Anthem
By Serendipity

Author's Note: Guess what! I didn't even post the prologue yet! Getting a head start. Anywho, last chapter was in Harry's POV and this chapter is gonna be in Hayden's POV. I gave him the name Hayden cuz I still have a thing for Hayden Christensen. -blushes- Oh and you have to keep in mind that it is 2013 in this fic. Harry's born in '80, Hayden born in '97, this is sixteen years later, did the math for you. So there's going to be updated versions of things, but it doesn't really matter because soon Hayden's gonna go into the wizarding world where they don't have PS2 or in this fic PS4.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything that you may recognize.

Chapter One

Rainy Day

My name is Hayden. I'm sixteen (I turn seventeen next week though) and I live in southern California with my mother. My mother is British and I have a slight British accent thanks to her. My mother is also a witch. I'm a wizard, sort of. I have magical abilities. I make things explode, or disappear, or move, or whatever when I'm mad. I once turned my fourth grade teacher's hair blue. Sometimes my mom breaks out her old wand and teaches me simple spells with it. I'm not very good. She says that it's because her wand isn't very compatible with me, but I think that I'm just a sucky wizard. Which is why I don't mind not living in the wizarding world.

I don't know my dad. Not really anyway. My mom never really talks about him. I know his name is Harry Potter. I have his last name. Potter. Stupid name really. Do you know how many ways you can change the name Potter into a teasing name? Rotter, Pothead, Pottyhead, Pottymouth, Pot, Ter-ok, I just made that last one up.

Anyway, my dad's a wizard too. He lives back in England in the wizarding part of it. I've never been in the wizarding world. My many uncles live there as well. But they come out to see us, we never go out to see them. My mom says that she has her reasons why she won't take me into the wizarding world. I don't really care. I like my life.

Like I said, my mom and I live in southern California. We have a really nice house. Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a huge kitchen, dining room, and a living room that has a huge flatscreen TV that takes up most of one wall and is equipped with the standard DVD player (Mom and I are movie freaks) and my PS4. I caught Mom playing FFXIII once. She didn't have those kinds of things growing up because they don't have electricity in the magical world. They have magic.

But our home isn't the only great thing about my life. My school is pretty awesome. I know that not very many kids can say that, but it is. We have a huge aquarium in our main stairway. It's always nice to be walking down the stairs and all of the sudden you look to your right and see a small squid staring back at you. My male teachers are great. They all have crushes on my mom so they pretty much let me get away with anything. Like that one time last year when I accidentally blew up a toilet-completely ignored. Or a few months ago when I managed to lock the whole of the freshman class up on the roof of our school. They wrote it off as boys being boys. Sometimes though I want to be punished just so I know that I'm getting acknowledged for some of my more brilliant pranks. Of course that's what my female teachers are for.

When it comes to friends I choose quality over quantity. I have about five real close friends and tons of acquaintances, though many of the latter I don't like talking to.

I have tons of hobbies. I'm a forward on my school's soccer team, I draw, play video games, I even read. Yeah, shocking that a teenage boy reads, isn't it? Just don't tell any of my friends about it. Oh, and I've been taking karate classes since I was five. I'm a black belt now.

And then there's Mom. She has to be the coolest mom in the whole world! She was sixteen when I was born (no one cares about that anymore) so she's young. She's an architect, so she makes a lot of money and she usually gets to work at home. She's very strict about things like manners but even she turns a blind eye at some of my pranks. She takes me to concerts and baseball games and in return I escort her to plays and symphonies, some of which I enjoy, but again, don't tell my friends. And every winter we go up to the mountains in Colorado to ski and snowboard. She dates off and on, but nothing ever serious. My Uncle Ron says that that's because she's still in love with my father, who from what I hear is also single for the same reason. But that's ridiculous, right? I mean, if they still loved each other than why don't they get married? Must be mom's "reasons" again.

