Harry Potter and Sword of Gryffindor
By: Padfoot345
(This is my version of book seven based on the breath taking work of J.K. Rowling. Yet, alas her great collection ends at the fifth year, so to connect this one to her last; I also wrote a book 6 titled Harry Potter and the Last Black. You might be able to get along without that back ground, but if you really want to understand this one, please read up on it first.)
Chapter One The Lost Potters
"Patrice! Darling! Where in the Lordy be are you?" an aging woman sang as she made her way to the kitchen with over flowing grocery bags.
"If you find her mother, tell her to lend you a hand," a dashing boy with icy blue eyes and softly messy brown hair.
"Patrick, stop being a smart ass and help an old woman out!" the woman have gasped and giggled at the same time.
"If you insist," the boy named Patrick chuckled, relieving the woman of her burden. Patrick was well build, his face was almost flawless and his eyes seemed to match what ever expression was on his face.
"Coming mother," A girl sang, her rumbling foot steps coming closer.
"Coming to late Patrice," Patrick joked, starting to unload the bags.
"If you weren't so damn cute and younger than me, I might resent that," Patrice jeered back, nudging Patrick softly as she began to help. Patrice, like her twin brother had icy blue eyes, the almost stop your heart if you looked deep enough into them. Her voice was soft, but got her firm point across and her hair a lighter shade of brown, cute just below her shoulders, normally dancing freely.
The door bell rang.
"I'll get it," Cassidy said, smiling and shaking her head at her children. She had to admit to herself, they were far from children. At 18, they were independent, gitty and rightfully beautiful.
They were all she brought to America with her after her family died. She was all she had, she knew it and so did they. In 1981 her husband, along with his cousins and sibling fell to the wand of the most powerful dark wizard of the decade.
By the way, that's what Patrick, Patrice and Cassidy are, witches and wizard. Patrick and Patrice just graduated a week ago from the Salem Witch Craft and Wizarding School up in Massachusetts.
She stopped in front of the door and pushed back her softly graying hair. Her heart stopped and she felt her eyes roll back. But the sensation rolled over her quickly and she blew it off.
The door bell rang again.
Cassidy opened the door. "How may." She started, but she never finished.
"Cassidy," A man's voice sneered , "So happy to see you my dear."
"Why, Tom," Cassidy said, her courage strongly returning, the fate memory of a promise coming back to her, "I always hoped it would be me."
"Keep hoping my sweet. I gave you a chance, but you chose the filthy."
"Finish that sentence and it will be your last." Cassidy said softly, retrieving and twilling her wand in one motion; it's point at the man's heart.
"Avada Kedavra!"
She was too slow.
"MOM!" Patrick's distance voice screamed. Food went flying to the floor as he and his sister sprang to the hall.
"Awe, the young master," Tom sneered, "I have no business of killing you or your sister." He stepped over Cassidy's lifeless body, "Right now."
"Why not kill us?" Patrice cried a few step behind Patrick.
"Isn't it obvious? Harry Potter?" He sneered again.
"Patrice." Patrick sighed roughly, holding up an arm to block his sister, "Run! Just Run!"
Patrice gave one last bug eyes look at her mother and helpless look at her brother and ran.
"CRCUCIO!"
Tears were welded in her eyes and she heard her brother fall to the floor and scream into the night.
She as far as she could before she stumbled. Her shaking hands met the damp grass to brake the fall. She jerk her head over her should to see the black shadows casing her, but no one was, only the sound of her mom's last words and her brother's cries filling the whispers past her ears. She was alone. completely alone.
Patrice curled up in a fallen shadow of a tree and wept.
Harry woke up crying. His scar did not hurt, but his heart did. He wiped his eyes, restored the glasses to his face and stared at the ceiling. It was so real. Those people looked so real, so familiar. He rolled over and tried to sleep, but he was wide awake somehow. Slowly, he stood up and walked to the door.
