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: How's everyone liking the story so far?? Well, I've got an outline of the entire story, but it may change in the future. I'd like to draw out the search for Harry, and time Harry spends with them, but it's going to be a bit hard.. Or, I might not draw it out real long.. It just depends on my reviewers. ~_^

On this story, True Identities, I don't plan on making this very easy for the Blakes' to gain Harry's trust. There will be no quick ways of explaining to Harry, and there will be no shortcuts in gaining his trust. It will predominantly difficult for Mark to do it, since he doesn't know how to act or react to the fact that Harry won't automatically believe them. I'm afraid we're in for a rough ride.. Haha..

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From previous chapter:

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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"Edward, wait" Mark cried alarmingly, eyes drawn to the wand. If anything, the use of his name only confused Harry. He backed up from them, glaring at him accusingly. It hurt Mark to see his son look at him that way, but he knew he deserved it. If he could only get his son to listen.. Give them a chance to explain. What could Mark do?

Grace seemed in a right state herself, tension lining her frame, as she stared at her soon. Already grown, not knowing the truth. She wanted so much to rush to him, and hug him. Tell him how much she loved him, but it would do no good. She might not even get the chance to reach him in the first place, as he looked ready to hex them all into oblivion. She heard Mark's feeble attempt to calm Edward down, but was sad to see that he only backed away, suddenly unsure of himself.

She looked up into the eyes of her son, trying to convey her emotions to him. She had to try and get him to calm down at the very least, and calling him by another name wouldn't help in the matter. "H-Harry, calm down. Please.." Harry's eyes flicked to her, and she met his eyes again.

Harry couldn't understand. When he met her eyes, he felt familiarity, but why? She looks so sad.. he thought numbly, wondering how he was to get out of this. He didn't know if he should lower his wand, because this might all be a trick, but… she definitely looked genuine. The man, though, Harry didn't know what to make of him. He seemed desperate, torn, a man who was beaten down in his prime and never had the strength to get back. It reminded him of Sirius actually, when he first met him in the shack.

"--down. Please Harry, put your wand down. I--We can explain." the woman said. Harry gulped uneasily, seeing her eyes start to water. I don't know what to do, he thought desperately. Is this a trick? Harry hesitated, and in this case, it wouldn't end pleasantly.

Mark and Grace paused, waiting to see what Harry would do. Grace could almost feel Harry gauging them. She knew it would have to be time, time would be the one to decide this. She only hoped her husband wasn't desperate enough to try anything drastic. Merlin knew he probably would, he was certainly rash at times.

(A/N- before you read the rest, think of Dr. Evil in Austin Powers, when he first meets his son played by Seth Green. Do you have the image in your head? The scene in your head? Good, keep that in mind, and you can now read this part) Her husband suddenly lifted his arms up, as if opening them up for an embrace. He looked imploringly at Harry. "What?" Harry demanded, dropping his wand momentarily. Mark motioned with his hands, "Give your father a hug."

Harry laughed at the insanity of it all. "Hug you? I haven't seen you almost my entire life. Hell, I don't know who the hell you are!"

"Look, I can be hip." Mark started doing a stiff version of the Macarena, before swiftly lifting his arms up, waiting for Harry to come forward and hug. "Don't stand there like I'm frickin' Frankenstein, and give your father the damn hug!" Mark took swiftly walked towards Harry.

Harry dodged to the side, looking back at both Mark and Grace as if they were mad. They carried on like this for a few moments, Harry ducking madly, often yelling something like 'Get away you freak!' or 'This ain't funny!'. It all ended rather abruptly when Grace approached her husband, and knocking him over the head with a convenient vase. Staring down at him, she muttered sadly. "You poor little bastard.." (A/N- Okay, I had my little fun.. I just had to type that.. It sort of came to my head while typing this chapter.. Okay.. But onto the real part! ^_^)

As if in accordance to her thoughts, Mark lunged for his wand that he had left on the couch Harry had previously laid on, and shouted a spell at Harry. "Locomotor Mortis!"

