Chapter 7 An International Incident

"Just two more Son then we can get you a shower and get some breakfast." Jason encouraged the young teen.

"Uh huh." Harry agreed.

The two Morgans were just finishing up Harry's morning exercises. A knock sounded on the front door, and Francis leaned in to announce David.

"We're back here." Jason declared as he bent Harry's leg so that his knee met his chest.

David came walking into the bedroom with a couple of medium-sized boxes in his arms.

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously as he turned his head to study the objects his guard was carrying.

David grinned. "This, my young wizard, is the ticket to you writing your two best friends."

Harry's eyes widened as he studied the boxes with even more interest. "How do they work?"

David placed the boxes side-by-side on Harry's dresser and the teen could see golden name plates with each of his friends' names engraved on them. "I knew that there was no way that owl post could make it all the way across the Atlantic without quickly wearing out, so I spoke with a goblin I know at Gringotts. For special clients, they will make available magical mailboxes. Your vault contents qualify you as a 'special client." David grinned.

"How does it work?" Jason asked curiously.

"Very simple actually. You write a letter, place it in the box and then close the lid. Your letter will instantly appear in that person's box at their home. Ron and Hermione are also receiving their mailboxes today." David explained.

"That's brilliant!" Harry's eyes shined with excitement. As much as he loved his new life, the teen still missed his first friends.

"Why don't we get you a shower and then you can write a couple of letters?" Jason suggested as he finished Harry's last stretch.

"Yes thanks." Harry nodded.

Twenty minutes later, a clean Harry was sitting at his desk writing diligently.

Jason and David were in the dining room giving the boy privacy to compose his letters.

"I'm surprised you didn't make him eat breakfast first." David commented casually.

Jason shrugged as he lined up his next shot. "I knew that Harry wasn't going to be enthusiastic about going anywhere until he had sent those letters. Once he's finished, he'll be able to enjoy the day more."

David watched Jason sink the seven ball and nodded. "Yeah, what are the plans for today anyway?"

"I received a call early this morning from Healer Hartsford. She wanted to see Harry as soon as possible. So after breakfast we're supposed to go to a basement hallway in General Hospital. There's a teleportation room located there."

David nodded. "Alright. So where's breakfast?"

A smile snuck onto his employer's face. "Kelly's."

"That kid really likes Kelly's." David shook his head and chuckled.

Jason shrugged and took his next shot. "I'm just glad he's showing interest in anything. I was worried that the nightmares and his injuries would cause him to be depressed."

"I think you and Emily have kept him too busy to dwell on his situation." David pointed out as he watched Jason miss a tricky combination attempt.

"Probably, but I'm hoping that time will help heal him emotionally as well as physically. I don't think he's ever been given the chance to recover from the different tragedies he's faced." Jason replied, watching as the other man sank the combination he'd just missed.

"You're probably right." David agreed lining up his next shot. "You've been very good for him Jason, you and your family."

"He's my son. I want him to be happy." Jason stated softly.

Both men glanced over as the door opened and a grinning Harry wheeled himself out.

"I'd say you've accomplished that particular goal." David smiled.

Ron Weasley was just sitting down to lunch when a strange owl flew in the kitchen window and landed in front of him. There was a package attached to its leg.

"Ron? Who's it from?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she set a plate in front of her son.

"I don't know." He mumbled as he untied the package and then opened it to see a good-sized box with Harry Morgan engraved on the front.

"Oh my! It's a magical mailbox! I've heard of these!" Arthur Weasley exclaimed excitedly. "Only important clients from Gringotts can even use these!"

"I wonder why it came to me if it's got Harry's name on it?" Ron wondered aloud.

"Ron, you use this box to send Harry messages. It has the name of the person you are sending the letter to. Harry probably has one with your name on it." Arthur explained.

"Wow!" Ron grinned.

