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Charles was scared.
What he was told and what he believed in all his life, was a lie. He was not the real boy-who-lived, he was not the chosen one, he did not stopped Voldemort, he-he was nothing.
He didn't know what to think, he felt numb, his racing thoughts and brain not yet catching up with his body.
He could see his mother's anger and sadness, sadness for what? He wondered, and his father's shock along with the other members of the order, whose faces were consumed with fear. Then a thought hit him, if he wasn't the one to defeat the dark lord, then who did? It was a second later when his god-father voiced his thoughts. Headmaster Dumbeldore sigh " I believe the real boy-who-lived is James's and Lily's eldest and first born son" the very old wizard said, his grandfatherly voice taking the slightest cherry tone after all, there were many things he knew and many other things he didn't know, yet this was something he can give an answer to. "Harry..." Lily whispered, feeling tears welling in her unusually dull green eyes, her baby, her precious baby. She could feel the order's members staring at her, some with pity, some with sympathy, some with unreadable and blank faces but she didn't care for them as sobs wrecked her body, she was shaking so hard she could barely feel the arms of her husband wrapping around her. "Shh it's ok lil's" James whispered to his wife, hugging her tightly to his chest as she sobbed for her's dead son, their baby he thought and barely chocked down his own sob, fourteen years and he's still wondering if his son is really dead or not. "Then we have no hero" James replied bitterly "my eldest son is dead" he spit out as if the words were venom in his mouth. "That is where you're mistaken my boy" Dumbeldore's voice draw everyone's attention while James's and Lily's heads snapped to his direction.
"Harry potter is alive" the aged wizard said "and he's here in Britain".
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