Title: True Identities

Author: Gia

E-Mail: divinechild18@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: None

Time: 5th Year

Summary: One dinner with his Sirius in the Leaky Cauldron changes Harry's life forever. A man, desperate from the loss of his own son, insists that Harry Potter is his son. What will Harry's friends do to get Harry back? And will Harry be able to handle the truth?

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: New chapter! New computer! New room! ^_^ I've nothing to say so on with the chapter!

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Remus wiped the juice off his face, thanks to Sirius. He had just got a message from Dumbledore, via fireplace, and knew that Sirius wouldn't be too pleased. Remus worried greatly for Harry's well-being, but he also didn't want his childhood friend to rush out blindly looking for his godson.

"MY GODSON IS MISSING!?"

A sigh. "Yes, Sirius, for the third time. Albus has told the others to be on the look out to. We're going to have to go to Hogwarts to search for clues. Maybe you can pick up Harry's scent in your animagi form. Anything that we can do to find Harry. So, just calm down, okay? We need to think rational."

"Think rational." Sirius spoke faintly.

"Yes," Remus spoke in a slow voice, as if Sirius was a child, "Sirius, Rational."

"Rational.." came the dazed reply.

"Is there an echo in here, or just me? Jesus, Sirius, snap out of it! Now come on, the sooner we get there the better."

Sirius seemed to snap out of his daze, and nodded grimly. The two stood, and prepared to leave, traveling by floo. There was still chance to find Harry, not much time had passed. Harry couldn't have gone far, could he?

***

Mark, hurriedly carried Harry to his house, anxious that people would see. When he made it inside the house, he immediately collapsed onto the floor with relief. Harry still being cradled in his arms, asleep. Mark gazed down at his, tenderness in his eyes, as he brushed a few bangs from Harry's forehead. He frowned when he met the scar. He survived.. Voldemort..

He didn't understand. How did his son manage to do that? Could there have been other things involved? Mark didn't have much time to bode on these questions when his wife, Grace, walked in from hearing the door slam. The minute she stepped into the living room, she gasped.

"Mark--" Her eyes looked down at the boy.

Mark winced. He hadn't meant for his wife to meet like this. Ah well, things couldn't be helped. He stood slowly, hugging Harry to his chest, and laid him down on the couch. He shook his head, when Grace opened her mouth to speak. Mark motioned towards the kitchen, and she reluctantly followed. Once inside, they both sat down at the table when Grace immediately told him to explain.

"Grace, that boy in there, he's not Harry Potter. He's our son. Edward. Edward!"

"Edward," she whispered brokenly. She looked back at him, "Are you sure, Mark? We knew Harry once, when he was little. Could hardly tell them apart."

"That's where your wrong, dear. Eyes. His eyes and Harry's were different. Our Edward had green, just like his grandfather. I'm telling you, Grace, that's him. I know our own son when I see him."

For the first time in what seemed an eternity, Grace broken into a true smile. "Our son." she breathed. So overcome with her emotions, tears started to form in her eyes. Laughing lightly, she brushed them away carelessly. "He's back, Mark, he's back! And I'm not letting him out of my sight. I've missed 15 years of his life, and I'm not going to miss more." She stood up determinedly, making to go to the living room to see her son, but she was stopped by Mark.

He had a troubled look on his face, and motioned her to sit back down. She raised her eyebrow, but she sat down anyway, waiting for him to elaborate. "You can't see him, yet."

"And why not?" she retorted, incredulous.

Suddenly becoming uneasy, Mark refused to look her in the eye. "I haven't told him about us."

"What?" she demanded. She stood up, looking down at her husband who still refused to meet her eyes. "Are you telling me, that Edward, our Edward, doesn't know the truth yet? Then why did he come with you in the first place? Surely he would've.. I don't know, run away, for instance?" She spoke the last part sarcastically.

"Well, you see.." Mark cleared his throat nervously, "He didn't come.. Willingly." Or conscious for that matter, Mark thought bitterly.

"What do you mean?"

This time, Mark met her eyes. "I kidnapped him."

"WHAT?!"

***

"Smell anything yet?"

Sirius shook his head, in animagi form. Remus sighed, still hoping for a trace. They were outside of Hogwarts, and they were looking for any trace of footsteps or of a scent that would explain what happened. They had spent hours combing the corridor Harry was last rumored to be by Ron, but there was no sign of a battle or duel, if Harry even had the chance to defend himself. The only clue, was when they did a spell search on the corridor, coming up with a Stunning spell. The thing that still confused them, was who had done it?

