disclaimer: I don't Own Harry Potter.
Chapter 4: Whisked away.
Harry couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, but with his scar hurting, weird dreams about long corridors, and his arm in a cast, it wasn't easy to fall asleep. So he just laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, listening to the sound of rain hitting the roof, and the cracks of thunder: Along with watching lightning lit up the room now and then. It was the first storm or rain they've had all summer. He guessed the ones that have complained about the drat will be happy. Harry didn't really care if it rained or not he would just like to get some sleep before the sun came up, but the way his arm was itching inside his cast he didn't think that would be possible.
Harry sighed and rolled over on his side and closed his eyes, but sleep still didn't come. So he just lay there thinking, thinking about his sister Sophie and what she could possibly be up to. He had no clue. Harry wanted to believe she had come by to see him because she had cared, but was that true. Did she care or was it something else. Did she want him to do something or did she need something. Cody thought she wanted money, but Sophie didn't look as if she was doing without. Her clothes might not have been fancy looking, but they were not cheap looking either. Plus she was married. Didn't her husband work? And just because she withdrew all her money out of Gringotts doesn't mean she spent it. But then why else would she take it out. Maybe she did to move to America. Maybe it's in some wizard bank in America. Or Sophie might have switched it for muggle money. Was her new husband even a wizard? These thoughts just kept going through Harry's head so much he was getting a headache. Sophie may never have been the ideal daughter or sister, and she may have been mean sometimes and a real bitch, but for some reason Harry didn't think she was up to something bad, maybe she just wanted to be apart of the family again and didn't know how to make it work. She wasn't a danger to him or his tattoo would have let him know when she was around. And why hasn't he heard from her since then. It had been three weeks since he got out of the hospital and Sophie didn't seem to be trying to get in contact with him. Then again, how could she. He was hidden away in an Old creepy house under the Filedus Charm.
Harry rolled over on his back again and tried to put his sister out of his mind. He needed sleep, he figured he would have to get up early again. To do more cleaning. At night when they go to bed Ron locks the bedroom door. Harry had questioned why he did so, Ron had replied, because Kreacher likes to come in people's room at night and go through their things. Apparently to make sure no one was taking anything that belonged to the House of Black. Yeah, like any of them would want any of the creepy things in this house. He had been here only three weeks and was already wanting to leave. It was all just so creepy, house-elf heads hanging on the wall. Dead people's portraits yelling stuff at you. He wondered how Ginny and Rigel was able to stand being here most the summer. He was ready to go home after just two days here. To Potter Mannar that was. Not the muggle dumped he had been forced to live in all summer. He wanted to go to his real home, for things to get back the way they were, before June, before Voldemort had come back and ruined what happy life he had.
Harry closed his eyes to stop himself from crying, he was fifteen. He was too old to cry. Why was it always him? Why did, everything all ways happen to him? It just wasn't fair. And why couldn't he just get one good night's sleep. Just one, that wasn't too much to ask for. Was it?
Harry was brought from his thoughts by a tapping noise, he frowned and looked around the room and saw nothing, but then jumped as a big rumble of thunder erupted. Great, now he was scaring himself, first he turns into a cry baby, then he turns into a scary cat. Yeah, some hero he was. Harry rolled his eyes at himself. He was pretty sure he was losing it when the tapping noise came again, this time Harry sat up. He grabbed his glasses and put them on. He looked around the room and saw nothing, he listened, but now all he could hear was rain and Ron's snores. He frowned. There it was again: the tapping, like someone tapping on glass. He looked toward the window just as lightning lit up the outside sky and there sitting on the sill out in the storm was...
"Hedwig!" Harry cried and rushed to the window and opened it, his snowy white owl came in the room; flew over the best she could with soaken wet wings and landed on the top of a dresser. Harry turned back around to shut the window, but when he looked crossed the street, he could swear someone was standing there in the rain looking over toward Grimmauld place. Lightning flashed again and they were gone. Harry closed the window and locked it. Must have been a shadow from a tree. Grimmauld place was under the Fidelus Charm, no one could see it. And why would someone just stand out in the rain staring at it. He turned back to his owl and she shook her feathers out then held out her talon, Harry saw she had a note tied to it.
"Why were you out in the rain?" Harry asked. Taking the note from her. It was wet too so he had to be careful, to not rip it. "Eh...girl. You'll make yourself sick." He looked down at the note and frowned, it was written on a piece of black parchment paper. Harry couldn't remember ever seeing black parchment paper. How would he read it. He opened the note and saw the words written in silver ink. It was kind of hard to read for the ink was running from getting wet, but after a minute he was able to read it.
I may not be able to see the house, but I know you are in there, come out and down the street. I'm now on the corner. I want to see you.
