Before we begin this chapter, I'd just like to point out that the reasoning for the first few chapters being basically the same is because we were initially replacing the old chapters with the revised. So, as of "The Kidnapping" you will start seeing the increasing number of changes to the story!

Chapter Two: Homecoming

When we were found, there were some questions raised about our disappearances and how we managed to survive the accident. It was hard to answer without details that would reveal the truth about what actually happened. A few days from now we'll be on the news, and I can see the headline already...

"Oliver Queen is alive! The Starling City resident was found by fishermen in the North China Sea just five days ago. It's been five years since he was presumed dead following the accident that claimed the Queen's Gambit. Queen was a regular tabloid presence and fixture on the club scene. Before his disappearance, he was acquitted of assault stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi. His father, Robert Queen, who was also on board, was officially confirmed to have lost his life that fateful night. We also received word that Queen was not alone when he was rescued, being accompanied by a teenager. As of right now there is no word on whether or not the teen was a passenger on the Queen's Gambit when it went down."

"Thirty percent of Oliver's body is covered in scar tissue; second degree burns on his back and arms. X-rays show at least twelve fractures that never properly healed." the doctor explained as Moira Queen stood outside the hospital room glancing towards the sight of her son standing in front of the window looking out into Starling City, with the young man standing beside him.

"Has he... has either one of them said anything about what happened?"

"No, they've barely said anything."

"The one in there with Oliver, how is he?"

"He's an entirely different story than Oliver. Forty percent scar tissue, similar burns. There's scar tissue ranging back further than five years which given his age gives me the idea that perhaps his guardians were abusive. He was barely willing to give us his first name."

"What is it?" Moira asked softly, noting how the teen was around the same age as Thea.

"Harry." The doctor paused for a moment as Moira's eyes went back to her son. "Moira, you might want to prepare yourself. The Oliver you lost may not be the one that they found."

The door was slightly open, and Harry's head tilted at the mention of his abusive guardians. A thought popped up in his head that was similar to the one he had when Robert said he appeared to be in good hands. If only you knew.

Moira stepped into the room and saw how the two were next to each other. Regardless of the fact she only had one son, she couldn't help but think about how they seemed like brothers when they were together. The two had their hair cut when they got to shore, Oliver now having short hair with it being slightly spiked in the front. Harry's was a little longer than Oliver's, with the sides and back shortened to about an 1/8th of an inch with the top being long enough to cover his scar when it was laid down. They were wearing matching clothes, a grey t-shirt with blue sweats, attire they'd been given upon reaching the hospital.

"Oliver?" she called his name out weakly, the slight catch in her breath noticeable as Harry moved his eyes over to Oliver. He softened immediately at the sound of her voice, and slowly turned to meet Moira. His eyes were watery, and the often-tempered glare he had was gone. From the hardened survivor to a son reuniting with a loved one within a split second. Nobody else would have noticed the shift in tone except for Harry.

"Mom..." the word came out soft like a whisper, yet raspy as if he hadn't said a word in years. The smile Moira gave could have melted an iceberg as Harry kept his body turned away, watching from the corner of his eye. To anyone who might have looked at him, they would have thought Harry was still looking out the window, but in truth he never took his eyes off of them.

Moira walked over to meet Oliver as he shuffled slowly, seemingly unsure of what to do or say. "Oh..." Moira took in his appearance for a moment as the tears started to roll. "My beautiful boy," she whimpered, pulling him into a hug that Oliver returned fiercely. Harry smiled softly, as he silently moved past them and stepped into the hallway to give them some privacy. As he shut the door, he could hear Moira say: "You're home... you're really home."

Turning away, Harry immediately took note of a phone on the wall and frowned slightly. "You promise?" the young witch's voice echoed in the back of his mind for just a split second.

Sorry, but that's one promise that'll stay broken.

He was about to walk away when he heard the door open behind him and out came Oliver. "Hey, where are you going?" he asked with a soft smile.

"I was going to give you some time alone with her."

"There'll be plenty of time for that later. Come on." Oliver motioned with his head, as Harry nodded and followed him back into the room. "Mom, I want you to meet my friend, Harry."

The teen naturally shook her hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Queen." He wouldn't lie, Moira caught him off guard as she pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you. Thank you for taking care of Oliver."

"Least I could do. He's saved my life on more than one occasion," Harry smiled, enjoying the affection, even if it had been only for a moment. "Wouldn't have even made it to the island if it weren't for him."

"What do you mean?"

"I pulled Harry out of the water and into the lifeboat," Oliver explained. From the looks of it, Harry saw the interest in Moira's eyes perk up. The lifeboat... she's going to ask about Robert.

"Your father, did he... did he make it to the island?" she asked, the fear evident in her voice as Oliver shook his head solemnly. "Oh..."

Not alive, anyway, Harry thought to himself, that fateful gunshot echoing in the back of his head.

"He was caught in the current when it went down. We tried to save him, but he was gone before we could get to him."

