Chapter 2 Harry Gets a New Dad
It was quiet in the hospital hallways as Jason made his way towards the room that the receptionist had directed him to. He came to the door and walked in. He was immediately accosted by a bear of a man. The two tussled for a moment, neither getting the upper hand before they broke apart and looked at each other. The man was pulling out his wand and Jason was reaching for his gun when Jason spoke up.
"David Scorpio?"
David hesitated and lowered his arm, keeping his wand in his hand. "Yes?"
"Jason Morgan." Jason declared putting his weapon back in the holster.
Scorpio nodded and holstered his wand. He motioned his head towards the bed. "They just brought him in and got him settled down. He's on a ventilator and they're talking like they want to operate on his back and legs. Right now they say that he's paralyzed but they don't know how bad the spinal cord is damaged until they go in and fix the vertebrae. They fixed the rip in his lung and wrapped the ribs. They think that should be fine. They also said that he ruptured his spleen and they already took that out. They've got him under and they'll keep him that way until they're ready to work on him some more. He also has two dislocated knees, a broken arm and a pretty severe concussion. The thing that has them the most concerned is the bruising of his heart."
Jason sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "What will St. Mungo's be able to do for him?"
Scorpio shrugged. "They can fix the broken bones immediately. They can probably also heal his knees and the spleen can be re-grown. I just wonder how bad the spinal cord is. There's not much wizarding medicine can do for the nervous system."
"How quickly can we get him there?" Jason asked.
"Let me go wipe the memories of the doctors and nurses and we'll take him now. I was just waiting for you to get here." Scorpio informed him.
Ten minutes later, Scorpio came back in the room and took a handkerchief out of his pocket. He tapped it with his wand and whispered Engorgio and then Portus. The handkerchief grew and glowed for a second before fading back to normal.
"You need to place your finger on this. We also need to make sure that all the machines and Harry are touching it as well." Scorpio instructed.
Once the two men had everything that needed to come with them touching the cloth, Scorpio said "Activate" and they disappeared from the hospital room as if they were never there.
St. Mungo's was busy when the two men arrived with the injured boy. Scorpio dropped Harry's hand and hurried over to the desk.
"How can I help you?" The receptionist asked.
"I've got a fourteen-year-old male wizard with multiple injuries from a severe beating. We need a healer immediately. He's on muggle life support and the machines will have quit working." Scorpio rattled off.
The receptionist's eyes widened. She shot off a shimmering light to the available healer. Seconds later a tall woman with graying hair and gentle hazel eyes hurried up to them. "I'm Healer Goodheart, what happened?" She asked as she immediately began waving her wand over the boy and reading the diagnosis.
"He was beaten by his muggle uncle. The aurors are on the scene. Mr. Morgan here is a muggle, but he rescued the boy and got him help. His attorney is Michael Grayson and he is currently getting adoption papers on the child." Scorpio informed her.
"How old and what's his name?" Healer Goodheart asked, continuing her examination as they talked.
"He's fourteen, and as for his name you need to keep it strictly confidential." Scorpio instructed.
Healer Goodheart paused and studied the man. "I assure you young man I have no intention of taking out an ad in the Daily Prophet."
"Let's just say it wouldn't be the first time he had his name in it." Scorpio whispered, raising the fringe on Harry's forehead.
The healer gasped and her eyes widened. She looked back up at Scorpio in confusion. "He was beaten by his uncle?" She whispered.
Scorpio nodded. "You can see why this needs to stay quiet."
"Of course." Healer Goodheart said, returning to her brisk no-nonsense manner. "Let's get him into a room and disconnected from these muggle contraptions. They won't work here anyway." She instructed as they wheeled him down the hall and into an empty room.
When she got there she began to disconnect the ventilator and the IV's. Harry began gasping for breath, so the healer waved her wand and a bubble appeared around his head. Then she waved her wand again and Harry was stripped of all clothing and bandages. The extent of the damage was horrific. Besides the major injuries and surgical sites; there were bruises, welts and scars all over his body. Healer Goodheart shook her head and began chanting spells to speed the healing.
