A/N: Thanks to all of you who have been reviewing. I enjoy reading each and every one of them even if I don't always have time to reply. This will be the last chapter posted until the weekend because I'll be out of town for the holidays. So everyone have a very Merry Christmas and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 9 Meeting the Quartermaines
The sun was just peaking up over the water of the harbor. Out on the balcony of the penthouse, Jason stood in the early morning glow and sipped his cup of coffee. The warm summer wind that carried a hint of salt from the ocean caressed his bare chest like a intimate lover and brushed through his hair in a familiar soothing stroke. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of sleeping pants, the new father was quite comfortable on the cool summer morning.
Jason was oblivious to all of this as conversations from the day before consumed his thoughts. He had thought it a long shot that Lila would know anything about his magical heritage, although looking back he should have known.
Jason raised his blue eyes to meet his grandmother's. "Have you ever heard of a place called Hogwarts?"
"Oh my!" Lila exclaimed.
Jason's eyes widened. "So you have heard of it?"
"Yes my dear boy. You see, my grandfather was once a very prominent wizard. He was actually an alchemist and was close friends with another wizard named Nicolas Flamel. They were working together for a way to convert common soft metals into stronger ones. Quite by accident they happened upon a combination that would not only change lead into gold, but also if added to a potion, the drinker would never die.
Nicolas, who was late in his life, had an extreme fear of death. He sought to make the stone so that he and his wife could avoid their demise. My grandfather, Charles Morgan, protested. He was fearful that the formula would fall into the wrong hands and be used for evil purposes. He was also concerned about the impact of converting lead to gold on the economy.
The two wizards argued, and Charles threatened to destroy the notes. Nicolas, who had been refining their work, had also discovered that if the potion was changed, the drinker would have their magic blocked thus turning them into what is called a squib. Nicolas was furious when Charles did indeed burn all of the notes on the immortality stone and to retaliate, he broke into my grandfather's home one night and cast a spell to control him before forcing Charles to drink the potion removing his magic. Then he wiped out his memory of the incident and left my grandfather as a squib and no memory of how he became one."
"So how do you know this story if Charles had no memory?" Jason asked in confusion.
"You have to remember dear, this was actually hundreds of years ago. Charles was married to a woman named Rose, who witnessed the entire event. Unfortunately, in those days a woman had no rights and couldn't bear witness against such a prominent wizard as Nicolas Flamel.
As a squib, Charles Morgan lost all money and properties within the wizarding world. You see, squibs are not even considered citizens by most wizards and this was especially true back then. So with the small bag of coins they had and everything they could take from their home, Charles and Rose fled into the muggle world."
"Rose was still magical?" Jason asked.
"Yes dear. It was Rose that managed to set them up a comfortable home outside of London Proper. Charles began to invest the gold coins that wizards used for money. You see, he wasn't only prominent for his power, but he was also a very wily investor. Within a year, the Morgans were living quite comfortably.
Then an opportunity opened up to invest in the expansion into America. Charles Morgan liked the idea of getting even farther away from his former friends who had deserted him. That was how the Morgan family came to live in New York."
"So he lived a long time?" Jason assumed.
"Oh yes, even though he couldn't perform spells, Charles was still a wizard in his blood and that meant a very long life. Charles was a very young man in his early twenties when Nicolas attacked him. It was when Rose gave birth to their first child that they discovered the cruelty of the Flamel potion. The magic was bound in every child born to the couple and every child after that." Lila explained. "Of course there was one part of magic that was within the Morgan blood itself and the core only strengthens."
"What magic is that?" Jason asked.
"Elemental magic." Lila grinned. "Every Morgan is born with an affinity for at least one element. After all, didn't you ever wonder about the inordinate amount of time I spend in my gardens?"
"Earth?" Jason guessed.
"Very good." Lila winked. "Despite your accident, your element remained the same, Dear."
Jason looked at her in confusion. "What's my element?"
"Where are you the most content when you are home?" Lila answered with a question of her own.
Jason thought about it for a moment. "My balcony."
