Chapter Three – Overload

The journey to Hogwarts on the train, was the most uneventful trip Harry had ever done. He, Ron and Herimone sat in silence, with talk all around them, mainly about the Hawk and Voldamort and the connect between them. Harry closed his eyes, all he wanted to do was to get safely into his four poster bed in Gryffindor tower, and to forget everything.

Albus Dumbledore, the long sliver haired and beard headmaster of Hogwarts, warned them about Hawk, at the feast, when they arrived, and told them not to venture out of the castle, without a teacher company. For the first time, Harry agreed with him, and vowed to himself, not to ignore his warning. Harry also received his timetable for the year, and saw his sixth year subjects were now looking a lot harder, having got good marks on all his O.W.L.'s, and for the first two months at school, nothing unusual happened, except for the large amount of homework and to his delight, Quidditch practice, have been restated as seeker.

The attention of Quidditch practice kept his mind, off matters that was happening to him, and what could be happening outside the castle

But he also had his new powers to contend with as well as the lack of news in the Daily Prophet, about both Hawk and Voldamort, was seriously worrying Harry. His new powers were going stronger everyday, and Harry was beginning to struggle to keep control of them, after having had several near misses with the freezing power especially with Draco Malfoy, Crabb and Goyle, of which he came very close to leaving them that way, after Malfoy insulted Harry's parents, after catching alone walking to the Gryffindor tower.

'One of these days, he's going to go one step to far' Harry thought as he left them laughing behind him, 'if you only knew!'

He would have smiled at that if it wasn't for the fear of him becoming found out, having powers which weren't exactly normal. Harry had been spending a lot of time alone lately, spending it mostly in the library, not only doing homework, but also secretly researching his new powers and where they came from, and so far, all that Harry found was, nothing.

This he realised, was rather disturbing factor, as Ron and Herimone kept asking him, if he was alright. Spending so much time away from the common room, in the library, alone, wasn't good and they weren't the only ones to notice. But he couldn't bring himself to tell them.

A lot of the other Gryffindors, and many student from other houses, were asking after Harry and wondering why he was acting so strange. He didn't care, there was so much worrying him, they would never understand. But there was one good thing to come from it though. His marks were now beating Herimone's by a long distance, who was considered by many to be the best in the year, and his drastically improved skill at Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and Divination, he was turning a few heads, to his mild delight.

'No, I'm just a pretty, famous face!' Harry thought and smiled to himself at this.

He knew the reason for this, instantly, his new powers, his ability to freeze, and to move instantly from place and place, around the castle, had become useful. But they also gave Harry real problems, constant headaches, so painful, that not even Madam Prophey's magical remedies didn't seem to move them. The constant sleepless nights, so badly wound up, and exhausted, that it not only made him look as though he was on death's door when walking around the castle, but he knew before long, he'd collapse, unable to take any more.

However, having powers like these, was worth trading off the headaches, especially for getting out of sticky situations, like going to Hagrids, unnoticed. It was easier to zap down there then to take the invisibility cloak.

Zapping, Harry giggled at this, it was the only name he could think of, to call it. It wasn't Apprating, because you couldn't Apprate on the Hogwarts grounds, the magic of the castle prevented it.

Also the lack of news again from the Hawk and Voldamort wasn't helping and his dreams had been normal and the scar hadn't hurt since he master the art of moving about the castle just by thinking. But is was a month before Christmas, when all hell broke loose.

Harry wondered into the Great Hall of the castle, as usual for breakfast, his mind on other things, when the hall went completely silent, and Harry noticed, it was fuller the usual, for a weekday morning. He looked round, with all eyes on him, with absolutely no idea, what was going on. But is was the look of fear people's eyes, which got to Harry the most. He stood there staring at them, when Ron grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the Gryffindor table, all eyes following him. Harry even saw that Malfoy, Crabb and Goyle were looking as though someone had died.

"What's going on?" He asked Ron, before a copy of the Daily Prophet, was shoved into his hands. Harry looked it the headline.

'The 'Hawk's' identity finally confirmed!' He looked up at Ron, who stared at him, like he was a revolting cockroach. He look back at the paper, to the photo. His photo was on the front cover next to the picture of the 'Hawk', which he first saw at the Weasleys. He looked up frowning.

"Read it!" Ron said, impatient, his voice sounded almost angry. Harry read on.