When she finished, she sent a silver message out the door. Two minutes later a nurse came in the door with a tray of small colorful vials. She helped the healer coax the potions down Harry's throat. When all the vials were empty, the nurse left and Healer Goodheart began waving her wand again to check her handiwork. She had a frown on her face when she finished.
"I've done all I can for now. There are several more potions that he's going to have to take regularly – one that he will need to take for several days and another for at least a year. I'll tell you what I've healed and what is still going to take some time." She said as she waved her wand and conjured three chairs for them to sit in.
"First of all, the broken bones should be healed in another hour. His lung had been sewn where there was a hole. I've fixed that, so there should not be any pain lingering. I've healed both of his knees and most of the bruises and welts. Many of the older scars were impossible to heal – they were too old and too deep. He should grow a new spleen by the morning. He had a concussion that I have reduced, but he's going to be a bit dizzy when he wakes up."
Jason was astounded at all that magic could do to heal.
Healer Goodheart took a deep breath before continuing. "Now for the bad news. Even though we were able to heal the bones in his back, it remains that there was some damage to the spinal cord. If it had been completely severed, there would be nothing that we could do. He would have been paralyzed for life, fortunately that isn't the case. I'm afraid that there was some extensive damage. That is why he's going to have to take the potion for a year. It will regenerate and reattach the fibers in his spinal cord, but it is a slow and arduous process. Until his spine is completely healed, he will be paralyzed from the waist down."
Jason closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. He looked over at the bed with the undersized boy in despair. He realized that Harry would heal, but a year in a wheelchair! "What will I need to do to take care of him?" Jason asked.
Healer Goodheart raised her eyebrows. "You still wish to adopt him?"
Jason narrowed his eyes. "It's not Harry's fault that this happened to him. I promised to take care of him."
The healer nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. I had to make sure you were in for the long haul. First of all, if he is going to be living in the muggle world, then he can get one of those wheelchairs that are motorized. He won't be able to push himself in one at all. He's very weak due to the malnourishment he has suffered. As far as I could tell, he was starved recently. He will need to eat bland foods in small meals and take a nutrient potion with every meal. You will need to do exercises with his legs every day twice a day so that the muscles don't become atrophied. The worst is that he will need to wear a diaper of sorts. He won't be able to control body functions below the waist."
Jason nodded matter-of-factly and glanced back over at the small boy. "This isn't the first time he has been starved is it?"
"No, I'm afraid not. My tests show that he was underfed all of his life. I imagine the only time he's ever been allowed enough food was while he was at school. You'll need to make sure that he eats at least four meals a day and snacks whenever he can. He won't eat much, but every little bit helps. Foods high in calories would be best, but make sure he eats plenty of vitamins and minerals as well." Healer Goodheart instructed.
Just then there was a knock on the door and Mike Grayson walked in. "Mr. Morgan I have all the paperwork here. You need two witnesses to sign as well and Harry will be your son."
"I'm sure that we could take care of that, if Healer Goodheart doesn't object." Scorpio smiled.
The healer looked up at the attorney. "You got all of the paperwork signed appropriately?" She asked nervously. It was quite a big deal to sign adoption papers for the Boy-Who-Lived – to a muggle no less.
"Signed by the Minister of Magic himself." Mike grinned, showing her the paperwork.
The healer sighed in relief and smiled. "I would be happy to sign as a witness." She agreed.
Two minutes and three signatures later, Harry James Potter became Harry James Potter Morgan. It wasn't a moment too soon either. No sooner had the paperwork folded itself and disappeared to the record hall of the Ministry of Magic then the door opened and in came Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape.
Jason took one look at the old man and knew that he couldn't trust him as far as he could throw him. The enforcer crossed his arms and glared at the two men. "Is there something that I can help you with?"
