Written for The Houses Competition: Round 2: Who am I?

House: Slytherin

Position: Muggle Studies

Category: Standard

Prompts: [Object] Newspaper, [Dialogue] "I know you."

Summary: Harry Fletcher is reunited with someone from his past due to a newspaper article. Muggle AU

Word Count: 1291

Harry Fletcher did not know much about his biological parents. All he knew was that a friend of theirs dropped him off at his adoptive parents' doorstep when he was a year old, for reasons unknown. There was no note explaining why he was there or who his parents were. All that was left of his past was a baby blanket with his name on it: Harry.

Harry didn't mind though. He loved his adoptive parents, the Fletchers, who took him in that Halloween night and raised him as their own. Even as they had more kids, they didn't treat him differently than they first did. He couldn't ask for better parents.

It was because of his parents that he discovered something he loved to do, and that was music. He loved to play music on most instruments like a piano and guitar, and he was good at it. He learned to play multiple instruments over the years and write his own music. By the age of fifteen, Harry was becoming famous in his own right for his music.

There was a local newspaper called The Weekly Report, which focused on major events that happened every week in their local community. To Harry's surprise, they asked to interview him. Harry was pleasantly taken off-guard, but agreed to it after discussing it with his parents. It was another way to gain recognition other than promoting the concerts he did or busking on the streets.

It was that newspaper that led to this situation now. Harry stared intensely at the couple in front of him. The man had messy, untamed, black hair like him and hazel eyes, while the woman had bright, red hair with vibrant green eyes similar to his own.

"I know you," he said before they could speak. "Why do I know you?"

At that, the woman teared up a bit and even the man seemed to get a bit emotional. Harry was confused but waited for them to tell him. There was something tugging at his gut about this, but he wasn't sure why.

The man cleared his throat before he spoke, "I'm James Potter, and this is my wife, Lily Potter. May we speak to you and your, um… parents?"

Harry nodded slowly, deciding to trust the pair. There was something about them that made him want to trust them. It really was like he knew them from somewhere, but he was almost sure he had never met them before in his life. Before he let them into the house though, he called for his parents who quickly made their way to the door.

His mother, Olivia Fletcher, stared in polite confusion at the couple in front of her, although Harry could tell she might have an idea of what was going on. His father, Jacob Fletcher, stared at them with suspicion even as he let them inside.

The five of them sat at the dining room table. His adopted siblings were not home yet as they had after school activities, so it was just them. Harry sat in between his parents as they waited for the other couple to start talking.

"We're sorry to disturb you this afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher," Mrs. Potter started, flashing them a wavering smile.

His mother shook her head, saying it was fine. They sat in awkward silence once more before Mr. Potter sighed in frustration.

"I'm sorry. It… just sounds so ridiculous. What I'm about to say, I mean," he apologized, his hazel eyes storming with conflict.

"Is it?" his mother asked gently, something Harry appreciated very much.

His mother was always so kind and gentle towards everyone. It was a trait he loved about her even if he thought she was going to get taken advantage of one day for it. It just always made him and his siblings feel at ease when talking to her about things, like dating advice or stuff that was happening at school.

"Like I said, I'm James, and this is Lily. We're… Harry's biological parents."

Harry's world didn't come crashing down though, but everything seemed to slow down. He stared at his biological parents, and something clicked in his mind. A man's laugh followed by a woman's muffled words. He shouldn't remember that. It was vague and unclear, but he could swear it was their voice.

His biological parents. In all honesty, he thought they had abandoned him, but now he had the feeling that that was not the case. Was it true?

"Excuse me?" his mother asked in shock.

"I can see it," his father said gruffly, keen eyes observing the Potters.

"I know you," Harry repeated his first words to the couple, disbelief evident in his voice.

"Yeah," Mrs. Potter said weakly. "Though I'm sure you can't remember anything. It's b-been a long time, Harry."

His biological mother choked up a bit as she said her last sentence. She looked one moment away from hugging him as tears finally let loose, and Harry found that he wanted her to. He wanted her to hug him and hold him, but first, he had a question for them.

"H-how did you find me?" he asked.

His adoptive parents were silent as they watched him. Harry could feel their gaze on him and was grateful that they let him handle this. He knew they would intervene if he wanted them to, and he appreciated them all the more for it.

Mr. Potter took out a wrinkled newspaper and handed it to him. Harry recognized it instantly. It was the interview he'd given The Weekly Report,which featured a picture of him standing with his parents.

"You… recognized me from this?" he asked, wanting to make sure.

It was a bit of a gamble. It had been fourteen years since they last saw their son after all, but Harry guessed it was almost unmistakable. He looked like a perfect mix of the two.

"Yeah. We also knew that Peter left you with a couple with the last name Fletcher. From there, it was easy to see," Mrs. Potter explained.

"Who's Peter?" he asked, tearing his gaze away from the newspaper article.

"He was the one who kidnapped you," Mr. Potter answered solemnly. "He told us all that he knew after they caught him."

"Someone kidnapped me?"

The couple nodded solemnly. From what Harry could tell, this Peter must have been close to them. How awful it must've been to be betrayed by a close friend and to lose a son because of it.

Harry wanted to know the full story, but as he glanced at the clock, he knew his siblings would be home soon. He glanced at his parents pleadingly, and luckily, they seemed to understand what he wanted.

"Why don't you two stay the night?" his mother suggested.

"We couldn't possibly—" Mrs. Potter tried to say but was cut off.

"We insist. The rest of the kids will be home soon and I know Harry would love to spend more time with you. Jacob can show you the guest room, right dear?"

"Of course. You can continue this tomorrow. I think everyone needs time to process what's happening, and we always have a guest room ready," Jacob responded.

The Potters stopped protesting, much to Harry's relief. After a quick goodbye, he went to his room where he flopped on his bed. It was odd to meet his biological parents after not thinking of them for so long, but now Harry was eager to learn more.

There were many things that would need to be said tomorrow. Issues that would need to be worked out, and maybe even more family to reconnect with. Whatever happened, Harry was very much looking forward to knowing his parents once more.