Harry frowned at the note, he was pretty sure it was from Sophie, how she knew he was here when she couldn't see the house, he had no clue, but should he trust the note and go see what she wanted. Or was it a trap. He wasn't suppose to get his cast wet, but he did wonder what Sophie wanted. Maybe he could sneak out and see what she wanted and be back in the house before anyone knew he was gone. Harry nodded, yes that's what he would do; he would just use a charm on his cast to block it from getting wet. Harry tip toed over to his trunk and got out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, he didn't even pay attention to which ones, and took off his pajamas and slipped them on. He then slipped on his shoes and since he only had one arm he didn't tie them, he did the spell on his cast to keep it dry, and tip toed over to the door and unlocked it. He paused when it made a loud click, lightning once again lit up the room and Ron grunted in his sleep. Harry waited, but all Ron did was roll over and faced the wall before he started snoring once again. Harry then slowly and as quietly as he could open the door and slipped out into the hall, before shutting the door back and tip toeing down the stairs and to the front door. He tapped it with his wand and the locks turned, then clicked and the door opened, and very quietly, so not to wake up the portrait of Sirius's mother, Harry stepped out into the night storm and shut the door behind him. He then took off walking as fast as he could toward the corner.
By the time Harry got there he was soaken wet, all but his cast. Jesse had taken out the stitches he had on his head a few days earlier so he didn't have to worry about them. Sophie was standing there just as soaked as he was, wearing all black again, with a black and silver cloak on, she had the hood up covering her head, but Harry knew it was her, he could see her green eyes glowing as she watched him coming toward her. She grinned.
"So, you did have the guts to sneak out." She said, once he was in front of her. She reached out and pulled the sliver raven she had given him out from under his shirt and dropped it over it. "Good, I was afraid you wouldn't have listened to me."
"Sophie, what do you want?" Harry demanded. He crossed his arms and started shivering, Sophie frowned.
"You should have put on a cloak, Silly." She said. "Oh, well, we'll be out of the rain soon enough." Harry frowned at her.
"What? I can't go anywhere with you." Harry said. "Jesse is already ticked at me. I..." Harry was cut off when someone came up behind him and put a cloth over his mouth. He tried to struggled, but it did no good with just one good arm and before he knew it everything went black.
Harry moaned, opened his eyes, and was confused: He was lying on a couch in an old fashion looking room, that had no windows and most the walls was bookshelves. He wondered where he was, all he could remember was someone coming up behind him, putting something over his mouth, a cloth of some kind. It was wet and had a weird smell to it, then again he had been wet also. They had stood out in the middle of the rain. Harry sat up and the first thing he noticed was his caste was gone. Someone had healed his broken arm. And apparently dried him, since he was no longer wet. Whoever had taken him also kept his glasses on his face. He suddenly remembered Sophie. Was his sister okay. Did they take her too. Damn, it was probably Death Eaters. If Sophie was hurt or killed it would be his fault.
Harry got up, he had to find out where he was and what happened to his sister, sure he hadn't seen her in seven years. And she might be a bitch at times, but she was still his sister. Harry went to the door to try to get out. Or he tried to go to the door anyway, there wasn't one. He looked all around and saw nothing but bookshelves and books, then, finally he spotted a door, opened it only to find a large bedroom with a large king size bed in the middle and a one shelf and a dresser, nothing else. Harry frowned and closed the door back. He wasn't going to get out that way. Maybe one of the shelves was a trap door, so he went around and checked them, but none would move or open up or anything. So Harry started pulling out books to see if that got one moving. He left one shelf and moved to another one; when he jerked a book out of the self it fall onto the floor and opened. Harry looked down at it and frowned. It hadn't been a book, but a photo album. He bent and picked it up and looked through it and his eyes widen. It was nothing but pictures of his family: him, his mom and dad, his two brothers, and Sophie: All family pictures even a couple of the cat they use to have. Harry put it back on the shelf and pulled out the other one; it was a scrap-book instead of an album and when Harry opened it, the first thing in it made his eyes widen. It was a picture of an owl, he had colored for Sophie when he was four. The words: To the best sister ever was written across the top in messy four-year old hand written. He smiled a little at how some of the letters was missing; like best had the "e" gone and the second "s" in sister was missing, but hey Harry had only been four. He turned the page and saw another picture he had colored. He flipped all through the scrapbook and saw it was full of nothing but pictures he had colored for Sophie, a couple pressed flowers he had once picked her, and some News Paper clippings about him or one of his brothers. The last thing in the back of the scrap-book was the picture of him and Ginny hugging in front of a fountain on Hogwarts grounds, during the Yule Ball. It had been cut out of the Daily Prophet.
