A/N: I had several reviews criticizing how long it took for an update. For those wondering why, I was busy having a baby. Barring any other life changing events, I should continue regularly from now on. ;)

Chapter 14 Watching the Sunset

"That was wicked!" Harry exclaimed as he tore off the motorcycle helmet he had been wearing.

Jason grinned. "I'm glad you liked it."

"It was almost as good as flying!" Harry gushed. "Thanks Dad."

Jason was glad he had finally learned enough magic that he could take his son on his bike. A shrinking charm for the wheelchair and a sticking charm to keep Harry in the seat was all it took to give Harry that excited sparkle in his eyes.

Harry looked around curiously. Instead of going back to the penthouse, Jason had turned towards the docks and parked in a deserted alley near the water. A moment later, Harry's wheelchair was full sized and he was comfortably seated in it.

"I thought you might like to have an ice cream and watch the sunset." Jason suggested.

Harry's face lit up again in happiness and he nodded enthusiastically. "That would be great."

Jason chuckled and led the way to the small ice cream stand where he bought both himself and Harry a cone and a bottle of water. Then he and Harry headed to a deserted bench and sat down to enjoy their treat.

Jason had just begun eating his frozen dessert when he looked over to see Harry glancing at the bench longingly. Interpreting his son's expression correctly, Jason smiled.

"I think you're too far away over there. Why don't you hold my cone and I'll settle you on the bench next to me?" Jason suggested.

Harry's grin was all the answer that the young father needed. A moment later, his small body was snuggled against the older man and Jason's arm was draped around his shoulders as they ate their ice cream and watched the colors in the sky change to pinks and oranges.

"The sunset is beautiful, but I like the sunrise better." Harry commented softly.

"The sunrise is always more striking off the East Coast, but on the West Coast, the sunset is amazing." Jason replied.

"Have you ever been to the West Coast?" Harry asked, finishing off his cone and taking a drink of his water.

"Yeah, I took a cross country trip a few years ago." Jason nodded.

Neither of the two Morgans noticed the tall black man move into the shadows of the dock and listen to their conversation.

"I was thinking. How would you feel about going on a road trip once your back is healed?" Jason asked.

Harry's eyes lit up. "That would be brilliant! Where would we go?"

"I was thinking that we would go south first, along the coast and into the Carolinas. The mountains there are beautiful – all lush and green. Then I want to show you the Gulf of Mexico. The beaches are so white that pictures of them look like snow." Jason described.

Harry's eyes widened excitedly. "Really?"

Jason grinned and nodded. "Really."

"Then where would we go?" Harry asked, settling even deeper into his father's arms.

Jason settled his chin on top of his son's mop of unruly black hair and stared off into the distance. "I'd take you northwest into Colorado and show you the Rocky Mountains. They're bigger than the Appalachians. There are some that never lose their snow, even in the summer."

"Wow!" Harry breathed.

"Then we'd go farther west and see the Redwood trees in Northern California."

Harry scrunched up his nose. "Trees? What's so special about trees?"

Jason chuckled. "You've never seen trees as big as these. You could walk as far as 95 feet and just barely walk around it. Some of them are over 300 feet high."

Seeing Harry's confused expression, Jason grinned. "That would be around 92 meters for you."

Harry's eyes widened in shock, "Blimey." He breathed.

"Exactly," Jason agreed. "From there, I was thinking that we'd go look at Crater Lake before we head due north, up the coastline to see Mt. Saint Helens and Mt. Rainier. Those are a couple of active volcanoes. That means they have erupted within the last 2,000 years. In fact, Mt. Saint Helens erupted in the 80's."

"It would be so wicked to see a real volcano." Harry exclaimed excitedly before suddenly sobering. He turned his emerald eyes up to look at his father. "Do you think I'll actually get better? What if I never walk again?"

Jason sighed and ran a hand over his son's hair as he stared into those sensitive orbs. "The doctors all think that you're going to be just fine. We have to trust they know what they're talking about. But if something goes wrong, and you never walk again I promise we will still take our trip. I'm not going to love you any less just because you can't walk across the room. I promise you Harry. I will always love you."

Harry smiled and burrowed his head into his father's broad chest. "I love you too, Dad."

"Why if it isn't two of the most handsome men in Port Charles!" A familiar voice declared.

The Morgans turned to see Elizabeth coming towards them. She kissed Harry's cheek before giving Jason a searing kiss on the lips. Then she settled on the bench and snuggled under Jason's free arm. "What are you two up to this evening?"

"Dad took me for a ride on his bike. It was amazing!" Harry declared happily.

"I know. I love that bike." Elizabeth agreed dreamily.

"Sometimes I wonder if you only love me for my bike." Jason grumbled.

"Oh no!" Elizabeth's eyes were wide with mock innocence. "I also think you have a cute ass."

Harry giggled wildly while Jason glared at his girlfriend. "Stop talking about my ass in front of my son." His words were tempered by the twinkling in his blue eyes.

"Yes! Please!" Harry laughed.

Elizabeth shrugged. "Sorry, I just can't help myself sometimes."

Jason shook his head at her antics.

"Hey Dad, could Elizabeth come with us?" Harry asked.

"Come with you where?" Elizabeth was curious.

Jason shrugged. "I was telling Harry that I would like to take him on a road trip across the country."

