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Chapter Six - A Party & A Meeting

South Africa

Lily smiled darkly down at the burning remains of the three Chaste personnel she'd been showing around for the last month. There had been rotating crews for the last three years, but always Stick was with them. Finally, after showing him the South African magical community, Urketan, Stick had apparently decided she'd done enough and explained that her son was living in New York City under the name of Harry Murdock. The old man had been jerking her around since Surrey, dropping only the tiniest morsels of information to keep her on the hook until then. The monster knew how to motivate, she had to give him that.

The moment she had that information Lily let loose with three years worth of magical aggression. It felt so good to let it out and see the Chaste bastards she'd been sent with burning as they deserved. They'd all known she was being used but had done nothing. The only downside was that Stick had managed to teleport out, having apparently sensed her intentions a mere millisecond before she acted. She supposed he wasn't one of the leaders of his Order for nothing. That being said, she fully intended to try her shot at ending him again if they ever crossed paths in the future.

With a new skip in her step she began making her way back to the South African ministry of magic. She had an international portkey to book and a long lost child to introduce herself to.

New York

Elektra forced a false smile onto her face as she continued rubbing shoulders with the rich and powerful of New York. Her father's social gatherings were always a who's who of the well to do in the 'business' but she wasn't allowed to even mention it. Instead she had to act like all of these wretched crooks were 'legitimate' businessmen when every instinct in her heart, and voice in her head, was screaming at her to rip and tear them limb from limb. Especially considering how many of their eyes were latched onto her body. To be fair, she knew she was quite eye-catching in her black dress, but it was still creepy considering how old many of them were.

Luckily she was distracted by her father pulling her aside and asking her to give her performance. Still faking her glee, Elektra began making her way up to the grand piano on a raised platform in the center of the room. It seemed her solo was to be the centerpiece of the evening after all. It was a shame really, she'd been hoping Harry would live up to his potential and earn that date by ruining this event, but it seemed he wasn't as talented as she'd hoped.

The black haired girl was just sitting down on the piano bench when a loud crash came from the glass skylight above and the instrument before her was suddenly reduced to splinters. In the chaos of the screaming crowd and the rushing stampede of the security guard's boots, Elektra took note of two very interesting things. First, the wreckage of the piano contained the groaning body of one of their mansion's external guards. That fact led to the second discovery as her eyes rocketed to the roof where she beheld the form of a masked man all in black appearing to look down right at her. Only one who knew what to look for as she did would take note of the slightly off-kilter tilt to his head, as if he was orienting himself ears first.

Harry had come through after all, and as he turned to make his rapid escape Elektra knew. She'd been absolutely right to give that man a chance. Perhaps she could show him just how 'right' she'd been? As the crowd continued to run amuck the young woman used the chaos to slip away before anyone could even notice.

Back on the campus Harry was teleporting up the side of his dorm building into his room. Was it irresponsible to use his abilities to run rampant through a stranger's home and cause both bodily and property damage? Absolutely. Was it fun? Hell yes. And to top it off now he'd successfully earned a real date with Elektra. A smile came to his face as he slipped in through the window and realized the dorm was empty. There was just something about that girl that called to him. She was witty, intelligent, had a dark sense of humor that he appreciated, and her scent was jaw-dropping.

Peeling off his sweat-stained clothing he closed himself into the shower to get cleaned off. There was nothing like a nice shower after a workout, alternating hot and cold water to expand and contract the muscle before getting out and drying himself off. The only downside was the residual steam, it clogged his sinuses and dampened sound. Which was probably why he didn't know he had a guest until he walked back into the room and perceived a new weight on his bed, moving languidly on the springs. He stopped, rooted to the spot as his senses came back with a vengeance. The sound of light ruffling, his custom silk sheets moving over completely bare skin. A throaty purr, the tone all too inviting. The scent he'd grown to crave in the short time he'd known it.

"Elektra."