"The wind." Lila agreed with a fond smile. "As Jason Quartermaine, your passion was sailing. You used to say that it felt as if the wind was telling you where to go. Now as Jason Morgan, your motorcycle always speeds around here, and I believe that I've seen you often without a helmet."
"I like to feel the wind when I ride." Jason agreed.
"So you, my dear grandson are a wind elemental." Lila declared with utmost satisfaction.
Jason looked at his grandmother curiously. "How old are you?"
"Now that's a question you never ask a lady, but I'll answer just this once." Lila smirked. "I'm actually 156 years old. I changed my birth certificate when I married your grandfather. The Morgans have always had the money to cover their tracks when needed."
Lila's face turned serious. "Now I have a question for you. How did you know about Hogwarts and magic?"
Jason stared down at his hands and took a deep breath before explaining who Harry really was and what had happened at the New York Hospital.
"Jason, you can do magic?" Lila asked excitedly when he finished.
Jason smiled slightly and pulled out his wand before floating a small vase sitting on the mantle. It was the first spell David had taught him. Lila laughed and clapped with glee. "The curse is broken! Oh Jason dear, I'm truly looking forward to meeting young Harry."
"Is there a chance you could have your block removed?" Jason asked, putting his wand away.
Lila shook her head negatively."No dear, I'm just too old for them to remove my block. The only other person who might qualify is your brother AJ."
Jason grimaced at the thought of the drunkard with a wand.
Lila smiled when she saw her grandson's expression. "I'm afraid that AJ would not benefit having his magic restored at this time. The poor boy isn't dealing well with his divorce. I forgot to tell you how sorry I am that your relationship ended so harshly Jason."
Jason grimaced. "I wouldn't marry anyone who didn't love Harry. I just wish Harry hadn't been there to hear what she said about him. It really upset him."
Lila reached out and took her grandson's hand. "There is a young woman out there that will love both you and Harry very much." She assured him.
"Thank you Grandmother." Jason smiled softly. "Right now, Harry is my priority."
"As he should be," Lila agreed. "As he should be."
Jason was pulled out of his memories by Harry's voice through the intercom. He smiled and came back inside. As much satisfaction as the wind might bring, it was still the thought of his son that brought Jason the most happiness in his life.
Jason finished helping Harry into his clothes and left his son to do what he could with his unruly hair. Jason ran a hand through his own damp locks and thought back to the night before. Dinner had been a surprise. When Elizabeth had shown up, instead of screaming insults Carly had welcomed her like an old friend. It had taken Jason half an hour before he stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop.
After that the evening had been enjoyable. Harry had gotten along well with Elizabeth, and Jason could already tell that Elizabeth was quite taken with his new son. He closed his eyes for a moment and remembered his favorite part of the evening. The others had gone into the kitchen to watch Sonny set fire to the bananas foster while Jason and Elizabeth had remained in the dining room waiting for them. It had given the couple a chance to talk.
"Harry's great Jason." Elizabeth stated softly.
"Yeah. I can't believe how much he means to me already." Jason replied with a small smile. He turned his eyes to meet those midnight blue orbs. "How have you been?"
Elizabeth shrugged. "Alright I guess." She took a deep breath and stared intensely at him. "I miss my more-than-friend." She declared courageously.
"So do I." Jason replied gently. "I'm sorry Elizabeth. I should have told you about Sonny, and I really should have kept in touch instead of avoiding you. I didn't want to go against Sonny, but I never thought that I couldn't trust you. I did everything wrong. Then when you were gone, I tried to fill up the emptiness with Courtney. I didn't realize how big of a mistake she was until I brought Harry home. I had no idea she was that cruel and heartless."
Elizabeth stared back at him in silence for a moment. "I made a lot of mistakes too. I walked away when I should have stayed and fought it out with you. I didn't even give you a chance to talk to me when you tried to at Kelly's. You're my best friend Jason you should always be able to forgive your best friend. I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize that."
"So we're friends again?" Jason asked softly.
Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "I'd like that, but what if I wanted more?"
Jason sighed and looked down. "I think we should take it slowly. I don't want Harry hurt again."