As much as he knew Oliver hated to lie to his mother that way, it was better that nobody knew Robert committed suicide so the both of them could survive.

"Right..." Moira lowered her head slightly, before composing herself. "Harry, do you have anywhere to go?"

"Not really, I was just planning on staying at a hotel or something."

"You'd be more than welcome to stay with us."

"I don't want to be a bother for you guys." Harry explained, scratching his head lightly.

"You wouldn't be a bother at all. It's the least I could do for keeping an eye on Oliver all that time."

"There's plenty of space, I can guarantee that you'd have your own room." Oliver mentioned.

For a moment, Harry considered pushing against the idea, but decided against it, knowing that Oliver would have insisted.

"Only if you're sure."

Harry took one last look at the phone in the hallway and sighed. The promise was definitely going to stay broken... this was where he was going to stay.

The black car drove from Starling City to the countryside towards the great castle that was Queen Manor. Harry could see it through the window appearing on the horizon as he sat quietly beside Oliver and his mother. Moira had quickly become fond of Harry once he had opened up a little bit much to Oliver's encouragement. As the car stopped and they got out, Harry took a good view of the Manor and smirked lightly. It wasn't as grand as Hogwarts, but it was still impressive.

Harry and Oliver each grabbed their belongings out of the trunk, a long wooden suitcase with Mandarin lettering on them, hiding the contents they had secretly brought with them to the city. They entered the home, with Harry paying attention to his brother's reactions.

Oliver was in awe of finally being home, trying to see what was different from the memories he had. "Your room is exactly how you left it; I never had the heart to change a thing." Moira said as Oliver set his suitcase down beside him. "Harry, I'll show you to your room here in just a couple minutes."

Harry nodded, not saying a word. He was just taking every detail in of the Manor, and couldn't help but smile. For it being a mansion, it didn't feel empty at all. It actually felt like a home. It reminded him of a very distant memory from when he was a baby, a faint sensation that he couldn't quite place.

"Oliver!" a gruff voice called out, bringing Harry out of his thoughts as Walter Steele came into view from the other room. "It's damn good to see you." Oliver eyed him curiously, with a distance Harry understood far too well. "It's Walter."

"Honey, you know Walter, he's your father's old business partner." Moira smiled, as Harry tried to hide the small scowl he had just formed. Old business partner? Why not try your husband, Moira?

He could see the wedding band on Walter's finger, and Oliver had clearly seen it as well. "Hmmph," Oliver chuckled lightly. "Sorry, it's been a while. It's good to see you too Walter."

Oliver smirked, belying the resentment he had for Walter marrying Moira. Even if they hadn't said anything, the last time Oliver had managed to come to Starling City following his time in Hong Kong he had found it out the hard way. "Walter, this is Harry."

Walter turned to look at Harry who just waved. "How do you two know each other?"

"We were on the island together." Oliver explained as the sound of a door shutting upstairs caught his attention and he moved past the others. Harry followed Oliver's eyes to the stairs.

"Oliver, did you hear that?" Moira asked. Oliver stopped at the bottom of the stairs as a dark brunette girl wearing a teal shirt and jeans appeared.

"Hey sis," Oliver smiled as the girl charged down the stairs and enveloped him into a hug.

"I knew it! I knew you were alive!"

"You were with me the whole time," Oliver sighed as Harry watched from the other side of the room. So, that's Thea? She looks about my age, really pretty too.

If it were under any other circumstances, a normal teenager might have been nervous at the sight of a beautiful girl, but Harry wasn't your normal teenager. In fact, he wasn't even remotely phased.

The initial reunion over, and a couple more introductions (god Harry hated those) out of the way, Moira showed Harry to his room. It was bigger than he had expected, as he sat down on the bed and laid down. He felt a strange sense of comfort, one he normally never felt. It was like he was home, even though he couldn't call the Manor that just yet.

Turning his head towards the nightstand, he noticed a phone. Oliver must have had someone put that there for him. Sitting back up, Harry peeled his shirt off revealing a large tattoo on his upper back of a pentagram surrounded by fire in between his shoulder blades, with tribal wings flaring onto them. It had been a gift a couple years prior, a sign of protection from evil. Harry always smirked at that idea. He didn't need protection from evil; evil needed protection from him.

The scars across his torso caught his attention for a moment, as Harry sighed contently at the sight. He had no reason to hate or be ashamed of them. They were a part of him, and he wouldn't change a thing about them. Just like the tattoos, they were a part of who he was. The Bratva tattoo on his left pectoral, or the sleeve on his right forearm. They all told a story of who he was, and the scars were a part of that story.

Harry put his dirty shirt into the hamper and proceeded to walk over to the window and dropped to the floor, doing push-ups until he couldn't anymore. It was the only way he could fall asleep easily. His body was always so full of energy that in order to fall asleep he needed to exhaust himself. After only god knows how long, Harry laid down on the cold hard floor, smiled as he propped a pillow beneath his head and dozed off into a peaceful sleep.