Chapter 3

11.5K 312 75
                                    

--Harry--

The guy (who kind of looked like me) apparated out of the room. The aurors start to leave the library to look around for him. I walk in front of Dad and he looks like he's in shock. Mum comes in and hugs Dad. 

"I'm just glad that Harry's safe," Mum whispers to Dad.

I notice a piece of paper lying on the floor where the guy was. I go over to it and pick it up. It was old with dust on it and a hand print form the guy who must have been holding it.  When I read it, all these memories -that I should have remembered- came back to me. I walked back to Dad and handed the letter to him.

"What's it say?" He asks me and I just look at him.

"Read it out loud." Mum says.

"Dear Mr. and Ms. Potter, I, his real aunt, will be taking your son, Perseus Potter, with me so that he can learn about his heritage and abilities. I will bring him back when he wishes to return. Thank you for taking care of him. ~H. Olympia." Mum bursts into tears and Dad runs out of the room calling the aurors, I follow behind him.

"I know who that was, he's not a threat. I'm sorry for bothering." Dad says to an auror. Other aurors walk up to Dad, wondering what he means.

"Then who was he?" An auror asks.

"He is my son."

"Harry?"

"No, my other one."

The aurors still look confused but they leave without question. Mum comes out of the library -not crying as much- and grabs Dad's shoulders.

"How can we forget about him? Our son!" She yells.

"I don't know." Dad hugs Mum and she sobs onto his shoulder. I walk past them and go back to my room. I pulls out some parchment and a quill and write a letter to Hermione and Ron about my brother. I roll up the parchment and tied it onto Hedwig -my owl- and let her out the window.

I walk back downstairs to the living room where Mum is and I sit next to her.

"Did you remember him?" She asks me.

"No." I answer. Dad comes in and sits on the other side of Mum.

"I owled Dumbledore about Perseus. He'll help us find him." Dad tells us.

"I can't believe we forgot about him." Mum mumbles and leans on Dad. 


The Forgotten OneWhere stories live. Discover now