Harry closed it with a frown and put it back on the shelf, if Sophie's things were in this room did that mean it was hers, and if so that would mean she was the one that brought him here, and had kidnapped him. Harry frowned, he really needed to get out of here, why would Sophie take him like that. His tattoo wasn't itching so he wasn't in any danger, but he still had this weird feeling and wanted to leave. He should have never met Sophie on the corner. How dumb could he be. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were out there after him, and he sneaks out of his safe place at night in the middle of a storm to go meet his long-lost sister at the end of the street. What if it hadn't been her to write the letter in the first place. It could have easily been a Death Eater that had once knew where the Black family home was; after all wasn't Sirius' brother a Death Eater. And if the house suddenly disappeared. Well, they could probably put two and two together and figure it out. They couldn't be that dumb. Jesse might be right. Harry needs to use his head more. He was a Ravenclaw after all. He needed to start acting like it. He often wondered why he hadn't been put in Gryffindor. The hat had told him he could be in any house. Harry did always think of himself more brave than smart. Something he proved tonight, by sneaking out of a safe place to chase down someone who wrote him saying: I know you are in there. This has to be the dumbest thing he has ever done. Now he was stuck in a place that had no windows or door.
Harry looked all around the room, but found no exit, he even went back in the room with the large bed, but found no exit. He went back into the other room and looked around some more, then he found a picture hanging on the wall. It was a Potter family picture, he was about five. Cody was eight, Sophie was thirteen, and Jesse fifteen. They all stood in front of a large Christmas tree. Harry remembered that Christmas. It was one of the best they had. And one of the only ones Sophie didn't pick a fight with someone. Harry reached up to take it off the all to look at it closer. But the moment his hand touched it, there was a clicking sound and the wall slide into the other and reviled a long hallway. Harry stepped out and started walking down it. It too had no windows and barely anything on the walls. Just lit candles in candle holders and now and then there was old portraits hanging there, but no actual pictures of anyone. All hand painted. Even of the simplest things like playing on the beach at night. Harry frowned. That was something odd too. All the paintings of someone outside was done at night. What was these people afraid of a little sun.
Harry walked on and on, sure that he had gotten himself lost, he was giving up hope that he would ever find a way out of here, when suddenly the wall next to him slide open and Harry jumped, as out stepped a gorgeous blonde woman, with light blue eyes. She took one look and Harry and grinned, showing off two pointing teeth.
"Well, hello there." She said, startling Harry: he wanted to ask the women if she knew where the exit was, but when he looked into her eyes, they turned a lighter blue, almost glowing and he was suddenly I a trance. Harry couldn't move nor speak, he just stood there staring. Well aware he was making a fool of himself, and his tattoo was itching now. The women took a step toward him and Harry knew he should step back, but he couldn't move, she came right up on him and sniffed. Yes sniffed his neck.
"A wizard." She whispered. "And a powerful one at that." With strength she should not have had, she pushed Harry up against the wall. He wanted to push her away, he knew he had to, but he just couldn't take his eyes from hers. She just stared into Harry's eyes. His brain felt foggy and he couldn't think nor move. His tattoo was now itching like crazy, but he could barely feel it.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" A male voice demanded.
The women jumped back as if Harry had cursed her and looked toward the voice. Harry was now able to blink and move, his foggy brain cleared and he looked toward the voice to see a man standing there. He was about Twenty-eight or twenty-nine, long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, almost black eyes. Harry guessed he would be what girls found handsome, he was tall, a lot taller than Harry and well built. He wore a dark purple silk shirt and black slacks and shoes. He gave off the air of someone powerful, rich, and in charge. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and his skin was pale. Very pale. When he spoke he had this thick accent, Romain, Harry guessed, but it almost sounded ancient.
Harry looked between him and the women, she looked almost fearful, like a child that had been caught doing something bad. She also looked at the man as if he was her boss or leader. Harry was so confused. If he couldn't find a way out of this place, maybe he would go back to the odd room with no windows and doors. At least there he didn't have freaks trying to; well he didn't know what she was trying to do, but at least no one was there. Harry rubbed his neck. For some reason it was now tingling. The man looked at him and frowned, and before Harry knew it the man was right in front of him jerking his hand from his neck and looking it over. Harry wasn't scared like he had been with the women, the man wasn't putting him in an trance, and his tattoo was no longer itching. The man sighed and let Harry go,and glared at the women. And to Harry's shock his eyes turned from almost black to a light blue, almost white and his face took on an angry, and frightening look.
"Did you not see the neckless this boy wears?" He demanded. He held up the silver raven that was around Harry's neck. "He is protected, Erin. He is not to be touched. We do not harm the good. It is forbidden. My father will hear of this. " The man took a step toward the women making her step back. "He is a guest in our house. My father's guest."