He left Number Four and went to the front yard. The street was silent stricken by the night. He lend against his uncle's business car and looked up. The street lights were dim, some flickering out. There was a blue glow over the world, the one the full moon cased.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes. It had been a week since he left Hogwarts, and he was home sick the second the car turned the corner. He missed Sirius, and Seri and his friends. Hedwig had flown off yesterday with Hermione a letter and a question: When will you come get me?
The silence of his thoughts where jogged by the pattering of feet coming to him. He opened his eyes and looked down the street. Little, head headed Mark Evans was panting. He crashed down beside Harry, his eyes streaming.
"Harry," he cried, whipping his eyes, "They killed her, they killed her!"
"Kill who?" Harry asked sharply.
"Their mom, Patrick's and Patrice's mom!" Mark managed to say before falling into his hands.
Harry studied the 12 year old and titled his head. Patrick and Patrice? "Mark," Harry asked soothingly, extending his arm over Mark's scrawny shoulders, "Did you have a dream?"
"No," Mark said though tears, "A nightmare."
Harry looked down at the red head and smiled sadly. Markus Evans looked nothing like Harry's 16 year old self. He had vibrant red hair and a chuckling smile even when it hid in the depths of a frown. He was high spirited and giggly. The only thing that could possibility link Mark to Harry were their eyes, their true brilliant green eyes that shown though a crowd. Images passed through his head and it was almost unbearable for Harry to think all the horrors that hid in his own life were spreading to Mark.
"Come on Mark," Harry said softly, "You can sleep with me tonight."
"Like a sleep over?" Mark asked, still looking at the pavement.
"Like a sleep over," Harry answered, picking Mark to his feet.
"BRILLANT!" Mark chimed as he skipped into the little house a head of Harry.
Harry grinned, but something made him spin around. The sky was dark and not a star was in sight. The clouds covered them in a translucent cover only letting the reflection of the full moon cast on Harry. A sudden rush of inferiority came to him. he was so small, so silly, and so insignificant. He was drowning in a world, to small to matter.
He shuttered, bringing his hands to his arms and looked away from the full casted moon. There was a faint pop.
Harry narrowed his eyes and stared into the darkness.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Mark asked, pocking his head out of the door.
Harry glanced at Mark then back at where the noise came from. No, he was imagining it. "Nothing Mark, come on." Harry gently pushed the 12 year old inside and shut the door with a snap.
"No, help me Harry." was the whispered the night gave.
The next morning Harry vaguely awoke to the rattling sound of the telephone ringing. He looked up, then down at Mark who was curled up under his right arm, then rolled over and drifted back off the sleep. Harry was fully awoken seconds later.
"HARRY POTTER!" His Aunt screamed.
Harry jumped from his bed to the floor. His eyes were thrown open and his glasses in his grasp. "What Aunt Petunia?" He asked worriedly. After last summer when his aunt offered her life for his, he grew some kind of moral love and respect for her, even if she was a hatful old bat.
"HARRY!" She screamed again, "That little friend of yours is missing!"
His heart sank. Hermione. Ron.. Seri. who? He dashed to the top of the stairs, staring down at the long neck aunt who was standing at the bottom, her face red and the burnet Mrs. Evans was in the doorway, clutching her hand bag. "Mark?" He said questionably.
"I woke up this morning." Mrs. Evans gave a dry sob into her handkerchief, "I went to wake him up. but. but.his bed was empty and his window was open!"
"Hi mum," Mark called, his hair matching Harry's norm mess.
"MARKUS!" Mrs. Evans squealed throwing herself at Mark, "Where did you go?"
"I couldn't sleep so I spent the night with Harry," Mark said merrily.
Mrs. Evans's face dropped, "You go on home Markus and have yourself a spot of breakfast."
Mark gave Harry one last toothy grin and ran down the pavement. "Potter," Mrs. Evans snarled, "Stealing my son from his bed. having me pull my hair out in worry. what a disgrace!"
"Mrs. Evans," Harry said, holding his hand meekly in front of him in defense, "Mark had a nightmare and found me outside."
