DISCLAIMER: Same-o same-o. Read the thing in the chapter before.
This story is dedicated to Lene. We'll find something that helps, Lene. I promise we will. Until we do, you'll be in my prayers. Goddess Bless you and your unborn twins. Goddess Bless Soren too. I love you, Leney.
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Harry stumbled into the Weasleys' kitchen, breathing hard. He had done that many times now, and yet, he still got sick or felt sick after each time.
"I'm waiting for the day I can Apparate." Harry said, dusting the soot from his clothes. "Sorry 'bout that." Said Harry, pointing at the soot all over the ground.
"No problem, Harry." Charlie said, flicking his wand. The soot disappeared from both the ground and Harry. "I left your things upstairs in Ron's room."
"No, Fred and George are staying in their own rooms, thank you." Ron quickly said, seeing the look of fear that flashed across Harry face. "Charlie's staying with them and Bill's staying with his girlfriend at her flat. We don't have to put up with any of the snoring."
"Oh, good." Harry laughed, clapping Ron on the back. "'Lo, Hermione." He gave his friend a hug. "Ginny."
"Lets go upstairs before Mom comes in here and finds Fred and George's O.W.L.s. All hell will break loose. Besides, I want to show you the dress robes that they bought me." Ron led the way out of the kitchen. Harry looked over and winked at the two twins. He knew they wouldn't let him down. Ron had really hated his dress robes from the last year. After Harry had given his Triwizard competition winnings to Fred and George, he made them promise to get Ron some new dress robes.
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"Are you sure they're going to like me?" I asked Will, trying to decide whether or not I should where Muggle clothing or wizard's robes.
"They'll love you just as much as I do, Caylon. Stop worrying so much. You've met them before. Hell, you spent an entire summer with us, in case you've forgotten." Bill kissed her. She called him Will. She was the only one who had ever called him Will. Everyone else called him Bill. It was strange, but he didn't care, he was in love with Caylon, the girl he had met 14 years ago. Of course he hadn't loved her then, but he did like her. They only fell in love a few years back, but Bill never told his parents.
"What about Harry? I want to make a good impression on him. He is, after all, my only family. Even if he doesn't know it. You don't know how important this is to me. What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't want to come back and live with me?" I babbled in fear. Will (A/N: I will be referring to him as Will, from now on, unless someone other than Caylon is addressing him. Then he will be Bill.) wrapped his arms around me.
"Harry's been dreaming of a family ever since he was little. Now he can have one. Do you really think hell turn you down? After you went through all this trouble to get him back? It'll be okay."
"I'm dressing like a Muggle." I said, pulling out a t-shirt and some jeans. "Or should I wear robes? Will? Help?"
"Dress like a muggle and wear your dragon boots." He answered. "I like that the most."
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"Can you please refrain from thundering up and down the stairs?" Percy roared, sticking his head out of the window. "Some of us have very important work to do!"
"Sorry, Perce." Ron turned to face his brother. "We'll be more quiet, okay? Take a break and get some rest Percy. You and Dad have been working all summer over You-Know-Who. Don't work yourself into an early grave, alright?" Ron asked him, worried for his brother's health.
"Alright, Ron." Percy finally answered, pushing his glasses up. "I really have been working too hard. I can't wait for all of this to end."
"I can't wait, either." Harry said. "He is after my blood. I'm first on his 'to kill' list, in case you've forgotten. Sometimes I wish I were someone else so I wouldn't have to worry about any of this. You would think that the man would give up already. I mean, 'if at first you don't succeed, try, try again' only has two extra tries. This guy's had a fourth and a fifth. GIVE UP ALREADY!" Harry screamed in frustration, finally being able to let out all of the feelings he had been harboring. Harry collapsed in a fit of sobs as everything that had happened to him in the last four years hit him all at once.
"It's alright, Harry." Hermione comforted her friend as Ron sprinted down the stairs to get his mother and father or someone who could help Harry.
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I wasn't expecting to have an almost exact miniature hit me as soon as we got into the kitchen, but one did.
"Ron!" Will caught the boy in his arms. "What's wrong?" He asked, seeing the look on his face.
"It's Harry, Bill. He's having a nervous breakdown. I can't find Mum or Dad. I can't find Charlie either. Come quick and help. Percy, Hermione, and Ginny are up there trying to calm him down." The boy, Ron, I guess said hurriedly, pulling Bill along with him as he walked.