"I don't believe that we've met. I'm Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and this is Severus Snape, Potions Master. We are here to take Mr. Potter back to the school." The white-haired man explained, his eyes twinkling madly.
Jason stared at him for a moment before looking over at the sour-faced greasy man next to him. "I'm afraid that won't be possible. As soon as Harry is ready we will be returning home. He won't be attending your school next year."
Dumbledore's eyes lost a bit of their twinkle. "Mr. Potter will be returning with me to the school. You don't have the right to remove him."
"Actually as his father, I have just that right." Jason refuted coldly. "I've heard all about your school. Eleven year olds facing killer plants and trolls, twelve year olds facing 60 foot snakes. Fourteen year olds facing dragons, giant spiders and evil sociopaths who use him in dark rituals and kill schoolmates in front of him. No, I'm definitely getting Harry out of here." Jason had been disgusted when Constable Ackerley gave him the information young Seamus had shared with his uncle.
"I'm afraid that I can't let you do that." Dumbledore growled.
"You don't get a say. The Minister of Magic signed the adoption papers himself. Harry is my son and I'm going to get him as far from here as possible. I realize you see him as some sort of weapon, but he's just a kid – a kid who has been starved and beaten all his life, a kid who almost died tonight. I've hired the proper protection for him and I am going to take him where he'll be loved and taken care of like a fourteen year old should be." Jason ground out angrily.
"Mr. Morgan is correct Headmaster. He is legally Harry's father and he has final word on where Harry attends school. You really have no say in the matter. In fact you will be quite fortunate if you do not find yourself facing charges for placing Harry in that house to begin with." Mike declared before Dumbledore could reply.
Jason's face got even colder, if that was possible. "Did you actually meet those people before you just turned a baby over to them old man?"
"You will not speak to the Headmaster that way muggle." Snape growled.
Jason glanced at the greasy man and dismissed him with a look. "Did you even care that Harry is undersized? Did you not see the bruises and scars that cover most of his body? No, I'm not letting you anywhere near my son ever again. He's paralyzed! He's fourteen and he can't walk because of the monster that you sent him to live with! So just stay the hell away from him!" Jason demanded.
Dumbledore stared at the angry American in shock. "He's paralyzed?"
"That's right old man. And I find you just as responsible as the sick bastard who did that to him!" Jason growled. "So from now on you stay away from Harry."
Dumbledore looked at Healer Goodheart for confirmation.
"I'm afraid it's true Headmaster. The child almost died from his injuries, but I couldn't heal his spinal cord. It's a horror that he should never have had to suffer." The Healer stated sadly. "He will be ready to leave here tomorrow morning barring any complications. I for one hope that Mr. Morgan takes him back to America quickly. The boy has suffered enough."
Dumbledore seemed to deflate in front of him. "I didn't know it was so bad. I knew that the Dursleys didn't care much for him, but I never imagined that they would hurt him so badly."
"Any mistreatment is too much. Even if they had never laid a hand on him, the hate they felt for him was enough damage." Jason stated curtly.
Dumbledore nodded. "You are correct of course. Very well, I do hope that you will allow Harry to write his friends from time to time. I know that they will miss him."
"I don't plan to lock him away. He is free to talk to whoever he wishes. I just want him safe and happy. That is my only concern." Jason explained.
"Then I will take my leave." Dumbledore said softly before making his way to the door. The old man seemed even more advanced in age.
Snape sneered at them all before turning abruptly and stalking out the open door with his robes flaring behind him.
"Someone should tell him that Halloween isn't for a few more months." Jason muttered shaking his head.
Mike chuckled and nodded. "He's not called 'The Bat' for nothing. If that's all you need me for Mr. Morgan, then I'll be going."
Jason reached out and shook his hand. "Thanks for all your help. Send me the bill."
"No doubt of that." Mike grinned. "I was glad to help. It's good to see that Harry will finally have someone who loves him taking care of him. He's been through too much." And with that the attorney took his leave.