"Hm," The woman arched her back on his bed and fanned out her hair, delighting in the way the man gasped and his nostrils flared. She loved that he thought she smelled so good. "Oh yes, it's me."

"H-How did you get in here?" Harry swallowed thickly.

"Your roommate left the door open. He was running off with a blonde girl when I drove up."

"That does sound like him." The blind man, finally given an excuse to move, crossed the floor to turn the latch on the door. He didn't want anyone seeing the woman like this. Hating how off kilter he was, he asked, "W-Why are you here? Like this?" He heard the rasp of the sheet sliding completely away, and he was painfully aware that he was clad only in a towel, and her actions were creating a certain reaction on him.

"Well 'someone' is glad I'm here. You won our little bet so you've earned my attention and my gratitude. Can you hear my heart, it's beating for you right now."

Indeed he could, and its staccato beat was damn near hypnotic. Clutching his towel tightly he walked over to his bed, knelt down, and stumbled his hand over the mattress until he found her own. "This is a little fast isn't it? I meant it when I said I don't sleep around."

"I don't do that either, Harry, but I do go after what I want. I've actually been watching you for a while now and tonight was the final test I had." She caressed his face, "I wanted to see if you were intrigued enough with me to risk breaking into a mansion full of armed men just for the chance to be alone with me. You did not disappoint. I'm just as serious about this as you are, so drop that towel and get in here with me." She leaned back onto the bed, still not releasing his hand.

Some Time Later

Foggy stumbled up the stairs to his dorm, limping slightly. Marci had put him through the wringer, and damn was she flexible. He almost popped a hip keeping up with her. As he fit his key into the lock the blonde idly wondered if Harry was right all along, and that he and Marci were destined to eventually end up together, regardless of how hard they both fought it. They certainly kept coming back to each other enough times, and Harry actually liked her, which was more than could be said of any of his other girlfriends. But Marci wanted to go corporate and Foggy… well he shared his best friend's dream of helping the less fortunate. It wasn't impossible they could make it work, but it would require a lot of communication first and so far they'd not been able to go thirty minutes without fighting or screwing.

Shaking his head clear of those thoughts he turned the handle and made to go inside only to be stopped by the door standing fast. A couple wary shoves provided the answer to the problem. "Harry!" He called through the closed portal, "You locked the latch. Open up and let me in!"

He heard a shuffling sound on the other side and then his friend's voice called, "I'm working on something right now. Give me a minute."

Foggy shrugged and leaned against the wall to wait. It took another twenty minutes and when the door opened at last he was shocked to see it wasn't Harry exiting, but that girl from the red corvette incident. She smirked right at him, waved cheekily, and sashayed out on down the hall. This demanded answers, and when the blonde charged into the room he found his brother in all but blood naked and reclined on his bed with a sheet around his waist and a massive cheshire grin on his face. "Details, Harry. Now."

Five Weeks Later

Lily Potter stared down at the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple and sighed before apparating to her next location. When she'd arrived in the states she'd had no idea just how many Murdocks actually lived there. She'd systematically made her way through all of them until at last she'd reached the last name in the phonebook. Margaret Murdock. She was located in a rooftop apartment in Hell's Kitchen, and based on the observations she'd been keeping on the woman for the last week she lived alone.

Margaret was perhaps a year or two younger than herself, and seemed to have a standard middle to lower middle class life. She taught at a catholic school five days a week, volunteered to referee youth sports on Saturdays, and spent her evenings and Sundays at the local church. She just seemed so wholesome and normal. It was exactly the kind of person she'd hoped her boy would be raised by. As she watched for signs of life in the apartment window her keen eyed gaze took in the sight of the curtains rustling and a shadow passing by. Margaret had returned from evening service.

Looking both ways before crossing the street, the redhead quickly entered the brickstone building and started up the stairs. Damn the place for not having an elevator! It took several minutes, and by the end she needed to make herself take a pause to calm down else she'd seem weirdly winded when introducing herself to the woman. Once her pulse was calm again the witch smoothed out her pantsuit (professionalism was a must in her book) and knocked thrice upon the door.

