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Harry, had just recently turned 9 years old and know it was only a matter of time, before he got his first letter from a Wizarding school, and he would finally get his first wand, just like his dad.
His Saturdays were filled with training with his dad, and nursing the muscle pain that came with it, while on Sundays he would visit, Eva since Carla was prepping up to go to Hogwarts since she was a year older than him.
When he came to visit her, all she could talk about was how disappointing the things she was required to get was, she had showed him the first year Hogwarts required list and the books she had gotten and even he, being 9 years old, could see a big gap of knowledge in it.
By this point, Carla parents were praying Hogwarts was worth the price they were paying to send her there, because it was hard to gather that kind of money when you were that old.
Luckily his dad had offered to send money to help Carla transfer schools if she didn't like it there.
It was like putting a bullet in his perfect image of Hogwarts, the whole mess with Carla, was making him rethink, the certainty he had about going there and now that he know there were other schools who would offer a better education than Hogwarts apparently did.
Plus, he didn't know how to feel about seeing the Potter's again so soon.
But it was still to early to think of stuff like that, he still had time to be kid, but even one day, he know he would eventually face the music, and ask the question that had plagued him for almost a year.
A Question so powerful, that it may change how he looked at the world and how people looked at him.
Because he wanted to be just Harry, living with his dad and just being a child.
But he couldn't be selfish forever, so while his dad was helping him understand his homework, he finally popped the question and asked.
"Dad, am I the boy-who-lived?"
From his dad expression, he couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth either.
Ch 12: Your not alone, Harry.
Whatever Xander, was expecting to hear when he once again agreed to help his son understand his homework, giving to him by Mrs Fisher, this definitely wasn't it.
He had to strain his ears just to make sure, he hadn't heard wrong.
His, son, Harry was asking if he was the Boy-Who-Lived!?
How did this question even come up!?
He had secretly hoped that because Harry no longer had the Horcrux inside of him, that he could hunt down the remaining Horcruxes and fulfil, the prophecy without Harry even knowing he was the truly the 'Boy-Who-Lived'.
He was going to prove that the prophecy, wasn't worth the mouth of a lunatic that it spewed out from, to that old man, once all the Horcrux's were gone and Voldemort was truly dead.
He had people out there search for the Horcrux's, as they sat here.
And yet, it seemed there was some truth to the prophecy and Harry was destined to play a bigger part in getting rid of Voldemort for good, other than getting rid of the Horcrux.
So he took a deep breath and said, calmly. "Where did that question come from?"
"Well, dad" Harry said, thinking. "Remember, when we got rid of my scar and I had to force Voldemort out of my head"
Of course, he did, they both did.
Harry was nearly killed, but instead he had been received a new life, a new better life once that thing was gone.
"We'll, Voldemort kept on saying weird stuff like 'you may have vanquished me as a baby'" Here, Harry did his best Voldemort impression and Xander couldn't help but be amused."And 'This time, I won't underestimate you because you are a child'." shaking his right fist in cartoonish rage.
He remembered all that? Xander couldn't help but think, it had been three years since then.
"It doesn't make sense" Harry said, "Everybody know's Jamus Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived so why did I have Voldemort in my head? And, why was I the only one affected after that night? I don't remember Jamus ever having dreams of a flash of green light."
Harry, was too smart for his own good, even at 9 years old, he was thinking on a level that even Albus Dumbledore hadn't ventured into yet, despite knowing about the Horcrux.
"And I'm more powerful than Jamus" Harry said, and the way he said it was fact, not a question, he had become aware of how powerful he was, when Ping and Pong and spoke to him on the phone about the magic they were learning.
Magic that he could do with his eyes closed and had learnt how to do, years ago.
Xander blamed his genes and T.V., for Harry developing what most British Wizards seem to lack.
Common Sense.
"And if Jamus, really defeated Voldemort on that night" Harry said, "Than what was that stuck in my head? How did that get there in the first place. And how do people know what truly happened that night? It wasn't like me and Jamus could talk when we were babies. So how do we even know, the Boy-Who-Lived, even exist's? And isn't something that was made up?"
This boy is going to be big when he's older. Xander thought, with pride, Harry was questioning what was written in books that claimed to be accurate, when in actual fact, all you needed to do was to crack open one or two books from different authors who claimed to have the facts straight, and see they were clearly different like night and day.
It was good that Harry was beginning to think for himself instead of just believing what he was told, without actual proof backing it up.
