A/N: This is also edited. I read through it and I realized that I had skipped a huge part of the story. I appoligize deeply for this, I wrote it and even I'm confused, I know what you thought now. I will be calling Harry, Harry or Celestyn and that name, Celestyn, will be explained later. Thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I just made up the other people. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.

In a living room far away, the bright light reappeared that had once surrounded Edward, Kira, and Harry previously at Private Drive. Not even glancing at their surroundings, Edward and Kira rushed up stairs with the boy, blanket and all, safely secured in Edward's hands.

As they walked up the stairs, the lights seemed to have a life of their own. As they walked hurriedly passed them, they glowed more brightly than before without a word spoken. The stairs seemed to act the same way. Instead of Edward and Kira walking up them, the stairs moved of their own accord, kind of like a muggle escalator.

They passed many doors at a run once they got off of the stairs. Sliding into one as the door opened on its own, Edward and Kira placed the boy gently on the huge bed in the middle of the room. With a moan, the poor boy shifted painfully in the bed. At first, Edward and Kira thought that he was going to awake, but with on last shift, the boy settled down in unconsciousness even more.

Edward hurried off to find some potions and bandages. He would have gone and gotten the healer in the Healing Wing, but he didn't want to waste any more time. Anyway, he was trained in the healing arts some, not extensively, but enough until the boy was settled.

At the same time Kira, stood by the boy's side deep in thought. She knew she had to wake him up sooner or later, but looking at his face, she thought better of it. Sighing, she sat down as a chair came flying out of nowhere just before she would have fallen on the ground.

The boy shifted again, but this time he didn't stop shifting. Not really knowing what was going on, Kira just sat and waited for Edward while holding the boys hand gently to give him some comfort.

Then the boy became more restless. Tossing and turning, a few words slipped through his mouth that made Kira shake in anger. Knowing that she had to wake the boy up before he hurt himself, Kira calmed herself down. She gently shook his shoulders so as not to harm him too much.

What happened next shocked Kira to her core, the boy threw himself out of the bed and crawled to the corner.

'Where did he get the strength,' Kira thought.

Hunching down, Kira crawled over to the boy, whispering soothing words just enough for the boy to hear, but not so loud as to frighten him. Slowly he calmed down enough where he wasn't cowering in fear. Sitting down slowly, Kira gently reached his hand that was down by his side and rubbed small circles on the back of it to calm him down even more.

"What's your name sweetie?" Kira asked softly. He had calmed down to the point that he was barely shaking any more.

Looking up in shock, he saw a lady that looked nothing like his Aunt Petunia. In her eyes, he could see the sincere concern in her eyes. He realized that she was not going to hurt him, and deep down inside of him he knew that she wanted to help him.

"Harry," he said quietly.

Smiling lightly, Kira replied, "Well, I'm Kira. Will you allow me to help you back to the bed? It can't be comfortable on the cold, hard stone?"

It looked like he wanted to refuse, but he slightly shook his head yes. He allowed Kira to take him by the arm, but as he stood, his knees buckled underneath him, and Kira barely had time to catch him before he hit the floor.

Kira lowered him gently to the floor, so that she could reposition him. She looked at Harry and tried to determine if she could carry his slight form back to the bed. He was so skinny that she thought she could make it easily.

Putting her hands underneath his legs and shoulder she gently picked him up. She almost dropped him in shock, he weighed absolutely nothing! Kira carried Harry to the bed and gently placed him in the middle once again.

Harry watched her intently as she took his clothes except for his boxer's so that she could see his injuries. Again she gasped in shock, he was so emancipated that you could see every rib on his bruised and bloody chest.

Silently she cursed the Dursley's in her head. Realizing that Edward was taking an awful long time, she silently cursed him too.

Looking back at Harry, she said, "Go back to sleep Harry. No one here is going to hurt you."

He nodded slightly and closed his eyes. Before she knew it, he was fast asleep. She pulled the covers up to his chin with a slight smile on her face. That was when Edward walked into the room with many things following behind him.

"Have you found out what his name is?" Edward asked.