"I understand. We'll go slow." Elizabeth agreed.
Jason smirked slightly as he reached out and brushed her hair away from her face. "Maybe not too slow."
Elizabeth chuckled and it sent shivers down Jason's spine. "No, not too slow."
"This baby is yanking on the umbilical cord. Let's eat." Carly declared from the doorway.
Harry's eyes lit up when he saw the happy expression on his father's face. Something had obviously happened. Maybe his father won't be lonely without Courtney now.
Jason smiled as he reminisced. Elizabeth had to work today, but they were planning to have dinner as a family. Harry was very excited about spending some time with Elizabeth. The two had hit it off immediately. Elizabeth had a way of making Harry feel comfortable with her. Jason could understand that, she had the same ability with him.
"Harry? Are you ready?" Jason called through his son's door.
"Yeah, coming Dad!" Harry replied.
Jason grinned down at his son as Harry came wheeling out of his room. As happy as Jason was to be spending more time with Elizabeth, it was still secondary to his joy of being Harry's father. He had forgotten how fulfilling it was to take care of and bring happiness to the life of a son. Harry completed something in him that he didn't know was missing.
Jason leaned forward and ruffled Harry's hair.
"Dad! I just got it fixed." Harry complained, trying to flatten his unruly locks back down.
"It looks better like this." Jason smirked.
Harry shot him an exasperated look. "Uh-huh. You just keep thinking that."
Jason chuckled and looked up as there was a knock on the door and David stuck his head in.
"Everybody ready to go?" The burly guard asked.
"Yeah." Jason replied as he grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his back pocket. "Grandmother is expecting us in about twenty minutes."
Harry fought his nervousness as they made their way down to the garage. Jason had been very busy making sure that everything was perfect. A black bulletproof SUV with handicapped rigging sat next to the door. The vehicle had a lift that would raise Harry's wheelchair into place in the car and Harry never had to get out of the chair during the trip.
Jason climbed into the passenger seat while David drove. In twenty minutes they were pulling in front of the Quartermaine mansion. Jason pushed the button that would lower Harry back down to the ground. Jason noticed his son's pale features and squatted next to the chair.
"It's going to be fine Harry. My mother and grandmother are going to love you. Besides, Emily will be here as well." Jason reassured him.
Harry nodded and took a deep breath before attempting to smile. He had never known any of his grandparents before, and he wasn't sure what to expect. Before he knew it they were standing in front of the massive double doors of the mansion. Jason rang the doorbell and waited with his hand on Harry's shoulder for comfort.
It seemed like only seconds to Harry before the door opened and a man dressed like a casual butler was standing there.
"Hi Jason." Reginald greeted his boss' grandson. "Come on in. They're in the parlor."
Jason just nodded and after a reassuring squeeze on Harry's shoulder, he led the way into the house. David remained outside to keep an eye out.
Harry thought it was a good thing that his head was attached so well to his shoulders or else it might have come completely off the way he was twisting it this way and that in a vain effort to see everything at once. Opulent was the best word that Harry could think of to describe the mansion. There was a grand staircase that rose from the marble entranceway and curved elegantly up the side next to the door. An enormous chandelier brightly lit the area and showed off the moldings and décor on the walls and ceiling. It was something like how he pictured Malfoy Manor would probably be.
The small group turned into an open doorway to the right and Harry wheeled down the slight ramp into the parlor. He couldn't help but notice that this room was larger than the Dursley's entire house!
On a couch sitting sideways to the door was his Aunt Emily and an older blond woman that must be his new grandmother. They were speaking to an even older woman sitting in a wheelchair much more sedate than his own. All three turned when Reginald cleared his throat and formally announced them.
"Harry! How's my handsome nephew?" Emily exclaimed jumping up from the couch and hurrying over to them to hug Harry.
Harry grinned at her exuberance and calmed down a bit at her familiarity. He returned her hug and his eyes danced with happiness as she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm fine Aunt Emily. How are you?"
"Just peachy." Emily winked. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "How did it go last night?"