Healer Goodheart walked over and ran a diagnosis over the sleeping boy. She smiled in satisfaction before gently brushing his hair back from his face. "Just rest dear boy. Everything will be alright now." She told him softly before turning back to the other two men.
"He's healing just fine. You should be able to take him home in the morning as soon as he wakes. I'll be back then to do a final examination and explain his potion doses. I'll also have a referral healer for you should he need it. Where in the United States will you be living?"
"Port Charles, New York." Jason stated.
"Good. I'm assuming that you'll be hooked up to the floo network when you get home. You'll just need to floo to Magical Memorial in New York City and ask for Healer Julie Hartsford. She's a colleague of mine. I think you'll find her to be an excellent healer." Healer Goodheart informed him. "I'll see you both in the morning I'm sure."
Jason and David watched the woman leave before turning to look at each other.
"You want to tell me what a floo is?" Jason asked wryly.
"Do you have a fireplace?"
Jason nodded.
David smiled. "There is a powder that you toss into a lit fire. It's called floo powder. The flames will turn green. Then you can either stick you head in and talk to someone or you can step through and you'll be at whatever destination that you called out."
"Uh-huh." Jason stated deadpanned. "Why not just use a phone?"
David shrugged. "Most wizards don't know about muggle technology. The society is mostly in the Stone Age. Although I have heard that the American wizards are a little more integrated and therefore use more muggle technology. That's one of the reasons I wanted out of Britain – too many bigots here for my taste. Not a bit of common sense among them."
Jason nodded and then pulled the chair he had been sitting in over to Harry's bed. Harry really did look much better. The bruising was almost gone. All that remained was the lightening shaped scar on his forehead. William had told him the story of that scar.
After studying his new son for a moment he turned his attention back to the other man. "We need to talk business."
It was dawn before the two men had come to an agreement. Scorpio would be Harry's main guard. He wouldn't be involved in any of the other business for Corinthos or Morgan, but he would turn a blind eye to anything that he did see. Unlike his two brothers, David was not above bending a rule or two. When they got to America, Jason would hire another guard who was a colleague of David's. He was also a muggle-born wizard who had served in Special Forces before deciding that he could live longer and make more money working for himself.
The two men were sitting and chatting when a moan was heard from the bed. Jason turned his complete attention to the teen slowly waking up. Emerald green eyes opened and glanced around groggily. They closed again momentarily before opening again fully. They were directed towards Jason, but the enforcer could tell that they weren't really seeing him.
"Harry? How are you feeling?" Jason asked softly.
"'m fine. Who're you?" Harry slurred, squinting in a futile attempt to see.
"I don't think you would remember, I'm the man that found you in the closet. My name is Jason Morgan." Jason explained slowly, not wanting to overwhelm the boy.
"Thanks." Harry sighed. "Where are we?"
"We're at St. Mungo's." Jason informed him.
Harry's eyes widened. "You're a wizard?"
"No. I'm what you call a muggle. It's a long story how you ended up here. I'm glad you did though, because you would be in a lot more pain this morning otherwise." Jason replied.
"I'm confused." Harry muttered.
"It could be the concussion, or it could be I'm not explaining it very well. Harry, before anyone comes in, I need to tell you what happened and what's going to happen." Jason explained, going into the story from when he arrived at Privet Drive until they got him to St. Mungo's. He didn't leave anything out. He watched Harry's eyes widen drastically when he explained that he had adopted the teen and that he would be taking him to America with him. Then Jason finished up by telling Harry about the scene with Dumbledore and Snape.
"I never do anything like I did with you Harry and I need to apologize for making this decision without you. I promise that I will always discuss any decision with you before I make a move. I know that we don't know each other very well, so I'm willing to answer most any question you ask. There are some things about my job that I can't discuss, but I'll tell you about anything else." Jason explained.
"Where will we live?" Harry asked softly.
"I live in Port Charles, New York." Jason answered.