She only had to wait a moment before it opened to reveal a five foot four inch woman with dark hair and green eyes. "Can I help you?"

Lily gulped and nodded. Once she'd confirmed that this woman was indeed as good as she'd seemed at first, she'd decided beating around the bush wouldn't work. Not if she wanted to be a part of these people's lives. "Y-Yes, you can. M-Margaret Murdock?"

"Yes?" The other woman tilted her head questioningly.

Lily cleared her throat and steeled her nerves. "My name is Lily Potter. About a year after my son was born my home was invaded. My husband was killed and I suffered so much trauma I ended up in a coma for several years. When I awoke three years ago I learned that my son had disappeared. It's taken me all of that time to find you here and now."

"W-What are you saying?" Margaret asked, a dawning look of comprehension crossing her features.

"I'm saying that you adopted my son all those years ago, and I would very much like to know what kind of man he is."

For a while, all the Murdock woman could do was stare at her guest with open mouthed shock, but then her catholic manners kicked in and she hurriedly bustled her guest inside and sat her down at the kitchen table before moving to the stove to take down the tea she had set to steep. "Would you like some tea?"

"Y-Yes, I would love some." Lily was certainly a bit discombobulated by this sudden turn of events, but she wasn't complaining. From her seat at the table she could see into the hall where an entire wall was filled with photos, and so many of them were of her beautiful little boy. She'd recognize those features anywhere. She could see him dressed up for his first day of kindergarten, laughing with a blonde boy on a swing set, standing next to a big man in oversized shorts as they mock punched a heavy bag, and…. sitting on a pew with sunglasses and a white stick? A heavy feeling began bubbling in her gut as Margaret took the chair opposite her and slid a warm mug into her nerveless fingers. It was the perfect temperature.

"I think we both have questions." Margaret took a sip of her own mug. "Why don't I start? Who are you, and why do you think my son is yours?"

"I-I guess that's fair." The redhead was burning with questions after seeing that last photo, but Margaret had the right of it. She deserved her answers more. "As I said, my name is Lily, and for most of my life I lived in England. My family was targeted by a madman and…" She trailed off as memories of pain took over and nearly jumped when she felt her hand taken in a warm grip.

"Take your time." Margaret soothed.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I was attacked and several years later I wake up and it feels like I just took a nap, but I find out my husband is dead, my son is gone, and everything has changed in the world around me. M-My will wasn't even enacted, and the executer put him with my sister instead. I have documentation of my coma if you need proof it happened."

The brunette's grip latched harder onto her own. "Your sister was Petunia Dursley?"

"Yes." The witch answered miserably. "I swear, I left very clear instructions on where he was to be taken if I was unable to look after him and she was not one of the options."

Margaret sighed, "I guess you are his mother then. How did you find us? Harry's adoption records were sealed."

"I met a man named Stick, he told me."

"Well if you ever see him again kick his ass for me. He abandoned my boy." The former novice seethed, forcing herself to calm down after a moment. She had to remind herself that blind rage was unchristian. "What do you hope to accomplish here, Lily? Harry is a grown man now. You can't take him back to England with you."

"And I wouldn't want to." The Englishwoman was quick to reassure. "You're his mom, I know that. It's been hard to come to terms with it, but you raised him, and I understand that fact. I just… I want to know him. I want to be a part of his life. I've missed so much already."

Taking note of the pure despair on the other woman's face and seeing everything she needed to in her eyes, the native New Yorker pulled on the hand she held and dragged her guest over to the hallway wall with the photos. "Then let's help you get to know him."

"Just like that?" Lily blinked.

"Just like that. You've been polite, forthcoming, and honest. I can tell. And it would be cruel to deny you without reason. I have a feeling Father Lantom would have some choice words for me if I did." She chuckled sadly and gestured to the photos with her free hand. "Ask away."

