Author's Note: This Chapter will be in Alyssa's P.O.V., along with the Potter parents occasionally. It will not say when P.O.V.'s change, but you should know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…grrrr.
Chapter 6: The Potter Family
Alyssa gasped as she saw Harrison collapse on the floor, from what she knew to be fatigue. She rushed up to him and checked his pulse, sighing in relief when she felt it. Her violet eyes were thoughtful when she studied the teenage boy in front of her. She knew that only few things would make him desperate enough to use Shadow Travel, much less to shadow travel to her room. He hadn't developed the ability enough to claim his title as Shadow Walker.
She thought on this as she lifted Harrison up, and placed him on her bed. He really was too light, she thought as she raced down the stairs where her mother was making dinner.
"Mum?" she called, smiling as her mother turned around at the sound of her voice. Lily Potter, nee Evans, was a gorgeous woman. Her figure was naturally skinny, but lithe and agile, and her red hair matched her temper. Her green eyes were found only on one other person in the world, the boy currently unconscious in her bedroom, which brought her back to the reason she was down here.
"Yes Lyss? Something wrong, sweetie?" her mother asked worriedly. She smiled in reassurance to her mother.
"Actually, Mum, Harrison appeared in my room, unconscious, something had to happen for him to use his ability like that!" she informed her mother, concern lacing her voice. Her mother's emerald eyes darkened as she heard something was wrong with the boy she considered a son.
"Get your father, sweetheart, I'll go check on Harry." She said strictly, adopting the tone she used when she had worked at St. Mungo's as a Healer. Rushing up to her daughter's room she watched as said daughter ran towards her father's study.
Alyssa obeyed her mother instantly, running to her father's study. Pausing only to knock, and not waiting for an answer, she rushed in, startling James Potter. James Potter was a handsome man. His dark brown hair was messy, and short, his features were boyish but aristocratic at the same time. His lovely hazel eyes were covered by metal framed glasses, and they currently showed surprise and confusion.
"Lyss, what's up?" he asked, concerned.
"Harry's unconscious in my room, he used Shadow Travel, he must've been in a dangerous situation!" she said in a panicked tone. James' hazel eyes darkened, as his wife's did, when he heard of the situation his pseudo-son was in. He also rushed up to his daughter's room.
When they reached the room, they saw Lily treating the teen on the bed. Alyssa sighed in relief as she saw her mother smile and get up.
"He'll be fine, hun." She told her daughter. "Now let's get some food in our stomachs before I explain anymore." She said strictly, though with a smile on her face. James lingered a moment after his wife and daughter left.
He turned to the boy on the bed, the one he had personally trained. He would always remember the day he first met the child.
Flashback
He was waiting impatiently for her to get here. He had come across a requirement in his father's will, one he didn't like in the least. He had to arrange a marriage contract for his only daughter with a member of the Black family to renew the old bloodlines. This renewal had to occur every century or so, and apparently it was time again. Since Draco Malfoy, son of Narcissa Black-Malfoy was already engaged to a young lady, he had to look at Bellatrix, as she was the only one with a boy he could arrange a marriage with.
"Potter." His name was sneered, and he knew who was standing behind him. He turned and nodded slightly at the witch behind him, along with her three sons. He was grudgingly curious, who was the boys' father? Triplets, that was unheard of in the magical world!
"You wished to arrange a marriage contract with one of my sons?" she sneered. He nodded curtly, studying the boys behind her. "Very well, these are the three triplets. You may choose one, notify me of your decision." She said coldly as she walked off farther into muggle shopping center they had arranged to meet at.
The first boy, seemingly the oldest, with onyx eyes, looked at everyone with a superior glint in his eyes. When they locked gazes, he could tell that the boy, only six years old or so, thought less of him than garbage. Definitely not this one, he snorted mentally.
The second boy, the middle perhaps, was a carbon copy of the first except for the grey eyes. He had a similar look in his eyes, only slightly less pronounced, as the boy seemed more disdainful than superior. This one wasn't the right one either. Only one boy left, then, he thought morbidly.