"Where will I go to school?"
Jason sighed. "To be honest Harry, I'm not sure about what magical schools are nearby. I don't feel comfortable sending you to another boarding school with Voldemort and his men after you. I'd like to keep you close so that I know you are protected."
Just then Scorpio cleared his throat to get their attention. "Actually, there is a magical school nearby. It's in New York City and with the floo network you can be there instantly."
Harry's eyes widened. "But if Mr. Morgan is a muggle, will they let him be on the floo network? My friend is muggle-born and they wouldn't let her parents get hooked up to the floo network."
Scorpio smiled. "I think that you'll find the Americans aren't quite as hung up on blood purity as England is. To be honest Harry, Britain is the only country in the world that really even cares."
"Wow." Harry breathed. "But what about Voldemort?"
"Harry, I don't think that you've heard this, but the Minister has started a smear campaign against you with the Daily Prophet paper. He really wants you out of the country. He even signed your adoption papers." When Harry started to protest, Jason held up a hand to stop him. "I believe you Harry. I think that Voldemort has returned. But I don't think that a fourteen year old teenager has any business fighting powerful evil wizards. All that matters to me is that you are safe and happy Harry. I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens. So you will have a wizard guard at all times as well as some of my own muggle guards. I really care about you Harry, and I just want you safe." Jason explained.
"What am I supposed to call you?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"That's up to you. You can call me Jason or even Dad if you want. You're my son Harry and I'm going to be the best father that I can for you." Jason replied earnestly.
"I've never been able to call anyone 'Dad' before." He mentioned.
"I would love you to call me 'Dad'." Jason assured him.
"OK, um, Dad. When can I go?" Harry asked.
"The healer is supposed to come check you again and then you should be able to leave here. I'll call and have the plane ready to take us back to the States." Jason explained.
Harry pulled at a loose thread in the blanket that was covering him. "How long will I be paralyzed?" He asked softly, not looking up.
"It will be at least a year according to Healer Goodheart." Jason replied honestly.
Harry nodded while keeping his eyes lowered. "And you still wanted to adopt me?"
Jason leaned forward and laid his hand on Harry's much smaller one, causing the teen to look up questioningly. "Harry several years ago I was in a car accident when my brother drove drunk. I was in a coma and when I woke up I didn't remember anything. I was told that I had brain damage. I couldn't do anything for myself. Eventually, I got stronger but I still couldn't dream, I didn't know what love was or any feelings besides anger, I can't see paintings or pictures any more. Most people called me the Borg or other names. Then I met Sonny. He didn't look at me and think I was only good for parking cars. He gave me a chance and I never looked back. We have had our disagreements, but he is my brother in all but blood. Sonny taught me how to accept people. I don't expect you to be perfect Harry. I just expect you to be yourself."
Harry brushed a tear away embarrassingly. Jason squeezed the hand he held. "You have the right to cry Harry. You have the right to feel anything you want."
That was all it took for Harry to succumb to the tears. Jason moved to sit next to Harry in the bed and pulled him into his arms. Harry gripped Jason's shirt and sobbed all of the pain and fear and hurt that he had experienced in the last few years. He wept for Sirius, Cedric and he wept for himself.
Finally Harry pulled back when he was all cried out. Jason looked down at his new son. "Better?"
Harry nodded and sniffled. "Yeah, thanks."
"Anytime. Now what do you say we see if the healer is ready to do a final examination and release you?" Jason suggested, standing back up and moving towards the door.
As if she had heard them, Healer Goodheart bustled into the room. "Oh good! You're awake!" She exclaimed, hurrying over to the bed and waving her wand over Harry to check his healing progress. Harry shrank back from her before he caught himself.
Jason noticed the flinch and made a mental note to talk to Harry about it. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her finish the exam.
"Well Mr. Po – I mean Mr. Morgan tell me how you feel. Are you in any pain? Are you having any trouble seeing?" Healer Goodheart asked.