Just then there was a soft glow on the name plate. Ron's eyes lit up as he lifted the lid to see a curious folded sheet of paper. It was thin with light blue lines stretched across it. Ron unfolded the page to see Harry's familiar writing on it.

"Read it Son." Arthur encouraged.

"Yes, what does the dear boy say?" Molly nodded, coming closer.

Dear Ron,

Hey mate! Greetings from America! I'm sorry that I haven't had the chance to write before, but my guard just came in with this magical mailbox this morning. Isn't it brilliant?

I don't know if you heard, but I'm not living with my aunt and uncle anymore. I got adopted. My new dad is amazing! He listens to me and he's always making sure that I'm eating and sleeping well. He doesn't even mind if I wake him up with nightmares. I have two aunts. They are very funny. I had no idea that women could love chocolate so much.

I also have grandparents and great-grandparents, but I haven't met them yet. Dad said that I would meet them soon. I got to meet my dad's friend, Elizabeth. She makes the best milkshake ever!

I'm sorry that I won't get to see you when school starts, but dad wants to keep me close. I'm going to start a new school here in the states. In fact, it's a day school so I get to spend the evenings and nights with my father. As much as I miss you and Hermione it's been brilliant having a family of my own.

Speaking of families, say "hello" for me to yours. Hope you're having a wicked summer!

Your American friend,

Harry Morgan

"I can't believe that the Headmaster just let some muggle adopt that dear boy." Molly Weasley declared angrily. She had been furious when they heard about Harry leaving England.

"He sounds very happy Dear." Arthur commented softly.

"Well of course he does!" Molly griped. "Anyone that would treat that boy halfway decently would earn Harry's loyalty! He needs to be with us! How do we even know that this muggle isn't mistreating him as well? Now we're so far away we can't even help him if he needs it!"

"This is all a moot point. The fact is, Harry has been adopted and he now lives in the colonies." Arthur pointed out. "Please Molly, let it go." Arthur didn't want to be the one to point out that they weren't the ones to rescue Harry in the first place.

"I just don't understand what would make Albus allow some stranger to take Harry away like that." Molly complained sadly.

Ron stared down at the letter in his hands. He couldn't believe that Harry wasn't going to be at Hogwarts in September. It was like his best friend had gone off and gotten a whole new life without him. With these depressing thoughts running through his mind, Ron picked up the mailbox and headed up to his room – for the first time in his life skipping lunch.

The Granger household was a hive of activity. The family was packing to go on their annual summer vacation, and their plane left that evening. Hermione was double checking that she had her school books when a large official-looking owl landed on her bed post.

"Oh! I wonder who you're from!" Hermione exclaimed as she untied the package and opened the note attached. Her eyes widened with excitement as she read the instructions concerning the mailbox.

No sooner had she finished reading than her box glowed. With anxious hands, Hermione opened the lid and pulled out the sheet of notebook paper. She smiled as she recognized her friend's messy scrawl.

Dear Hermione,

Greetings from America! I don't know if you heard or not, but I got adopted! I actually have my own family now who cares about me and takes good care of me. I always have enough to eat and new clothes along with my very own room decorated just for me!

My dad is brilliant! He always has time to listen to me and he really cares about my opinion. I also have two very funny aunts who bought me an entire cupboard (they call them closets here) full of clothes!

I do have some bad news. I'm not going to be at Hogwarts anymore. I'm going to a day school here in the States which means I get to be with my father afternoons and nights. I'll miss Hogwarts, but I think I'd miss my dad more. I'm actually happy for the first time in my life and I don't want to give any of this up.

I know you must be leaving soon on your family's annual vacation, so I'll wish you a good time and hope you'll have a chance to write me when you get back. Dad's actually talked about taking me abroad sometime this summer as well. I've never gotten to travel for fun before, so I'm very excited.

Hope to hear from you soon!