"And how do we know the Killing curse was actually used that night?" Harry continued. "And who declared Jamus Potter the Boy-Who-Lived, when it could have been either one of us because we were both in that room? How did that person know it was Jamus Potter who was hit that night? What about if it was me instead?"
Harry had raised a good point, a point that was never raised when Voldemort was first defeated.
How did Albus Dumbledore know Jamus Potter was the Boy-who-lived, unless he was in the room when it happened?
Couldn't it have been either one of the boy's that night, than?
Well, Xander wasn't going to cut Harry thinking it a bud, this was a good thing for him.
"Well" He said, making his son look at him. "The truth is, nobody actually questioned the events of that night even though they should have. Back than most Wizards and Witch lived in fear at the mere mention of 'Voldermort', and were just so glad when he was gone, that they never questioned what they were told."
"But that's, stupid" Harry said, scrunching his face up.
"Yes, it is" Xander said, "But, son, you must understand. When your scared, people are willing to believe anything others tell them, if it means they would never confront their fears. This is how the heart works, it takes a certain kind of person, to be able to face what scares them head on and ask the really big questions. These kind of people, became somebody in the future."
Neither of them know, this advice would lead to the downfall of Voldemort for good in the future.
"Take for a example, something was mysteriously killing people." He said, trying to make Harry understand. "What do you think, people are most likely to accept? That a criminal had escaped and was killing them or the truth that the authorities had no idea what was killing them?"
Making Harry think, if people didn't know what was dangerous to them, it would cause them to be afriad of everything, but if they thought it was a person who posed danger to them, they would only be scared of meeting that person, alone and the fear would be greatly reduced.
"The criminal one" Harry said, suddenly understanding.
"Right, it's much better to believe a criminal is killing people than the actually truth" Xander said. "If it does turn out, your actually the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. What would you do?"
And Harry felt like this was some kind of test, in his heart, it was so easy to deny the possibility of being the Boy-Who-Lived.
If he did turn out to be the Boy-Who-Lived, he know a lot of people would try to take him away from his dad.
The old man would come after him, so that he could fulfilled his 'destiny', whatever that was, with a half hearted apology.
His former parents would attempt to come back into his life and try to make up for the years of abuse under them.
And worst of all, his face would be plastered all over the Daily Prophet, he had seen the shows, so he know how harsh the press could be.
He didn't think, he could handle being stalked everywhere he went and not being able to do the things he took for granted without having to worry about what the public thought about, if he suddenly decided to climb a tree or go visit his friends.
It was so easy to run away from all that and delude himself that it was almost painful.
But then he remembered his dad's word's, was he going to run away if one day, it was his reality?
No.
He would face it head on even if his life would never be the same again.
"I would face it" He said, of course he wasn't looking forward, to anything that was attached to the title of 'Boy-Who-Lived'.
"And I'll be right there" Xander said, making Harry look at him in surprise. "To be honest, I wasn't planning to tell you but the Horcrux in your scar wasn't the only one made and it's very likely that Voldemort is still out there and trying to come back. That's why I hired some people to go and find the other pieces. Hopefully, by the time you reached 11, Voldemort would be truly gone so you don't have to worry about it. All you have to do is enjoy your school life."
And Harry was shocked, his dad had been protecting him once again.
His dad was always right beside him.
When he went through the blood adoption, his dad was there.
When he was getting the Horcrux out of his head, his dad was right there beside him holding his hand.
Whenever they went somewhere outside the house, his dad was always not that far from him, keeping an eye on him.
Why should this be any different?
His dad was right here beside him, here too, lighting any load he may ended up carrying in the future.
His shock slowly turned into a large smile as he said. "How did I ever get a dad like you?"
"Simple" Xander said, "You were just too adorable back then. That I just had to take you home." Making Harry cheeks flame. "Now, let's finish this homework and then, I'll let you play with Pan"
Making Harry eyes light up, at the reminder of the monkey.
In that moment, Harry was sure, he had the best dad in the whole wide world.
Neither of them realized, that Months later, Acceptance Letter hell awaited them.
And scene!
Next chapter, Harry has finally reached 10 years old and it's the beginning of acceptance letter hell for the Felix Manor, as schools fight over each other to have Harry as a student. A confrontation between Xander and Albus appears in the next chapter, when Albus wants to give Harry his letter, personally and have Harry go to Hogwarts whether he likes it or not. Review/fav and follow!