"I did not know." She said. Her voice turning fearful. The man narrowed his eyes at her.
"It does not matter you saw the neckless." he said. "You know what that raven means. Now be gone from my sight." The women gave a frighten squeal and took off down the hall. The man then turned to Harry, who backed up, his hand went to his pocket, but his wand was not there.
"Do not be afraid, Harry." The man said. "I will not harm you. Why are you wandering around by yourself?. Do you realize what would have happened if I hadn't been walking this way?" The man frowned and looked Harry's face over. "Sophia hasn't told you has she?"
"Look, all I want is to go home." Harry said. "I'm going to be in enough trouble as it is."
"Do not worry, you will go home soon enough." He said. " You were brought here upon my father's request. He wishes to meet you. But that won't be for a while." Harry shook his head and took another step back.
"Why do I have to wait? Who is your father? Why do I have to meet him?" Harry demanded. "Where is Sophie, let me talk to my sister. She better be okay. You better not have done anything to her." The man, Harry did not know his name, gave Harry an amuse look, before cracking a very small smile.
"Sophia is just fine." He said. "She is the last person in this house anyone would even think of harming and as to where she is. At the moment all I know is she wandering around somewhere avoiding me." He gave a little smirk. "We had a little spat you see." Harry looked the man over and didn't say anything. He noticed that on his left ring finger was a silver band that matched the one Sophie wore. So did that mean he was her husband. The guy Sophie had married.
"Are you... I mean.." Harry stumbled with the question. His eyes going back to the man's ring. He noticed and looked down at his ring.
"Sophia is my wife. If that is what you wanted to know." He said. And Harry gave a nod. "It is good to finally meet you. Sophia talks about you quite often."
"She dose?" Harry asked, a little surprised. Yeah he might have colored her pictures when he was little, but they were never close. No matter how much Harry tried to get close to her. Sophie never had anything to do with him.
"Of course." The man smiled. "Forgive my rudeness, I have not introduced myself." The man stuck out a hand for Harry to shake, Harry hesitated, but then stepped forward and shook it. Harry had to stop himself from pulling his hand back, the man's hand was ice-cold. "You may call me Caleb."
"Harry Potter." Harry said. The man nodded.
"Yes, I know." He said. "Now come, we must get you back to the room." Caleb put his hand on Harry's back and led him back to the room, when they got there he made Harry sit down. "I know it's good manners to offer you something to eat or drink, but I am afraid there is no food here and the only thing we have to drink, I'm sure you would not like."
"I don't care about that." Harry said. "I just want to go. I'm going to be in enough trouble as it is. So, if you just show me the way out of here. I'll just go."
"You will go home soon." Caleb said. "Why don't I go see if I can find that sister of yours."
"Yeah, you do that and tell her I want to go." Harry said, crossing his arms. Caleb smiled and looked amused.
"You sure do have a lot of spirit." He said. "I'll just go find my wife and tell her you would like to see her." He turned and left, Harry waited a moment, before getting back up and touching the picture on the wall, but nothing happened. Caleb must have locked the door.
"Damn." Harry said. He went back to the couch and sat down. "I can't believe this. Why didn't I just stay in the damn house."
Harry sat there for what seem like forever, but in reality it was only ten minutes, before he hard a clicking sound and the door slide open and Sophie came walking in followed by Caleb. She sat down in a chair across from the couch and Caleb sat on the arm of it.
"I was told you wanted to see me." Sophie said.
"I want to go." Harry said. "Why did you bring me here?"
"To talk." Sophie said. "Caleb's father wants to meet you. And I just wanted to spend a little time with my little brother." Harry raised his eyebrow at her. "You find that hard to believe?"
"Yes," Harry said. "Even when you were around you had nothing to do with me."
"Yeah, well, that's all is going to change." Sophie said. "I want you to be apart of my life." Caleb just sat there in silence looking back and forth.
"Why?" Harry demanded. "After all this time?"
Sophie shrugged. "Let's just say I wish I had done a lot of things different from when I was around. I was angry at Mum and dad, and I took it out on my brothers. Well out on Cody and Jesse. I never did anything to you."
"You just ignored me." Harry said.
"Isn't that better than fighting?" Sophie asked. "Look, Harry, you were the only one that tried to show me you cared. Mum and Dad they might have said it, but no matter how bad I was you still were so sweet to me. The moods and things I was going through back then if I didn't ignore you I would have been mean to you."
"Let me get this straight?" Harry asked. "You ignored me so you wouldn't be mean to me." Sophie gave a nod. "That doesn't even make sense."