"I feel fine, but I can't see very well without my glasses." Harry informed her.
"Oh my! Of course, I should have remembered that you wear glasses. Just a moment Dear and I'll have you all fixed up." The healer exclaimed as she waved her wand in a complicated pattern and chanted in Latin. A moment later she was holding a pair of glasses that looked just like Harry's old ones.
Harry sighed and took them when they were offered, thankful to be able to see again but hating that he needed them. Jason didn't miss any of this and spoke up.
"Harry what's wrong? Do you not like your glasses?" He asked.
Harry shrugged. "I can't see anything without them so it doesn't matter if I like them or not."
"When we get home we could set up an appointment to see if you qualify for that new eye surgery. The doctors could fix your eyes so that you see fine without any help. If you don't qualify," he said with a shrug, "you could always get contacts."
Healer Goodheart looked at the American in disbelief. "What nonsense is this? There is nothing that can completely heal bad eyes!"
Jason fought a smile. "Actually we muggles figured it out years ago. I'm surprised that the magical world didn't know about it."
Scorpio spoke up. "Actually other magical communities already started doing something similar. I had my eyes fixed a couple of years ago. I just had to go to Japan to do it. Like I said before, England tends to bury their head in tradition rather than keeping up with modern breakthroughs. It's part of the reason I wanted to move."
Healer Goodheart blushed. "Yes, I can see what you mean. The doctor I'm referring you to, Julie in New York, was telling me that they don't even use the floo network that much anymore last night when I talked to her. They have developed a new form of teleportation that is easier on their patients. I've given her your information Mr. Morgan so that she can get in touch with you." She explained to Jason.
"Thank you." Jason replied. "So when can I take Harry home?"
"Right now actually. I have a couple of potions for him to take and I need to give you the potions that he needs to keep taking. I have them in a bag. The blue bag is for his back, the green bag is pain potion and the red bag is his nutrient potion. They are all equipped with enough potion for the next six months except the pain potion which Harry will only require for a few days. You will need to get in touch with Healer Hartford before then and she can take over Harry's treatment and adjust his potions accordingly." Healer Goodheart instructed as she handed the small sacks to Jason.
Jason raised an eyebrow. Each small cloth bag fit in the palm of his hand. Scorpio fought a grin.
"They're spelled to be much bigger on the inside despite how they look on the outside. I imagine that they also have spells to keep the bags light and the vials from breaking." He explained.
"Quite right. I'm sorry Mr. Morgan I forgot for a moment that you were not accustomed to such things. Now, let me sign this paperwork and young Harry can be on his way. I took the initiative to procure him a muggle wheelchair until you can get him a more automated one." She turned to Scorpio, "I have studied a bit outside of England and I did hear about these marvelous contraptions." She informed him as she opened the door and wheeled the chair into the room. She handed Jason a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt for Harry to wear. "I also got him a couple of things to wear until you can get some shopping done."
Scorpio grinned and winked at her. "There's hope for you yet."
The healer chuckled and turned her attention to Harry. "Now young man you listen to your new father and you take your potions. It was nice to meet you even though I wish that it had been under better circumstances."
"Thank you." Harry replied, trying to smile but not quite succeeding.
The healer nodded at each of the men and then took her leave.
"Harry, I'm going to help you get dressed and then we're going to stop by my hotel so I can grab a shower and change clothes before we go to the airport. We should be in Port Charles by tonight." Jason told them as he pulled the blankets back to help him get dressed.
Harry was horrified when he saw the pull-up diaper he was wearing. His eyes filled with tears of humiliation. Jason grabbed his hand and squeezed gently.
"Harry you have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is just a necessary task. It in no way reflects on you. I am your father Harry. I am the one to take care of you in any way that you need. It won't be like this forever son." Jason told him softly.
"I'm in a diaper!" Harry sobbed.
"I know how that feels Harry. I didn't wake up from my coma able to take care of bodily functions right away. You've had a severe injury. You're going to heal it just takes time." Jason replied pulling the teen into his arms.