At the same time, Grace had yelled 'No, Mark!'

Harry's eyes widened, as he fell forward, hands quickly preventing him from bashing his face in. The leg-locking curse working immediately, so he couldn't do much but lift himself slightly off the floor. Gasping, he uttered, "This isn't good." to himself. He didn't understand, the woman had screamed 'No, Mark!'. Was she apart of this? And who exactly was Mark? Harry didn't have much time to think on this as, as he felt Mark approach him, and lifting him up bodily, and putting him in a sitting position on the same sofa. Harry eyed his wand that lay harmlessly on the floor, and wished he hadn't dropped it. Mark left his arms free, and Harry didn't make a move to show that he'd do anything with the semi-freedom. In fact, Harry didn't look at either of them directly. He willed himself to ignore them, and understood that there was no point or logic behind it, but it was the best thing he could do at the moment.

Grace stepped behind Mark, feeling that any chance they had of getting Harry to trust them quickly was basically thrown out the window. She placed a hand on her husband's shoulder as he gazed down at Harry's averted head, silently watching Harry. "Mark," she spoke softly, "Don't. We need to explain to him. But we need him to trust us first."

Apparently, Harry heard, because his whipped back to them. His eyes cold, while his steely voice was directed at her, ignoring Mark's presence for the moment. "Trust you? Trust you?" He spoke incredulously. "How should I trust you when your boyfriend or husband, or whatever he is comes and kidnap me! Pardon me, but I doubt that constitutes rightful claim to my trusting you!" By the end of his little tirade, his voice had already started yelling.

"Don't speak to your mother like that." Mark muttered softly. Grace had the sudden urge to hit Mark upside the head. Clearly, things weren't going well, but her husband wasn't exactly helping things along. What did he possibly expect? That Harry would run into their arms, and believe everything they said right away?

"Mother? Mother!? You don't know anything about my mother! Nothing! This woman, whoever she is, is not my mother! So tell your Master Voldemort--"

SMACK!

Whatever Harry was going to say was abruptly cut off when Mark had reached forward, and slapped Harry hard. Grace gasped, watching Harry's cheek tinge red, his face turned in the result of the slap. Instead of doing anything Grace had expected, Harry started laughing. "You see," he asked bitterly, "She isn't my mother. And you? Your going to claim to be my father? My father wouldn't do such a thing, and he's more noble than you can hope to be."

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"Jack, I don't think this is the wisest thing to do."

"Come on Patrick, live a little. I'm thinking, while we're here in the States, we take a well-deserved vacation."

Patrick rolled his eyes at the man sitting in front of him. Ever since they had dropped the man and his son at their home, Jack headed straight to a nearby forest. In short, he had quickly ushered a protesting Patrick outside, and shrunk the bus to fit comfortably in his pocket. Without further ado, he threw his arm over Patrick's shoulders, forcibly steering him to a bar for a drink. And here they were, Jack enjoying himself, while Patrick feared for his job with the Knight Bus. Being a squib, he couldn't do much in protest but he wondered if he'd be able to explain they're late arrival, if any at all.

"Can I have another drink over here?" Jack called out.

A woman immediately came over, serving him, while giving a saucy wink over at Patrick. Flushing, Patrick turned his head embarrassedly, while Jack roared with laughter. Clapping Patrick on the back, "We'll make a man out of you yet."

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Sirius and Remus scoured the trees, just outside off Hogsmeade grounds, hoping to find a clue. Sirius was aching, his nose raw from sniffing everything. Just as he was about to give up, Sirius caught something. Barking twice, Remus came from the side. Remus cast a notice-me-not spell on their vicinity, and watched as Sirius transformed back. "Harry was taken from here. I think he was laid here for a moment. I'm almost positive."