Your friend,

Harry Morgan

Hermione wiped a stray tear from her cheek. She couldn't believe that Harry wasn't going to be at Hogwarts, but she was very happy that he finally had someone to take care of him properly. She had always worried about him staying with his aunt and uncle – especially after what happened in the third task. She was very curious what caused Harry to leave their "care". Hermione glanced at the clock. She didn't have time to write a letter right then, but she would compose a long one while she was on vacation.

Elizabeth looked up and grinned when she saw her favorite teenager wheel into Kelly's with his father right behind him. Normally, Jason would sit at the counter, but Harry couldn't reach it with his chair so they sat at a table nearby.

"Well hey there handsome!" Elizabeth greeted Harry happily.

Harry's face lit up at the sight of the waitress. He had hoped she would be here. "Good morning Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth placed both hands on her hips and frowned. "Now that's just wrong. Hasn't anyone ever told you there is no such thing as a 'good morning'? It's just morning – there's never anything good about it." She finished with a wink.

Harry glanced over at his dad who was watching with an amused expression. "Actually, that used to be true but not anymore." He replied softly.

Elizabeth gave Jason a proud look before leaning forward towards Harry's ear. "Then for you it is a very good morning. I'm happy that you have good mornings now Harry."

"Thanks." Harry smiled shyly.

"Now, what can I get you two?" Elizabeth demanded saucily, standing back up.

"Dad said that you made hot chocolate?" Harry asked.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and turned her attention to the man that consumed her thoughts. "Have you been telling stories about me?"

With a smile playing at his lips, Jason shrugged. "I only mentioned that you kept a case of the stuff in the penthouse."

Elizabeth shared a secret smile at the thought of those few stolen moments where they seemed to be the only two people in the world. "Yes, I did." She replied softly.

Shaking off the memories, Elizabeth grinned back down at Harry. "So one hot chocolate with extra whipped cream?"

"Yes please." Harry nodded enthusiastically.

"A man after my own heart." Elizabeth teased. "But I'm sure that you need something else to eat with all that chocolate." She told him sternly.

Harry blushed slightly. "Could I have a cheese omelet?"

"That can definitely be done." Elizabeth agreed. "And for you? What would you like besides coffee?" She asked Jason.

"You know I don't eat breakfast." Jason cut his eyes at her. It was so easy to fall back into their old teasing.

"Yeah, but now you have to set a good example. So, what would you like?" Elizabeth asked pointedly.

Jason sighed. "Eggs will be fine."

Elizabeth winked. "I knew you'd see it my way."

Harry watched as his father's eyes followed the waitress to the kitchen. Oh yes, he definitely needed to have a talk with Aunt Emily.

The New York Magical Hospital was bustling with activity when David, Jason and Harry came out of the teleporting room.

"No offense David, but that was much better than portkeys." Jason smiled slightly.

"No arguments here. I told you I wanted out of England for a reason." David held up his hands in surrender.

Harry just laughed and shook his head.

"Let's find Healer Hartford." Jason declared as he started towards the information desk located just down the hallway.

"Actually, you've already found her." A voice said from behind them.

The two men whirled around quickly both reaching for their weapons. Their eyes landed on a petite redhead with startling blue eyes. The healer walked over to Harry and smiled.

"I'm Healer Julie Hartford, and I believe you must be Harry Morgan." The small woman introduced herself, reaching out to shake her patient's hand.

"Yes ma'am. It's a pleasure." Harry replied softly, taking the woman's offered greeting and shaking it gently.

Julie smiled. "I'm sure that the pleasure is mine Harry. Why don't you and your father come with me? We can get the tests out of the way before we talk about getting you back on your feet."

"Yes ma'am." Harry nodded.

"Just call me Julie." The young healer declared with a wink before turning and leading the trio towards an exam room.

The room was small with a bed and a few other instruments as well as a couple of chairs.

"If you'll place Harry on the bed, we'll get started." Julie instructed.

Jason lifted his son into his arms and gently lowered him onto the soft sheets. He stepped back and watched as the healer waved her wand in a complicated pattern and murmured a few Latin words. With a small "pop" a large sheet of paper appeared and writing began to quickly cover it.