"My own relatives didn't want me when I could take care of myself. What's to stop you from getting tired of me too?" Harry hiccupped.
Jason backed away a bit and lifted Harry's chin so that the teen looked straight into his eyes. "I don't make promises that I don't keep – ever. I promised that I would take care of you when I first found you in that closet. You have nothing to prove to me Harry. You are my son. You weren't born to me, I chose you to be my son. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded and sniffed. "You might have to remind me sometimes."
Jason leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "Then I will remind you as much as you need to hear it. Now let's get you dressed and get you out of here."
Jason and David worked together and soon Harry was dressed and in the wheelchair. Then Jason turned to his guard. "How do we get out of here?"
Scorpio took out the handkerchief and preformed the spell once again to take them to the address Jason told him. A moment later they were standing in Jason's hotel room. The room was extravagant since Benny had made the reservations on Sonny's order. No sooner had they landed in the room that Jason's cell phone rang.
"Morgan." Jason answered.
"Jason, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you since last night." Sonny asked.
"Something came up. I'll explain it when I see you. We need to meet with the other drill company. We won't be working with Grunnings." Jason informed his partner.
"You'd better have a good reason." Sonny warned. "Courtney's been trying to reach you as well."
Jason sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I'll give her a call. It's been a long night. I'll call you when I get on the plane."
"You'd better." Sonny ordered before hanging up.
Jason ended the call and then dialed another number. "Benny, I need the plane to be ready to leave in half an hour." He demanded before hanging up.
He turned to face Harry and David. "I'm going to grab a quick shower and then we can go. Harry we'll get you some clothes when we get to Port Charles is that OK?"
Harry nodded and Jason grabbed some clothes before heading into the bathroom. Only ten minutes later Jason came out with damp hair. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that fit like a glove. He pulled on socks and his motorcycle boots before putting his shoulder holster and gun back on so that the gun was tucked into his side. He glanced over and saw Harry staring at him in surprise.
Jason sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair. He sat down in the chair next to Harry's wheelchair. "I think we need to talk about what I do for a living. I am partners with a man named Sonny Corinthos. We own a coffee warehouse where we import coffee. We have a shipping territory that we run. There are other people who would like to take our shipping lines so it's necessary to protect ourselves. We employ many personal guards who make sure that we stay safe. However I'm also in charge of most of the security myself."
Harry studied his new father for a minute. "Do you kill people?"
Jason took a deep breath. "I have before, yes." He waited nervously for Harry's response.
Harry studied his new father for a moment. He could see a hint of his feelings in Jason's eyes. "Were they trying to hurt you?"
"Yes." Jason replied honestly.
"Is it the mob?" Harry asked bluntly.
Jason raised an eyebrow wondering where the teen had come to that conclusion. "Alleged mob." He automatically answered what he'd heard Alexis say to the cops.
Harry chuckled slightly and took a deep breath. "OK." He stated.
Jason stared at him for a moment. "Just like that?" He asked.
"Yeah. I don't agree with killing innocent people, but if someone comes after you with a gun or a wand intending to kill you there's not much else you can do." Harry explained.
"You've got a good kid there Morgan." Scorpio stated softly from beside the door.
"He's the best." Jason replied softly not taking his eyes off his son.
Harry blushed at the compliment. "If you weren't a good man you would have ignored me and finished your business. You went to a lot of trouble to rescue me and then you adopted me without knowing me. The police kill people that shoot at them. There's not much difference that I can see." He explained.
"Thank you Harry." Jason stated softly.
Harry shrugged and tried to stop blushing. He watched Jason stand up from his chair and finish gathering his things. He slung his duffle bag over his shoulder, walked over to Harry and steered his chair towards the door. Scorpio held the door open and the two men made their way down to the waiting limo that Benny had called. Twenty minutes later they were getting onto the private jet and settling in for the long flight back to America.
TBC...