"You will understand one day." Sophie said. She stood. "Now come, My father-in-law wishes to speak with you." Harry crossed his arms and refused to stand, but Caleb grabbed hold of Harry's arm and gently pulled him to his feet.
"Just follow us." He said. "We will show you the way." They turned and led Harry out. He followed them down the long hall and turned left, then they turned right. Went down another long hall and then turned left again. Harry was beginning to get dizzy, when then turned right and down another long hall and up to a black door, that had a silver raven door knocker. Caleb walked up to the door and knock three times, pushed then knocked once more. They waited a moment, then a deep voice called out.
"You may enter." Caleb twisted the silver door knob and walked in. Sophie and her husband walked in ahead of Harry, then to his total shock they knelt in front of a man who was sitting on a big black chair that was trimmed in silver, the arms of the chair had to raven heads on the end of them. The man wore all black, but with silver boots, and a silver ring on his finger that was a raven. He looked like an older Caleb, but gray flicked his dark brown ponytail, and he didn't take his dark brown eyes from Harry's face. On either side of his chair stood two men, or Harry thought they were men. He couldn't see their faces for the black and silver robes they wore. Neither man moved or even showed they knew anyone had entered. They just stood there with spears in their hands. Harry was beginning to wonder if he was dreaming.
"You may stand." The man in the chair said. He spoke in the same accent Caleb had. And Sophie and Caleb stood. Sophie stepped forward and gave a short little bow again before she spoke.
"Father, I brought Harry here as you asked." She said. He nodded his head.
"I see that." He said. He snapped his fingers, still not taking his eyes from Harry, and the guy on the left bent over and he whispered something into his ear. His hooded head nodded and he walked off; out another door to another room. "Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. I have wanted to meet you for a long time. But my daughter-in-Law has been...quite difficult when it comes to you. Understandable of course. Family is everything. Wouldn't you say?" Harry gave a slight nod and the man smiled. The door off to the side opened and the man came back in.
"It is ready, Father." He said. The man nodded.
"Good," he stood up, "Come, let us take our talk in private. I need a drink. I'm sure you are thirsty. Would you like to have a drink with me?" Sophie let out a little gasped and looked to Caleb fearfuly. He frowned and looked to his father. Or was it really his father. Everyone here seemed to call this man father.
"Father," Caleb spoke up. "Sophia does not want Harry..."
"Silence!" His father thundered. "I did not give you permission to speak. Now, Mr. Potter. If you please follow me. We have much to talk about." Harry looked to Caleb who gave him a small nodded. But Sophie just looked down and wouldn't meet his eyes, so Harry after a moment hesitation walked over to the man. Who put his hand on Harry's back and led him into a small room, that only had a black marble table and six silver chairs surrounded the table. The man walked over and sat at the end and motioned for Harry to sit at the other end. Harry did and the man pointed at the drink in front of Harry. It was in a silver goblet that had a black raven on it.
"Drink up." The man said, raising his own goblet. Harry frowned, not really wanting to drink whatever was in his goblet. Sophie sure didn't want him to drink it. If he went by how she acted. "Oh, come now. I did not poison you." Harry looked up at the man and then back down at the goblet. Since his tattoo was not itching he didn't figure he was in any danger so he slowly picked the goblet up and raised it to his lips. He then took a drink, then frowned up at the man in surprise.
"It's pumpkin juice." Harry said. The man chuckled and took a drink of his goblet.
"What did you except? Blood perhaps." The man gave Harry the same amused look his son had earlier. He sat in silence a moment just watching Harry. It was a little unnerving.
"I believe I have not introduced myself, Mr. Potter." He finally spoke up. "You must forgive my rudeness. My name is Vaughn. And I'm the leader of this clan or convent if you rather call it. That is the reason everyone calls me father." He explained. "In a way I am their father. The father of the convent."
"So, is Caleb really your son?" Harry asked. Vaughn gave a nod.
"That is a yes." Vaughn said. "Caleb really is my son." They fell silent and Vaughn once again went to just watching Harry before he spoke again. His voice changed this time. Went to a business type of voice.
"Now, down to why you are here." He took another drink then pushed his goblet away. "I understand you may not wish to speak of this. But I most insist to know the truth." He leaned forward and Harry took another drink from his goblet. "I have heard some rumors as of late. Rumors I do not wish to be true. But I fear they are. It is my understanding that the dark lord whom calls himself Lord Voldemort has returned." Harry looked at the man in surprised. He wasn't expecting that.
"Um...yeah he has." Harry said. "Though Fudge doesn't believe me. But I told the truth. Voldemort is back." Vaughn held up his hand.
