Chapter 2

My son's a what?

7 years, it has been seven year's since my son and I had moved to Charming. Things have been going great, bussniess was busy and Jax and Opie joined us in '99. Little Kenny Winson came along in the May of '96 and is sister Elli followed a year later in the June. Piney thought it was only right that the small family was complete and allowed Opie to marry Donna 2 months after their youngest was born. Jax is still single after the break-up with his ex who left for Med school. Everyone else was the same as always except my son.

We are currently standing in the clubhouse not only trying to calm little Harry down but also figure out how he is doing it. The "IT" being the flying funiter, smashing glasses, destroyed books and rattling of walls, and in the middle of it all is my son as he throws the biggest temper tantrum I've ever seen. All this over a mini Moto, damm Opie for buyin Kenny one.

"Okay, okay you can get the damm thing. Just stop whatever it is you are doing." I shouted at the boy. Suddenly everything fell to the floor as Harry smiled.

"Thanks Da." He said before skipping out the room. The boy's and I took in the damage of the main room. Bottles, glasses and windows were smashed all over, books and paperwork scattered and ruined and the funiture lay crumpled in heaps around the floor. As I was about to say something two pops were heard from behind us. Quick as a flash every gun in the room was pointed at the noise. Two people stood there, seemenly coming from no-where. The woman looked to be in her late 40's to early 50's. she had her brown and gray hair in tight no-nonsens bun. Her face was soft but serious and her eyes held a warmth that only a mother could have. She seemed to be wearing some kind of odd tarten dress.

The man with her was around my own age, with limp black greasy hair that sat above his shoulders. His nose was crooked, clearly from being broken and his eyes were as black as night. He had on some sort of long black trench coat that came to his ankles.

"Merlin, one 8 year old boy did this" The woman said in a strong scottish accent.

20 minutes earlier.

Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, Scotland

Headmasters Office.

Third person P.O.V

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (first class), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot was sitting in his office at Hogwarts going over the teachers seaquales for september when the trinket on the right hand side of his desk started to beep.

'How odd, that hasn't made a peep since I dropped the boy with his relitives.' He thought as he picked it up and activated it.

'I always knew the boy would be powerful.' He thought as he watched young Harry destroy a room. The GPS charm kicked in and showed the little one to be in Charming, Carlifornia, USA.

'Well, I'll have to send someone to check on the boy.' With that last thought, Dumbledore got up to floo Minerva and Severus.

Once both teachers were in his office he started to speak.

"Minerva, Severus, I have some news about the Potter boy. It would seem he is no longer living with his relitives" He said in a grave voice, while inside he was seething that the Dursleys would allow someone to take his weapon when he was paying them a generous amount each month to 'care' for him. Even if the money was coming from the barts vaults.

"What do you mean Albus? Where is he then" Minerva asked.

"It would seem that young Harry finds himself in America." Albus said with his head down to hide his grimce at using the boys name.

"I was hoping the two of you could go and cheak on him. Bring him back to his relitives. My source has said that the boys magic is currently going haywire." I informed them.

"Of course Albus, we'll go now." Minerva said, Severus sneered at the woman but didn't protest.

"Thank you both. Here are his co-ordinets." Albus said handing over the details and watching as both left to check on the boy.

Back to Present.

Charming

Sons clubhouse.

Chibs P.O.V

"Who are you? And what do you want with ma son?" I snarled at the pair. It was clear they were here for Harry after the woman's comment. The pair turned to look at us and the guns for the first time.

"Oh my. You have nothing to fear. We just want to talk and ensure the boy is safe." The woman said.

"Me-me, is that you?" Gemma said as she pushed her way in front of us.

"Gem? Dear Merlin, it's been too long." The stranger said.

"24 years. Boy's put them down. They won't hurt us. This Minerva McGonagall. She's Jax godmother. What brings you here?" Gemma said in one breath. As we all lowered our wepon's I saw Jax staring at the woman he'd never met and was just told was his godmother. As the woman went to speak, Clay spoke over her.

"Gem, maybe some explaintion please" He said.

"Oh right, Minerva and I were best friends growing up. We would meet in Belfast during the summer and write to each other through the year while she went to a boarding school in Scotland. She's Tommy's old lady. We haven't seen or spoken since Jax was christened and she took a job teaching at her old school." Gemma explained.

"Okay, still don't explain why she is here now or how she knew it was Harry that destroyed the place." I said

"Oh, I'll take it from here dear."Minerva said.

"You know who I am, this here is a colleege Severus Snape. We are here to talk about young Harry and what he did today. We are also to ensure he is safe and taken care of, if not we have to take him back to England." She continued

"Well I'm Filiph Telford, legally Harry's father and you want be taken ma son anywhere. So if that is you're goal you can leave now." I said with a glare to them.

"We asure you , we have no intention of taking the boy from you. We just have to make sure the brat is safe, he is after all very important to our world." Snape sneered

"You're world? Wait. . what did you call ma son?" I took a step towards the dark man before Minerva stepped infront of him.

"Excuse him, he's not the nicest of men. what do you know of magic?" She asked me.

"Magic? are you for real?" She nodded her head before taking a stick and with a wave the room we had forgotten about was back to normal.

