Good Morning/Afternoon/Night my dear friends out in FanFiction land! I believe it is my job to deliver a huge APOLOGY to you all. Not updating for months was a horrid thing to do. Now I could give you all some stupid excuse for not updating but I honestly I think it wouldn't be anything to convincing. Basic WARNINGS for this chapter, really mostly just SWEARING. Nothing to much to worry about...yet.
A couple of ANSWERS to questions that you asked. Why does Harry not act like 'Canon Harry' and why does he think he's a freak. Well honestly if you spent your life in a loving family until they were brutally murdered all the while believing it was your fault for their deaths. Then being sent to Emotionally and physically Abusing relatives that belittle you and tell you nothing but lies the whole while. I would think you would be slightly messed up. He was traumatised by the whole experience and as a young child at the time was very impressionable (as all children are). If you tell someone something repetitively over time they are going to believe it. Thankyou for all the Reviews by the way, they really make my day.
One more point before I'll leave you all alone. I want to send out a huge THANKYOU to DarkAngel048 for bugging me and pushing me to update. If I ever wanted to dedicate a chapter to anyone it would be Her/Him.
Enjoy the Chapter, Peace out!
Harry POV
"Harry what powers?" Chris asked again. I couldn't believe I was so stupid to say that. Who in their right mind would believe me, even if I told them the truth. I shook my head, I wasn't going to answer that question.
"Please Harry." He pleaded to me.
"You know you can tell us anything right? We won't judge you at all." I could tell that all they wanted to do was understand me better but as soon as I told them they would want to know everything that meant talking about Hogwarts and the War. And if they found about that they would hate me, just like everyone else did after the war.
"So hypothetically speaking, if I started talking about magic that was completely a secret to everyone apart from those who have it." Everybody in the room oddly burst into smiles.
"Well hypothetically speaking, then we would confide in you that they wouldn't be the only witch in the room." I snorted indignantly with laughter.
"I'm not a chick." Chris frowned
"I never said you where."
"Yes you did. You called me a witch! Only females are witches." I explained to them.
"No they're not!" Both Wyatt and Chris answered together.
"I believe the correct terminology for a male 'witch' would be a wizard."
"Wizards are evil." Wyatt stated. I gritted my teeth, breathing shallowly in anger.
"No. I'm. Not!" I hissed back at them. Wyatt threw his hands up in surrender
"Harry calm down, I never said you where evil. Just wizards."
"And what if I'm a wizard." I defended myself, why did everyone assume I was evil. Wyatt went to answer but Piper cut him off.
"Then we would believe you, and say that you would be the first good wizard we've come across before." She explained, trying to defuse the tension.
"My mom and dad where the same as me." I whispered trying to prove my point they look shocked.
"Really?" Chris whispered back. I bit my lip and nodded.
"Wow I can't believe we didn't realise that." Piper said. I sighed this was getting difficult again. We couldn't just have a nice normal conversation for once.
"We tried to hide it as best as we could, it wasn't too hard most of the time..." I paused to think.
"...Dad was the worst, he just could seem to grasp the muggle way of living." I smiled sadly at the memory.
"What's a muggle? Sounds like a disease." Wyatt asked. I shot a look of disbelief at him, what type of witches where the Halliwells?
"A muggle is someone who doesn't have any magic. It's quite a crude way to describe people but is used by everyone so you can't help but use it. Thought some witches and wizards do believe that muggles are a disease and should be purged from the world." Piper gasped.
"That's horrible! Why would they do that?"
"Wizard muggle relation shave been a bit rocky in the past couple hundred of years." I started to explain.
"Really? Why so?"
"Are you kidding me does Salem Witch hunt ring any bells?" How did they not know any of this, I thought they said they were witches. It was basic knowledge, a five year old back in wizarding England could have told you that.
"Really! That was ages ago. Do they really still hold a grudge over that?" I sighed
"You've got to understand, not all muggle are as understanding when they find out about magic. Most fear it because they don't understand it and its different. Both wizards and muggles suffer because if that." Piper nodded understandingly.
"You act like there was a war or something." I frozen immediately, my features hardening so to not let any emotions through.
"There was a war. Thousands upon thousands of wizards and witches died."
"How did we not hear about it!" Wyatt challenged. I shrugged.
"How should I know, I was too busy to even bother considering if anyone other than us knew about it."
"Harry you where involved in the war." It wasn't a question. I nodded.
"I think you should probably explain the war in a bit more detail if you don't mind."