If possible, Harry's grin was even bigger. "Brilliant. They made up." He whispered back.
Emily's eyes widened in surprise. "You're kidding! I didn't expect them to do that already! I figured they would dance around the issue for a few weeks."
Harry shook his head. "Nope, I was a bit startled myself, but I'm very happy for them. Elizabeth is coming over tonight and we're having dinner and watching a movie on the telly."
"Wow! Now I'm definitely going to be swinging by Kelly's later." Emily declared.
"Tell her I said hello." Harry replied.
"Are you two finished?" Jason asked, interrupting the whispering; although he had a pretty good idea what the subject was. He wasn't completely oblivious to his son's machinations. It was Harry's obvious encouragement that had given him the courage to declare his desire for a relationship with Elizabeth so quickly.
Emily stood up straight and stuck her tongue out. "I was catching up with Harry."
"You saw him yesterday afternoon." Jason pointed out.
"And look how much has changed since then." Emily replied sassily. She turned her attention back to the teen. "Come on Hare-Bear, let me introduce you to the rest of the family."
Monica, who had been watching the exchange hungrily, finally got a good look at her new grandson as Emily stepped out of the way. Her heart broke at the sight of him. He was obviously undersized for his age, and he was practically emaciated. He was pale and sickly-looking, but his eyes were the most startling feature. They almost seemed to glow, and Monica could see that they were a bit wary as they studied her in turn. Monica couldn't imagine anyone hurting this beautiful child. And with those big green eyes and carefree locks, he was almost too good looking to be a boy.
"Mom, I'd like to introduce you and Grandmother to your new grandson, Harry Morgan. Congrats, it's a boy!" Emily declared with a flare.
Monica ignored Emily's antics and smiled gently at the teen. "Hello Harry, it's very nice to meet you." She greeted him as she slowly stood and then bent to wrap her arms around the small teen.
"Hello Grandmum." Harry replied softly as he returned the hug. He couldn't wrap his brain around the idea that he now had a grandmother. He was hugging his grandmother.
Monica straightened back up and stepped out of the way to allow Lila to move her chair closer to Harry's.
"Oh my dear boy it's so very nice to meet you." The Quartermaine Matriarch declared in her cultured tone.
Harry smiled shyly. "It's a pleasure." He replied softly. Harry couldn't help but be in slight awe of the sophisticated lady next to him. The teen had never met anyone like her in his life.
Lila's eyes danced with happiness as she smiled at her young great-grandson. It broke the older woman's heart to think that anyone would be so cruel to this obviously gentle soul. "Now Harry dear, you must tell me where you acquired such a wonderful chair. I find myself quite envious."
Harry blushed and grinned at his new great-grandmother. His father had told him how wonderful Lila Quartermaine was, and he was beginning to think that the stories didn't do her justice. "David got it for me." He informed her.
"Who is David dear?" Lila asked.
"David is Harry's guard." Jason explained.
"Well he sounds wonderful." Lila replied calmly. She wasn't blind to the lifestyle that her grandson lived, but she wasn't going to judge him for it. Jason was obviously happy and she was sure he was taking very good care of his new son. Besides, from what Jason had said, Harry had his own enemies.
"He's really nice." Harry agreed. "I could ask him about one for you if you like." He offered shyly.
"Thank you dear. I think I would." Lila chuckled as she pictured everyone's reaction to her in a flashy wheelchair. Edward's face alone would be well worth it.
Harry smiled. He was so glad that his new family seemed to like him.
"What is that criminal doing here?" An angry voice demanded from the doorway.
Everyone looked up to see Edward Quartermaine standing in the doorway with a furious expression.
"Edward, what are you doing home?" Lila asked with a cool tone. She was internally cursing the interruption to such an important day.
"I had forgotten my planner." Edward stated curtly not happy with his wife questioning him.
"Reginald, please fetch Edward's planner." Lila requested, her eyes never leaving her husband.
"I don't care about the blasted planner right now. I want to know why this brain dead thug is in my home." Edward shouted as he came down the steps and towards Jason.
"My dad isn't a brain dead thug!" A voice declared angrily.