Well I explained everything about me except my appearance, so I guess I should get to that. Well I'm 5'11" with a medium build. I like my abs, I have very nice abs-and biceps must be from the karate. I have longish auburn hair that I spike messily. Auburn. Mom says that it's a perfect mix between her red and my dad's dark brown to black. I have an oval face with a strong jaw, straight teeth thanks to my two years of braces. I have emerald eyes. Very unusual. Most people think that I wear contacts. Okay I do wear contacts but their not colored. Emerald is my actual eye color. I got mad when they wouldn't let me put emerald for my eye color on my driver's license. There's just one more thing unusual about me. You see, when I was about seven, I was climbing a tree and I fell. Perfectly normal thing for a seven-year-old to do. And I only got one injury. A cut on my arm that resembles a lightening bolt. So I now have a scar on my arm that resembles a lightening bolt. Freaks Mom out for some reason.

And that's my life. Or at least that's how my life used to be. Everything's changed now. I guess I should start from the beginning:

"Hayden!" I turned around in the school parking lot to see my friend, Ash, running towards me, dragging his backpack behind him. He finally caught up to me.

"Can I...can I..." he was panting. He bent down, placing his hands on his knees and held up one finger, telling me to wait for him to catch his breath.

"Can I get a ride home?" he asked at last.

"Sure," I said, casually twirling my keys on my finger. We walked over to my '04 Mustang and got in, cranking the radio to the newest punk band.

Now don't think that I'm spoiled or anything. Even though my car is voice activated with a built in navigation system, it's not connected to the Internet and it won't order Chinese for me. Plus I had to buy it with my hard-earned cash. But back to the story.

Ash lives down the street from me. I dropped him off and we made plans to hang out at the Skate Park around six. Then I went home.

I pulled in next to my mom's new car, which by the way, does order Chinese for her, and after turning my engine off, went inside.

Mom was in her office working, so I decided to let her be. I made my way into the kitchen and got out a Vanilla Coke. And that's when I saw it. Lying abandoned on the counter was a magazine entitled "Witch Weekly".

I didn't remember Mom subscribing to this. Hell, I didn't even know that the magical world had their own magazines.

But anyway, I was talking about the magazine.

On it's cover was a picture of a man. He was young, about around Mom's age. He had a strong jaw, black messy hair, and emerald eyes. My emerald eyes.

I blinked.

So did he.

I winked.

He winked back.

I waved.

He did too.

I dropped the magazine and ran.

"MOM!" I yelled, running down our hallway.

Mom ran out of her office, alarmed. I was unable to stop and ran into her, falling on the floor. It took us a moment to gather our bearings.

"What? What's wrong?" she asked.

"There's this magazine in the kitchen, and it has this guy on it...and he...and he..."

"He's your father."

"Yes, whatever, but the point is," I started, waving her off. But then:

"WAIT! WHAT?"

Mom sighed. Her red locks were falling out of her messy ponytail and she looked exhausted. She smiled weakly and brought a hand to my cheek.

"I'm going to make supper."

Then she got up, stepped over me and went into the kitchen. 'I'm going to make supper?' 'I'm going to make supper!' I just saw a picture of my dad for the first time in nearly seventeen years and she says that she's going to make supper? I sighed. It was going to be a long, emotional night.

I got up and went into my room. I fed Blizzard, my pet lizard and scratched my cat, Tai, behind the ears. My dad. That was my dad. I laid down on my bed and stared up at my ceiling. Even though it was early, my room was getting dark and I heard the distant rumble of a storm approaching. The weatherman said nothing of a storm. I wondered if Mom and I had some sort of power to control the weather with our feelings.

I decided to call Ash. I won't be going out tonight. Ash didn't really care about me ditching him. He was stuck babysitting his younger sister anyway, and didn't feel like taking her anywhere. Then Mom called me to come out to set the table.

I went into the kitchen and nearly fainted. Mom was making supper with her wand. The potatoes were pealing themselves; the spoon stirred the soup with no help. Mom never used her wand except the few times to teach me. I began setting the table the Muggle way, feeling very inept with my magic.