Healer Hartford's expression darkened as she read the information she was receiving. Her eyes filled with fury as she turned them on the two men in the room. "I understand that you just adopted Harry?"

Jason nodded. "Yes. I discovered his abuse and decided to adopt him so I could keep him safe."

"Did he have a full examination in England?" Julie questioned.

Jason and David shared a confused look. "As far as I know," Jason replied. "I'm not magical or familiar with magical medicine so I couldn't tell you for sure, but I know that Healer Goodheart did several spells to heal him and gave him several other potions."

Healer Hartford turned to David. "You're a wizard I presume?" She asked briskly.

"Yes. Is something wrong?" David asked with concern.

"Do you know if Healer Goodheart checked for any damage to his magical core?" Julie continued without answering the guard's question.

"No, I don't have any idea. Harry wasn't breathing when we brought him in, so I don't know if it even occurred to her to do so." David was really worried now.

Julie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm showing that there has been a block placed on Harry's magic within the last few months. I don't know the exact time, but it was very recent."

David swore low and harsh. "Can you remove it?"

"Yes, but first I want to run a couple more tests and see if I can't figure out who cast this." Julie informed them.

"I'd be very interested in who is behind this." David said softly. He looked over at the Morgans, who were watching in confusion. "It is an international crime to block another wizard's magic without approval of the International Confederation of Wizards – in which case it would have only happened to a wizard who committed heinous crimes against wizard kind. Magical blocks are dangerous and if left for long enough will turn the wizard into a squib. That's a person of wizarding blood without magic. It usually takes fifty years or more, but it can happen." David explained to his employer.

Jason clenched his hands in fury and his blue eyes flashed gray steel. "I want whoever did this found and persecuted." He ordered coldly.

"Fortunately this type of magic always leaves a signature. I should know in a few minutes who it was." Julie informed them, unnerved by the muggle's arctic tones.

She once again waved her wand in an intricate pattern and chanted softly. A ghostly face began to form in front of them. David's eyes narrowed when he recognized the toad-like features of the Minister's Undersecretary.

"How the hell did she get access to Harry?" The guard demanded furiously.

"I assume you know her?" Julie asked.

"Her name is Delores Umbridge. She's the Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic in England." David informed them.

"You mean the former Undersecretary." Julie declared using a quick spell to contact the authorities.

Moments later the identification spell was repeated by the director of the International Confederation of Wizards' elite police force, Simon MacAfee. Once again, the image of Delores Umbridge appeared above Harry's head. Simon turned to his assistant, Angela Knowles and ordered the arrest and interrogation of the Undersecretary of England.

Once Knowles had left the room, Simon turned his attention to Healer Hartford. "It will take the three of us to remove this block at the least." He declared glancing at David. "Fortunately it was placed recently, but it will still be painful. I'm going to bring another couple of men in here to assist with the spell. The more power we have behind it, the faster we can remove the block and hopefully cut down on the lad's pain."

Jason's eyes narrowed. "How much pain are we talking about, and is there anything that you can give him?"

Julie sighed heavily. "I'm sorry Mr. Morgan, but potions would only interfere with removing the block. This is relatively new magic, and we aren't sure how Harry would react to even a sedative or a stunning spell. I'm afraid that there is nothing we can do."

"Then I'll hold him." Jason declared. "I'm not letting him face this alone."

Harry's eyes filled with tears at his father's words. Never had anyone protected him before. He had always had to face challenges like this alone. Even though Hermione and Ron helped, Harry was still unaccompanied when he battled Voldemort or participated in the tournament. He didn't know how to accept that he was no longer alone.

Jason picked up his son and settled himself behind the teen on the bed. Harry was in front of him and leaning back against his chest. Jason wrapped his arms around his son and looked up at the wizards. "Let's get this done." He ordered.

