Molder looked at Scully, rolled his eyes at her, and left. "Molder! Get back here! Molder, I'm talking to you!" Molder rounded on her and glared. Scully stopped abruptly and looked at Molder. "You may want to ruin these peoples, but I dont"
Scully looked at Molder with the utmost revoltion. How could he say such a thing after they had gotten so far? If she could reveal these people she would be famous.
Molder looked at her for a second and said,slowly," Even if you were famous it would not matter, you would be hunted all your life. Wizards and witches would be after you every waking moment." Molder drawled out the last few words, glared at Scully and walked away. He had to talk to someone about this. Not Dumbledore, he would be mad, not anybody of importance. Harry Potter did nice. Molder walked to the hospital wing to see Harry and watched a girl with dim red-brown,curly hair walk out with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. Molder stared and nodded her a greeting.
Harry slept through most of the afternoon, waking once or twice to loud noises. He woke up sometime after five and saw Molder sitting in a crouch in a chair. His hair flowing over his face, he shifted his gaze to Harry.
Harry blushed, "How long have you been here?" He asked in an almost inaudible voice. Molder smiled and said," Not very long", he was lying of course. He rarely told the truth to people these days. Harry ragarded him for a second and nodded thoughtfully.
"You know,"said Harry after a second," Your not a very good lier." Harry smiled at the dismay on Molder's face. "It's just that you dont seat that much when you've only been here for...'Not very long'" Molder smiled and wiped his brow with his sleeves.
"I have something to tell you," Molder said to Harry. "I am not who you think i am. I...Scully...she...Scully isnt a witch Harry." Molder paused at the disbelief in Harrys face. "Dont worry, I am a wizard. But i do not work for the ministry. Actually, I work for the FBI in the US. I was born there you know. Abanded by my parents, disrespected by my peirs. I..I was an outcast in a world of people who looked alike.
"My foster parents feared me for what i was. They locked me away. They thought me a freak. Then one day a letter came for me. I was home alone. Not permitted to go to school any longer I read the letter, inviting me to a school far away. It said that they would come for me. I was frightened by this. Thinking it some prank by my younger...siblings, i guess you could call them. I went to my...room and read the letter again. It was to good to be true. Of course i did not mention this to my family. Though my siblings looked rather smug, so I asumed it was from them.
"A nock on the door. I was told to get it. I got up awnsered the door and faced Hagrid...He told me to get my stuff. Well not exactly like that but anyway. Um"
Molder paused at the look on Harry's. He seemed almost asleep but at the same time deeply interested in all Molder had to say. Molder laughed suddenly, breaking the melancholy mood. Harry looked about curiously. What was so funny to Molder? Then he saw it. A snowy white owl with a considerbly large parsle was rapping frantecly on the window.
Molder walked to the window and the bird flew to his shoulder, dropping its load into his arms.
"Hedwig?"cried Harry.
"Parly, Harry. She has been my owl since my 5th year at this school"
(A/N this point on is written recently)