GoodMorning/GoodAfternoon/GoodNight everybody out there in FanFiction land. Please don't be mad at me for not updating the story, I have a very good excuse...well I believe its a good excuse. Anyway long story short...SORRY! I've finally decided to reveal who the main pairing for the story is in this chapter! I've not got much to say today, but the next chapter is half written already! i just have to get off me ass and actually finish it!

Warnings...Swearing...Slash! Ummm yeah thats about from me...ENJOY the chapter, it was my favourite to write so far!

Harry POV

Over the next couple of weeks I kept in close contact with the Halliwells, visiting them every other day. It was a different feeling for me, the feeling that someone wanted to keep me in their company for no other reason than they liked me for me. It felt unfamiliar but I had to admit I was loving it.

It had been almost 2 months since Wyatt had stepped into my coffee shop. I was feeling the best I had in years. The almost sickly appearance I carried around with me was fading. I looked almost healthy. Even thought I would always be short, I was better than ever.

It was 8pm when I swapped shifts with one of the girls Laura that I finally finished work. I walked down the street humming a tune that even I wasn't sure of, as I crossed the street in the direction of my apartment. As soon as I stepped up the curb I knew something was wrong. I scanned the area everything seemed normal. Nothing looked out of the ordinary.

But that didn't mean something wasn't wrong, I got these feelings all the time during the war. I continued on with caution down the street until I got to my apartment. My stomach was tying its self in knots with anxiety.

Everything up to my apartment was normal but as soon I saw my door I went straight to battle mode, just like I had been trained to do. The door was wide open, obviously forcefully opened. I cautiously entered the front room everything was thrown around and out of place. I crept from room to room, wand in hand searching for anything out of the ordinary that could have been in my apartment. All rooms where void of humans and wizards alike, but I could tell the rooms had been searched.

I could hear my heart in my ears and I tried to calm down after the initial shock of finding my apartment in such a state. As I deemed my house safe for the time being I made my way to the kitchen to make myself a coffee in hopes of calming myself down. As I entered the kitchen I noticed something different, something that wasn't on my table when I left for work this morning.

A letter.

I walked over to the table and looked down at the letter. It was addressed to me , in the way only wizards would do. The I know where you live and sleep way, in my opinion totally creepy. I picked it up with shaky hands, who would be writing to me? I didn't tell anyone where I was going, nor did anyone care. Flipping over the letter my breath hitched and my anxiety was increased tenfold.

On the back of the letter was the Ministry of Magic seal. If I had learnt anything from my time in the wizarding world it was that when the Ministry gets involved with something, everything falls to shit.

With shaky hands I ripped open the seal and pulled the letter out of the envelope. As I read the letter my heart dropped into my stomach, why couldn't they just leave me alone?

My grip on the letter tightened as I reread it again and again.

After what seemed like eternity my body and mind seemed to function again. Jamming the letter into my front pocket I began to gather my most important possessions together. Although my body was acting calm my mind was moving a mile a minute. I was panicking, I needed to leave fast!

If they found me I was majorly screwed.

I left my apartment not bothering to lock it. It wasn't going to stop anyone from getting in if they really wanted to. I began walking down the street, not daring to apperate just incase they where trying to track me through my magic.

Almost 2 hours later my feet had bought me back to the Halliwells manor. I slowly walked up the stairs and knocked on the front door. After a few minutes I knocked again, maybe they didn't hear me. Or maybe they don't want you here a voice inside my head yelled at me. I ignored the voice in favor of knocking again. Maybe they weren't home, yeah they must be out. I slid down to the ground leaning against the door and waited.

Chris POV

It wasn't until 2am that Wyatt and I got home. We had been out most of the day running errands, after that mum had called and asked us for help at P3. Normally I wouldn't be allowed to help out behind the bar but she had been absoultey desperate tonight. It wasn't until I had made it up to the front porch did I see a small figure huddled against the front door. Wyatt was the first to react; he strode forward and made to shake the person awake. I managed to grab his arm at the last minute, finally recognizing whom it was. It only too a few second for Wyatt to catch on who it was as well.