"Yeah! We'd see the Appalachians and the white beaches on the Gulf of Mexico…"

"Oh, are you going to take him to Disney World?" Elizabeth questioned.

Harry's face took on a confused expression. "What's Disney World?"

Jason and Elizabeth stared at the young teen in shock for a moment before sharing a look.

"Disney World is only the most magical place on earth!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"Really? " Harry was disbelieving.

"Okay, maybe not in the way that you're thinking; but it is magical in other ways." Elizabeth admitted.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, settling more comfortably against his father.

Elizabeth's eyes took on a faraway look. "It's a place where a 60 year old man could giggle like a little kid and no one would think anything of it. Good always defeats evil; the princess is always beautiful and kind while the prince is brave and chivalrous. Sure, there are rides and shows and other attractions to see, but it's the whole attitude of the place that makes it so special. While you're at Disney, the outside world ceases to exist, and for a short time everything seems perfect."

Harry sighed. "It sounds lovely."

Jason leaned down and gently kissed his son's head. "We'll make sure we go to Disney."

Harry smiled his thanks.

"You will come with us, won't you Elizabeth?" Harry requested.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything." Elizabeth promised.

Harry's grin turned wicked. "That means you'll need to get your license since we're going on Dad's bike."

Elizabeth looked at the teen in surprise for a moment before taking on a look of satisfaction. "You know what Harry? You're right. In fact, I think that Jason can start giving me lessons the next time we ride."

"You're just saying that because you want to steer." Jason groaned.

"How else can I learn?" Elizabeth asked innocently.

"Fine." Jason grumbled.

Harry and Elizabeth shared a satisfied look.

Jason rolled his eyes and took the moment of silence as an opportunity to change the subject.

"Do you have plans with Hermione tomorrow since she'll be through with her grounding?" He asked.

Harry shrugged. "I know we're getting together, but I'm not sure what she wants to do. I know she was really disappointed to have missed her first Independence Day in America."

"I think that was the point." Jason chuckled. "It wouldn't have been much of a punishment if she hadn't missed something important to her."

"Yeah, I know, but I still missed her."

Jason's arm tightened around his son for a moment in a slight hug. "What about Ron? Have you written to him lately?"

Harry sighed. "Not overly." He admitted. "He and the rest of the Weasleys were sort of offended that I allowed a strange muggle to adopt me instead of insisting on them."

Jason sobered immediately. "How do you feel about that? Would you rather they adopt you?" His heart skipped a beat as he waited for the teen to answer.

"No," Harry shook his head. "The Weasleys are nice, don't get me wrong; but I like having my own family. When I was with the Dursleys they never let me forget that I was intruding on their family. The Weasleys might be kinder, but I would still feel like an outsider. I couldn't see myself going to Mr. or Mrs. Weasley with a problem, or even sitting like we are now just talking. No, this way I get my own family."

Jason breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you feel that way because I love you too much to easily give you up."

"I don't want to be anywhere but here with you." Harry reassured his father.

Elizabeth smiled as she leaned into her boyfriend and listened as he and his son picked up their previous thread of conversation regarding their cross-country road trip. As Jason described the vastness of the Grand Canyon, Elizabeth couldn't help but feel that she too had finally found her place.

Marcus Taggart sighed and moved away from the picturesque setting he had been observing. When he first heard about Jason Morgan's new son, he had immediately begun investigating with the hope that Morgan had pulled another stunt like with Michael Quartermaine. What he discovered instead had made him almost respect the other man. There had been nothing left to the imagination in the official report concerning the arrest of the Dursley couple. Even a seasoned veteran like Taggart had been put off his lunch at the pictures attached to the file. Hospital pictures of a small unconscious boy just before surgery were mingled with disgusting photos of the crime scene itself.

No, for now Taggart would leave the Morgans alone.

In the darkened room of a derelict house sat the greatest dark lord that the world had ever known. Lord Voldemort was seething with the knowledge that his nemesis was outside his reach at the moment. Harry Potter had disappeared the night he was adopted by that American muggle.

The Daily Prophet had been quick to report that the abuse must have affected Potter mentally and that was why he believed Voldemort had returned. As far as the wizarding world was concerned Voldemort was still dead and the Boy-Who-Lived was merely a deranged child driven mad by the abuse of his muggle relatives.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, the Prophet didn't bother to find out who the American was or where he was from. Which meant that for the moment, Tom was forced to use his Death Eaters to find the boy instead of moving forward in his mission to rid the world of those without the purest of blood.

A scuttling noise captured his attention.

"Wormtail!"

A pudgy watery-eyed man shuffled forward. "Yes Master?"

"Has Lucius managed to find the name of the muggle who adopted Potter?" hissed the malevolent wizard.

"Not yet Master." Pettigrew replied.

"Crucio!"

The rat's screams echoed through the building.

"I want that brat found!" Voldemort growled releasing the spell from his sniveling servant. He wished the Malfoy patriarch was present. He owed the self-serving betrayer another round of punishment for daring to claim imperious thirteen years ago.

If he didn't need the Malfoy gold and political influence so badly, he would have killed the traitor that night in the cemetery.

"Yes Master," groveled Pettigrew before the rat man limped out of the room.

The Dark Lord settled back in his chair. Soon he would find Potter and then nothing would stop him from ruling the wizarding world.

TBC…