"What is this one?" She gestured to the first photo. An image of the two adults and a tiny version of Harry outside an airport.

"Oh that was the day we brought Harry home with us. He was six at the time. The church set the entire adoption up and helped expedite the process, but we still had enough time to get the place clean and ready for him. Oh, it still breaks my heart sometimes." She shuddered, "I don't know how much you know about how he was treated before he came to us, but your sister and her family… they did a number on him. He was so nervous all the time, and jumpy, and he thought he had to 'earn his keep'. A lot of our early days were just teaching him how to actually be loved." Beside her, Lily let out a dry sob, and the former nun-hopeful was quick to pass over a tissue. As a mother she knew how hard this was to hear.

Lily quickly dried her tears and moved the subject along. There would be time to mourn her little one's lost innocence later. "What about this one?"

"That's Harry's first day of school. I taught there so I was able to check in on him daily. He actually met his best friend Foggy there."

"Ah, so that's the blonde boy." Lily noted, seeing him as a common fixture in many of the photographs present. She'd been dreading the next one though. "And here?" She pointed to the one where Harry was alone on the pew.

Margaret didn't say anything for a while. "When he was nine there was an accident. A speeding truck and poorly secured vats of radioactive chemicals. Harry dove in its path to save an old blind man that was about to get run over. Turned out to be Stick. The truck toppled, the vats fell and burst, and our little boy got an eyeful. He still has some chemical scarring around his eyelids if you see him without his sunglasses."

"He's-He's blind, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"That means he'll never see me, or know what I look like." The redhead lamented.

"I'm sorry." Margaret moved back to the kitchen and reclaimed her seat. She could still see everything well enough from there. "It was hard for him for a while, learning to live like that. But Jack and I helped him every way we could, and soon enough he was moving as easily as if he'd never lost his vision at all. It's quite astounding, actually." A soft smile came over her face then, "He liked to say that between us and God he had all the support he could ever need."

"God?" Lily looked back at the photos and saw one that appeared to be Harry's Confirmation ceremony. "So he's Catholic?"

"My husband and I raised him in our faith, yes." Margaret's voice turned sad again, "Jack's gone now. His loss hit Harry deeply. There's a special bond between a boy and his father and to suddenly have it severed was devastating for him. But Jack always supported his education and it's one of the main reasons he decided to be a lawyer."

"Lawyer?"

"Yes, he's attending Columbia Law School and he's currently at the top of his class." The woman's voice took a one-eighty spin into pride as she discussed her boy's accomplishments. "His little friend Foggy is there too actually. They want to come back here and open up their own practice when they graduate." A contemplative tone came upon her then as she said, "You know, Harry was all set to come back and visit this weekend."

"Really?" Lily asked, voice full of hope and longing.

"Yes. He said he had something important to tell me. Seems only right I have something to tell him as well." She stood up and took the redhead's hand again. "Would you like to meet him?"

"Y-Yes." She gulped to bury her emotions, "I still can't believe you're so okay with this."

"Oh believe me, it's not that easy. But if that documentation of yours holds up, then Harry's treatment was not your fault, and having been blessed with that boy in my life, I can only imagine the pain of his absence. I would not wish it on anyone. That being said, I don't know how he will react to you, but I can promise you the chance to find out."

"Can you tell me more about 'our' son." Lily made sure to stress that word, hoping it would impart just how much she meant it. If the understanding look that passed between her and the other woman was anything to go by, the understanding was made.

"Of course, Lily. Come help me with dinner and we can talk as long as you'd like."

That Friday

Elektra sighed happily as she rested on her boyfriend's chest. Alone in his dorm the air smelt of them and their exertions and it just felt right to her. Only in this place, alone with Harry, did the voices in her head start to actually calm themselves. It was almost what she imagined being alone with her thoughts to be like.