"Do not get excited, I believe you." He said. "Sophia has told me you were there. That you saw his return. Please I ask you to tell me how he did it. What he did. Every little single detail." Harry frowned. He hasn't spoken of that night since having to tell it after it happened. And he didn't want to. But he looked at the door, and realized the only way he could get home was to tell this man the story. Harry sighed, took his last drink of pumpkin juice and pushed his goblet aside. He then ran his hand through his hair and looked at the man. Then began to tell his tale. He started with the start of the Triwizard tournament, not leaving anything out. He even told of his and Ginny's first kiss on the marble staircase. He didn't know why and as he looked the man in the eyes and told he found himself unable to stop, and told everything that happened to him that year. The lies in the paper, the task, all the way up to the maze and being pokeyed away, Cedric being killed and the ritual Wormtail did to bring Voldemort back. He even had him show him the scar on his arm. He went all the way until Fudge not believing him and Jesse quitting his job. When Harry was done Vaughn just sat there in silence tapping his fingers on the table before he heaved a sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"You are probably wondering why I wanted to know." Vaughn finally said. "I do not tell many people this, but since you were nice enough to tell me your story. How about I tell you mine." He leaned forward again and entwined his fingers on the table. "During the start of the first war. Before you, Mr. Potter, took Voldemort out for a while he came to some of my kind and wished for us to join the war. Join his side. We declined of course. Not wishing to get involved in wizard fights. We like to be left alone you see. But Voldemort did not like that answer and had his little puppets he calls Death Eaters kill a great number of my people. Including my daughter Sheena, my wife Delilah, and brother Vincent. He killed my family. All I have left his my son Caleb. Your sister Sophia is like a daughter to me. And I treat her as such." He unfolded his hands and leaned back in his chair.
"I have one more question for you, Mr. Potter." Vaughn said. "Before I let you go home." he smirked at Harry's look. "Don't look so surprised, Mr. Potter, I do intend to let you leave. We are not kidnappers. You were only brought here in such a matter because only the most trusted are allowed to know the way to this house. Sorry, about that. But I do have one question. We know war is upon us. Voldemort does have to be stopped. Albus Dumbledore was right about one thing. He does have such creatures as Werewolves and giants on his side. My question is. How would you like some powerful allies. I wish revenge on Voldemort he took everything I ever cared about from me. My son only survived because he was not home during the attack. He was with me, away on business, speaking with a leader of a sister clan." He took a drink from his goblet again and sit it back down. "So, Mr. Potter, would you like us on your side. We are more than willing to help put a stop to Voldemort."
Harry sat there staring at the man in shock. He didn't know what to say. Someone one powerful on his side willing to help get ride of Voldemort. But could he trust him.
"I see you need some time to think on it." Vaughn said. "That is fair." He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a black envelope that was sealed with a silver raven and he slide it crossed the table at Harry. "Could you at least make sure Albus Dumbledore gets that letter?" Harry gave a nod and picked it up to see Albus Dumbledore written across the front in fancy hand writing.
"Um...sir. Mr. Vaughn." Harry asked. "What...um... are you?" The man smiled.
"Sophia had not told you?" He asked. Harry shook his head.
"Then I am sorry, I cannot say." Vaughn said and Harry frowned. "If Sophia did not say. Means she does not yet wish to tell you. And if I mention what I am. Then you would figure out what Sophia is. I must respect her wishes. I'm sure you understand."
"I guess." Harry answered and Vaughn stood.
"I believe are talk is over." Vaughn said. "Come along, let's ease your sister's worries." Harry stood and followed Vaughn back out into the other room. Sophia was pacing back and forth and at the sound of the door opening, she stopped and looked. Harry saw relief in her eyes as she looked him over. He didn't know what she thought Vaughn had planned to do or give him to drink, but apparently he didn't do as she had feared.
"Sophia, I return your brother to you." Vaughn said. "And he is thinking over my offer and when he decides his answer I am sure he will give you an owl and you can let me know." Harry gave a nod. "Good." he turned back to Sophie. "You guys may go spend some time together, Harry may be taken home right after sunset. You still have a few hours before then. Go enjoy each other's company."
Harry followed Sophie and Caleb back to their room, and they sat in there and chatted for a while and got to know one another. Harry found that he liked Caleb; he was a pretty good guy. Funny too, when no one else was around. Kind of reminded him of a brown-haired Bill Weasley. But he wished they would hurry up and take him home; he was getting quite hungry, having not eaten anything since dinner the night before. Harry found out that Caleb had been the one that snuck up behind Harry with the cloth. He apologized for doing so. And the cloth had been soaked in chloroform is why he passed out. He wasn't happy to learn he was going to have to go home that same way. But until Harry could be truly trusted by Vaughn, he could not know the way to and from their house. Harry guessed he could understand the reasoning. Last time the leader of their convent let it known where they lived he had lost most his family.