Albus spoke to Severus about any recent summons that showed hint of a plan to kidnap Harry, but there was none. No sign that Voldemort had Harry at all, unless he wasn't planning to let anyone know. There were just too many ways this could go, and all seemed plausible. Sirius whined, still searching the ground. He was going mad, hoping to find a scent soon.

"Padfoot," Remus said softly, "We've got a lot of ground to cover. But it's already getting dark. We'll have to check tomorrow. We'll have more options then. Perhaps try a tracking spell to see if Harry's near."

Sirius growled, clearly not wanting to give up. He knew it wouldn't do any good to search in the dark, but he couldn't fail his godson. Whimpering pitifully, his entire demeanor slumped and he sadly followed Remus inside. They immediately headed back to Albus's office, and weren't surprised to see Ron and Hermione standing there.

"--how about Blood Pops?" Ron tried hopefully.

"Canary Cream?" Hermione said after.

"Cockroach cluster?"

"Chocolate frog!" Remus called out suddenly.

The gargoyle leapt aside, and Ron and Hermione whipped around to look who shouted the password. They're eyes widened when catching sight of both Remus and Sirius in his animagus form. They hurried toward them, momentarily forgetting about the open entrance as Remus and Sirius met them halfway. "What are you two doing here?" Ron asked.

"Do you know where Harry is yet?"

Remus was saved from answering when Albus himself walked down the steps and came out into the hall to meet them. "I think it wise, that we conduct this discussion inside my office."

Flushing, all four followed Albus inside where they were immediately motioned to sit down on conveniently placed chairs. "Are there any clues Remus?"

Sirius, who transformed back spoke instead. "I couldn't find any trace of Harry's scent. But there's still a lot of places I haven't checked." he added the last bit hurriedly, since both Ron and Hermione looked crestfallen. Albus seemed to contemplate something, and pulled out the Marauder's Map. There was recognition in both Remus and Sirius's eyes, but they dutifully remained silent. Albus tapped his chin, surveying the blank parchment. Lifting hid wand, he intoned the words to make the map appear. "Perception." he muttered softly to himself.

Confused looks appeared on everyone's faces, but they all refused to speak up, fearing of breaking the man's concentration. The spell was broken, when Albus rolled the parchment back up and put it away. "I've taken the initiative to let the school portraits do a search of the corridors to look for any sign of Harry Potter, they are to report back in one of the portraits of the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses. I also told Severus," Sirius scowled at the name, "to give word if there are any new leads. So we should be hearing from either of them so--"

"Your Headmaster. It is an honor to meet you again!"

Five pairs of eyes turned to look at a portrait of a sleeping Headmaster. The headmaster in question was being rudely pushed out as a certain knight walked in--

"You!" Hermione and Ron cried in unison.

Sir Cadogan looked extremely flattered that Harry's friends recognized him, even if he was only addressed as 'You!'. He bowed lowly, and cleared his throat importantly. "When I heard that young Harry Potter has gone missing, I realized my folly, your Headmastership! I have been tricked, and gave the location to the very kidnapper." Again he bowed low, his face crinkling sadly. "I beg forgiveness! I have realized what I have done is terrible, and--"

He was cut off from going on with his speech that he readily prepared, when Albus lifted his hand up to stop him. "Sir Cadogan, who was this man? How did he look like?"

Before the Cadogan could reply, the door to Albus's office opened. Severus Snape stepped in, coolly ignoring the other four and spoke to Albus. "I've had no word of Potter's disappearance, Alb--"

"Ahem."

Six pairs of eyes swiveled back to the portrait. "He looked like a young man, perhaps around his age." He pointed at Remus, who flushed uncomfortably when the eyes looked towards him and reverted back to the portrait. "He had brown hair, he seemed like a new fellow. He looked worn though, depressed really. Wrinkles around his eyes--"

There were to sharp intakes of breath. Remus glanced between Sirius and Snape, both who looked very shocked. Snape turned to the portrait, eyes unreadable. "Did he know Potter personally?"

Sitting down, Sir Cadogan scrunched his eyes in concentration. "Well, he certainly knew who was looking for. He seemed in a hurry to get to him, desperate even, although I'm sure it's quite obvious as to why. He seemed like such a nice fellow though."

"I know who he is.." Sirius trailed slowly.

"What do you mean Sirius?" Remus asked confused.

"We sort of met him, at the Leaky Cauldron."

Severus snorted. "I wouldn't say meet, Black. More like ambushed." He addressed Albus. "He seemed almost hysterical when he saw Potter, claiming he was his son. Edward or something."

