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Chapter 7: What happened, where are you?


After attaching the letter to Arcanum's leg and sending her off they all turned to look at each other.

"Now, we wait."


A few weeks passed and it was Christmas Eve but Arcanum still hadn't returned with a reply from Charlie, it bothered Andrew immensely. Not only would Hagrid get in trouble and would most likely be fired for keeping such a dangerous creature, but Professor Dumbledore would have his morals as a Headmaster questioned and most probably be suspended from his post. It wasn't that Andrew liked or even trusted the old man; he simply knew Dumbledore would most likely be the only person who knew a lot about his parents. Andrew's thoughts of his parents were disrupted by a chess piece loudly complaining about Harry's terrible match.

The three Gryffindor boys had been sitting in the Great hall, most of the students had already left for the holidays, but Ron had decided to stay as his parents were off to see his eldest brother Bill in Japan.

Andrew blocked out the irritating ornaments and went back to his thoughts. A few minutes later Hermione came into the Great hall to say her goodbyes; Andrew saw his chance to get away from the two other boys.

"I'll walk you to the station. It's boring watching this anyway."

After saying their goodbyes Harry and Ron went back to their game as Andrew escorted their female friend to the train.

"Excited about Christmas tomorrow, Harry?" Ron asked when he won the chess match.

"I suppose."

They fell into a relative silence, before looking up to see Ron's twin brothers Fred and George headed their way.

"Hello Fred, George."

"Hiya Harry."

"What are you two up to?"

"Nothing much." Ron replied as he prepared the chess pieces for the next game.

"What about you two?" Harry asked turning to the trouble twins.

"Just brainstorming our next plot." Fred said with a mysterious grin.

"Yeah, we've got the basics down alright, now it's just the execution we've got to perfect." George finished.

"So are all of you staying for the holidays?" Harry asked again.

"Yep, our family doesn't have enough money for all of us to go to Egypt." Fred replied shrugging casually.

Harry nodded and turned to see Ron, his ears were bright pink as he looked down at the chess board. Harry understood Ron felt embarrassed about his family's financial problems just as he felt embarrassed about his dysfunctional home life. Sighing silently Harry turned to his red headed buddy and gave him a light kick under the table, followed by a supportive smile.

After talking for a few more minutes, the twins excused themselves and headed back to the Gryffindor tower. Harry and Ron began their next game and barely noticed when Andrew walked back into the Great hall looking conflicted. Andrew planted himself next to his brother and began staring into the distance again. It was a few minutes before he spoke.

"Hey, did you guys know Tonks is a metamorphmagus?"

"Yeah." Ron replied distractedly.

"What is that?"

"Means she can change into someone else." Andrew answered.

"Cool."

"I know."

After another hour of chess the boys decided to head off to the tower to change for lunch. The rest of the day wasn't as exciting as Andrew had hoped it'd be, he spent most of the evening before supper researching and still hadn't come up with anything relating to Nicholas Flammel, so he opted to go upstairs and write Hermione a letter.

As he got half way done with his letter, he couldn't help ask himself if he should tell her that he missed her. Of course he did, Harry and Ron were good company, but if he wanted to have a stimulating discussion, those two certainly didn't fit the bill. But on the other hand did telling a girl you miss her mean that you liked her or just miss her company? He didn't want to give Hermione the wrong idea, he did like her, but not in the girlfriend type of way, he was too young to have a girlfriend. So with that logic buried in his skull he put aside the letter without admitting he missed her. He decided to finish it off in the morning and send it with Hedwig.

After supper the boys went back to the common room and spent most of the night talking about Quidditch which Andrew didn't mind discussing at all. He had won the first game, and had confidence that Harry's… THEIR dad was looking down at him with a sort of pride he always hoped he would be able to see one day. The thought of his adoptive father made Andrew's thoughts sway to the thoughts of his biological father. Who was he? If he were alive, where would he be? The thoughts plagued his mind for hours until he felt a surge of determination.

'Dumbledore would know… I've just got to ask the old man.'

With that thought in mind, Andrew drifted into unconsciousness, and dreamt of not two but four people. Four people, he had seen somewhere before, but couldn't remember where.