"Its probably better I did. The thing you need to know about the war is that it had been go going for 15 years before I was even born. The leader of that was called the dark side was a man named Tom Riddle. He was a half blood, his mother a witch. His father a muggle. His father left his mother when it was discovered she was a witch. She was pregnant at the time, gave birth to him in an orphanage and died.
The orphanage was not a good place for Tom, it made him bitter towards muggles. By the time he had finish school, Tom had gotten together a band of followers. He called them his death eaters. They were all pure blood, disliked muggles. They believed that they were below them, inferior beings. Over time their views began to twist and they ended up believing that anyone with magic must have both magical parent. Their theory was if you had muggle parents you must have stolen your magic from a real wizard or witch. Completely impossible let me tell you." I stopped for a second to make sure they were still following. They seemed fine so I continued.
"Almost 20 years ago a seer made a prophecy that a child would be born to destroy the dark Lord, Voldemort. Which was what Tom Riddle was now calling himself. Prophecies are nasty things can never get them right. It make people act like idiots put all their faith in the wrong person. As it so happens a year later two children were born who met all the requirements of the prophecy. Two boys named Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter." Both Piper and Chris gasped at this.
"You mean to tell me that you where dragged into this war before you where even born?" I nodded, it was odd that Wyatt hadn't said a word since I started, he had just sat there with a brooding look on his face.
"The leader of the 'Light' side was a man named Albus Dumbledore. He had defeated the previous dark lord 50 years before hand and was one of the most influential wizards of all time. Everyone loved him, trusted him without a second thought. That was their downfall. He offered both families of the children sanctuary in safe houses. Neville's parents accepted it without a second thought. My parents decided to sleep on it, 2 days later we here flying to San Francisco. It until a few months later that Voldemort caught a rumour of the Longbottoms where about and sent his most faithful death eaters to investigate." I took a deep breath, I didn't even realise that until now that I was no longer sitting in my seat but standing in front of the window staring off into the distance. It was difficult to explain what happened so casually.
"I guess the death eaters got a little over exited, by the time they remembered to summon Voldemort the Aurors where on the way." I was cut off suddenly by a questions from Chris
"Aurors?"
"Sorry I keep forgetting you don't know what half the words I use are. Aurors are like..." I thought about it for a second it was slightly harder to explain than I thought.
"...Like wizarding cops." Chris nodded in understanding and every one when silent again.
"The death eaters where caught but it didn't really matter the damage was done already. Both Frank and Alice Longbottom where tortured to insanity, practically catatonic." I was whispering again I realised.
"What about Neville?" Someone asked, I wasn't sure who.
"He survived with only a couple of bruises I guess. He went to live with his grandmother." The was a long silence, while everybody processed all the new information.
"I don't mean to seem rude but how did that effect the war?" I ran my hands through my hair, maybe to was too complicated to explain.
"The thing is that was around about the time the first war ended. Voldemort retreated for a few years after losing his most trusted subjects. The complicated thing about the war is that it can be categorised in to two parts. The war really never stopped it was just not as active in-between the two main parts. The first part my parents generation, the second part was me...my generation."
"So your saying the war stopped for a few years?" Piper asked
"Yes and no. I need to get to the next part to fully explain it and even then it gets confusing. The next part we need to skip forward 6 or so years. Voldemorts reign had pretty much picked up again and taken over parts of wizarding Britain. He was getting desperate to find the other child of the prophecy. For all he knew the child could be out there getting trained to defeat him, getting stronger every day. He would send his death eaters out on scouting missions across the globe for to find the child and his family. He found us, of cause." I look a deep breath and tried to make my voice as even as possible.
"Harry you don't have to..."
"No!" I cut her off
"I..you at least deserve to know how my..they.." I could even say it out loud. Piper nodded understanding. They waited in silence for me to regain my voice. Minutes passed and I finally got the courage to continue.
"It was late afternoon.." I whispered.
"..I had just..just gotten grounded by my parents. I was so angry at them. Not letting me go out and see my friends. Never being able to show you guys my magic. I ended up saying something's to my parents, god I wish I could have take them back now. It wasn't long after that house went silent. I thought I'd gone deaf for a few seconds. It wasn't until the door exploded open that I knew something was horrible wrong. My parents never told me why we moved to America, only that there was a war going on back in Britain and it was safer here. I never questioned it." All I could think of was how much of a stupid naive child I was back then.