"What were you doing outside?" Aunt Petunia pressed.
"If you must know I had a bad dream too, and was outside in the."
"I KNEW IT!" Mrs. Evans proclaimed, "Witch craft. wizardry my ass! He will not go back! I will not let him be around the crazy Dumbledore and the silly little girl! You, Potter are way off limits."
"Mrs. Evans. come on." Harry pleaded following her out of number four. "Mark fits in. he is magical. you have to."
"I don't have to do anything!"
"Mrs. Evans think logically. why punish Mark? He didn't do anything and besides, I don't remember him being so happy before."
Mrs. Evans stopped to think, "Have that Seri character come talk. I want a word with her." And without another word she stomped off home. Harry wanted to press the subject as it is she gave him no finally decision, but he knew he had won.
Harry stared after him, sighing slightly. He was the only person in the front yard, probably this part of the neighbor hood because every person rushed inside the second Harry stepped off the steps.
"Harry.please." a meek whisper said.
Harry spun around searching for who spoke.
"HARRY!" His aunt screamed, "Get your ass in this house and get your chores done!"
He looked at his aunt once then back around the yard. He was imaging things; no one said anything but his aunt. He turned and left for his daily chores. It was because of the morning's events or his Aunts new found reason trust Harry more with her house, but Harry had been working all day; de-weeding his aunt's garden, scaring Dudley by having an intelligent conversation with a snake about the weather, and washing his uncle's car when he got home. It was night fall before Harry got done.
"Have a nice conversation with the snake today?" Dudley asked as though Harry was crazy.
"Yes, you know, she was pretty smart." Harry said mischievously, watching the grin fad from Dudley's face.
"Mum." Dudley said quickly, "Perks invited me over for dinner!" And with that quick announcement he slung his weight out of the door.
"So popular." Aunt Petunia said from the oven.
Harry, trying to stack up points with his aunt, picked up a place set and sat it on the counter.
"Harry, what are doing?" She asked.
"Um, putting Dudley's place up." Harry answered awkwardly.
"No, no, no." Aunt Petunia said waving her hand in front of her. "I'm having a guest. I was getting ready to set another place, but since Dudley isn't going to be here." She trailed off into a hum as she dancing about making the salad.
Harry sighed and replaced the plate at Dudley's seat.
The phone rang. Harry was about the run and answer it when Uncle Vernon's muffed, "Good Evening," met his ears.
"What?"
"Oh My God!"
"Petunia! Dudley's been attacked!"
Harry's heart fell. he didn't know why but he knew it had something to with him.
"We'll be right there Theresa."
"What happened?" Aunt Petunia said, meeting Vernon as he dropped the receiver.
"Dudley's been attacked at Perks's." His pudgy face turned to Harry, "You, boy, get you magic twig and hurry."
Harry, questioning what the hell had happened, flashed his wand to Uncel Vernon who took it as a flag to go. The three raced down the bloke, through number 13's back yard and crashed into Perks's back door.
"Where is he Theresa?" Aunt Petunia cried as she followed Perks's bony mother into the living room. Dudley was half laying have hanging off of the baby blue couch. His face was pale and frozen.
"What happened?" Uncle Vernon said from the door way.
"This girl came in. appeared inside the room!" Perks said excitedly. "She was pretty hot!"
"Perkins!" Theresa squealed, "She looked awful, her face was red, her hair knotted and she was wearing torn robes."
Vernon and Petunia both looked at Harry with rash assumptions.
"What did she do?" Harry asked innocently.
"Well, she pushed Dudley against the wall and said something." Perks said matter-of-factly.
"It was Latin," Theresa added.
"Do something boy," Vernon snarled at Harry.
"Hell, I don't' know what wrong with him!" Harry said, throwing his arms in the air.
"Why would anyone hurt my baby!" Aunt Petunia cried into Dudley's lard.
"You know damn straight it's his fault!" Vernon shouted pointing at Harry, "Now put him right!"
"I can't!"
"Harry?" a meek voice said softly.
