rig, and we saw him carry the men from the burning build over to us, and so we pushed in a distress call. Then, all of a sudden, he disappeared beneath the waves, and in his place, a tidal wave that swept over the oil rig and put out the fire.
By the time the coast guard arrived, he was gone. We never saw his face, even the men that were trapped in the rig were too exhausted and/or passed out to catch a glimpse of him. All they remembered was that he wore this odd crest across his chest. It seemed like some sort of lightning bolt, according to them anyways. The sketch artists listened to them and drew a few drafts of it until they confirmed it was his symbol. Whenever someone was in need of him, they would draw his symbol and show it to the sky, and he would come and save them. Even if you didn't draw it, he would still come, he knew. Somehow he just knew."
Hermione scribbled most of what was being said on a piece of parchment. She knew this was Harry, only someone of this character and this level of morality would do things like this. She needed to ask one more thing, to make sure. "Has anyone ever seen where he could be, or where he goes?"
"There are several other small towns around here that we suspect has been him. A couple months ago, a storm swept up Queensland, and the whole town was flooded. He came and saved them. He took them to higher ground and when everyone was out, somehow he used some sort of power to make the water retreat back to the ocean. Once again, we never saw him in person. We were sure the government was going to come and question us, but nothing. That is all I know about what he does," Mr Reeves finished.
Hermione copied down the name of the town, and the spell she knew that repelled the water. "Who else has seen him doing things like this?" she asked.
"A fair few folks around here. I know that Jimmy Olsen at the Church had a run in with him a few weeks ago."
Hermione copied down the name and the church. "Thank you Mr Reeves," she said, "You've been most helpful."
The next day, Ron, Hermione, and Arthur woke up in their hotel. Hermione told both of them what she had gained from Christopher Reeves. Ron was able to gain some information from a man named Brandon Routh. He learned that this mystery man never left anything out of place whenever he was helping someone, but when damage was being done, there was a lot to clean up afterwards. Arthur met a woman named Lois Lane who told him that most people fear what he could do if he went rogue, many were wondering what his motives were, and why he's here.
Hermione talked with Jimmy Olsen the day before, and learned that this mystery man was never seen in the village on his spare time, and the Pastors at their churches suspected him to be a guardian angel in disguise.
Hermione suggested looking around the countryside for clues of who this man and if it's Harry. The two Aurors that Ron was forced to bring opted to go home and report that it was just some boy wonder with a good heart, they thought Ron was crazy.
Ron and Arthur agreed to go around the countryside after checking in Queensland and the other villages close by.
A week had gone by and the villages all reported the same things, he was a mystery figure that was strong, fast, smart, and always around. They searched the countryside some more and found nothing. Ron began to grow tired by 2:30 after spending all night watching for some sign of this man. Arthur opted to return to the villages, and wait for trouble to stir up hoping this man would show up. Hermione was determined to find some hint in the countryside, so she pressed on alone.
It was around dusk when she stumbled across an estate in the plains. She had a feeling this was the new home of her old friend. She hurried to the gate, and unlocked the door with a simple 'Alohamora'. She walked through the yard, and saw a small cemetery to her left at the back of the estate. She opened the gate and wandered through and saw the one hint she was hoping to see. A gravestone with the name Potter etched onto it. She looked around and saw many with the name.
Just then, a thud and whoosh was heard behind her, she knew who this was.
"I figured that if we turned over enough stones, we'd eventually find you," she said turning around.
"I should've known that you'd eventually figure it out," Harry replied.
A/N:
As you can see, I renamed the story because I figured that 'Come Home' didn't really suit it. I also changed the story cover, seeing as it better represents the story. I hope you guys like the slight rebranding. Here is this chapter. A bit of a cliffhanger at the end, but alas, Harry has been found and is very powerful. How will the Weasley's react? Will Harry finally come home? Stay tuned for the next one.
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