The third boy, most definitely the youngest, was a complete opposite of his two brothers. His gaze wasn't superior, or disdainful, it was guarded but curious. While his brothers were already showing signs of being heavily built, and had lots of baby fat clinging to them, this boy was built lithe, agile, and naturally skinny, much like his own wife and daughter. The boy's hair was short, and while messy, was not overly so like his, and was the color of a raven's wing. The little child, looking younger than his six years, had astonishing emerald eyes that matched his wife's. This child didn't look anything like a Black, but his features were aristocratic, showing he did come from a high-class family, and he did have Black blood running through his veins. The emerald eyes studied him curiously, and calculatingly, and he could feel the power swirling around this child.
"Who are you?" came the soft inquiry. He found himself smiling at the small child, as though reassuring him.
"My name is James Potter. What is yours, little guy?" he asked gently. The emerald eyes shone with undiscovered intelligence and cunning as the boy's face lit up.
"I'm Harrison!" he whispered softly, but excitedly. The boy looked around quickly, and then leaned in to whisper, "But daddy called me Harry, and he told me that mummy doesn't like me but he'd always love me. But daddy left when I was little. Daddy hasn't come back yet." He said sadly. "You look like my daddy, but he has different eyes." He smiled sadly at the small boy.
"What color were his eyes, Harry?" he asked, maybe he could find out who the father was, maybe he could help the little guy…
"Red." The boy said innocently, and his blood froze.
Red, red, RED! Only one man on the planet had red eyes, and he realized slightly late that the boy looked like a carbon copy of him, only younger.
"What is your last name, kiddo?" he asked gently, but urgently.
"Black-Riddle, sir." The boy responded promptly. He nearly fainted when he heard the last name. Riddle, Tom Marvolo Riddle, I am Lord Voldemort, Holy Shit! But Dark Lords aside, he really adored the little boy in front of him, who seemed to love his dad.
"Say, little guy, would you mind if I became your daddy?" he asked gently. The boy looked up at him, his eyes were guarded.
"No, I don't mind, but you'll be my other daddy, no one can take my daddy's place." The little guy said sternly…well, for a six year old. He grinned widely.
"Have you decided?" a sneering voice asked behind him. He turned to face Bellatrix, and nodded curtly.
"Yes, Harrison here will be the perfect choice for my daughter." He informed her. She snorted but didn't say otherwise.
"Very well, do you have the promise rings?" she asked. He nodded curtly and pulled out a small box from within his robes. Inside had two silver rings. One had alternating diamonds and emeralds on it, spelling the letters A. P. on it. It was his daughter's promise ring. It would be worn on a silver chain until her coming of age, which would be when she could wear it to declare her engagement. The other was alternating diamonds and amethysts, and would spell Harrison's initials, H. R. on it. It would be worn on a silver chain until his coming of age, when he would be able to wear it to declare his engagement. How coincidental that the rings jewel matched each other's eyes. Damn it, his father and his blasted Seer abilities. He took Harrison's out and put it on a chain, pulling it gently over the child. Now, no one could remove it without Harrison's and Alyssa's permission. It wouldn't be affected by the elements, so it wouldn't be damaged in the shower. He smiled gently at the boy who would one day be his son-in-law. Somehow he knew he could trust his daughter to this child, the child he would come to think of as his own. With that thought in mind, he said a quick good-bye and walked down the street and apparated out of sight.
End Flashback
He pulled himself out of his memories. He walked over to his future son-in-law, and pulled out the silver chain the teen wore, and fingered the silver ring gently. The boy had begun calling him Daddy James, and now, just Dad. He smiled and brushed a bang away from the teen's forehead before leaving the room, not noticing his daughter watching him with a relieved expression on her face.
She walked up to the teen on her bed, and ran a hand through his midnight hair, unlike her own auburn one, and whispered softly,
"Get well soon, love. Dad and Mum miss you, so do I." she left the room, well aware of the smile stretching across Harry's face as he slept, and oblivious of the one stretching across her own face as she walked towards the dinner table and sat down to eat.
Woot! It's done! A little bonus chapter for Black Friday! It's free
Emeralds
Please review