The next morning Harry and Andrew were curled up in their separate beds, in a deep slumber before…

"Harry! Andrew, wake up! It's Christmas!"

Harry's head shot up from his pillow immediately while Andrew grumbled something and pulled the covers over his head.

"Coming, Ron!" Harry yelled back as he practically jumped out of bed and rushed out of the boys' dormitories and down the steps leading to the common room.

"Happy Christmas, Harry and Andrew." Ron said cheerfully.

"Happy Christmas, Ron." Harry replied smiling at the red head.

Andrew who woke up from a force of habit greeted back less cheerfully but still had a warm smile on his face.

"Aren't you cold?" Ron asked the dark skinned boy.

"Not really, I don't usually sleep with a shirt on; their uncomfortable and you gotta pull them down half the time… Eh, it isn't worth it." Andrew replied as he stretched his stiff muscles.

Ron looked at Harry with raised eyebrows and Harry just shrugged as a response and watched Ron pull his presents out from under the large tree, which had magically appeared in the common room the previous night.

"Aren't you going to open your presents?" Ron asked the Potter twins.

"Wait, you mean…"

"We've got presents?"

"Err yeah, right here." Ron replied pointing at the gifts with Harry and Andrew's names on them.

Acting quickly, both boys quickly went to work unwrapping their gifts and were happy to see what they had gotten.

Harry had gotten a rock cake from Hagrid, some books on Quidditch from Ron, a broom polishing kit from Hermione, a large box of chocolates from Tonks and a homemade sweater from Ron's mother.

Andrew also received a rock cake from his favourite giant, some sweets from Ron, 'The most famous Quidditch players from Hogwarts and beyond.' a book from Hermione with a broom polishing kit same as Harry and chocolates from Nymmy.

Both boys were ecstatic about their gifts and thanked Ron for his gifts to them, promising to buy him something when they got the chance. That's when Andrew stepped up to the large tree and pulled out another gift.

"What's that?" Harry asked as he watched his brother read the card.

Andrew didn't respond he just kept staring at the item; his hands gripped the gift tightly. He read and re-read the note multiple times before he felt the package being snatched away from him. He looked up to see Ron holding the package in his hands he made a move towards the red head but stopped when he saw Harry take the package and read it out loud.

"Dear Andrew and Harry

These were left in my possession by your fathers.

Please use them wisely."

"What is it?" Ron asked as he eyed the parcel in Harry's hands.

Shrugging Harry tore open the package and pulled out a long, almost transparent cloak, when he made to put the wrapping paper down, a small ring fell to the ground and bounced towards Andrew.

"What are these?" Harry asked looking at the cloak and ring Andrew had picked up off the ground.

Andrew stayed silent and turned the ring in his hands with high curiosity.

"Well, which one's yours and which one's Andrew's?" Ron asked as he observed the two items closely.

"I'm not sure." Harry replied.

"Take the cloak, I prefer the ring." Andrew replied quietly.

"Well then, put it on!" Ron urged Harry.

Harry shrugged and threw the cloak over his shoulders and stood in front of his best friend and noticed Ron turn pale and wide eyed.

"Harry! Your legs… they're missing!"

"What? Whoa!" Harry was surprised to see his that only his head was now visible.

Andrew was surprised and shook his head a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He smiled at Harry who looked at him excitedly before taking the cloak off and placing it on a nearby sofa.

"What about the ring?" Harry asked as he watched Andrew closely.

Taking a shallow breath Andrew slipped the ring onto his finger and…nothing. There was no invisibility, no awesome superpowers, just an ordinary ring. Smiling, Andrew stared at the ring then looked at the two boys who were leaning forward in their seats waiting for the amazing display.

"Sorry guys, looks like an ordinary ring."

"That sucks!" Ron complained loudly.

Shrugging Andrew examined the ring closely and noticed it was golden and a symbol of sorts on the top. The symbol was a wolf howling up at the sky. He started wondering what it meant. He knew a little about wolves, they had a pack mentality or they chose to be alone, the thing about that however was that hunting alone could be very difficult or dangerous for a lone wolf. Andrew sat wondering about it as he looked back at Harry and Ron playing with the cloak.