"Who said that?" Theresa asked gently looking around.
"Harry. you have to help me." a girl with tattered light brown hair dancing around her shoulders stood in the door way. She had icy blue eyes and a bloody, strained face. "Harry Potter?"
"That's me," Harry said smoothly, turning to stare at her.
"I'm Patrice." She stuttered off.
"Patrice?!?" Harry almost jumped. "I.you were. what are you doing here?"
"Harry you aren't save with these muggles." Patrice said more sharply.
"Put my cousin right," Harry forced.
Patrice stepped back almost offended, "But the promise of the Potters." She said.
"What promise?" Harry jarred.
"The Potters will end the Heirs of Slytherin."
"What does that have to do with Dudley?"
The door was knocked open.
Theresa screamed and fainted into Vernon's open arms.
"Seri!" Harry screamed excited. "You've come to get me!"
"Not you Harry," She said softly, "Patrice, you're supposed to be dead." Seri knelt beside Dudley and casted a simple counter-curse on him. "He'll be around soon Petunia. You and Vernon take him home."
Petunia muttered a thank you, helped Theresa into a chair and walked with Vernon (weighed down by Dudley) out of the house.
"So, Seri." Patrice said when the door snapped, "Let take this outside."
"Yes, let's. Harry?" Seri took Harry by the shoulders and led him to follow Petunia out the back.
"Bye pretty girls!" Perks screamed after them.
"Patrice, where is Patrick and Cassidy?"
"Mom died." Patrice said softly. "He killed her."
"And Patrick?" Harry said strongly.
Seri and Patrice looked at him in question, but Patrice answered. "Kidnapped."
"Harry. you have to know." Seri said softly.
"Know what?"
"Well, they are they lost Potters."
"What?" Harry gasped, confused.
"After Voldemort killed your parents, Kyle's wife and kids ran to the Americas leaving him to follow. He was killed a week later by Death Eaters."
"So Cassidy was his wife and Patrick and her are his."
"Children," Patrice answer, her eyes watering madly.
(This is my version of book seven based on the breath taking work of J.K. Rowling. Yet, alas her great collection ends at the fifth year, so to connect this one to her last; I also wrote a book 6 titled Harry Potter and the Last Black. You might be able to get along without that back ground, but if you really want to understand this one, please read up on it first.)
Chapter One The Lost Potters
"Patrice! Darling! Where in the Lordy be are you?" an aging woman sang as she made her way to the kitchen with over flowing grocery bags.
"If you find her mother, tell her to lend you a hand," a dashing boy with icy blue eyes and softly messy brown hair.
"Patrick, stop being a smart ass and help an old woman out!" the woman have gasped and giggled at the same time.
"If you insist," the boy named Patrick chuckled, relieving the woman of her burden. Patrick was well build, his face was almost flawless and his eyes seemed to match what ever expression was on his face.
"Coming mother," A girl sang, her rumbling foot steps coming closer.
"Coming to late Patrice," Patrick joked, starting to unload the bags.
"If you weren't so damn cute and younger than me, I might resent that," Patrice jeered back, nudging Patrick softly as she began to help. Patrice, like her twin brother had icy blue eyes, the almost stop your heart if you looked deep enough into them. Her voice was soft, but got her firm point across and her hair a lighter shade of brown, cute just below her shoulders, normally dancing freely.
The door bell rang.
"I'll get it," Cassidy said, smiling and shaking her head at her children. She had to admit to herself, they were far from children. At 18, they were independent, gitty and rightfully beautiful.
They were all she brought to America with her after her family died. She was all she had, she knew it and so did they. In 1981 her husband, along with his cousins and sibling fell to the wand of the most powerful dark wizard of the decade.
By the way, that's what Patrick, Patrice and Cassidy are, witches and wizard. Patrick and Patrice just graduated a week ago from the Salem Witch Craft and Wizarding School up in Massachusetts.