"Edward." Remus spoke faintly. "Son?" he asked himself. He turned his face towards Sirius, who was also in deep contemplation. "Didn't we know an Edward? Harry's playmate when he was little, Lily used to tell us stories about them, since we never met the little guy."

Sirius shrugged, "My memories of that past are long gone, Remus. For the life of me, I can't recall really. I'll have to think about it." His tone was a little bit cold, which was to be expected. Sirius's time in Azkaban probably sapped out the good memories. Albus interrupted the sudden gloomy air, his tone thoughtful. "Yes, you are right Remus. I remember a mention of Edward.. Edward Blake, ah, that's the name, from Lily too. As you know, Harry had bouts of wandless magic, but none so much as Edward. I, myself, had visited the two at one point."

"And?" Remus spoke expectantly, conscious that he was making Albus rush.

"I may be a bit off with my memory, but the two did resemble each other. It was a shocking similarity, but there was always a way to tell them apart, I saw to that myself. Although.. It couldn't be." Albus suddenly frowned.

"Nevertheless, I think it is safe to say, that we have a theory as to who has taken Harry. I shall personally see into the matter about this Edward, and what happened. I know of a certain tracking spell that I devised myself, but you must be near the vicinity of the disappearing. Sirius, you must find the spot Harry has been taken from outside. There is no way this man could have taken Harry out using Hogwarts. He will have walked out of the area, and either portkeyed out, or flagged down the Knight Bus."

"How do you know that, Headmaster?" Ron piped up.

"Well, that's simple, Ron." Hermione interjected. "May I, Headmaster?"

"By all means, Miss Granger."

"That would've been the obvious thing to do if you wanted to leave quickly. Detecting Apparition isn't the simplest thing to do, especially apparating with an unconscious person. Besides, you can easily check out about recent portkeys or Knight Bus drivings."

Albus smiled at Hermione, and she beamed. "Remus, you and Sirius will have to do the search tomorrow morning. Severus, check on the portkey points. I'm sure you know how to speak to them. Potions can have a substitute, so you will not have to worry about that." Severus scowled at the very thought. "I will contact the Knight Bus in this area about any recent stops at this school."

Hermione and Ron looked ready to voice out their thoughts, which were mainly helping in the search too. Albus looked down at them sternly, "The best thing to do, is to remain where you are. Everyone will be wondering where Harry is, and you two must be calm about this. Minerva will say that Harry has gone for family issues, and it is vital that you two keep composure. There will be no doubt, rumors of Harry's absence, and you must assure others of the truth. It will stop any unfortunate comings of things, so we can carry on the search for Harry unimpeded. Is that understood?"

The two nodded glumly, and everyone left Albus's office. Fawkes gave a trill in the now silent room. "I wonder. The will of perception is a powerful thing, especially when unaware. You can see things, because your senses, your perception of it, does so. I only hope this theory is just a theory Fawkes, or there will be more problems to deal with."

***

"--understand? Please understand." Mark spoke quietly.

After giving the details of what happened, Grace was fuming. But looking at her husband now, she understood. She would probably act the same away given the situation. She only hoped explaining it to Har--Edward. She hoped Edward would hear them out. Even though she felt uneasy about the way they acquired their son, she still had a happy, fluttering feeling in her chest. Her son was back. And if the people came here, to the States, looking for Harry. She'd make sure to put up a fight.

Still caught up in her thoughts, she felt Mark stand behind her. "I think he's waking, Grace."

She listened intently, and could hear a low groan. Bracing herself, she walked inside, followed by her husband. Wanting to be there when he came to, she sat down at the edge of the large couch, running her shaking fingers along Harry's open palm. She remembered, long ago, when she played with Edward's hands. Letting her forefinger be grabbed by Edward's tiny hands, smiling at him as he gurgled happily. Beautiful green eyes shining brightly back at her..

"..Who are you?"

She looked down, and felt her heart clench when she met the same beautiful evergreen eyes of her son. "Edward. I.." She didn't know what to say. She couldn't just say she was his mum. For all he knew, he'd spent 15 years thinking it was a woman named Lily Evans. Harry suddenly sat up, eyes trained on Mark. "You.. How could you! What have you done! Where am I?!"

Grace stood up hesitantly, to try to appear comforting. But.. Harry was far from being comforted. He got off the couch quickly, wand drawn. "Stay back, deatheaters!" he spat the last word, glaring at them viciously.

Both Grace and Mark found themselves at the mercy of their own son. Their own son who thought they were deatheaters.

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