When it was finally time for Harry to leave he put the letter to Dumbledore in his back pocket before allowing Caleb to knock him out again. If it hadn't been the fact his tattoo told him he wasn't in any danger, he would not have let his brother-in-law put the cloth over his mouth. But he did and the next thing Harry knew he was waking up in a black car parked right in front of Grimmauld place.
"Woke up just in time." Caleb said. Harry looked around and noticed he was in the front seat of a sports car. It only had two seats. "Sophia stayed behind, she didn't want to risk being seen by any of your brothers. She is not ready to see them yet." Harry nodded. "We're in the right place right? Sophia said the space between numbers 11 and 13." Harry frowned confused a moment before he remembered Grimmauld was under the Filedus Charm so Caleb could not see it. "I still don't see how there is a house there, but..." He shrugged and Harry opened the door. "Oh, I was about to forget." Caleb reached in his pocket and pulled out Harry's wand and handed it to him. "Wands are not allowed in the house. Sorry about that." Caleb gave Harry a wink. "That's a rule my loving wife has yet to learn."
"Were you ever a..."
"Wizard?" Caleb finished Harry's question. "No, I was not. I was a muggle before what I am now. Most our clan was."
"What...?" Caleb shook his head.
"Sorry, can't say." He smirked at Harry's glare. "Come on, little wizard, if you think about it, you'll figure it out." Harry said nothing, he just climbed out of the car. "Oh, and Harry, if I was you I was accept my father's affer of help. We can be good allies to have."
Harry nodded and shut the door, and walked up the front steps. Harry didn't know what time it was. He hoped it wasn't too late and he could get someone to answer the door. And not too late to get something to eat. Harry reached up and knocked on the door. Nothing, so he knocked a little harder. Still nothing. So, ignoring the fact they didn't want the bell to ring he reached over and rang it. He could hear Mrs. Black screaming all the way on the front steps, then there was pounding of feet and then someone called through the door.
"Who is it?" He was pretty sure it was Sirius' voice.
"Harry." Harry called. He heard a gasp and then the sounds of locks clicking, a second later the door swung open and Sirius reached out, grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, it wasn't until then that Harry heard Caleb's car speed away. He wondered how it looked to someone who couldn't see the house to watch him enter nothing.
"Where the hell have you been?" Sirius demanded, as he shut the door. They most have been in a late night Order meeting, because most the Order, the ones Harry knew anyway, including Severus Snape was standing in the entry. "We all have been worried to death."
"Harry, what the hell?" Jesse pushed his way through everyone. "Have you lost your mind, where have you been. Why did you just disappear like that. Do you know how scared we were when Ginny came in Sirius' room in the middle of the night to tell us you were gone."
"Ginny?" Harry asked. "How did she.."
"Ron." Sirius said. "He noticed you sneak out of your room, but didn't think nothing of it. Just thought you we going to either get something to drink or use the bathroom. He fell back to sleep and when he woke up again having to use the bathroom two hours later, you were still out of the room. And not seeing you anywhere for some reason instead of coming to one of us grow ups, he went and woke up your girlfriend, Ginny got up and looked all over the house saw you were actually not here and woke me up."
"Now tell me where the hell have you been?" Jesse demanded. He looked madder than Harry has ever seen him.
"I would like to know who that was speeding away from headquarters." Snape sneered. Harry glared at him.
"That's none of your business, Snape." Harry said.
"Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, reproachfully.
"It's a good question, Harry." Dumbledore said. And Harry noticed he was not looking Harry in the eye, but rather over his shoulder, reach made Harry frowned.
"It was Caleb." Harry said. "He bought me back here after visiting with some...friends of mine."
"What friends?" Jesse demanded. "And who the hell is Caleb?"
"None of your business." Harry snapped. He turned to Dumbledore and pulled the letter Vaughn had given him out of his back pocket. "Sir, I was asked to give you this letter." Harry held it out to Dumbledore and everyone frowned at it.
"Thank you... my boy." Dumbledore said, taken the letter, but still did not look Harry in the eye. He must have had some idea of whom the letter was from, because Harry saw his eyes widen slightly at the raven on the front. Before he stuck the letter in his robes. "I shall address it later, but now. I must insist that Harry you do not sneak off like that again. Most the Order spent the morning searching for you, and we were all just about to go out and look again. It is becoming dangerous times, Harry, you are a marked man."
"I know that." Harry snapped. "I'm not going to let it make me hide away like some hermit."
