It was unlike Petunia to do this, she was almost treating him normal.... almost. She made him breakfast, she bought him clothes, she even yelled at Dudley for kicking him under the table. Harry knew something was wrong, and he came to the conclusion that she was somehow being brainwashed... if only at least, no it was something to do with this person who sent him that letter. But if the person wrote to only him, yet it seemed as if Petunia knew whom this person was even without any name or identity attached, on the note there held only a place and a time, no name, how could he know if it were real of a trap?
He was going to go though; Harry knew it he was going, no regrets after wards. He needed to know who this person was, what they wanted with him, but what if this person worked for Voldemort, he would be handing himself over because of curiosity. A fifty-fifty chance-good or evil, Harry only hoped the good was the higher possibility.
On his bed lay the 5-word note and Harry repeatedly read it while hoping at some point the words would change and give a deeper message. Yet over and over again it was the same.
Saturday, 10 pm, Willow Park
Harry didn't even know where Willow Park was and how was he going to find it while their were chances of Dementors and Death Eaters out there at night. Or what if for some reason the Death Eaters learned of muggle mail just to lure him to the park and sun down. At Hogwarts or nearly any where else Harry knew he would have gone straight to the park, but here with no one to help him when the worst came, Harry had to think, try not to be rash, even though he was going, nothing would change that.--"So Mom, Dad how are ya... good? Well that's cool. Watchin over the brat, like always? Yah, well these days I don't need watchin', I'm a good guy now, ya know the kind you two were, except in a whole different turf. See I got these cool, hip powers; it comes with the whole slayer gig. Yah I'm the slayer, well not THE slayer, more of a slayer. See Buffy, she's the one and original slayer, she died, but she came back... twice, Kendra came, woops she died, then I came along. So then there were two, but we were in this huge battle and well the two became a lot because Willow worked her nasty mojo and the potentials all became big girls. Yah this is I rambling to you about my life, not like you care or anything, this is more of me trying to pretend that I wasn't your unwanted, disappointment of a girl. Yah I am a disappointment, and ya know I'm... sorry. See I did some wickedly bad stuff, like stealing, dropping school, handling weapons on school property and bringing them in to stores in large quantities, murdering-two people-and beating up B. See your little girl is a disappointment, and I guess I'm sorry I was not your average little miss priss, actually I'm not I would rather die at the hands of Cordy then become one of them, but we can pretend that I would rather be that, cause ya know, I'm me, ain't gonna change it."A tear fell slowly onto the headstone of James and Lily Potter. Another came and soon more followed. The source came from a young, brown headed, slim woman. A light drizzle blended with the tears as they fell unto the grave. Faith slowly stood up and viciously wiped her tears away. She didn't cry, she never did, not since that incident with Angel, only then, not now, not ever."Later..."With one last glance Faith Potter drew back from the grave and slowly left the graveyard and her parent's graves behind. Her parents were dead; they would never come back. Nothing would change the fact that her parents died, or even that they never like Faith, they were yesterday, and the past was gone, nothing could ever change what had happened, there was only today and tomorrow. And maybe tomorrow her parents would slowly regain their love for their oldest child, if in fact they had any to begin with. For tomorrow Faith was going to meet her brother again after many years, almost 15.--Who was that? Harry looked at a picture he had never seen before. Before he that thought Petunia never had any pictures of his parents, but he was wrong there was a picture with his parents in it, with him in it too, apparently when he was brought home from the hospital. But that was not what surprised Harry at all. A little girl with dark brown hair pulled into sloppy pig tails and an innocent grin with her front two teeth missing, that was it, a simple little girl, yet she was held in the strong arms of his father, while Harry himself was in his mother's.He flipped the muggle photo over and on the back with gold ink wrote- James, Lily, and Faith bringing Harry home. Slowly in shock he laid the picture back onto the ledge. And only one thought came to Harry's mind... 'What the bloody hell?'--A lone figure paced across a darkened room anxiously awaiting news and a location. Why a dark lord was trapped inside a room while his minions were doing his work weighed in his mind. He hated it, weakness, he felt trapped by his own followers. He was superior, he was the lord, he was Voldemort, but at the moment his muggle heritage made its way unto his soul. The disfigured man suddenly dubbed over in pain, and fell unconscious onto the floor.One hour and thirty-seven minutes later a joyous Lucius Malfoy entered the dark lords chambers and found his master in a fatal cationic state. Immediately Malfoy called for people to help bring his master out of the state of mind he was currently in. Hour after hour the Death Eaters fazed around the lord, trying desperately to cure him. No one knew how it happened, and no one thought to find out, they just wanted him back, to them he was a God, carrying them into a perfect world. No one wanted Voldemort to leave them powerless and helpless yet again.Forgotten in the whole mess was the exact note her had intercepted via-muggle-mail that Faith Potter had written to her younger brother.A/n: I wrote it, why I do not know. When I started this I never thought a single soul would read this, and I was proven wickedly wrong, and with my problem of having a life, has very much changed my posting skills. I got a job at the beginning of April, and my life is pretty much revolved around that- yes I am a workaholic. In non-work time I was either at school, doctors, drama, church, declam (speech), or swimming. Then in my spare time I was mostly hanging out with friends, or at a very long camp, or reading. I wrote, not much. I goal is to finish my earlier fics and then continue on this one, but seeing as this one seems to be my only story that is actually liked and reviewed as a ton, I fear I am gonna screw up and make everyone not wanna read and hate me, I'm a very self-conscious, self-loathing person. I think I am going to do bad and I usually do, but even when I DO think I'm going to do good I do bad and people hate me for it, see I write cause I love it, and reviews are just an extra bonus, and I really, really love 'em. So in my free time I try and write more to the story of my emotion at the moment and right now (after a review from lightdemondarkangel- telling me she was gonna give me hell Kris it really influencing people with reviews of length and torture) I felt like writing more to this, and I guess I'm sorry for leaving you for several months, I do hate people who do that- fell free to hate me, or love me cause I actually did post more, not very-long more, but more, so be happy, don't worry...Review if you would ever be so kind...