"My father fought him, gave it his best. But I think he knew deep down that he didn't stand a shot again Voldemort. It gave my mother time to run and find me, hiding in my room. Before I knew what happened my mother was on the floor not moving and Voldemort was standing in front of me throwing a spell. Next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital." I stopped, waiting for the inevitable questions to come.
"But what happened to him?"
"It's not really easy to explain. Many people believed that he died, they were wrong. I actually had a very similar to this with Voldemort back in first year when he tried to kill me."
"He tried to kill you again!" Piper shrieked. I shrugged it off.
" Yeah he pretty much tried to kill me every year once I joined the wizarding world again. It's no big deal now, he never had to much success at doing it." He only killed me once and that didn't last too long. Not that I was going to tell the Halliwells that little fact.
"Wait but what happened to Whats-his-face?" I laughed out loud.
"Funny you should call him that because most of the wizarding world was afraid to say his name so they started to call him He-who-must-not-be-named and You-know-who. It got horrible confusing after a while. Stupid if you ask me." They were giving me weird looks, but I ignored them.
"You still haven't answered my question."
"I know, it just...it's a tricky one. The easiest way to explain it is to say I somehow rebounded the curse back at him and destroyed his body and that his soul split and escaped."
"When you say his soul split?" Chris asked, I just sighed.
"That would be the hard part. At the time he was using magic to become immortal, so to speak. He did that by splitting pieces of his soul off and forcing them into objects of importance to him. They're called Horcruxes. It's disgusting, foul thing to do. To split your soul in half is horrendous but multiple times." I pulled a face at the thought of doing it. I was trying now not to give away too much detail so it wouldn't get to complicated.
"So how many did he make? Wyatt asked curiously
"Six originally but he made a seventh one by accident."
"How do you accidentally split your soul?" Piper asked sounding absolutely appalled.
"It's hard to explain, even Voldemort didn't know he made another..." I looked around at them, they were hanging off my every word. I panicked.
"...look I really don't want to talk about..."I could feel my anxiety rising, taking about the war was setting me back almost a year of progress. The mind healer I was forced to see while recovering from the war had told me I should be seeing a shrink regularly to get help. But I couldn't see the point I wasn't about to go blabbing all my feeling out to some random that I had to pay to complain to. My breathing was picking up and my heart was racing fast.
"... I think I need some air." I managed to gasp out as I rushed out the room.
Chris POV
As soon as the kitchen door shut Wyatt finally lost it.
"They where abusing him! Those god damn sons of bitches where hurting him! Did you see him he's a freaking twig." He shouted pacing the room.
"And you!" he shouted pointing at me.
"You punched him, you hurt him! Didn't you see the look on his face." I gritted my teeth and glared.
"I apologized for it, didn't I. God you don't think I feel bad enough already. I hate myself for that!"
"BOYS!" Mom shouted
"Enough! I can see your...there isn't a word for how you must feel right now. But Harry needs you to stop fighting for once. Maybe, hopefully we can help him." I hated being shouted at like a child but I know she was right, she always was.
"I don't trust these wizards. They seem like a bunch of jerks to me." Wyatt stated.
"There is something off about them, considering Harry lived with them for seven years and not once had he talked about any friends or the actual school." He was getting extremely worked up about this, it was almost over the top. But I guess that was his way of dealing with these types of things.
"Wy honey, I'm sure he had plenty of friends. He probably didn't have the right opportunity to talk about them yet. How about you boys go talk Harry into coming inside for breakfast finally." Wyatt started to stand but I bolted from my seat and to the door.
"I'll go!" As much as I didn't want to admit to them, I missed Harry more than they could imagine.
When I finally found Harry he was sitting on the front porch steps, head in his hands. I sat down next to him.
"How you going out here?" I asked, making him jumped slightly. There was a silent minute or two before he answered.
"Do you think they hate me?" His voice was back to a whisper, it trembled slightly as he spoke.
"Who?" I asked confused, why would anyone hate Harry?
"My parents. Would they hate me for what I've become? For what I let happen." I didn't under the full extent of what he had been thought but I answered truthfully anyway.
"I think they would be proud of you no matter what happened. You had no control on those events in your life. You did what you had to, to survive. I'm sure where ever they are they would love and miss you just as much as you miss them." He just nodded and rested his head on my shoulder.
"That's what I like to believe." He whispered again. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and hugged him awkwardly with one arm. It wasn't until I head his stomach rumble that I pulled away.
"Let's get some food. I don't know about you but I feel like I could eat half of San Francisco." He laughed quietly and followed me inside.