Chapter Three

Disclaimer: I own no characters other than Raven, Kairos, and the cat Cameo, and I own the plot line. Everything else belongs to my muse, J.K Rowling. So, really, you should be thanking her for this.

"How can you not remember me, Kai?"

I could see his eyes begin to water.

"I'm sorry. I just...don't. I lost my memory in the car accident."

"Car accident?"

"Yeah. Don't you remember? I'm quite sure they must have told you, if we were so close. In fact, if you're her father...you were probably in that car with me. But an old man with a silvery beard told me you died."

"Dumbledore...?" he mumbled to himself.

"Pardon me?" I asked.

"Nevermind. Maybe we should talk somewhere a little less of a street corner."

"Oh, geeze, you're right. I'm so sorry. " I searched among the people for Raven.

"RAVEN! Say goodbye. We're going home for today."

"Is that her?" Harry asked me.

"Yes. That's our little Raven."

"Raven? She's a beautiful girl."

"Well. At least I know where the unmanageable black hair comes from." He just smirked as we waited for Raven to finish up.

"Well, who is he then." Raven asked.

"His name is Harry. He's staying with us for awhile. Be nice."

"Hello Harry. Nice to meet you." She held out a hand, which he gladly shook.

"Nice to meet you too, Raven."

Raven took my hand as we began our journey down the sidewalk.

"So, are you a drifter?"I asked him.

"No. I became an Auror. Just like I wanted."

"What's an Auror?" Harry just sighed and allowed his head to droop.

"You've got a lot to remember, and I reckon I should be the one to help you."

"You're all I have, now anyways. Besides Raven. And my cat."

"Oh, you still have Cameo?"

"Yea. She's big now. And borderline fat!"

"I always liked that cat. Much more than Hermione's, at least."

"You really gotta stop using names I don't know. I have no idea who Hermione is."

"I'm sorry. She is just our old friend." He said in almost a whisper.

We walked in silence for quite a few minutes. Every once in awhile, I would steal a glance of him and study him. He was very skinny, and lanky, and slouched over so much, I wouldn't be suprised if his back was stuck like that permanently. His eyes, were like green jewels, buried into his face. His skin was pale, just like mine and Raven's. His black hair looked just as un-manageable as Raven's. In fact, the more and more I looked at him, the more I realized how little she looked like me, and how much she looked like Harry.

"You're voice has certainly changed." Harry said, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was then that I realized that I had quit glancing at him, and had been full-on staring at him. I quickly looked down, and I felt my cheeks blush.

"Don't worry about it." He said kindly, "It's been years, I kinda expected you to be fascinated by me."

"What do you mean my voice has changed?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that I still remember the Greek accent when I first met you. Now, it's becoming more normal."

"More British, you mean? Geeze. I can't even remember having a Greek accent."

"Of course you don't! You don't even remember me!"

"Oh, right. Of course. Well, here it is! Home sweet home!" I said, as I turned into my driveway.

It was only about one 'o' clock, so I put some water on to boil for tea, and I made Raven a sandwich and got Harry a chair to sit on.

"Well, we might as well start from the beginning!" I said, as I poured him his tea.

"Yes, I reckon we should." He agreed, as I sat down across from him. "Well, I suppose it all began in Year Five..."