Harry Potter and The Savior of The Wands

Chapter 2: So, he's very weird

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Five years and two months later... September 30^th, 2035

Serena plopped herself over the couch, exhausted. She needed some rest. She had worked all Saturday morning settling down in her new apartment. Four months ago, she had got promoted and she was now the administrator of 'The Chicks'. She saved enough money during these four months to rent a little apartment that was also very close to her work.

She and Harry had moved in this morning, but being just a five-year-old, Harry had quickly run out of the building to meet his new neighbors. So, Serena was stuck all alone to unpack.

Suddenly, the bell rang. She came to the door and saw a very tall, black man. He was about twenty-five years old. He was with a black woman that looked very pretty. She was also around twenty-five. She had a lemon pie in her hands.

"Hello, my name is Adrienne, and this is my husband Adam. We are your new neighbors. We just heard someone was moving in and we decided to pay a visit. Is it a good time? We can help you unpack".

The woman said this so fast that Serena just blink and answered: "Hi! Oh, yes, of course you can come in. My name is Serena Selwyn".

"Nice to meet you Serena" Adrienne smiled back. "So, you came here on your own?"

"With my five year old son, Harry. I guess he's already meeting new neighbors."

They chatted along for a while. Serena soon learned that she had many things in common with Adrienne. Adam excused himself and went back to their apartment after a few hours of girl-chat.

While they were in the middle of a very interesting make-up related conversation, the door opened widely and Harry came in running. He had tears in his eyes. "Harry, dear, what happened?" Serena yelped worriedly.

He was sobbing with such strength that the words were barely understandable. "The...kids...they...I...I didn't know...they...they said...bad things...to me..."

"What?! What did they say to you, love?!"

"They... said I was a... a... a weirdo... they told me to get lost..."

Serena and Adrienne exchanged a look of pure compassion. "Oh, sweetie, don't listen to them, they know nothing... you're very special to me. It's not true...".

What Serena didn't know, is that this event would be the starting to a chain of very unpleasant events related to her son that would haunt her during the following twelve years of her life.

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Five years later... September 17^th, 2040

"I just don't think I can hold it any longer, you know, it's everywhere I go. It's starting to haunt my dreams. I swear, I don't know what's wrong with my boy."

"I see your point, Serena. I've never actually met Harry, but for what you tell, there's surely something. Have you tried therapies?"

"Hell, yes. I've taken him to psychologists, psychiatrists, doctors; even I've taken him to those Buda naturists! And no one can figure out what's wrong!"

"But, what are his symptoms? I mean, what's strange about his behavior?"

"I don't know!!!! Really, I don't! He's just... well, weird. That's what everyone says but I don't think I see it. I just see him like my little boy, you know, I don't see anything wrong about him! And no one seems to be able to explain to me what is wrong. I just don't see it. And I'm afraid I never will. And by so, I'll never be able to help him to have a normal life! But it's all I want. All I want is my Harry to be normal."

"Did you bring him?"

"Yes, he's outside, waiting".

"What did you tell him?"

"Well, I told him he'd be meeting a nice lady called Argo that would ask him some questions".

"You didn't tell him I was your therapist".

"No"

"Good. Bring him in, then."

Serena stood up and opened the wooden door. A ten-year-old boy was trembling there, sitting alone in a chair. He had raven black hair (just like his dad, Serena used to think) and emerald green eyes. He used glasses. He looked a lot like his mom except for the hair color. He was very short and skinny, so he looked younger than what he really was.

"Harry, dear, come here." The tiny boy stood up, still shivering, and entered the very elegantly decorated room.

"Serena, I'll ask you to please leave while I talk to your son".

Serena obeyed and waited outside. After about twenty minutes, Argo opened the door. She stepped out, followed by little Harry. Argo had an uncertain expression written all over her delicate features, and had narrowed her eyes at the sight of Serena.

She spoke very deeply and slowly. "I can't have you as a patient anymore, Miss Selwyn. I hope you'll understand. Good luck with your son".

"What?! But, Argo, you've been my therapist for over two years by now! You can't dismiss me like that! What's wrong?! Is it because of Harry?!" "Look, don't ask any questions, just don't come by again." That's all Argo said before she closed the door to her office.

"Mummy? Mummy, what's wrong? What did I do?"

Serena saw tears welling up on her son's eyes, and she quickly hugged him and said: "Nothing, sweetie. Don't worry, you did nothing."

Serena and Harry were walking through a very dark alley that would lead them home. Suddenly, out of the shadows, the figure of a very old man with a long, white beard and long, white hair wearing some kind of purple robe approached. Serena whirled around to face him and gaped.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Come with me". That was the only thing he said.

"Wh-what?" Serena questioned him with her eyes.

"Come with me," he repeated.

"Look, tell me what do you want or I'll scream so loud that the police is going to run over here and arrest you for harassment!" she howled at him.

"Come with me. I'm going to help your son".

At the sound of this, Serena immediately winced. "What??"

"Come with me". And this time, she did.

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