She stopped in front of the door and pushed back her softly graying hair. Her heart stopped and she felt her eyes roll back. But the sensation rolled over her quickly and she blew it off.
The door bell rang again.
Cassidy opened the door. "How may." She started, but she never finished.
"Cassidy," A man's voice sneered , "So happy to see you my dear."
"Why, Tom," Cassidy said, her courage strongly returning, the fate memory of a promise coming back to her, "I always hoped it would be me."
"Keep hoping my sweet. I gave you a chance, but you chose the filthy."
"Finish that sentence and it will be your last." Cassidy said softly, retrieving and twilling her wand in one motion; it's point at the man's heart.
"Avada Kedavra!"
She was too slow.
"MOM!" Patrick's distance voice screamed. Food went flying to the floor as he and his sister sprang to the hall.
"Awe, the young master," Tom sneered, "I have no business of killing you or your sister." He stepped over Cassidy's lifeless body, "Right now."
"Why not kill us?" Patrice cried a few step behind Patrick.
"Isn't it obvious? Harry Potter?" He sneered again.
"Patrice." Patrick sighed roughly, holding up an arm to block his sister, "Run! Just Run!"
Patrice gave one last bug eyes look at her mother and helpless look at her brother and ran.
"CRCUCIO!"
Tears were welded in her eyes and she heard her brother fall to the floor and scream into the night.
She as far as she could before she stumbled. Her shaking hands met the damp grass to brake the fall. She jerk her head over her should to see the black shadows casing her, but no one was, only the sound of her mom's last words and her brother's cries filling the whispers past her ears. She was alone. completely alone.
Patrice curled up in a fallen shadow of a tree and wept.
Harry woke up crying. His scar did not hurt, but his heart did. He wiped his eyes, restored the glasses to his face and stared at the ceiling. It was so real. Those people looked so real, so familiar. He rolled over and tried to sleep, but he was wide awake somehow. Slowly, he stood up and walked to the door.
He left Number Four and went to the front yard. The street was silent stricken by the night. He lend against his uncle's business car and looked up. The street lights were dim, some flickering out. There was a blue glow over the world, the one the full moon cased.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes. It had been a week since he left Hogwarts, and he was home sick the second the car turned the corner. He missed Sirius, and Seri and his friends. Hedwig had flown off yesterday with Hermione a letter and a question: When will you come get me?
The silence of his thoughts where jogged by the pattering of feet coming to him. He opened his eyes and looked down the street. Little, head headed Mark Evans was panting. He crashed down beside Harry, his eyes streaming.
"Harry," he cried, whipping his eyes, "They killed her, they killed her!"
"Kill who?" Harry asked sharply.
"Their mom, Patrick's and Patrice's mom!" Mark managed to say before falling into his hands.
Harry studied the 12 year old and titled his head. Patrick and Patrice? "Mark," Harry asked soothingly, extending his arm over Mark's scrawny shoulders, "Did you have a dream?"
"No," Mark said though tears, "A nightmare."
Harry looked down at the red head and smiled sadly. Markus Evans looked nothing like Harry's 16 year old self. He had vibrant red hair and a chuckling smile even when it hid in the depths of a frown. He was high spirited and giggly. The only thing that could possibility link Mark to Harry were their eyes, their true brilliant green eyes that shown though a crowd. Images passed through his head and it was almost unbearable for Harry to think all the horrors that hid in his own life were spreading to Mark.
"Come on Mark," Harry said softly, "You can sleep with me tonight."
"Like a sleep over?" Mark asked, still looking at the pavement.
"Like a sleep over," Harry answered, picking Mark to his feet.
"BRILLANT!" Mark chimed as he skipped into the little house a head of Harry.
Harry grinned, but something made him spin around. The sky was dark and not a star was in sight. The clouds covered them in a translucent cover only letting the reflection of the full moon cast on Harry. A sudden rush of inferiority came to him. he was so small, so silly, and so insignificant. He was drowning in a world, to small to matter.
He shuttered, bringing his hands to his arms and looked away from the full casted moon. There was a faint pop.
