When Harry woke up Chris was standing in front of his dresser, whispering
to himself. Harry took a minute to re-realize where he was and what
happened.
"What are saying?" Harry asked. He looked like he was talking to his mirror.
"I was praying. Come here, I want to show you something." He waved his hand over and pulled out a large photo album. "This is my mother." He nodded at a young woman with brown hair and brown eyes, she looked slightly Spanish because of her tinted skin color. She had a wide smile and was holding a baby. "This is me, obviously." He chuckled. He turned to a page with a man in American military greens holding a different child, a girl with red hair. The man had short brown hair, a mustache, and brown eyes. He looked like he was in a desert somewhere.
"Where is this?" Harry asked. Chris smiled.
"Everyone asks, my father was in the CIA, everyone thinks it's exciting, he went to Iran for a month my mom had my older sister, she went to visit, then they all came back and my Dad quit. He went back into the army where he didn't have to beat up camels." Chris said.
"You have a sister? Where is she, in the states?" Harry asked.
"Yes, in the states, six feet under ground." He responded dully. Harry was about to offer his condolences, when Reverend Presley came in.
"Christopher, you have a phone call." He said quickly. Chris went in to the kitchen to pick it up, leaving Harry alone with the photo album. He turned the pages, looking at the various pictures of family vacations, he sister looked more and more fragile and paler the older she got. Chris walked back in and sat down.
"Who was that?" Harry asked.
"It was Trista, we've officially broken up." He said with a yawn.
"What? Why?" Harry asked, it didn't make sense, he protected and saved her more than once.
"It's a common thing, passes through all girls I've ever been with. It's called "my boyfriend has magic powers so now I'm scared he might use them on me for things I don't want to do" common phase, never ends."
"Wow, we'll that'll all change at Hogwart's, we're used to strange things." He said, trying the break the ice. Chris nodded.
"Your bird is coming in five, four, three, two..." Hedwig flew straight through the window and held out her leg. It was a letter from Ron. Dear Harry, Mum says you can spend the remainder of the summer with us! Dad should be arriving any minute to pick you up. Dumbledore said you're at a church, he picked up your things already. See you soon.
--Ron
As soon as Harry had finished the letter, there was a knock at the door in the kitchen. Chris walked over to open it.
"Hello there, I'm looking for Harry, is he still here?" Mr. Weasley asked. Harry came to the door.
"Hello Mr. Weasley." Harry said with a grin.
"Hello Harry, who might this gentleman here be?" He asked. Harry made ready his introduction.
"This is Christopher, Christopher Morales. He's going to be going to Hogwarts this year." He said. Chris held out his hand.
"You can call me Chris, sir." He said with a smirk.
"Well, Chris, would you mind if Harry and I stayed for a bit, whilst one of Harry's professors gets his bags in order?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"No problem, please have a seat." He pointed to a chair. Mr. Weasley sat down, looking rather awkward.
"So, what school will you be attending this year? I'm not really acquainted with any of the schools in the area." He asked, looking around nervously. Chris chuckled.
"Hogwarts, but you wouldn't have heard of that school." He said with a grin.
"Oh, Hogwarts? I went there as a young one." He said, he looked a whole lot more relaxed. He was comfortable enough to stand up and examine the refrigerator. "You know, if you like you could stay with us for the rest of the summer. It's hardly luxurious but we'd enjoy the company."
"I would be honored," he snapped his fingers and there was a large commotion upstairs "I'm all packed." He ran back to his room and came back down with a case identical to the one that contained Moody, with twelve locks.
"Were you expecting me?" Mr. Weasley asked.
Chris chuckled "Not quite."
"What are saying?" Harry asked. He looked like he was talking to his mirror.
"I was praying. Come here, I want to show you something." He waved his hand over and pulled out a large photo album. "This is my mother." He nodded at a young woman with brown hair and brown eyes, she looked slightly Spanish because of her tinted skin color. She had a wide smile and was holding a baby. "This is me, obviously." He chuckled. He turned to a page with a man in American military greens holding a different child, a girl with red hair. The man had short brown hair, a mustache, and brown eyes. He looked like he was in a desert somewhere.
"Where is this?" Harry asked. Chris smiled.
"Everyone asks, my father was in the CIA, everyone thinks it's exciting, he went to Iran for a month my mom had my older sister, she went to visit, then they all came back and my Dad quit. He went back into the army where he didn't have to beat up camels." Chris said.
"You have a sister? Where is she, in the states?" Harry asked.
"Yes, in the states, six feet under ground." He responded dully. Harry was about to offer his condolences, when Reverend Presley came in.
"Christopher, you have a phone call." He said quickly. Chris went in to the kitchen to pick it up, leaving Harry alone with the photo album. He turned the pages, looking at the various pictures of family vacations, he sister looked more and more fragile and paler the older she got. Chris walked back in and sat down.
"Who was that?" Harry asked.
"It was Trista, we've officially broken up." He said with a yawn.
"What? Why?" Harry asked, it didn't make sense, he protected and saved her more than once.
"It's a common thing, passes through all girls I've ever been with. It's called "my boyfriend has magic powers so now I'm scared he might use them on me for things I don't want to do" common phase, never ends."
"Wow, we'll that'll all change at Hogwart's, we're used to strange things." He said, trying the break the ice. Chris nodded.
"Your bird is coming in five, four, three, two..." Hedwig flew straight through the window and held out her leg. It was a letter from Ron. Dear Harry, Mum says you can spend the remainder of the summer with us! Dad should be arriving any minute to pick you up. Dumbledore said you're at a church, he picked up your things already. See you soon.
--Ron
As soon as Harry had finished the letter, there was a knock at the door in the kitchen. Chris walked over to open it.
"Hello there, I'm looking for Harry, is he still here?" Mr. Weasley asked. Harry came to the door.
"Hello Mr. Weasley." Harry said with a grin.
"Hello Harry, who might this gentleman here be?" He asked. Harry made ready his introduction.
"This is Christopher, Christopher Morales. He's going to be going to Hogwarts this year." He said. Chris held out his hand.
"You can call me Chris, sir." He said with a smirk.
"Well, Chris, would you mind if Harry and I stayed for a bit, whilst one of Harry's professors gets his bags in order?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"No problem, please have a seat." He pointed to a chair. Mr. Weasley sat down, looking rather awkward.
"So, what school will you be attending this year? I'm not really acquainted with any of the schools in the area." He asked, looking around nervously. Chris chuckled.
"Hogwarts, but you wouldn't have heard of that school." He said with a grin.
"Oh, Hogwarts? I went there as a young one." He said, he looked a whole lot more relaxed. He was comfortable enough to stand up and examine the refrigerator. "You know, if you like you could stay with us for the rest of the summer. It's hardly luxurious but we'd enjoy the company."
"I would be honored," he snapped his fingers and there was a large commotion upstairs "I'm all packed." He ran back to his room and came back down with a case identical to the one that contained Moody, with twelve locks.
"Were you expecting me?" Mr. Weasley asked.
Chris chuckled "Not quite."