'Exclusive news. The Daily Prophet has finally had confirmation of the 'Hawk's' identity, today, from a source at Kosworth's Academy of Magic, the sister to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is the blood cousin of the famous Harry Potter, famous for surviving the death curse given by He-Who-Must-

Not-Be-Named. The 'Hawk's' true name is Samantha Potter, James Potter's Niece, (Harry Potter's father), his brother, Kevin's daughter, looks identical to Lily potter. But she is extremely tall and very well built. The exact opposite to her cousin, Harry. Her mother is unknown, as she died giving birth to her, through natural causes and was raised by Kevin and his brother's family, James, Lily, and Harry. After the death of James and Lily and was forced to leave the country, fleeing to America, at the age of five years old.

She was a student at Kosworth's and has believed for years that her cousin, Harry, is dead, as being four years older them him, witness the night when he destroyed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She is, like all Potters, exceptionally good at Quidditch, and one the best in America. At 20 years old, she is almost six foot tall, with long red hair and a backlash scar on the left hand side of her forehead, above her left eyebrow, in the shape of two lightning scar joined at right angles to each other at one end. She was in her final year of the Dragon's Eye Auror Training Collage, the best in the world.

But has had many an encounter in with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named herself and is now able to dodge the death curse perfectly, or working with him, in his search for evil. Neither of the cousin's knows the other exists and she is equally as famous as Harry but for different reasons. She is exceptionally powerful, being an animagi, in the form of a golden eagle, reflecting the golden yellow of her eyes. She is very hard-core and takes nothing from no one and trusted very few people. Her other powers include, the ability to freeze, the control the weather with her mind, fire control, ice control, to move from place to place in a split second and to move objects by thinking. These are only the confirmed powers, but our source says that they are many more

The Ministry of Magic knows nothing about her and doesn't believe her existence. She was very pale, white skinned, and dark eyed but extremely powerful and it seems that nothing will stop her, for her search for evil. She was well attuned to the evil, in the world, mainly by smell and has one of the fiercest of stares, which had been known to crack the most powerful of wizards. She is exceptional dangerous and it is believed that Harry is either, be in serious danger and will be tempted to join his cousin's cause, in the her search for evil.'

Harry stared at the article, never has so much information about his family, been given in the Daily Prophet. He gulped. He looked back at Ron, feeling the colour drain from him, unable to speak.

Harry looked from Ron to Herimone, who was white with tears, but she had a stern look on her face. She grabbed Harry by the robes and dragged him outside to the Entrance Hall, and out of sight of the on looking students from the Great Hall. Herimone was barely breathing, due to extreme panic.

"Can you do those things?" She whispered, and Harry barely heard her. She pointed down at the article, where it listed the powers his cousin had. Harry gulped and looked Herimone in the eye and nodded. He couldn't hide his powers any longer, he had to tell them. Herimone screamed and he grabbed her, to put her hand over her mouth, as he saw people coming out of the Great Hall, to find the source of the noise. Harry panicked.

"Quiet!" He said, rather sharply, "Follow me!"

He lead them out of the main entrance doors of the castle, and almost ran to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Ron grabbed and pushed him up against a tree, with anger like nothing Harry had seen before.

"Harry, What is going on?" He was breathing heavily, his blood boiling. Harry stared at Ron, when all a sudden, the stress and pressure became too much, and Harry burst into tears, before he could stop himself. Ron let go of him, is complete shock at seeing his friend cry. Harry collapsed inwards as he slid down the tree and ended up siting at the foot of the tree. Herimone and Ron, stared at him, until Harry broke and told them everything, about the Dursleys, the new powers, the incident when he ended up at Woking, everything. Harry felt himself, falling deeper and deeper inside the darkness, until he passed out, in a spiral of deep depression, though deep darkness. Exactly how long he was out cold, he never knew and but he woke to a quiet hospital wing, with a very worried Mrs. Weasley, sat next to him.

He was still feeling very depressed, tears still in his eyes, and he just lay there, saying nothing, trying to get his head round what has happened. He never realised that being famous could reach this point, and he didn't like it. After what felt like an hour, he turned over and faced Mrs. Weasley, who instantly saw that he was awake.

"Harry!" The relief in her voice, was evident, and she grabbed him and hugged him, tightly and full of love. When she finally let him go, he collapsed back on the bed, exhausted, and asked,

"How long have I been out?" He could barely heard his own voice, but Mrs. Weasley did, and she was crying when she replied.

"Six weeks!" she wailed with relief.

Harry bolted upright, with such speed and shock, he made Mrs. Weasley jump very badly. "Six weeks!" he breathed, disbelieved.

"You went into a coma, Harry. We didn't think that you were going to make it. Madam Promphey, tried everything, to bring you back and Dumbledore almost sent you to St. Mongo's"

Harry stared at Mrs. Weasley, as he gave him his glasses, off the bedside table. How could he have been so stupid, how could he have collapsed so easily, just because of a simple newspaper article. Mrs. Weasley, seemed to know what he was thinking.