Just then the twins burst into the common room and started firing snowballs at the three first year boys, before turning and running out the portrait again.

The boys quickly went upstairs to change and dry off. As he entered the room, Andrew decided to finish his letter. After ten minutes or so Andrew smiled and put the letter down, opening the bedroom window he called for Hedwig, he was way too tired to walk all the way to the owlery. He noticed a speck flying towards him; he smiled when he saw it was his brother's owl.

"Hey girl, mind taking this to Hermione?" he asked giving the beautiful creature before attaching the letter to her leg. He watched her disappear from view before changing into some warmer clothes and running downstairs for some breakfast.

He was soon joined by Harry and Ron who were excited about getting the twins back after they enjoyed their meal. Putting his plate aside Andrew waited patiently for the two boys to finish before they headed out to the courtyard. It wasn't long before a battle ensued between Harry, Ron and Andrew against Fred, George and Lee Jordan who Harry said looked like Andrew quite a bit.

After an hour of non-stop snowballs, the twins had to commend Andrew and Harry on their impressive aim. After a quick drying and warming spell casted by their very own Head of House; Professor McGonagall, who had made a comment about young people who enjoyed getting sick, the boys walked into the main corridor but stopped when the Weasley twins held them back.

"What is it?" Harry asked them curiously.

"It's almost time." They replied.

"Time for?"

Just then, Professor Quirrel walked past the students but what made the boys laugh was the fact that the man had been so busy mumbling to himself he hadn't noticed the snowballs which were repeatedly hitting the back of his turban.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Andrew after that moment, he currently found himself lying on his bed staring up at the dark ceiling. It was now 12 am and he couldn't sleep, so wondered into the common, he made his way over to the fire place, or he would've if he hadn't bump into something.

"Ow, bloody hell! Harry is that you?" Andrew whispered.

"Sorry, yeah it's me."

"What are you doing?!"

"Well, I figured I'd look in the restricted section of the library for more information on Nicholas Flammel."

"Oh… well then I'm coming with you." Andrew said finally understanding.

"It's gonna be risky…"

"Risky like that stupid game show we saw on the Telly last year or like trying to steal a piece of ham off of D's plate?" Andrew joked.

Harry sighed and grinned at his brother.

"Alright get in here, let's get going."

Andrew got under the cloak with Harry and both boys snuck out of the common room. They made their way to the library, only getting lost a couple of times. They finally saw the library doors and made their way inside and proceeded to the restricted section as quickly as they could.

"I told you it was a left at the painting of the three eyed woman." Andrew said pulling the cloak off.

Harry simply shot him a look, got a lantern from a table, lit it and they continued scanning the books.

Finding something interesting Andrew pulled the book out and looked at it carefully. It didn't feel right. He opened the book and read a few lines before the book flew out of his hands and started shooting pages at him.

"Ow, crap, I knew it didn't feel right."

"What's going on?" Harry asked when he heard the commotion.

"This… Bloody… Book…!" Andrew answered as he swung for it.

"Who's there?!" A voice called from the front of the library.

"Is that…?"

"Oh god, please no."

Both boys panicked when they saw the light from a lantern headed their way. Acting quickly, Andrew pulled Harry and threw the cloak over themselves.

"What about the…" Harry didn't finish his question as Andrew slapped his hand over Harry's face.

Just then Filch came into view and glared down the row the boys were in. His beady eyes scanning every inch of the isle, Andrew and Harry held their breath scared it would alert the evil man of their location. Acting slowly, the boys' inched their way out of the room.

Running out of the library the Potter boys ran down the hallway and into an unused classroom. Pulling the cloak off the boys stayed quiet as they kept an ear out for the twisted caretaker.

"Hey, what's that?" Andrew asked pointing at a large mirror in the middle of the room.

"I- I don't know."

Together, the boys walked over to the object and noticed an engraving on it.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyton wohsi?" Harry muttered quietly.

"What does that… mean?" Andrew asked trying to figure out the message.

