A Wizards Fairytale

Chapter 2

A few weeks later, Zana and Harry left the small countryside home they'd been renting and headed off for Greece. Before she did anything else, Zana needed to get the Head of the Kalgarias family, her Papou, to accept her petition to make Harry a Kalgarias, one of them. She had no doubt in her mind that he would. Her Papou had always doted on her, more so when her parents died during her third year at Hogwarts. Plus, she couldn't imagine anyone not liking Harry. He was the sweetest, most polite little boy you could possibly meet. There was a sad quality about him, something in the way he smiled, that made your heart bleed out to him. He was broken in the way no child should be. Zana wanted to make him strong, wanted to give him a family who would fight and even die for him. He deserved nothing less.

Zana was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt Harry stirring besides her. Despite her tireless efforts, Harry was still too skinny for her liking. Though six years old, Harry looked as though he couldn't be any older than for. "Mama?" he said groggily.

"Hey baby," she cooed gently. "Good dreams?" Harry bobbed his head yes. He looked at the window of the Muggle airplane they were in. His mama had decided to take an airplane so they could go undetected by the "crazy old coot" as she called Dumbledore. It was a private jet so that no one would gawk at Harry's scars. Harry had never been on an airplane before, but he liked it. It was just like he had seen in books and the rare glimpses of TV he got to see at Mrs. Figg's.

"Mama?" he asked again.

Zana brushed his messy black hair out of his eyes. "Yes baby?"

"Will they like me?" The question was so heartbreaking Zana almost dropped her Diet Coke. She gently grabbed her son's chin and turned it towards her, making sure he could see her eyes. Blue-green eyes met green eyes. "Harry, they will like you," she comforted. "They will love you because they will be your family, and that's what family does. They love each other."

Harry frowned. "The Dursleys were my family, and they didn't love me," he whispered, scared that they could somehow hear him. Zana felt something twist tightly in her chest. She would never forgive those awful Muggles for what they did to her son, and she would never forgive James and Lily for allowing him to be placed there.

"Harry, listen to me," she said urgently. "Those people may be related to you by blood, which is why the old coot put you there. Unfortunately, Dumbledore forgot that family isn't always the people you share blood with. Family is those you love with all your heart, those who you would die for and who would die for you." Zana paused, making sure her words for sinking in. This was an important lesson for him to learn. "The Dursleys are not your family, nor do they deserve the family. I'm your mother, and my family will be yours too. Okay?"

Harry nodded. He understood what his mother was trying to tell him. "Yes, Mama," he replied.

Zana smiled at him. Harry loved seeing his mama smile. She was so pretty. "Good boy," she praised, knowing this would earn her a smile. And it did. Harry thrived on affection, on the loving attention he had never been given, and Zana was more than willing to give it. Noticing the time, she nudged Harry. "Look out the window," she instructed. "We're home."

Harry leaned over his mother to see out the small window. She was right. As they emerged from out of the clouds and began to land, he could make out the beautiful ocean and island lined with houses. It all looked like a dollhouse from up here. Harry wished he could fly. His mama had promised she would teach him how to ride a broom soon. He couldn't wait. And so the little boy got lost in his day dreams as the plane began to land. Zana smiled. This was a new beginning.

Lily Potter sighed as she got up from her bathroom floor. She hated morning sickness. She remembered it not so fondly from when she had been pregnant with Andrew. She'd been practically glued to the toilet. With Harry, however, she'd rarely been sick. Oh, Harry... The redhead's heart hurt just thinking about her eldest son. After Voldemort's attack on their home, Dumbledore urged them to place Harry with Lily's sister and husband for safe keeping, insisting that blood wards would keep the boy safe. Both Lily and James had been reluctant to follow this advice. Lily knew her sister and how she felt about magic. Lily didn't even want to think about what Petunia would do to her son. James had been just as adamant, insisting they could protect Harry and keep him safe.