" Why is Harry sleeping against the front door?" Wyatt asked. I had to agree I had no idea either. What was he doing sleeping on our front porch in the middle of the night? Wyatt reached forward and gentally tapped him on the shoulder. Harry bolted up and awake, backing away from us quickly. It took him a good few minutes to finally calm down and even then he still looked as terrified as ever.

"Hey Harry, what's up?" Wyatt asked casually as if the last 5 minutes never happened. Harry just looked around fearfully before answering quietly.

"Can we go inside please?"

"Yeah, sure thing." I answered slightly confused. I unlocked the front door and lead everyone the lounge room. I watched Harry in silence for a few minutes, his eyes where watching everything in the room all at once. His bottom lip was getting a good gnawing and every so often his hands would run through his hear and attempt to flatten it down around his forehead.

"Something's wrong." I started, it wasn't a question. he just nodded and began to rummage through his pockets until he pulled out an extremely crumpled letter. He then passed it over to Wyatt who was sitting near him.

Wyatt flipped the envelope over to open but pause to stare at the seal at the back.

"Who's the Ministry of Magic?" he asked

"It's like the wizarding government." Harry replied in a whisper. Wyatt just nodded and continued opening the letter. Once opened he began to read out loud.

Mr potter

We regret to inform you that on the 3rd day of March the warrant for your arrest was passed. You have until the end of this current week to hand yourself into the appropriate authorities. Upon your incarceration you shall be charged with one count of Manslaughter of one Mr Tom Riddle. You shall receive life in Azkaban for your crime. If you don not turn yourself over to the authorities we will be forced to retrieve you by force. Upon that you will the Dementors kiss.

Kind Regards

Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shackelbolt

There was a quiet pause as the meaning of the letter sank in.

"What the FUCK!" Wyatt yelled

"But Tom Riddle, wasn't he the 'dark lord' that they where trying to kill?" I asked. Harry just nodded, then went back to pacing the living room.

"But he tried to take over the world, he killed thousands of people!" I exclaimed trying to find the logic in it.

"And apparently they forgave him!" Harry shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

"I mean he only killed the majority of a generation. Why wouldn't they forgive someone for that. I mean they only practically begged me to kill him! Yes! Lets get the teenaged orphan to kill the big bad dark lord, no one will care if he gets killed or hurt. We can just get rid of him after! No big deal!" He finished ranting and collapsed back onto the couch.

"No big deal my ass" Wyatt shouted

"That's complete bullshit! Who the fuck does that? What gives them the right to decide whether someone should live or die!"

"That's how it's always been." Harry answered sadly

"As soon as someone gets to powerful they freak out and BAM! Public enemy number one!"

Harry POV

Chris got up from where he sat sitting and walked over until he was sitting in front of me.

"We'll stop them you know." He stated. I stood up in front of him and stood up at my full height.

"You wouldn't. You'll get hurt. It would put everyone in danger." Wyatt scoffed at this.

"We're strong together, they don't stand a chance." As confident as he was I wasn't going to let the only family I have let get hurt because of me.

"I wont let you." I stated stubbornly.

"I came to say goodbye, they know where I live. Its not safe here anymore." I turned on my heels and began to walk away, my breathing was becoming harder but I wasn't going to show weakness and cry.

"God damn it Harry! Get your ass back here NOW! This conversations isn't over!" I flinched at the tone of Chris's voice.

"Yes we are. I wont let you and your family get hurt for no reason!" Chris laughed bitterly.

"God you really don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?" I asked confused

"You really don't think that you are worth saving? Because I know that personally I would jump in front of a bullet for you." I frowned, maybe I didn't get it

"That's stupid, why would you do that?"

"Why is that stupid? Because I care about you!" I did a double take.