"I don't know." Harry replied slowly.

They turned back to their reflections and stared for a short while before the images started changing.

Harry now saw a whole clan of people in the mirror, but what caught his attention were the men. They all had his hair, messy and untameable. They smiled at Harry and he smiled back, he also saw a woman with long, black hair and a mischievous smile in place. She stood next to a man who looked serious but his eyes held the same mischief the woman's smile had. Harry assumed he was staring at his grandparents. Next were people he knew the faces of; his parents. James and Lilly Potter, his father was an exact replica of Harry right down to the circular glasses, but when he looked closer, he noticed his father's eyes were a deep blue color, but his mothers were sparkling green. He smiled at them and looked down a little further and was met by a three little children; Harry didn't know who they were. There were two boys and a little girl. One of the boys had the signature Potter hair and had the same grin Harry's grandfather was sporting. The other little boy, probably a few years younger had a sweet smile in place, he had Harry's green eyes, a small face and long black hair. The little girl surprised Harry the most, she kept bouncing up and down but lost her balance every now and again, she would stumble then stand back up and continue bouncing, with every bounce her hair would occasionally change, only barely but the shades of her hair color would change. Harry stared at them curiously before remembering Andrew stood with him, he turned and faced his brother, surprised to see him staring at the mirror with a sole tear running down from his left eye.

"Andy, you alright?"

"Ha-Harry, that's… that's them…"

"Who?"

"My parents, my family!" Andrew said happily.

Andrew stared at the people in front of him. He saw three men and three women. The men also had his long dreads witch hung low past their shoulder blades. They all had the same look on their faces Andrew had when he was about to do something that got him into trouble. The women were a little surprising to Andrew. He judged that by the order they were standing was possibly the order of their family tree. So the ones further back were his Great-Grandparents, he stared at the man who grinned mysteriously and winked at Andrew before raising his hand and revealing the ring Andrew currently wore. The woman next to him who Andrew now realised was his Great-Grandmother raised her eyebrow at Andrew before smiling brightly and waving happily at the boy. The woman had beautiful dark skin and dark eyes. She slapped Andrew's Great-Grandfather on the shoulder after he whispered something into her ear; she turned back Andrew before nodding her head at the man and smiling lovingly. The next couple who shook their heads and turned to Andrew and grinned at boy, the man had the same hair and dark eyes as his father but had gotten his light skinned complexion from his mother. The man smiled at the boy and nodded his head happily at Andrew's thoughts. The woman who was his Grandmother smiled at Andrew before blowing him a kiss. Andrew looked at her curiously; she had dark hair which cascaded down her to her waist and bright hazel eyes, but that wasn't what surprised Andrew, his Grandmother was Asian. He blinked a few times before turning to who he assumed were his parents. His father grinned at Andrew while nodding his head happily, and Andrew's mother, an Indian lady smiled at her son happily. Andrew smiled at them and wished he could just hug them.

"This is them Harry, that's my mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, great gp, great gm, they're all there."

Harry was about to ask Andrew if he also saw kids in his but was cut off when his brother gave him a huge bear hug.

"I finally know what they look like." Andrew whispered happily.

When they pulled away from each other, the boys looked back to the mirror and noticed something weird; their families started hugging each other. Harry's relatives and Andrew's family celebrating as if they hadn't seen each other in years.

"Okay this is…"

"Unexpected…"

The families were now standing together smiling at the boys.

"So what does this mean?" Andrew asked looking towards Harry.

"Remember what Olivander said about us? 'A bond stronger than no other…' What if the bond started before we even realised it?" Harry said thoughtfully, he noticed his father nudge his beaming mother happily.

"Wait, then that would mean that this 'bond' of ours wasn't because of some crap we took from our relatives, it would be formed from years upon years of trust, friendship, loyalty etc. So if it's this strong now, that would mean that we didn't get those specific wands by accident. 'Descendants' that's it!"

"The Golden and Silver Flame Phoenixes!" Harry said with his eyes wide.

"Exactly, those wands are so perfectly compatible because of the history of their cores. It's the same principal here! Our bond is stronger because of our family history!" Andrew said smiling.