When I was done, I looked at the magazine again. He didn't move. I read the caption next to him.

"Harry Potter: Auror of the Year!"

It made no sense.

"What's an Auror?" I asked Mom.

She was placing the chicken on the table, and smiled at me.

"Sort of a wizard cop," she explained.

"My dad's a cop?" I asked more to myself. "Cool!"

Mom smiled once again.

"Come on and sit down," she told me, "I'm going to tell you everything."

And she did.

About how the Potters were excellent wizards. About how my dad had defeated a seriously evil wizard when he was only one year old. How he grew up in an abusive family. About how even though they weren't supposed to reveal themselves to him, many witches and wizards would wave to him and shake his hand as he grew up. About how he found out about being a wizard. About how he managed to do something incredible every school year, which only made him more famous than he already was. And about how he disappeared for seven months in his last year of school and came back a hero once more because he defeated that He Who Must Not Be Named guy yet again.

He was so famous. People were referring him to the next Merlin. Even his old school bullies admitted it. Wizard paparazzi were all over him, not leaving him alone, even now. They didn't want that life for me. Which is why Mom took me to America. Which is why she pretty much gave up magic. Which is why my dad and I don't know each other.

Two hours later, she stopped. The storm was raging on and on. The power had gone out sometime when Mom was telling me about Dad's third year at Pigwarts or whatever that school is called. She just lit her wand and used it to light some candles.

We were silent for a long time.

"Are you mad at us?" she asked finally.

I looked up.

Mad? Why would I be mad? They just wanted what was best for me.

"No," I replied.

Thunder boomed. Mom looked like she had something else to say but didn't want to. Finally she said it:

"I talked to your father last night."

My mouth went dry for some reason.

"You're birthday is next week and you'll be seventeen. In the magical world, seventeen is considered adult. We realized that you're grown up and you don't know your father, or anything else you should know."

Was she calling me stupid? I'm not stupid, I'm in the honors classes, damn it and I get good grades in those classes too! She continued.

"You're a powerful wizard, Hayden."

I shook my head.

"No, I'm not. You know I'm not."

"That's not possible. The Potters have been powerful since the beginning. Each generation gets more and more powerful, look at all thing things your father has done!"

"I have! And I assure you that I can't do any of them!" I said that a bit louder than I probably should have. I lowered my voice a bit. "Listen to me, Mom. I'm. Not. My. Father!"

The storm was picking up. Mom noticed it. She looked like she was going to cry. Then she said something that changed my whole life.

"You're going to spend the summer with your father."

"What?" I yelled. The blender exploded. Oops. My bad.

"Next week, when school ends, you'll go to England and spend the summer with your father. You'll be polite and listen to him. He's going to introduce you to the magical world and you're going to learn magic. Then at the end of the summer, you'll decided which world you want to live in. The magical or the muggle.

"This one! The muggle!" There went Mom's fine china. Sorry, Mom!

"You can't decide that now!" she yelled. The cookie jar exploded, that was her, I think. "You're going to spend the summer with your father!"

"But, Mom!"

"End of discussion!"

Mom never end of discussioned me before! She waved her wand; fixing everything we broke and left me alone in the dark dining room with nothing but the storm and a picture of my father for company.

Another Author's Note: Well there it is! I'm really liking this story right now. Ok this is going to be a big ass AN so brace yourselves. First of all, I thought of this whole thing two nights ago. I don't know why I made them all have kids at once. I admit that it's kind of unbelievable but I wanted people to be Hayden's age, so yeah. And just incase people are confused. Hayden knows about the magical world (though he doesn't know much about it) but he's never been in it. My friend explains it like this, "It's like us. We know about third world countries...we just don't into them!" lol! Anyway, if you're liking this story or not be sure to tell me! I'm going to start chapter two and if we don't have school tomorrow, I may even post it! Toodles!