"Harry!" I whispered, taking off up the stairs with Will and Ron following close behind. I came upon a group consisting of mostly flaming red heads. I grabbed my dear nephew and pulled him to his feet as he sobbed uncontrollably. "Harry. It'll be okay." I hugged him for the first time in nearly 14 years.
"I just can't take it anymore." He mumbled.
"Come on, guys. Leave Harry with Caylon, won't you?" I heard Will say to his siblings and Hermione. "He'll be okay with her. She won't let anything happen to him." I heard the others get up and leave one at a time, until there was no one left but myself, Harry, Will and Ron. "Come on, Ron. We'll explain later. Just leave them alone." Will dragged his brother down the stairs.
"Harry, look at me." I raised his head to look me in the eyes. "Do you know who I am?"
"No." He sniffled, trying to be manly and stop crying. "Who are you anyway?"
"Have you ever heard of anyone named Caylon Sharla Mikens? Or Caylon Brig? Or even Caylon Potter?" I asked, brushing his hair from his face.
"I haven't heard of any of them." He said, wiping his eyes with the hem of his shirt.
"Damn them." I cursed under my breath. "Did your Aunt and Uncle ever tell you about anyone else in you family?"
"No. They told me they were the only ones left in my family. Why are you asking me all these things?" His green eyes shined with grief as the sun slowly disappeared in the window nearby.
"Then they never told you about your father's family?"
"They didn't know anything about his family. I've been looking for things about him and them but all I managed to find was that he had 3 brothers and Voldemort killed them all. Damn him." Harry answered, his voice dripping with hatred and anger. "I'll kill him!"
"Harry! Stop it! Did you ever find anything about a man named Matthias Brig? Or your grandmother on your father's side?"
"No. I know that she remarried after my father's father died. Do you know anything about them?"
"I hope it do." I answered, taking a deep breath before I went on. "Brig and your grandmother had a daughter together. Your father's half sister. She was younger then him by close to 25 years. When she was eight was when Voldemort came to power. He came to Boston, Massachusetts in search for Marina, your grandmother. He wanted to eliminate her entire family because of something that had happened between them when they were younger. At that time that he found Marina, she was with her muggle friend, Christine. Christine had a daughter that was the same exact age as Marina's daughter. Caitlin was with Marina when Voldemort came. He thought she was Marina's daughter and he murdered them both. Marina's daughter had her memory revised and was sent to live with Christine where she would be safe. A year later, you were born to her brother, James. James believed that all of his family was gone because he hadn't heard anything from them. He was determined to keep the Potter name alive. Then Voldemort came after him and you know everything from there. Brig, of course had disappeared as well. Two years later, Marina's daughter came to be ten and was accepted into Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She relearned everything about her past and was taken to see her nephew and on that day, she vowed that she would do everything in her power to get custody of him, you and raise you with a loving family because she had seen the way the Dursleys treated you. Of course she was ten at the time and didn't know who her father was. Seven years later, in her last year of schooling, she was called to Brig's cabin where he told her he was her father. He died that same day. She renewed her vow and has been working hard on fulfilling her dream ever since."
"So what happened to her?" Harry asked, enthralled by the tale of his aunt.
"She turned twenty-four and finally received permission from your Ministry of Magic and from Dumbledore to take you home with her." I said, taking deeper breaths to calm myself, knowing that my quest was almost to an end.
"So where is she? If she's done all of this, why isn't she here to take me away?"
"I'll get to that in a bit. My question is are you will to go and stay with her? Are you willing to leave the safety and protection you get from the Dursleys? Voldemort will know to look for you with her if he ever finds out that she is in fact a Potter, through her mother. Even if she isn't a Potter by blood."
"Are you insane? Of course I would go with her! I've been waiting for my family to come and take me away for my entire life! Do you think I enjoy living with the Dursleys? WHERE IS SHE???" He screamed, unable to keep his excitement in check.
"If you don't calm down, Harry Potter, I will not take you home with me. I will send you right on back to the Dursleys and tell Professor Dumbledore that I no longer want to have anything to do with my nephew." I answered smoothly, upset under my calm exterior that he kept yelling at me.
"YOU'RE MY AUNT?"
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A/N: You're thinking, 'wow, what a short story', huh? WRONG! This is just the beginning of the story. Yeah, Harry and the crew will be going back to Hogwarts in my story and you know he'll be there until the start of the next summer, so many more chapters to come!