"But wait, what is our family history?" Harry asked scratching his head.

"I'm not sure but I know one thing, Dumbledore would know." Andrew said turning back to the mirror. He stepped closer to the glass and put a hand on it gently.

'Where are you guys? What happened?' he thought sadly as he stared at the reflection.

"Andy…?"

"Hey have those guys always been there?" Andrew asked quickly pointing to the children in the reflection.

"Yeah… I suppose." Harry said shrugging; he turned to Andrew and noticed him grinning knowingly.

The rest of the night was spent by the boys telling their families about their experiences at Hogwarts, when Andrew told them his Quidditch story the females looked as though they would faint while the men looked positively proud.

Before they knew it, the sun started rising and the boys knew they had to get back to the common room before people asked difficult questions. Saying their goodbyes the boys took off in the direction of their home rooms.

They made it into the boys' dormitories and decided to rather get ready for the day, so after a quick shower and change of clothes the boys made their way down to the great hall for breakfast. They were soon met by a companion they hadn't seen in a while.

"Hey there, Arcanum." Andrew said mindlessly.

"ARCANUM!" Harry yelled, causing Andrew to jump slightly and the black bird to glare at him.

"Sorry." He apologized sheepishly.

The proud owl puffed her chest in an irritated manner before turning to Andrew and showing a letter attached to her leg.

"She's got a reply from Charlie!" Andrew said as he detached the letter quickly.

"Dear Ron

I guess this friend you mentioned in your letter was Hagrid. If so, where did he get a bloody dragon's egg in the first place?

I've managed to put together a team to collect the dragon secretly; problem is we can only be at Hogwarts next week Tuesday. If I'm not mistaken that's when school reopens. Guess you'll just have to sneak out.

Meet us on the Astronomy Tower at exactly 12 am, we'll be there.

Love

Charlie.

Oh P.s Tell Harry Potter I said hello will you?"

Andrew re-read the last line again, quietly before shaking his head and turning to look at Harry.

"So the Richback's going back, thankfully."

"Yeah… hey is that Professor Quirrel?" Harry asked pointing at the paranoid teacher who had just entered the Great hall.

"Yeah, I wonder what his doing up this early…"

The professor had been mumbling to himself quietly, which wasn't surprising to the two boys, he did it all the time. What did shock the boys was when he looked up at them he jumped back slightly and gave a look of Surprise.

"P-Po-P-P-Pot-P-Potter." The teacher said nodding his head slightly.

"Which one?" Andrew asked with a grin.

"B-Both o-o-of cou-course." Quirrel replied.

"Morning Professor." They greeted in unison as they nodded at their Defence Teacher.

They watched as he made his way over to the teachers table for some food and Andrew turned back to his brother.

"Does he seem a bit…? I don't know… odd to you?"

"What you mean?"

"I'm not sure, but I think we're looking at this entire scenario the wrong way."

"Okay…? Elaboration please…"

"Alright, look we know that Nicholas Flammel is tied to Dumbledore somehow, but isn't one of the recent famous wizards we read about. I also read somewhere that Dumbledore is about 145 years old or something like that, so that would mean… Wait, don't chocolate frogs give information on the witch or wizard that's on them?"

"Yeah, but I still don't get… Oh! Of course, it wouldn't hurt to check at least." Harry said catching onto his brother's thoughts.

"Exactly, so next we ask someone for a Dumbledore card. But who…?"

The two boys looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously saying Ron's name.

The red head had been bragging about the enormous amount of chocolate frog cards he had gathered over the years. It bugged Andrew to no point how Ron would go on and on about witches and wizards he had never heard of, or cared about.

"Let's go." Harry said standing at once.

"But… breakfast…" Andrew said sadly pointing at the food on his plate.

"We'll eat later, god it's only five in the morning. We'll be back before breakfast ends… at 10." Harry said emphasizing the two times in his statement.

"Fine…" Andrew grumbled as he stood and walked back to the common room with Harry.

Entering the boys' dormitories the boys quickly went over to a snoring Ron and shook him a few times.

'Ron, Ron, wake up."