Everyone stopped and turned to see Harry glaring at his great-grandfather.
"Who do you think you are?" Edward continued shouting, only turning and advancing on the boy in the wheelchair.
Harry's eyes widened in fright and he automatically moved his chair back from the older man. He bumped into the table behind him and the sound of shattering glass filled the air as a crystal lamp and a vase fell to the floor.
Harry's heart filled with dread as he glanced back to see the expensive objects in pieces on the floor.
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" Edward screamed at the shaking boy.
Jason moved quickly to get to Harry, who was trying to cower and cover his head from the expected blows.
"Harry, it's okay. No one is going to hurt you." Jason soothed calmly, ignoring the old man watching the scene.
Lila had tears in her eyes as she watched her grandson try to calm the terrified boy. Her furious eyes turned to her husband who was watching with a very surprised expression.
"Edward, leave." She ordered.
Edward turned to meet her eyes. "He actually thinks I would strike him?" The man asked brokenly.
"He has been hurt before. I think it would be best to give him some space." Lila replied gently when she saw her love's devastation.
"Please tell him I would never hurt him. I might shout, but I would never hurt a child." Edward whispered softly before leaving the room.
"Harry, I need you to take deep breaths." Jason urged softly as he rubbed Harry's back. "They are just things. No one is angry at you. Just breathe."
Harry's trembling slowed and finally stopped. He tentatively met his father's gaze. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Jason disagreed. "You were only defending me. Edward was out of line."
"Listen to your father, dear boy." Lila declared softly. "Edward is very sorry that he frightened you. He has a rather bad temper and likes to yell, but he would never hurt anyone."
Monica, who had remained silent, stepped forward. "Lila's right. Edward, for all his blustering, is harmless." She smiled and winked. "I should know."
"Yeah, that's just Grandfather's way. It's not a good way, but it's his." Emily grinned.
Harry sniffled and nodded. "I'm sorry to be so much trouble."
"Why not at all my dear boy!" Lila protested. "If anyone has been trouble it was that rascal I call my husband! Now chin up and we'll have our brunch. I have a special treat for you Harry dear. We're having tea."
Harry's face dropped. "Is it iced tea?" He asked hesitantly.
"Of course not! It's a proper Earl Grey my dear." Lila declared.
Harry's eyes lit up. "I would love some tea then Great-Grandmum."
Jason shot his grandmother a grateful look. Once again Lila had worked her magic.
The rest of the visit was very pleasant and the family members were laughing as Emily told the story of Harry's first shopping trip when AJ came into the room. Jason took one look and knew that his brother was drunk.
"I think it's time to go." Jason declared standing and kissing Lila's cheek. "Thank you for having us."
"It's always nice to see you my dear." Lila smiled in understanding. She turned to Harry. "I was very happy to meet you sweet boy. You must come and visit again. Hopefully it will be less stressful. Maybe I'll have a different wheelchair myself." Lila said with a wink.
Harry smiled at his great-grandmother. "It was a pleasure, Great-Grandmum. Thank you for the tea."
"You may come anytime for another cup." Lila grinned.
Harry nodded and turned to Monica. "It was nice to meet you as well Grandmum."
Monica stood and gave her grandson a hug. "Take good care of yourself and your father, Harry. I'll see you again soon."
"Well Hare-Bear, go off and cause a ruckus." Emily winked as she kissed the top of his head before whispering in his ear. "Call me and let me know how tonight goes."
"I will, don't worry." Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Jason just smiled and shook his head at the two's antics. He couldn't have hoped for a better relationship between Harry and his aunt. Jason was very grateful to Emily for making his son feel so welcome.
"Oh don't leave on my account." AJ sneered as he glared at Jason.
Then the older Quartermaine grandson glanced over at Harry. "What's this Jason? Did you steal another son?"
Harry looked at his uncle nervously. Jason placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Come on Harry, let's go." He instructed.
Harry nodded and moved his wheelchair towards the doorway.
"You didn't answer my question!" AJ protested angrily as he staggered slightly. "Who's son did you steal this time?" He looked down at Harry. "You don't have to stay with him, you know. We can return you to your family."
