Green Eyes

By: Hobblefoot.11

Anything ITALIC is a flashback

A/N: From now on when I put a "!" in it means it is two different flashbacks or breaks or timelines or different places.

Chapter Three:

A young red-headed woman was holding him in her arms. There was a black-haired man with hazel eyes behind her, smiling down upon him. "He's so precious, James." The red head whispered. He placed a quick kiss on her check. "I know."

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"No, baby, that's mommies." The same woman grabbed a piece of wood he had been holding in his hand. "You'll get your own one day." He looked at his now empty hands, remembering the feeling of when the wood had been in his grasp. The current beneath his skin, almost burning, but just tingling, and the sparks that had fluttered from the end of the stick. He smiled, and the woman did too.

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A cake was set in front of him, seven candles burning on top. The cake was decorating in yellow fluttering balls the size of walnuts. He gazed at it longingly. "Happy birthday Harry," An unfamiliar man spoke from behind him. He turned to the handsome black-haired man and reached up to hug him, "Thanks Sirius!" The happily spoken words escaped his lips, a large smile playing there.

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Hayden woke abruptly, panting, his dreams played over and over in his head. Slowly he became aware of his surroundings. He had no idea where he was, in an alley somewhere. It was just becoming light outside. He pondered the previous nights, who had the mysterious man been? And what had he wanted?

The dreams also puzzled him, who were the people? The red-haired woman had said she was his mother. He couldn't remember... but bits and pieces seemed to be there when he searched, but mostly his memory was blank.

And how had he gotten in this alley? He had done the same thing the blonde man had done, and traveled to a different place. The only thing was Hayden didn't know where this place was.

He sat up, his back was sore, and his lips were bruised, a reminder of the brutal assault the night before.

He held his hands in front of him, drawing in a quick breath when he saw them. They were black. Burnt. Like he had held them over open flames for too long. He gingerly pressed one to the ground and pulled it away a second later, hissing in pain.

Hayden managed to scramble awkwardly to his feet, holding his hands cradled against his chest. Each breath hurt, as he walked slowly away from the alley. No one was around. He glanced up and at the closet road sign. Sussex St.1. He had no idea where that was. Was he even still in London?

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Lily Potter pulled the chicken out of the oven and used a bit of magic to transfer it onto a plate and over to the kitchen table. "James! Sirius! Remus!" She shouted, and a waited impatiently for about five more minutes before her husband and two friends came downstairs.

"What took you? Dinner was getting cold." She scolded. James came over to place a kiss on her cheek. "We were just checking in on Ariel." He replied. "Through the two-way mirror."

Sirius grinned and sat down, already scooping spoonfuls of potatoes onto his plate. Remus sat down beside him and followed his example, with a little more dignity.

"I miss her." Lily muttered, sitting down.

James did the same. "She'll be home for Christmas. No worries." He assured her.

And as much as she loved and couldn't wait to see Ariel Potter, their twelve year old daughter, again, she couldn't help but wish Harry had been there. The others seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

"He'd be fifteen this year," Lily murmured, resting her head against James chest. "I wonder if he's even still alive."

"Let's not dwell on the what-ifs." James told her, spooning potatoes onto his plate. "I've got Ariel, I've got you. That's all I need."

"What about me?" Sirius asked in mock-outrage.

"Oh, yes, the mutt and the wolf. Can't forget them." James chuckled, and the mood around the table lightened considerably.

But that night when she was in bed Lily was unable to keep her mind off the 'what-ifs'.

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Ariel Potter was sitting in Defence Against the Dark Arts the next day when her head started to hurt. She grimaced in pain and dropped her head down on her desk. Her best friend Chloe Lovegood looked over at her, concerned. "You okay?" She whispered.

"Yeah. Headache." Ariel whispered back.

"Miss Lovegood, Miss Potter, do we have a problem?" Professor Riddle asked.

"No sir," Both girls answered at the same time.