This story is dedicated to Lene. We'll find something that helps, Lene. I promise we will. Until we do, you'll be in my prayers. Goddess Bless you and your unborn twins. Goddess Bless Soren too. I love you, Leney.
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Harry stumbled into the Weasleys' kitchen, breathing hard. He had done that many times now, and yet, he still got sick or felt sick after each time.
"I'm waiting for the day I can Apparate." Harry said, dusting the soot from his clothes. "Sorry 'bout that." Said Harry, pointing at the soot all over the ground.
"No problem, Harry." Charlie said, flicking his wand. The soot disappeared from both the ground and Harry. "I left your things upstairs in Ron's room."
"No, Fred and George are staying in their own rooms, thank you." Ron quickly said, seeing the look of fear that flashed across Harry face. "Charlie's staying with them and Bill's staying with his girlfriend at her flat. We don't have to put up with any of the snoring."
"Oh, good." Harry laughed, clapping Ron on the back. "'Lo, Hermione." He gave his friend a hug. "Ginny."
"Lets go upstairs before Mom comes in here and finds Fred and George's O.W.L.s. All hell will break loose. Besides, I want to show you the dress robes that they bought me." Ron led the way out of the kitchen. Harry looked over and winked at the two twins. He knew they wouldn't let him down. Ron had really hated his dress robes from the last year. After Harry had given his Triwizard competition winnings to Fred and George, he made them promise to get Ron some new dress robes.
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"Are you sure they're going to like me?" I asked Will, trying to decide whether or not I should where Muggle clothing or wizard's robes.
"They'll love you just as much as I do, Caylon. Stop worrying so much. You've met them before. Hell, you spent an entire summer with us, in case you've forgotten." Bill kissed her. She called him Will. She was the only one who had ever called him Will. Everyone else called him Bill. It was strange, but he didn't care, he was in love with Caylon, the girl he had met 14 years ago. Of course he hadn't loved her then, but he did like her. They only fell in love a few years back, but Bill never told his parents.
"What about Harry? I want to make a good impression on him. He is, after all, my only family. Even if he doesn't know it. You don't know how important this is to me. What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't want to come back and live with me?" I babbled in fear. Will (A/N: I will be referring to him as Will, from now on, unless someone other than Caylon is addressing him. Then he will be Bill.) wrapped his arms around me.
"Harry's been dreaming of a family ever since he was little. Now he can have one. Do you really think hell turn you down? After you went through all this trouble to get him back? It'll be okay."
"I'm dressing like a Muggle." I said, pulling out a t-shirt and some jeans. "Or should I wear robes? Will? Help?"
"Dress like a muggle and wear your dragon boots." He answered. "I like that the most."
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"Can you please refrain from thundering up and down the stairs?" Percy roared, sticking his head out of the window. "Some of us have very important work to do!"
"Sorry, Perce." Ron turned to face his brother. "We'll be more quiet, okay? Take a break and get some rest Percy. You and Dad have been working all summer over You-Know-Who. Don't work yourself into an early grave, alright?" Ron asked him, worried for his brother's health.
"Alright, Ron." Percy finally answered, pushing his glasses up. "I really have been working too hard. I can't wait for all of this to end."
"I can't wait, either." Harry said. "He is after my blood. I'm first on his 'to kill' list, in case you've forgotten. Sometimes I wish I were someone else so I wouldn't have to worry about any of this. You would think that the man would give up already. I mean, 'if at first you don't succeed, try, try again' only has two extra tries. This guy's had a fourth and a fifth. GIVE UP ALREADY!" Harry screamed in frustration, finally being able to let out all of the feelings he had been harboring. Harry collapsed in a fit of sobs as everything that had happened to him in the last four years hit him all at once.
"It's alright, Harry." Hermione comforted her friend as Ron sprinted down the stairs to get his mother and father or someone who could help Harry.
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I wasn't expecting to have an almost exact miniature hit me as soon as we got into the kitchen, but one did.
"Ron!" Will caught the boy in his arms. "What's wrong?" He asked, seeing the look on his face.
"It's Harry, Bill. He's having a nervous breakdown. I can't find Mum or Dad. I can't find Charlie either. Come quick and help. Percy, Hermione, and Ginny are up there trying to calm him down." The boy, Ron, I guess said hurriedly, pulling Bill along with him as he walked.