Harry's eyes widened in fear.
"Keep going Harry." Jason said softly.
"AJ, stop it. Leave Harry alone." Emily scolded. She moved to block AJ from her nephew. "Go on Hare-Bear. I'll see you later."
Harry nodded quickly and finally slipped by his uncle.
"Where's his parents Jason?" AJ growled, grabbing Jason's arm.
"Dead." Jason replied coldly before pulling his arm free and leaving the mansion.
AJ stood there in shock. "What?"
Lila shook her head. "Oh AJ." She murmured sorrowfully. "Jason didn't steal Harry, he rescued him. Harry's parents were killed when he was a baby. His aunt and uncle abused him and Jason happened to be there in time to rescue him."
"How do you know that his uncle and aunt were abusing him? Maybe Jason just took him." AJ countered.
"Harry's uncle put him in the wheelchair." Emily stated coldly before turning to her mother and grandmother. "I'm going to see Nikolas. I'll see you at dinner." She hugged the two women goodbye and walked out, ignoring her brother.
AJ looked at his mother. "I didn't know."
"No AJ, you didn't. Which is why you shouldn't have said anything – especially in front of Harry. Why don't you go take a nap and sleep off the alcohol?" Monica suggested wearily.
AJ winced and nodded before leaving the room.
"Will he ever learn?" Monica shook her head.
"We can only hope my dear." Lila replied sadly.
Jason decided that Harry needed to get some fresh air after the scene at the Quartermaines, so he and David took the teen to the park. They took their time meandering along the paths lined with flowering bushes and fruit trees. Harry smiled as he took a deep breath and let the stresses of earlier fade away. Before, he would have worried the situation until he was all worked up and convinced that he had somehow been in the wrong. Life with his father was changing that particular trait. Now Harry had someone who would help him step away from the situation and just relax.
The sound of Harry's stomach growling broke the stillness. Harry blushed as Jason and David both grinned at him.
"What would you like for lunch?" Jason asked, knowing the answer already.
"Kelly's?" Harry suggested.
"Of course." Jason chuckled as he turned and led the way back to the car.
Kelly's was busy when Jason, David and Harry arrived for lunch. David had become more than a bodyguard to the Morgan men. He was a trusted confidant, friend and teacher. The males sat around a small table near the counter and waited for Elizabeth to come take their orders.
Just then, the door opened and the Port Charles Police Commissioner came into the diner with his family.
"This is the place where most Port Charles natives come to eat." Mac was explaining to the older couple and their teenage daughter. Maxie and Georgie were trailing behind rolling their eyes. Neither girl had been overly impressed with their bookworm cousin. Since she had arrived, all the girl ever did was write letters that they weren't allowed to read, and study boring books about chemistry and astronomy.
Hermione sighed. Normally she enjoyed these trips with her parents, but instead of spending time together, her parents had been busy visiting with her Uncle Mac and her cousins Maxie, Georgie and Robin. Frankly, Hermione found all of them dead boring.
She glanced around the small local eatery as her family claimed a table. Then she forgot to breathe. Sitting across the room at a table with two other men was a boy that looked just like Harry. When he looked up and his eyes widened upon seeing her, Hermione knew she was looking at her best friend.
"HARRY!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly as she hurried to him and threw herself into his arms.
"Hermione!" Harry laughed as he wrapped his arms around his best friend and held her tight. "What are you doing here?" He asked pulling back so he could see her face.
"My parents and I are visiting family here. Harry, is Port Charles where you live now?" The brunette asked as she stood back up. It was then that she got a good look at him.
"Oh Harry! What happened?" Hermione gasped, tears filling her eyes.
"Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia." Harry replied softly.
"Oh no! I knew that they were mean to you, but I never imagined. I'm so sorry Harry, if I had known I would have done something…" Hermione cried, wrapping her arms around the other boy once again.
Harry patted her back soothingly. "It's not your fault Hermione. You couldn't have known. I'm going to be fine. This is only temporary."