"Magic is very real and you're son is one of the most powerful of us not to mention famous. We live in hidden communities all over the world and only tell non-magic folk or Muggles if they are raising a magical child, like yourself." Minerva expained.

"Okay so what? You want to take him away?" I asked fearing the loss of my son.

"No, no of course not. I can see the love you hold for the boy and that the rest of you're family feel the same. I won't be taking Harry anywhere, I promise you. There is however somethings that you need to know." Nodding my head I indicated for her to continue.

"As I said before Harry is very prowerful. He is famous for defeating a Dark Lord and being the only one to survive the Killing Curse. He was only 15 months old at the time..."

"Wait, I adopted Harry at 15 months old. How is that possible?" I asked

"Harry's parents were killed on the 31st of October 1995. Harry was taken to his muggle relitives that night, we still believed him to be there until he showed his magic." Snape said.

"Okay, well I adopted Harry on the 2nd of November after finding him locked in a car in a pub parking lot while his fat uncle and horrid family ate their wieght in food. They said how they didn't want the "freak" and he should have died with his parents." I informed them, after they got over there shock Minerva continued.

"Well, that will be looked into. As I was saying he was only 15 months old at the time and no-one knows how he did it but the Dark Lord disapperared. I use this word as many believe he is not yet dead as the prophosy made about the two is still vaild. Had the Dark Lord died then it would become void. Now when Harry is 11 he will be invited to attend our school in Scotland, he may also get invites to the school here in America but as his birth parents paid Harry's touition when he was born I don't see how he can't attened Hogworts."

I listened to what she said but couldn't get over the fact that in a few year's my son would have to go to a boarding school for magic. I nodded my head to the silence and Minerva continued talking.

"Excellent, now as Harry lives so far from the school you will be provided with a portkey to take you to the platform in kingscross station where Harry can board the train with the other students. If both yoursef and Severus agree I would like for us to come and vist and help catch Harry up on what he would have learned so far had he been raised by his birth parents?" As both of us agreed she smiled at us.

"Wonderful, now we will have to put some wards around you're home and clubhouse to stop anyone with harmful intentent towards Harry from entering. They won't interfere with either you're bissnuess or you're home. They are just some protection wards and the Muggles won't see them."

"I'll do anything to keep ma boy safe, if that's alright with you boss?" I asked the last bit to Clay as it was his garage.

"If it keeps Harry safe then I don't see why not. He's family and we protect our own." Clay said. At his approvle the magic folk got set on the wards and Gemma and the girls started making some dinner. After the wards where done I spoke with Severus.

"Could you tell me why Harry's magic only just showed?" I asked the man.

"It could be a defeanse thing." he said. At my odd look he continued

"Even though Harry was young he did witness his mothers death. His magic may have stopped showing as a way to defend himself. Accidentle magic shows with high bursts of negitive emotion. If Harry hasn't shown alot of negitive emotion then it's common for his magic to not show. It can also show through fear or high positive emotion but that is less common. If his magic was trying to protect him then it wouldn't show when he was happy. I knew Harry before his parents passed and I know that he started showing magic at 4 months. This is young for our world, normally magic is dorment until around the age of 1 and then they will start with small things such as summoning the toys or bottles." The man explained. I nodded and started walking away. Severus grabbed my arm and pulled me to a dark corner.

"What?" I asked.

"You may not believe me but I must tell you for Harry's safety. It is not the Dark lord you must fear, He never went after the Potters. Dumbledore the headmaster of Hogwarts was the one to kill them. Tom, the Dark Lord, went to help."

"Why would he go to help if there was a profacy stating Harry was his downfall?" I asked in disblief.

"Lily, Harry's mother, everyone thought her to be a muggle-born, a witch born to muggle parents, this wasn't true. Lily was the daughter of the Dark Lord. She was kidnapped as a baby and placed with people Dumbledore knew. I was Lily's best friend growing up and went she fell in love with Harry's father she begged me to help her find a way for his parents to allow them to wed. I took her for an inheritene test that showed her real parents and blood status. Tom loves his daughter and his grandson. He wouldn't do anything to hurt them. Dumbledore didn't want Harry to grow up knowing he would be more powerful than him."

"And yous want me to send my son the school that is run by the man that killed his parents and wants him dead?" I asked in disblief.

"He will not harm Harry now. When he shot the killing curse at young Harry, the child was able to deflect it. Tom had rushed into the room in an attempt to save his grandson and the curse hit him. It didn't kill him though and dumbledore now knows that the only way to get rid of Tom is for Harry to kill him. He may put Harry through extra training but I will not allow the child to be harmed and I will protect him with my life. I swear it to you." I looked into the man's eyes and saw the honesty there. I nodded my head.

"Why do you care for him so much?" I asked

"Lily was like a sister to me. She helped me through the darkest of times and I wasn't there to protect her when she needed me. I swore to protect her son and I will." With that he walked over to the table to speak with Minerva.

Explaining things to Harry at dinner was a lot easier. He accepted it easily and with childish wonderment. He never once stopped asking question but also swore that he wouldn't tell or talk about it to anyone but the people in room. The wonders of child innocence.