Lily's POV
It's been about an hour since we came into the house, and Harrison hasn't said a word to me.
"Tell me about Harry Potter," I said looking at him.
"You've never heard of me?" he asked looking shocked.
"I moved to Japan with my mother when I was three years old, and she never told me about a 'Harry Potter.'"
"Harry Potter is a young man whose parents were killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort. He killed Harry's father, James, first before going after his mother.
"Harry Potter is the only known person to survive the killing curse. After his parents were killed, he was sent to his hateful muggle family. His mother's sister treated him worse than a house elf, and his Uncle and Cousin treated him as a punching bag," Harrison said. The pain in his eyes told me he was telling the truth, "When Harry tried to tell Dumbledore last year of his home situation, he shrugged it off as 'overreacting.' He cared nothing for Harry Potter, and the Dark Lord Voldemort wanted him dead. He ran away from his family, got emancipated from his terrible family, and moved in, right next door to a group of Death Eaters." He glared at my father, uncle, godfather, and Draco.
"Let me tell you a story, Potter-" Uncle Tom said before Harrison cut him off.
"Evans," Harrison corrected, "My name is no longer Harry Potter. It's Harrison Evans."
"Let me tell you a story Evans," Uncle Tom said sitting down in a plush leather chair across from the couch Harrison and I were sitting on, "It's the story of a young man named Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was a half-blood boy, not too different from yourself, his father abandoned his mother, and his mother died after giving birth to the young man. He was forced to live in an orphanage with a cruel woman running it and even crueler children in its walls.
"When he got to Hogwarts, he hoped he would get away from the pain and suffering of the home, but Dumbledore turned his back on the boy.
"As the boy grew he noticed the danger of how the children of the school were growing. He needed to make a change, or the wizarding world would be lost. He managed to get some of his closest friends to help him in the courts, but Dumbledore feared that Tom would ruin him and his way of life.
"Tom opened the Chamber of Secrets to help the muggle-borns so they would be safe from Dumbledore's manipulations, but a girl… a muggle-born girl was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and looked the beast in the eyes." Uncle Tom looked sadly at the carpet before he shook his head and continued the story.
"Tom cried all that night, and every night within the next month. He hated the fact that he had taken an innocent life, and he hated the fact that he could do nothing to apologize to the family of the girl, for if he got expelled, he couldn't help the world.
"Dumbledore found the darkness in Tom's heart and used it to cast an evil, dark curse on him. The curse made him mad with both power and hatred. Tom's motives turned from protecting the muggle-borns, to killing them. From that moment on, he became Lord Voldemort
"One night, October 31st, 1981, Lord Voldemort was put under the Imperious Curse to kill a family. The man had never killed a baby before, and he never wanted to. He tried and tried with all his might to break the curse he was under but the spell was too strong. He killed the father, then the mother. He finally got out from under the curse, but it was too late. His last will before the curse hit the child was to take away all the intent in the curse. That's why the curse didn't kill the boy."
"Then," Father said as he leaned against the wall, "A man who was friends with the Dark Lord before he was turned mad, went to visit his friend, the mother of the family when he saw the damage to the house.
"He ran up the stairs to the baby's room and moved him out from under the crumbling ceiling. He put the boy in a safe place before anyone would come and find him there. Even though he hated the father, he felt sad for the boy that had to be left behind.
"If he had known the truth about what the boy would live through, he would have stolen him away in the night."
Harry sat in silence just looking into his tea cup as if to read the hot chocolate for hints of lies. I could tell that he didn't trust any of the men in the room. I got down on my knees in front of him and looked him in the eyes.
"Harrison," I said in a soft voice that conveyed every bit of honesty in my body, "You don't have to trust them, but do you think you can trust me? These men are my family, and I know with all my heart and soul that they wouldn't lie about something like this."
Harry looked into my eyes and sighed, "You're right. You haven't lied to me the entire time I've known you. Why would you now?"
I smiled widely, happy that Harrison trusted me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. I ran my hand through his hair and started to sing as his arms went around my waist.
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care, I got ways
No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there!
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while."
"I'll go get the elves to set up a room for you tonight, Evans," Father said standing up.
"Can't I go home?" Harrison asked.
"Not tonight," Uncle Tom said, "You are much too tired and the dementors are still hanging around. If they haven't left by the morning, we shall let you floo home."
"Thank you… I didn't catch your name," Harrison said.
"Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle, but you may call me Marvolo for now," Uncle Tom said as he left the room to go to his study.
"Well," Draco said standing up, "I'm going to bed. You going too Crimson?"
"Not yet Dragon. I'll wait until Harrison's room is ready. See you in the morning," I said with a smile.
"I'll make sure coffee is ready," he said as he left the room. I turned to Harry, he was looking at his tea cup again with a shocked look on his face.
"Are you alright?" I asked. I went to put my hand on his shoulder, but he pulled it back out of my grasp.
"I-I need some time to think," Harrison said. When a house elf finally came out to tell Harrison his rooms were ready, Harrison basically ran up the stairs with the house elf trying his best to keep up.
"Goodnight Harrison…" I said to the empty room, knowing he couldn't hear me anymore.