Hermione sniffled and stood up once more. "I'm so glad you're safe now."
Harry's eyes lit up. "I am, and I have a new dad who takes really good care of me." He motioned towards Jason. "Hermione, I'd like you to meet my dad, Jason Morgan. Dad, this is my best friend in the world, Hermione Granger."
Jason smiled. "It's nice to meet you Hermione. I've heard a lot about you."
"It's a pleasure Mr. Morgan." Hermione replied confidently.
"Please call me Jason." The blond man invited.
"Thank you so much for saving Harry. I don't know what I would have done if…" Hermione broke off as a sob choked her.
Harry squeezed her hand. "I'm okay 'Mione."
Hermione sniffled and nodded before finally turning her attention to the other man at the table. Her eyes widened in shock. "Uncle David?"
David grinned and winked at his niece. "Hello Hermione."
"You know Harry?" Hermione asked.
"David is my bodyguard." Harry supplied. "He's also a good friend. He wanted to leave England so he came with us."
Hermione grinned and hugged her uncle. "It's so good to see you! Maybe we can visit soon?"
"Count on it lass. You can tell me your side of the adventures you've had with Harry here." David chuckled.
Hermione nodded. "Absolutely, and you can do the same."
"Hermione?" A soft voice called out before pausing. "David?"
"Hello Janie girl." David grinned
"David! We had no idea you had left England!" Jane Granger exclaimed, hugging her older brother.
"I came across the pond with Harry here." David informed her.
"Mum, this is my friend Harry Potter – er Morgan now – from school." Hermione introduced.
"Oh, we've heard so much about you!" Jane smiled, shaking the other teen's hand. "Although Hermione failed to mention that you were handicapped."
Harry blushed and shook the older version of his best friend's hand. "Actually, this just happened at the beginning of summer and isn't permanent."
"Oh my. Well that's good to hear. Are you and David visiting here long?" Jane asked Harry.
"Actually Janie, Harry has been adopted. He lives here in Port Charles now with his father." David explained. "Jane, this is Harry's new father, Jason Morgan. Jason this is my sister Jane Granger."
Jason stood and shook the other woman's hand with a smile. "It's nice to meet you. I know that Harry is excited to see Hermione again."
Jane smiled. "The pleasure is mine. Tell me, are you magical as well?" She asked softly so no one could hear.
"Yes." Jason admitted quietly.
Jane smiled. "Perhaps sometime we could all sit down and talk about what it's like to raise magical children. I have a few questions."
Jason shrugged. "I haven't been raising one for long, but I don't mind meeting with you and your husband. It would give the kids time to visit."
"Jane? What are you doing over here?" Mac asked. He frowned when he noticed Jason and David. "Jane you shouldn't be associating with Jason Morgan."
Jane looked at her brother in shock. "Why ever not? His son, Harry, goes to school with Hermione. They've been best friends since they were eleven."
"Since when do you have a son?" Mac questioned the younger man.
"Dad adopted me." Harry declared, feeling more confident with Hermione beside him. He turned to look at the other teen. "Give me your number and I'll call you. Have you heard from Ron?"
"Not since the beginning of break. He was complaining of boredom. I told him he wouldn't be so bored if he did his homework." Hermione smiled, pulling out a pad and pen from her small purse. "Call me any time after 8:00." She instructed, handing Harry her number.
"I will." Harry agreed, and then grunted when he found his arms full of teenage girl again.
"I'm so happy to see you, and I'm glad you're okay Harry." Hermione declared as she kissed his cheek.
"I'm excited that you're here." Harry grinned.
"I'll let you get back to your lunch." Hermione winked and the headed over to the rest of her family.
Jane smiled at the teens and looked up at her older brother. "I'll be in touch David. It's so good to see you, and it was very nice to meet you too Harry, Mr. Morgan."
"Call me Jason." Jason replied.
"And I'm Jane." Jane nodded. She looked at her baby brother. "Come on Mac, let these people eat." She ordered, grabbing his arm and dragging him away.
Harry chuckled. "Now I know where 'Mione gets it."
TBC…