"You care?"

"God harry are you that oblivious." He asked taking a step towards me. I scrunched my face up in concentration.

"I don't get it." Chris took a deep breath like he was trying to calm himself down. He took a step forwards until his feet where almost touching mine.

Next thing I knew Chris's lips had collided with mine

I stiffened at first, tensing up at the sudden contact. But as Chris's arm wrapped around waist and pulled me closer I couldn't help but melt into the kiss. I moved my lips along with his until we had to break apart for a breath.

"Truly?" I asked out of breath. Chris wouldn't be that cruel, would he? He laughed still out of breath.

"Silly Harry, truly." With that answer I stepped forward, standing on the tips of my toes I pressed a kiss to his lips. My arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around my waist. I moaned into the lip when is tongue started to stroke my lips asking for entrance. Our tongues fought for dominance of the kiss, I vaguely registered another presence in the room but I brushed it off as unimportant. Eventually we broke off again but instead of stepping away this time, I stayed wrapped in Chris's arms my head resting on his chest.

The blissful silence that followed the kiss was amazing. It made me feel warm all over and made me feel loved like I hadn't in many years. I sighed in complete contentment as I rested my head against Chris listening to his heart. Reluctantly I pulled away.

"Awww no don't move I have to get a photo!" A familiar voice squealed. Both Chris and my heads snapped up and back into reality. Piper and Leo stood in the doorway looking somewhat smug. I could feel my face glowing a fierce shade of red and Chris wasn't to far off the same. I buried my head into Chris's chest again as he glared at his parents.

"What the heck guys!" He exclaimed

"Don't be like that Chris honey, its nothing to be embarrassed about." I peaked my head out from Chris's chest. Not actually the reaction I was expecting. Uncle Vernon was always complaining about same sex couples and how unnatural it was. Especially after meeting one of Dudley and my teachers at school who was gay. After reacting and shouting for what seemed like an hour he finally left and forbade Dudley and myself from ever going to his class again.

"Really?" I asked turning around to face them.

"Of cause Harry, why would you think we wouldn't support you to?" I thought about it for a second before answering.

"But Uncle Vernon said that..." A finger was pressed against my lips.

"Since when has your uncle ever said anything that was true?"

"Yes, but he said…" I was cut off again.

"Your uncle was wrong." I bit my lip unsure on what to say.

"You know you look adorable when you pout like that." Chris teased as he lent forward and kissed me again. I automatically melted into the kiss. As he pulled back Chris whispered into my ear.

"Now who are you going to trust more? Me or your uncle?" We both knew the answer but it was all just reassurance.

"You." I whispered before pecking Chris on the lips.

"You know what, I believe your aunt Paige owes me 50 bucks." I heard Piper butt in.

"God! Are you two still here." Chris whined. I chuckled at his sounding like a child again.

"Well at least Wyatt had the decency to leave." I commented

"Yeah where is Wyatt?" Chris asked looking around the room.

Wyatt POV

As I watched Chris press his lips to Harrys I saw red. It took all my strength and control not to rip Christopher off my Harry and claim him as my own. How dare he! Harry was MINE! Ever since I was little I was obsessed with Harry. I kept it to myself, pretending to be his best friends brother. A constant person to turn to if needed. When Harry disappeared I was devastated. My Harry had disappeared, how dare he leave me! But he returned, it was brilliant I began to plan again. subtly as always no one would pick up on it. I wouldn't strike until the time was right.

As Christopher pulled my Harry into another kiss my anger got the better of me. I orbed into my favorite hunting grounds, the mazes of the underworld. Spying a group of demons close by I let rip at them. Throwing energy ball after ball at them, watching them burst into flames with a grin on my face. Sweat dripped down my forehead making my hair stick to my face as I finally finished destroying the demons. Finally orbed back to the house and into my room. I collapsed backward onto my bed with a groan. I guess I would have to come up with a more active plan of getting to be mine.