Julie smiled and nodded at Simon before joining the other men in pointing their wands at her young patient. David had also joined them in the spell and the purple light from five different wands connected with Harry's chest between his father's arms. Harry began to groan as the pain of the block being ripped away from his magical core filled him. Soon his groans became screams as the pain built, then the screams seemed to echo.

The spell casters' eyes widened, as the purple light of the spell moved to engulf not only Harry, but also his father. Jason's screams joined his son's as the spell worked its power. The wizards could feel their power draining faster as they fought to remove both the block on Harry and the apparent one within Jason.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the spell was finished and both Harry and Jason collapse unconscious. Despite her exhaustion, Julie hurried to her patients and checked their vitals. She turned to the anxious wizards, her eyes wide with shock.

"They are both fine, and they are both magical." Healer Hartford declared.

"How is that possible? I thought Mr. Morgan was a muggle." Simon MacAfee demanded.

David shrugged. "I have no idea. I can tell you that the first Morgan ever heard of magic was when he found Harry. He knew nothing about our world before then."

"I want to know where this block came from and who placed it. We may be looking at a generational crime." Director Macafee ordered his men.

The other agents nodded and hurried out of the room to investigate the Morgan family.

"How long will they be out?" David asked the pretty healer.

Julie smiled up at him. "They'll probably be awake in a couple of hours, but they'll be very sore for a few days. Jason will probably be worse off since his block was there for longer."

David smiled. "So, I was wondering if you had plans for this weekend."

Julie chuckled. "I didn't, but I could. What did you have in mind?"

Harry winced as he became aware of the ache deep in his bones. He groaned softly as he opened his eyes and looked around. The first person he saw wasn't his father, as he expected, but David. Confused, Harry glanced around and found his dad lying in a bed next to him. Alarmed, Harry jerked as he tried to sit up despite his own pain.

"Dad!" The young teen exclaimed in fear.

"Shh… It's okay kiddo. He's just resting like you were." David soothed as he pulled the small boy into his arms to calm him.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked, his voice still trembling with anxiety.

David chuckled uncomfortably. "Well it's a funny thing. Turns out you weren't the only wizard with a magical block."

Harry's head jerked up and he stared into his guard's eyes. "What?"

"Your father is a wizard Harry. No one knows what happened, but at some point Jason had his magical core blocked. If he had been a muggle, the spell wouldn't have had any affect on him, but when the spell attacked the block on your magical core it moved to also destroy Jason's." David explained.

Harry looked up at the older man with wide eyes. "Dad's a wizard?"

"Yes Harry, he is." David confirmed.

"He's going to be okay?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"He's just tired kiddo. He's going to be sore like you are, but he'll recover." David assured his young charge.

"Wow, Dad's a wizard." Harry whispered softly, his own exhaustion taking its toll.

"Just relax kid. I'll keep an eye on him for you." David urged softly.

Harry closed his eyes and moments later he was once again in the land of Nod.

David settled the young wizard and then sat back in his chair. He was very interested how his muggle employer suddenly proved to be a wizard, but he was beginning to think that not even Jason would be able to give them the answers they sought.

Movement in the next bed roused David from his thoughts. The elder Morgan was beginning to wake. David leaned back in his chair and gave Jason the time he needed to become aware of his surroundings. It didn't surprise the guard when the other man's eyes shot open and he was immediately alert.

"How are you feeling?" Scorpio asked softly.

"I'll be fine." Jason replied. He glanced over at his son and with a small wince Jason pulled himself out of the bed and moved to sit next to Harry. "How's he doing?"

"He woke up a few minutes ago. The kid was scared when he saw you in the next bed, but he was pretty excited when he heard that you were also a wizard."

David grinned as Jason froze and looked up at him with a shocked expression. He had a feeling that he was viewing a very rare sight.

"What did you say?" Jason whispered.

"The reason you felt so much pain when we cast the spell was because we also accidently removed a block on your own magical core. Congratulations Boss, you're a wizard." David chuckled.