"I hope Albus is still in his office. I think he was going to contact the Department of Magical Transport in the Ministry of Magic from his office, via floo powder, but I can't be too sure." Remus raised his wand into the air and pointed it in the direction of the school. Sirius saw something silvery dart out of it and streak away through the trees like a ghostly bird. Five minutes later, they heard the sounds of footsteps, and Albus came in through a parting of trees towards them.

"Is this the spot Sirius?" he asked, straight to the point. At Sirius's nod, Albus sighed tiredly. "It appears this is the same spot a Knight Bus was hailed down. I'm afraid we won't know the exact location as of yet, for they are currently looking for the driver and conductor. They believe they've taken an.. Early vacation, and aren't going to be easily located."

Sirius groaned, frustrated at the lack of progress they were making. Does Fate choose to make everything dealing with Harry difficult? He asked himself despairingly, as he changed back and followed the other two wizards back to Hogwarts.

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When they made it back to Hogwarts, Sirius felt at a loss. They had no idea where to start, no reason as to why Harry had been kidnapped now, and now he had to go to the loo.

Why was everything so complicated?

He hadn't bothered stopping by Albus' office, any discussion there would be pointless. There was no indication where to head to, none. Sirius was told to wait, wait for news of the Knight Bus.

Harry could be anywhere, and the time it took to wait would only keep Harry further away from being found. James… Lily… I've failed as a godfather. I've lost my own godson.

There was the sound of a pop, and Sirius looked up into two large eyeballs, resembling green tennis balls.

"ARRGH!" and Sirius promptly fell back from the chair.

Dobby's ears flattened along his head, eyes getting impossibly larger. "Dobby is sorry, sir! Dobby means not to startle you!"

Wincing, Sirius got back up, slightly annoyed by not overly so. "S'Alright, no harm done." My head feel's like it's been bashed open… "I'm a bit late here.. But you.. Er.. know who I am?"

Dobby blinked, and looked down at his feet. "Dobby.. Dobby has heard of your innocence. Dobby knows! But Dobby also hear that Harry Potter is missing!"

Sirius looked surprised; he hadn't known that Harry was familiar with any of the house elves here. And one that knew he was innocent of his crimes that were charged long ago. Still, Dobby shouldn't talk about it so freely, anyone could overhear. "Dobby, you mustn't speak a word about that. No one is supposed to know, and we're already searching for him."

Dobby started playing with his hands, and he seemed keen on saying something. "Dobby knows.. But Dobby wants to help too! Dobby can lend elf magic to find Harry Potter!"

Sirius smiled, it was nice of Dobby to offer, but it wasn't as simple as that. The Ministry would definitely detect house elf magic reacting outside of Hogwarts' boundaries. "Nice of you to offer Dobby, but we've got it.. Under control. I'm searching for Harry too, and nothing can escape the master at escaping."

It was a weak crack at a joke, but Dobby seemed to think it was genuinely funny. Dobby suddenly smiled widely and motioned for Sirius to lean in. Raising a curious eyebrow, Sirius leaned in.

"Dobby has a plan, to find Harry Potter, sir. Dobby and Winky can make you there!"

Sirius looked extremely puzzled. "Make me there? Dobby, what do you mean?"

Dobby looked faintly ashamed, as he reached behind himself and pulled an object in front of Sirius' eyes.

"Dobby is not meaning to steal. Dobby means to borrow." From his hands dangled a Time-Turner. "Winky is asking the knight where Harry Potter was. We take you there. And you go."

Sirius grasped the Time-Turner, still staring at Dobby incredulously. Would this work?

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The end of this chapter!! How do you feel about Mark? A real ass, huh? Don't worry, there's not going to be any abuse or anything ::shudders:: I couldn't do that. Just to let ya'll know, Grace is going to do a lot better at this, obviously, than Mark. So it'll get better.. Later on.. ^_^

And you know? I realized that I had last updated this last Sunday! Lol.. Don't think I'm going to update every Sunday or anything, it was just a coincidence. Anyway.. If it changes or anything, I'll be sure to mention it!

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