"Harry!" I whispered, taking off up the stairs with Will and Ron following close behind. I came upon a group consisting of mostly flaming red heads. I grabbed my dear nephew and pulled him to his feet as he sobbed uncontrollably. "Harry. It'll be okay." I hugged him for the first time in nearly 14 years.
"I just can't take it anymore." He mumbled.
"Come on, guys. Leave Harry with Caylon, won't you?" I heard Will say to his siblings and Hermione. "He'll be okay with her. She won't let anything happen to him." I heard the others get up and leave one at a time, until there was no one left but myself, Harry, Will and Ron. "Come on, Ron. We'll explain later. Just leave them alone." Will dragged his brother down the stairs.
"Harry, look at me." I raised his head to look me in the eyes. "Do you know who I am?"
"No." He sniffled, trying to be manly and stop crying. "Who are you anyway?"
"Have you ever heard of anyone named Caylon Sharla Mikens? Or Caylon Brig? Or even Caylon Potter?" I asked, brushing his hair from his face.
"I haven't heard of any of them." He said, wiping his eyes with the hem of his shirt.
"Damn them." I cursed under my breath. "Did your Aunt and Uncle ever tell you about anyone else in you family?"
"No. They told me they were the only ones left in my family. Why are you asking me all these things?" His green eyes shined with grief as the sun slowly disappeared in the window nearby.
"Then they never told you about your father's family?"
"They didn't know anything about his family. I've been looking for things about him and them but all I managed to find was that he had 3 brothers and Voldemort killed them all. Damn him." Harry answered, his voice dripping with hatred and anger. "I'll kill him!"
"Harry! Stop it! Did you ever find anything about a man named Matthias Brig? Or your grandmother on your father's side?"
"No. I know that she remarried after my father's father died. Do you know anything about them?"
"I hope it do." I answered, taking a deep breath before I went on. "Brig and your grandmother had a daughter together. Your father's half sister. She was younger then him by close to 25 years. When she was eight was when Voldemort came to power. He came to Boston, Massachusetts in search for Marina, your grandmother. He wanted to eliminate her entire family because of something that had happened between them when they were younger. At that time that he found Marina, she was with her muggle friend, Christine. Christine had a daughter that was the same exact age as Marina's daughter. Caitlin was with Marina when Voldemort came. He thought she was Marina's daughter and he murdered them both. Marina's daughter had her memory revised and was sent to live with Christine where she would be safe. A year later, you were born to her brother, James. James believed that all of his family was gone because he hadn't heard anything from them. He was determined to keep the Potter name alive. Then Voldemort came after him and you know everything from there. Brig, of course had disappeared as well. Two years later, Marina's daughter came to be ten and was accepted into Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She relearned everything about her past and was taken to see her nephew and on that day, she vowed that she would do everything in her power to get custody of him, you and raise you with a loving family because she had seen the way the Dursleys treated you. Of course she was ten at the time and didn't know who her father was. Seven years later, in her last year of schooling, she was called to Brig's cabin where he told her he was her father. He died that same day. She renewed her vow and has been working hard on fulfilling her dream ever since."
"So what happened to her?" Harry asked, enthralled by the tale of his aunt.
"She turned twenty-four and finally received permission from your Ministry of Magic and from Dumbledore to take you home with her." I said, taking deeper breaths to calm myself, knowing that my quest was almost to an end.
"So where is she? If she's done all of this, why isn't she here to take me away?"
"I'll get to that in a bit. My question is are you will to go and stay with her? Are you willing to leave the safety and protection you get from the Dursleys? Voldemort will know to look for you with her if he ever finds out that she is in fact a Potter, through her mother. Even if she isn't a Potter by blood."
"Are you insane? Of course I would go with her! I've been waiting for my family to come and take me away for my entire life! Do you think I enjoy living with the Dursleys? WHERE IS SHE???" He screamed, unable to keep his excitement in check.
"If you don't calm down, Harry Potter, I will not take you home with me. I will send you right on back to the Dursleys and tell Professor Dumbledore that I no longer want to have anything to do with my nephew." I answered smoothly, upset under my calm exterior that he kept yelling at me.
"YOU'RE MY AUNT?"
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A/N: You're thinking, 'wow, what a short story', huh? WRONG! This is just the beginning of the story. Yeah, Harry and the crew will be going back to Hogwarts in my story and you know he'll be there until the start of the next summer, so many more chapters to come!