The last five, almost six, weeks had been a whirlwind for them both, and she had found herself steadily falling for this strange, beautiful, blind man faster than she ever could have dreamed possible. He was so kind, caring, understanding, and capable in so many ways. Their dates, far from her usual fine dining and dancing, were spent in the gymnasium performing feats of gymnastics and freerunning that frequently turned into seductive games of cat and mouse like their first meeting, going for runs along the rooftops, and walking along the campus grounds, cuddled together for the heat. And in the bedroom… he was a god. Harry claimed he didn't have a lot of experience but he just felt the need to touch and taste every part of her, and by the time they eventually got down to the main event his foreplay had already taken her over the edge at least three times.

More and more Elektra found her mind and attention drawn to Harry Murdock. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, if he was smiling, or worried, or stressed, and every time they were apart the main thought on her mind was how soon they could meet once more. But they didn't spend all their time in the bedroom. They'd had so many conversations about their lives, hopes, and dreams for the future. She'd never been in love before, but she had to admit this was what she'd always thought it would feel like. It was what her father said he'd felt for her mom.

"What are you thinking?" Harry asked, running his fingers through her black mane.

"How do you know I'm thinking about anything?" She joked, cuddling closer. It was the heart of winter outside and her man was so damned warm.

"You slide your tongue against the inside of your cheek when your mind is heavy."

"I do not."

"I can hear the lady eight buildings over stirring her ladle in a pot full of soup. I think I know what you are doing with your tongue right next to me." He kissed her cheek, "Your beautiful" a kiss to her ear, "seductive" her neck, "tongue."

Shuddering with delight and unable to stop herself in time, Elektra moaned, "God, I love you, Harry."

At once he stopped, and a look of surprise came to his face. Elektra always found it interesting how expressive Harry's face became considering he never really looked at the objects of his interest. Trying to salvage the situation she hesitatingly offered, "I-Is that okay?" It was too late to take it back now.

At once Harry's face broke into a massive smile and he slammed his mouth down onto her own, earning a shocked moan in response. "Okay? This is amazing! Elektra, I love you too. I've been in love with you since the night I first met you and I smelled you for the first time. I wanted to say it for a while now but I just wasn't sure when the right time was. Thanks for taking the pressure off."

"You say the most romantic things." She purred before licking her way up his neck. "Ready for round four?" She was a bit shocked when he grabbed her shoulders to stop her hands wandering.

"Not just yet. Look, I'm heading home tomorrow to visit my mom. I'm planning to tell her all about you, and that I've found someone special." His hand traced down her arm to wrap around her own, "Now though, I'd like to introduce her to the woman I love."

Elektra was gobsmacked, she knew exactly how important her man's mother was to him. "You want me to meet your mom?"

"Yeah."

"That's fantastic. I… I want you to meet my dad."

Emotions running high, the rest of the night was spent expressing the love held within themselves, and no words were needed.

Saturday

The train had arrived in record time and now Elektra and Harry were nervously making their way up the many stairs to his old apartment. Foggy had been invited, but the blonde had manfully stated that he was meeting Marci for coffee instead of their usual bar or dorm meeting locations. He was determined (with much verbal support from Harry) to actually figure out what they were, an act that impressed both his best friend and Elektra a great deal. For her part, the murderess was happy Foggy was finally getting down to it as she'd had a chance to actually meet Marci and a fast friendship had opened up between them. The amount of late night phone calls where she'd had to listen to the girl complain about Foggy not wanting to spend the night were staggering. Though actually being able to engage in 'girl talk' had been a fun adventure all its own.

Now though they were at the door and the black haired girl was compulsively smoothing down her shirt, smelling her hair to make sure it hadn't picked up any smells on the train, and doing everything possible to stress herself out until her boyfriend moved and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

"Relax. My mom is going to love you."

"I-I really want her to." It was a new thing for her, meeting the parents, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Then let's knock on the door and make it happen." And so saying, that was exactly what he did.