"Yes it's Harry. He seems like such a sweet boy. He woke up monetarily, but he was so frightened. He calmed down as I talked to him. Edward, he's so thin, those people he lived with deserve to die a most painful death, and I will see to that!" Kira said in a rage.

"Calm down my Queen. Their time will come."

Slowly, Edward bent over the boy, but a force slammed into him. This force opened many unknown memories of a little boy, a boy they had lost long ago, that long ago he had store those memories away. Looking back at Harry, something awoke in him, feelings that he once felt for his son long ago. Then he realized this is his son, HIS SON!

Scanning Harry, he realized that he was in no immediate danger, but he put him into a healing sleep with a few words so that he could talk to Kira about this new development.

Walking over to Kira, he gently pulled her away from the boy so that he could talk to her.

"Kira, this is going to be a big shock, but this boy, Harry is our son. He is Celestyn," Edward said as gently as he could.

"What? Our son died 13 years ago (he is now 14, so he was one when he disappeared)! You know that!" Kira said almost hysterically. She couldn't believe what her husband had just said. Celestyn disappeared when he was one. They had not found him even though they had searched day and night for him. They searched so much, it was to the point where they both collapsed from magical exhaustion, and slept for a week. Their magic needed to replenish itself, they had almost depleted most of it.

"Kira, you know we never found anything that told us if he was either dead or alive. We never found his body which means he might still be alive. Believe it or not this boy, abused and malnourished boy, is our son that we lost 13 years ago," Edward said. He knew it would take quite a bit of convincing to get Kira to know and believe that this is their long, lost son. She sometimes had a very hard head, and you couldn't put one more new idea in that brain of hers. 'Oh boy, here we go,' he thought.

Oh boy, Edward was right. Kira started to fire questions at him without a pause, so he couldn't answer them. He didn't even know if she took a breath to breathe at first. "What are you talking about? You know he died? How do you know for sure that this boy is Celestyn? I didn't sense anything? Are you getting attached, he doesn't even look like us? Are you…"

"Honey, Kira, Honey stop. Just stop. If you want any answers, give me time to! Okay, now take a deep breath," Kira did, "and let it out. Feel better?" Kira nodded. "First question, we do not really know if our son died; we never found his body, like I said before. All we found was a couple of drops of blood. Second, I know he's our son because we have a bond, just like all of wizards of our kind do, but Dumbledore tried to blast that bond form our minds. He succeed in you but not in me; I do not know how I blocked it with how powerful he is. When I saw him, I knew it was him on sight. I felt all that love that we had for him and the longing to find him become one. And somehow I think that Celestyn knew who we were. I think that is because he let us take him with him. I think that he is one who, if he doesn't trust you, under no circumstances can you take him with you.

"All I know about it is when you get a hint that he is our son the bond will reopen." All of a sudden Kira blinked in surprise of something and something new opened in her head, "just like that. It was also instinct. When I saw him at those peoples house, something clicked like that is my son lying there battered and dying. Forth, I'm attached because HE IS OUR SON!! And now you know that he is our son now too. He doesn't look that much like… look he's waking up. Celestyn, son wake up." Edward and Kira hurried over to his bedside, Edward on one side and Kira on the other.

Celestyn's/Harry's eyes kept fluttering, trying to open up, but they were too heavy. Finally, after what seemed like a super human effort, they finally opened. As Harry/Celestyn looked up, even though his world was blurry without his glasses, he saw too menacing, well to him anyway, figures looming over him, agian.

(This point on I will call Harry, Harry until a later date, that will be explained in the future)

To Edward's surprise, but not Kira's , Harry shot up out of her bed and hurried over to the darkest corner of the room again. He huddled in fear as Edward and Kira inched closer.

Edward stopped Kira from approaching any farther. He reduced himself to as small a form as he could so that he would seem smaller and less menacing. He reached out his hand to place on his son's shoulder. Harry jerked so hard away from his hand that his already sore head hit the wall behind him. His eyes rolled up into his head and he fell into a heap onto the floor.

Both Edward and Kira just stared at each other in shock, but Kira had expected nothing less. One thought went through both of their minds…what had happened to their son?

Agasga

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