Harry narrowed his eyes and stared into the darkness.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Mark asked, pocking his head out of the door.
Harry glanced at Mark then back at where the noise came from. No, he was imagining it. "Nothing Mark, come on." Harry gently pushed the 12 year old inside and shut the door with a snap.
"No, help me Harry." was the whispered the night gave.
The next morning Harry vaguely awoke to the rattling sound of the telephone ringing. He looked up, then down at Mark who was curled up under his right arm, then rolled over and drifted back off the sleep. Harry was fully awoken seconds later.
"HARRY POTTER!" His Aunt screamed.
Harry jumped from his bed to the floor. His eyes were thrown open and his glasses in his grasp. "What Aunt Petunia?" He asked worriedly. After last summer when his aunt offered her life for his, he grew some kind of moral love and respect for her, even if she was a hatful old bat.
"HARRY!" She screamed again, "That little friend of yours is missing!"
His heart sank. Hermione. Ron.. Seri. who? He dashed to the top of the stairs, staring down at the long neck aunt who was standing at the bottom, her face red and the burnet Mrs. Evans was in the doorway, clutching her hand bag. "Mark?" He said questionably.
"I woke up this morning." Mrs. Evans gave a dry sob into her handkerchief, "I went to wake him up. but. but.his bed was empty and his window was open!"
"Hi mum," Mark called, his hair matching Harry's norm mess.
"MARKUS!" Mrs. Evans squealed throwing herself at Mark, "Where did you go?"
"I couldn't sleep so I spent the night with Harry," Mark said merrily.
Mrs. Evans's face dropped, "You go on home Markus and have yourself a spot of breakfast."
Mark gave Harry one last toothy grin and ran down the pavement. "Potter," Mrs. Evans snarled, "Stealing my son from his bed. having me pull my hair out in worry. what a disgrace!"
"Mrs. Evans," Harry said, holding his hand meekly in front of him in defense, "Mark had a nightmare and found me outside."
"What were you doing outside?" Aunt Petunia pressed.
"If you must know I had a bad dream too, and was outside in the."
"I KNEW IT!" Mrs. Evans proclaimed, "Witch craft. wizardry my ass! He will not go back! I will not let him be around the crazy Dumbledore and the silly little girl! You, Potter are way off limits."
"Mrs. Evans. come on." Harry pleaded following her out of number four. "Mark fits in. he is magical. you have to."
"I don't have to do anything!"
"Mrs. Evans think logically. why punish Mark? He didn't do anything and besides, I don't remember him being so happy before."
Mrs. Evans stopped to think, "Have that Seri character come talk. I want a word with her." And without another word she stomped off home. Harry wanted to press the subject as it is she gave him no finally decision, but he knew he had won.
Harry stared after him, sighing slightly. He was the only person in the front yard, probably this part of the neighbor hood because every person rushed inside the second Harry stepped off the steps.
"Harry.please." a meek whisper said.
Harry spun around searching for who spoke.
"HARRY!" His aunt screamed, "Get your ass in this house and get your chores done!"
He looked at his aunt once then back around the yard. He was imaging things; no one said anything but his aunt. He turned and left for his daily chores. It was because of the morning's events or his Aunts new found reason trust Harry more with her house, but Harry had been working all day; de-weeding his aunt's garden, scaring Dudley by having an intelligent conversation with a snake about the weather, and washing his uncle's car when he got home. It was night fall before Harry got done.
"Have a nice conversation with the snake today?" Dudley asked as though Harry was crazy.
"Yes, you know, she was pretty smart." Harry said mischievously, watching the grin fad from Dudley's face.
"Mum." Dudley said quickly, "Perks invited me over for dinner!" And with that quick announcement he slung his weight out of the door.
"So popular." Aunt Petunia said from the oven.
Harry, trying to stack up points with his aunt, picked up a place set and sat it on the counter.
"Harry, what are doing?" She asked.
"Um, putting Dudley's place up." Harry answered awkwardly.