"No one blames you, Harry, for what happened!"

"For what? Being born to a particular family, who had a convicted murderer for a godfather and now has a crazed, dangerous, evil, Auror, for a cousin!" He snapped back at her. It was at times like this when he hated being famous. Mrs. Weasley said nothing. Harry put his glasses on, and the hospital wing came into view, he looked around and his jaw dropped. There was a large pile of presents at the foot of is bed. He may have missed Christmas, but Christmas hadn't forgotten him, and the pile was a lot larger then usual. He looked back at Mrs. Weasley, who smiled.

"Ron told the whole school, what you have told him and what had happened to you. He told them everything he knew about you, and said that you would never onto the dark side," she paused, Harry looking at her, "and those..." she said, pointing to the pile, "are from the people who believed him."

This looked like three quarters of the school. Harry was owe struck, as he moved over to the pile and took the letter sitting on the top. He opened it and read.

'Dear Harry, Ron Weasley told us what happened, and we don't blame you. Anyone of us would have caved in under that kind of pressure and we hope you are alright. We are all dying to see what you can do and we will even invite to our common room, so that you can show us. We bet it is really cool having that kind of power and imagine what you could do the Slytherin's when they get on your nerves. We think they will leave you alone for a while, out of fear, maybe. Anyway, get better really fast, we really want to see you, and it you have any problems, don't hesitate to ask, but we think, we will be asking help from you more. See you around, Harry. The Hugglepuff House'

Harry jaw dropped, as Mrs. Weasley, looked over his shoulder to read the note. She laughed.

"You've got one of those from the Ravenclaws and the your fellow Gryffindors. They are all really worried as none of them had any idea, just how ill your were." She looked at him deep in the eyes,

"I won't lie to you, Harry. We almost lost you at one point, you have very close to dying, over this past month, and everyone will be pleased to hear that you have pulled through."

Harry looked back at her. He fancied opening his presents in peace, and didn't want to be hounded, not now anyway.

"Could you tell them for me, while I open these" He pointed to the presents, and then quickly added, at the look of horror on Mrs. Weasley's face, added.

"I will be alright, and thankyou for looking after me!" Harry said in a quiet voice. She smiled, and reluctantly agreed.

"Alright, but I'll send Madam Prophey in."

"OK!" replied Harry, he was now really tired now, Madam Prophey's fussing was about all he could handle at the moment. "But only her!"

Mrs. Weasley agreed, and left, leaving Harry alone in the hospital wing, with the presents, of which he began unwrapping.

Harry found that half the contents of the Honeyduke's Sweet shop, in Hogmeade, was lying in front of him as he opened the presents. There was also two more notes, like Mrs. Weasley had said, from Ravanclaw and his own house, both similar to the Hugglepuff note. Harry had the distinct feeling that he will be doing a lot of showing off, over the next couple of weeks. He grinned, imagining the look of horror on Malfoy's face, at the sight of Harry. He continued unwrapping, to find the usual Christmas presents, the knitted jumper from Mrs. Weasley, sweets from Herimone and Ron, and home cooking from Hagrid. He had almost finished when Madam Prophey came running over to check him over.

He was right, she fussed with him, checking pulse and breathing, basically everything, for what seemed like an hour. Harry was now so tired, he let her and it was only after she had left, did he final get some sleep.

Harry stayed in the hospital wing for a further week, before Madam Prophey finally let him go. Harry asked for no visitors, he didn't to seem rude, but its just that he would never get any sleep, with the endless stream of people who would come to see him, asking for intricate details, and Harry, just wasn't in the mood. Harry spent the time, however practicing his new powers, which to his relief, were still in good working order and Harry, messing about with them, found he had acquired a new third power, and which Harry thought was the most coolest. The ability to move object with his mind. Telekinetic powers, he knew it better as, and is power wasn't directed through his hands, but through his eyes. It took Harry, the best part of two days to figure out this piece of information. This made the telekinetic power harder to control, but a lot more fun, especially to annoy Madam Prophey.

Harry had managed to persuade Madam Prophey, to let him leave the hospital wing in the middle of the night, to avoid the crowds and had Mrs. Weasley escort him back to the Gryffindor tower, through the portrait hole, and kiss him goodnight in the deserted common room. Harry went to bed as silently as a mouse, not wake Ron, who he would surprise in the morning along with the other Gryffindors. Harry smiled at the thought of the Ron's face in the morning, to see him lying there, and that he would deal with crowds of students then, and at this, he fell asleep.