"Then I suggest you pay attention and save your chatting for after the lesson."

They feel silent, and Riddle continued his lecture on shields.

Suddenly Ariel's vision blotched. She saw black spots, and when they cleared, she was no longer in the classroom. She saw flashes off a boy, at a club, then a blonde-haired man. They were in a different room, and the blonde man was kissing the teen. The teen struggled to escape his grasp.

There was a magical explosion, and the black haired teen was no longer in the room with the man, he was on a street somewhere. She studied him as she flashed closer to him, his hair was falling out of an elastic at the nape of his neck, his clothes were rumbled and he had green eyes.

But the thing that really got her attention was the dark leather bracelet on his left wrist. The bracelet had a crest on it, she knew it well. The same crest hung in her father's study.

And Ariel knew, without a doubt, that this teen she was looking at was her long-lost brother.

The classroom came back into to focus, and she realised she was lying on the floor, with Professor Riddle and Chloe leaning over her.

"Harry!" Was the first thing she gasped.

"Miss Potter. Are you alright?"

"What happened Ari? Are you okay?" Chloe asked. "Did the Nargles get you?"

"Miss Potter –"

"Harry!" She shouted this time, grabbed the professors robes to get his attention. "I saw Harry! He's in trouble! There was a man – a blond man – and he was hurting Harry!"

"Miss Potter, perhaps you feel asleep and dreamed..."

"No! I saw it! Harry's alive! I know it!" She shouted.

"Perhaps you should come with me to the Headmasters office. Class dismissed. Everyone out!" Riddle grabbed her arm and literally dragged her down the halls to Dumbledore's office.

When they entered, Ariel had calmed down slightly.

"Professor, sir, I had a... a vision, I guess." Ariel said immediately upon entering the room. The old man turned to look at her. "Miss Potter..."

"No, please, just, hear me out before you say anything." She begged, and when neither man said anything she continued.

"When I was in Defence, I had a headache, and then I blacked out, and then I saw Harry, but he's older. Like fifteen, and he was in a club, and then a blonde man took him and he was, um, kissing him (she shuddered, grossed out, but continued with her story) and Harry fought him and used magic, and there was an explosion and then Harry was standing on this street somewhere. He's in trouble! I can feel it!"

"Ariel," Dumbledore said calmly, "How do you know this is your brother?"

"Because he had the bracelet on! With the Potter family crest!"

"A bracelet?" Riddle all but sneered. "You think this boy is Harry Potter because of a bracelet?"

"It's the same bracelet Mom and Dad gave Harry the Christmas before he disappeared. It's enchanted. All he has to do it touch it twice and whisper some kind of safe word, and then Mom and Dad can find him."

Both professors were shocked. "A magical bracelet?" Dumbledore repeated. "And he's been wearing it all this time? We could have traced the magical signature years ago." He muttered aghast.

"Tom, please fire call the Potter's. We need to find out everything we can about that bracelet." Dumbledore said urgently.

Ariel Potter sat in his office, waiting for her parents to arrive, feeling a flicker of hope in her heart.

One way or another, she knew that Harry Potter was coming home.

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A/N: I would like to give a huge thank you to Doryan, Fanfic0Reader, MrsSnape2u, Spring Butterfly, Kitsune spk, Wynja, Sweet Sacrifice V, janet1982, Celestialuna, ViolentAi, Scifinerd92 andcascol3 who all reviewed the last chapter.

1 – Sussex Street, Sheffield, England, United Kingdom. This is just a random address I pulled off of Google Maps. It's North of London, where Hayden is from. If I made some mistakes in the address or something I apologize, but it really doesn't have that much significance so I'm just going to leave it.

I know this took forever to put up, but I have not and will not abandon this story. You guys just need to bear with me. I have a fairly busy life, and I'm working on three other stories and trying to organize two more I want to publish on Fanfic, plus school has started again, so I cannot promise regular updates.