"Hmm, wha-?"

"Ron, we need to see your card collection."

"Chocolate frog cards…" Andrew added helpfully.

"Trunk… Big book…" Ron muttered quietly before falling unconscious again.

Rolling his eyes slightly, Andrew opened Ron's trunk and was met by a few disturbing things. His trunk was completely disorganised. Clothes, books and potion ingredients lay all mixed in with one another while his bottle of ink looked like it had spilled over everything, half his quills were snapped- which now made Andrew understand why Ron would ask to lend a quill almost every day.

Fishing through everything and giving a shudder every time he touched something he couldn't identify Andrew finally pulled out a book that he didn't recognize, and knowing that Ron held a strong sense of hatred for any type of reading material, he assumed it had to be his collection.

He shot Harry a look to which Harry smiled sheepishly and motioned for his brother to open the cover.

Luckily, Dumbledore was the first card in the book, and they carefully detached it and read silently.

"Albus Dumbledore

Currently Headmaster of Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for discovering the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicholas Flammel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and ten-pin bowling."

"Alchemy?" Harry asked turning to Andrew.

Andrew's eyes widened as he read that part again, he knew he was nowhere near as book obsessive as his female friend but he did read a few books at the library in Surrey. It helped that he also had a photographic memory sometimes.

"Alchemy: noun; the medieval forerunner of chemistry, based on the supposed transformation of matter. It was concerned particularly with attempts to convert base metals into gold or to find a universal elixir." Andrew recited perfectly.

"Um…?"

"What do you know about something called a philosopher's stone?" Andrew asked turning to Harry.

"Not a lot really."

"Harry, the philosopher's stone is Alchemy, in a simpler explanation, I guess. IT has the power to turn metal into gold or silver, but there's another reason people are so crazy about it…" At Harry's face Andrew continued. "The elixir of life… whoever dunks the stone into a pitcher of water and drinks it, will give the drinker immortality."

"What?"

"Yeah, and I'll bet my broom that's what Hagrid had to get for Dumbledore. But now the question is, where'd they hide it? And has anyone made a move to get it?"

"We need to tell Ron…" Harry said quickly.

"I know, but since it'll probably take about twenty-five minutes for the information to get through his skull…" Andrew ignored the look his brother shot him. "… We should send a letter to Hermione and Nym explaining it."

"Tonks? Are you sure?" Harry asked looking at his brother.

"She did tell us to keep her posted about this stuff, and besides we also got to tell her about the letter Charlie sent back." Andrew replied shrugging.

"So I'll take Hermione and you Tonks?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, alright."

The boys then got out spare pieces of parchment and their quills and wrote to their two friends explaining the situation to them. Opening their windows the boys looked around outside before calling for their owls.

Arcanum was the first to arrive albeit looking a tad grumpily at her master while Hedwig landed next to her 'sister' and hooted happily.

"They remind me too much of ourselves." Andrew muttered to Harry who nodded with a small grin on his face.

"Here you go girl, would you get this to Hermione…" Harry didn't get a chance to finish Hedwig flapped her wings and hooted stubbornly.

"The hell..?" Andrew muttered.

"Okay Arc, could you get this to Tonks…" Andrew also stopped mid-sentence as his own owl now glared daggers into the boy's skull.

"Alright, so Hedwig doesn't want to fly to Hermione and suspect Arcanum is too tired to fly all the way to the Tonks house, so how about we swap? Hermione should live relatively close, and well, looks like Arcanum would like to sleep. While Hedwig could go to Tonks, I suspect she needs to blow off some steam." Harry said pointing at each bird.

"Yeah… Good idea." Andrew replied moving away from his bird, scared at what she might do to him.

So after sorting out the first ever girl problem the boys had to face they attached their letters to the opposite owl and watched as they flew off into the distance.

"Right, now we explain to Ron." Harry said rubbing his hands together.

"Fine, but either while we eat or after, I'm not going to miss breakfast." Andrew said as he made his way to the bathroom.

Harry sighed and raised his hand to his forehead, "It's only 5:55… Ron isn't that slow." Harry muttered as he went to wake his friend up.