"You're not just going to keep running off either." Jesse yelled. "Mess with me and you won't see the outside for a very long time. Not even to go to Hogwart. You have to understand that this isn't a joke. Voldemort will kill you without a second thought. Do you not get that? It is time to stop acting like a moody teenager and grow up." Harry crossed his arms and glared at Jesse. He looked at Harry's arms and frowned.
"Where's your cast?" Jesse asked. "Is that where you went? Did you sneak off to St. Mungo's to get healed?"
"No," Harry snapped. "Someone who actually cares if I'm hurt healed my arm." He went to walk by and up the stairs, when Jesse grabbed his arm and pushed him back. He pointed his finger in Harry's face.
"I want to know this minute where you have been?" Jesse demanded. "I want to know right now and you are going to tell me."
"No," Harry said. "What I do and where I go is no of your business."
"What you do is my business." Jesse yelled. "Now you tell me where you've been right now." Their voices had gotten so loud that it drained out the yelling portrait. Harry looked his older brother in the eyes.
"No," He repeated. Jesse raised his hand and hit Harry crossed the face. Harry stumbled back in shock. And put his hand on his cheek. His eyes wide.
"Hey!" A voice came from the top of the stairs. Harry and Jesse, along with everyone else looked up to see all the teens, standing there. Their eyes widen with shock: All but Ginny who had a look of anger on her face. She pulled her wand out of her pocket, but Teddy grabbed her wand to stop her from doing anything. There was nothing but silence, the only sound was Mrs. Black's yells. Which Dumbeldore silence with a flick of his wand. Harry and Jesse stood and stared at each other for a long moment.
"Harry, I'm sorry." Jesse said. "I really didn't mean to do that. I just lost my temper. I was so worried when Sirius woke me and told me you had disappeared."
"Yeah right." Harry said. Pushing passed Jesse and on up the stairs. He pushed past all the teens and headed to Rigel's room. After given Jesse glares his friends followed, as Cody started yelling at Jesse.
Harry's friends found him sitting on Rigel's bed, crying. Rigel and Teddy didn't say nothing. They let Ginny walked over and sit next to Harry and pull him to her. He cried on her shoulder for a few minutes, before he pulled away and wiped his eyes.
"I'm so sick of everything." Harry said. "Jesse acting like a prat. Voldemort always after me. I can't get any sleep at night. My scar always hurting." Harry wiped his eyes again. "It's always me everything happens to. And no one even cares."
"We do, Baby." Ginny said. She ran her hand through Harry's hair. "You got us." Rigel and Teddy nodded in agreement and Harry looked up at Rigel and Teddy.
"Sorry, to be such a cry baby." He said.
"Hey, man, with all you've been though I'm surprised you haven't lost it before now." Teddy said. Him and Rigel came on in the room and found themselves places to sit.
"Lightning, mate, where did you go?" Rigel said. "Ginny was bouncing off the walls when our tattoos started to itch."
"They did?" Harry asked. "But I wasn't in any danger." He frowned. "Oh, must have been that Erin women."
"Who?" Ginny demanded. Narrowing her eyes. Harry decided to start from the beginning.
"I was at my sister Sophie's" Harry explained, then he explained about the note he had got. Sophie's husband knocking him out then him waking up at Sophie's. He told them everything that happened there and ended with coming home just now.
"That was kinda dumb." Teddy said. "To follow an unknown person who wrote you a little saying. I know you are in there. It could have been anyone."
"I know." Harry said. "But my tattoo didn't itch, so I knew I wasn't in any danger. But I did get a creepy feeling being around them."
"Who wouldn't." Rigel said. "They sound like weirdos. Teddy would fit in there." Rigel reached over and lightly pushed Teddy's head.
"Stop that." Teddy snapped. "And I'm not weird."
Harry gave a yawn. All thought of food left his mind the moment he was ambushed coming through the door. Not caring if Rigel minded, Harry crawled up in Rigel's bed and closed his eyes. He felt Ginny lay down next to him and put her arm around his waist.
"Umm...guys, this is my room." Rigel said. "And that is my bed."
"We know." They said at the same time, before they both snuggling together an drafted off to sleep.
A.N. Hope that chapter was good, and I bet most of you reading probably figured out what Sophie and her new "family" are. Sorry if it was confusing with everyone calling Vaughn father, but he is the leader or "father" of the convent they are a part of. And Caleb has a lot of power and say over them too, since he is the son of Vaughn, and being his wife gives Sophie a lot of control too. And the neckless she gave Harry will get explained more by the end of this story. Next they'll be going back to Hogwarts and it will go back to being more like the book some, but with a bit of different stuff. Like Sophie or Caleb showing up now and then to talk with Harry. One of them will anyway. Right now I'm not sure which yet.