"No, no, no." Aunt Petunia said waving her hand in front of her. "I'm having a guest. I was getting ready to set another place, but since Dudley isn't going to be here." She trailed off into a hum as she dancing about making the salad.
Harry sighed and replaced the plate at Dudley's seat.
The phone rang. Harry was about the run and answer it when Uncle Vernon's muffed, "Good Evening," met his ears.
"What?"
"Oh My God!"
"Petunia! Dudley's been attacked!"
Harry's heart fell. he didn't know why but he knew it had something to with him.
"We'll be right there Theresa."
"What happened?" Aunt Petunia said, meeting Vernon as he dropped the receiver.
"Dudley's been attacked at Perks's." His pudgy face turned to Harry, "You, boy, get you magic twig and hurry."
Harry, questioning what the hell had happened, flashed his wand to Uncel Vernon who took it as a flag to go. The three raced down the bloke, through number 13's back yard and crashed into Perks's back door.
"Where is he Theresa?" Aunt Petunia cried as she followed Perks's bony mother into the living room. Dudley was half laying have hanging off of the baby blue couch. His face was pale and frozen.
"What happened?" Uncle Vernon said from the door way.
"This girl came in. appeared inside the room!" Perks said excitedly. "She was pretty hot!"
"Perkins!" Theresa squealed, "She looked awful, her face was red, her hair knotted and she was wearing torn robes."
Vernon and Petunia both looked at Harry with rash assumptions.
"What did she do?" Harry asked innocently.
"Well, she pushed Dudley against the wall and said something." Perks said matter-of-factly.
"It was Latin," Theresa added.
"Do something boy," Vernon snarled at Harry.
"Hell, I don't' know what wrong with him!" Harry said, throwing his arms in the air.
"Why would anyone hurt my baby!" Aunt Petunia cried into Dudley's lard.
"You know damn straight it's his fault!" Vernon shouted pointing at Harry, "Now put him right!"
"I can't!"
"Harry?" a meek voice said softly.
"Who said that?" Theresa asked gently looking around.
"Harry. you have to help me." a girl with tattered light brown hair dancing around her shoulders stood in the door way. She had icy blue eyes and a bloody, strained face. "Harry Potter?"
"That's me," Harry said smoothly, turning to stare at her.
"I'm Patrice." She stuttered off.
"Patrice?!?" Harry almost jumped. "I.you were. what are you doing here?"
"Harry you aren't save with these muggles." Patrice said more sharply.
"Put my cousin right," Harry forced.
Patrice stepped back almost offended, "But the promise of the Potters." She said.
"What promise?" Harry jarred.
"The Potters will end the Heirs of Slytherin."
"What does that have to do with Dudley?"
The door was knocked open.
Theresa screamed and fainted into Vernon's open arms.
"Seri!" Harry screamed excited. "You've come to get me!"
"Not you Harry," She said softly, "Patrice, you're supposed to be dead." Seri knelt beside Dudley and casted a simple counter-curse on him. "He'll be around soon Petunia. You and Vernon take him home."
Petunia muttered a thank you, helped Theresa into a chair and walked with Vernon (weighed down by Dudley) out of the house.
"So, Seri." Patrice said when the door snapped, "Let take this outside."
"Yes, let's. Harry?" Seri took Harry by the shoulders and led him to follow Petunia out the back.
"Bye pretty girls!" Perks screamed after them.
"Patrice, where is Patrick and Cassidy?"
"Mom died." Patrice said softly. "He killed her."
"And Patrick?" Harry said strongly.
Seri and Patrice looked at him in question, but Patrice answered. "Kidnapped."
"Harry. you have to know." Seri said softly.
"Know what?"
"Well, they are they lost Potters."
"What?" Harry gasped, confused.
"After Voldemort killed your parents, Kyle's wife and kids ran to the Americas leaving him to follow. He was killed a week later by Death Eaters."
"So Cassidy was his wife and Patrick and her are his."
"Children," Patrice answer, her eyes watering madly.