Jason remained silent as he attempted to wrap his brain around the fact that he had magical powers. He knew that he needed to talk to his grandmother and see if Lila could possibly shed some light on the situation. Until then, he needed to find out what he needed to do to train with his new powers. This was his chance to be even more help to Harry when the time came to put the rabid wizard, Voldemort, down.

The young father looked at his guard. "What do I need to do?"

David crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back. "First you need a wand. Then you and I can set aside some time to get you trained up to Harry's level before we start training both Harry and you to defeat Voldemort. I know that you were planning to be with him in the final battle before you even knew about this. Now you can be of even more help to him."

Jason nodded. He looked down at his son lovingly. Jason was thankful to find out he was a wizard for no better reason than he could be there even more for his son. Harry had come to mean everything to him.

Harry was just beginning to wake up again when Healer Hartford came back into the room. She smiled when she saw the second bed was deserted and both her patients were in the same bed.

"How are you feeling Mr. Morgan?" Julie asked softly.

"I'm sore, but I'll be fine." Jason replied mechanically. "How's Harry?"

Julie grinned at the father's concern for his son rather than himself. "Both of you are going to be sore for the next few days, but you'll soon be feeling stronger – and I don't mean just physically. The way that the magical block works is it actually surrounds and constricts your magical core. Now that the block is gone, your core can expand to the proportions that it should have been all along. The pain you felt was your magical core pushing out after being imprisoned. I'd guess that you're a very powerful wizard Mr. Morgan – just like your son"

The adults' voices woke Harry from his own sleep. The teen was relieved to see his father sitting next to him on the bed.

"Dad! Are you okay?" Harry asked anxiously pushing himself into a sitting position.

Jason smiled down at his son. "I'm fine Harry." He reassured.

"Why don't I finish with my examination and then the three of you can be on your way?" Julie suggested.

Both Morgans gave sighs of relief. A few minutes later the trio left the hospital with pain relieving potions and a new set of Harry's nutrient and spinal cord repair potions. They managed to slip out of General Hospital without running into anyone.

Monica Quartermaine had been very busy since she arrived that morning. She had just completed her second surgery that morning and it wasn't even lunch time yet. As the cardiologist rounded the main desk, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Dr. Quartermaine!"

Monica turned and then moaned under her breath when she saw the Port Charles gossip, Amy Vining, heading in her direction. Pasting a false smile on her face, Monica waited for the other blonde to catch up with her.

"I just wanted to say congratulations!" Amy exclaimed excitedly.

Monica raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"On your new grandson!" Amy gushed. "I couldn't believe it when I heard Jason had a new son. And then that scene in Kelly's! I mean what kind of woman has a problem with changing diapers? Apparently Jason just escaped a big mistake there! Thank goodness Courtney revealed those particular stripes huh?"

Monica's smile slipped a bit, but she recovered quickly. "Yes, well that was lucky." She murmured. "If you'll excuse me Amy, I have somewhere I need to be."

"Oh sure Dr. Quartermaine. Congratulations again!" Amy grinned.

"Thank you." Monica smiled faintly before hurrying to her office.

Once she escaped into her private sanctuary, she ran a shaking hand through her hair. Jason had a son! She was a grandmother again, and he didn't even tell her. A single tear worked down her cheek. Monica sat down at her desk and stared at the picture that she had of her son. She had believed that they had a much closer relationship now. She thought Jason would inform her about something like this.

"Oh Jason, why didn't you tell me?" Monica whispered brokenly to his picture.

In a small hamlet outside of London, a dark figure silently entered the house of Undersecretary Delores Umbridge. The woman was just finishing a solitary dinner when the imperious curse struck her.

A compelling voice instructed her to sit down at her desk and write a short suicide note. Once she was finished, that same voice ordered her to pick up her wand and point it at her chest. A single Avada Kadavra later and the International Confederation of Wizards lost their lead suspect in a possible conspiracy to a heinous crime.

TBC…