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Harry sat alone in the cafeteria, he was almost finished with his lunch when a kid comes over to him.
"Excuse me?" He said nervously, making Harry look up. "Do you mind sharing the table?" The boy asks nervously.
"Sure, have a seat." Harry nods, the boy sighs in relief and sets his lunch trey down before sitting down himself.
"I'm new too." He smiles a little. "But I'm nowhere near confident as you."
Harry blinked with surprise. "Why'd you say that?" He asks with surprise.
"I live right next door to you." The boy answered. "The flamingos in the front yard? Grams love those birds. Your uncle, my aunt thought he was gonna wake the dead that night."
"You were there?"
"I was!"
Harry tried to not squirm as he felt his stomach turn. "I'm sorry for the disturbance."
The boy shrugs. "Not your fault." He smiles and holds out his hand. "I'm Russell."
"Harry." The more Harry said the surname and the more everyone said it, he was getting more and more comfortable with it. "I'm Sargent Barnes' long lost son."
Russell's eyes grew. "That's why your uncle was so hot that night."
"And I'm deeply sorry for that."
Russell again shrugs. "Like I said don't be." He used his fork to stab at the meat on his trey. "My Auntie said your uncle was a bowling ball of thunder that night."
"He really does have a temper." Harry agreed with a nod. "What did your grandma have to say?"
"She enjoyed the show, even made a bowl of popcorn and brought out a lawn chair to watch. Until the police took him away."
Bucky leaned against his car, arms folded as he waited for the school bell to ring.
"Relax Buck." Steve said from the passenger seat, book in hand. "What are you so nervous for?"
"You're right." Bucky decides and moves around his car to get back in the driver seat. "He's half mine, so." He trails off as he turns to the blonde next to him.
"What are you so worried about Buck?" Steve asks, that earns him a look.
"Like I said, the kid's half mine. You remember more about my past then I do." He folds his arms. "Thanks to HYDRA."
"I don't think you have to worry about Harry."
Finally they heard the school bell.
Wanda just sat on the couch with the mail in her hands, Alpine jumped into her lap purring loudly.
Bill, junk, bill, junk and a two letters for Harry.
The front door opens and Bucky walks in carrying a bag, Harry follows him, and Steve enters lastly closing the door as he's carrying a bag of his own.
"Hey doll." Bucky leans down to kiss her gently. "How was your day?" He asks.
"It was good." She smiles. "How was the cemetery?"
"Old." He answered. "Ancient like me and Steve."
That comment made Steve snort. "Don't let Sam hear that last part." He said as he drops down in a chair next to Harry, who had quietly sat down on the ottoman in front of the big bay window.
"He is not hearing that from me." Bucky said, grabbing the other bags and moving on towards the kitchen.
Wanda rolled her eyes. "Harry." She lifts the two letters from her lap. "You got some responses." She holds up her hand and the two letters magically hop over to Harry.
"Thank you." He gently took letters. He opens the one from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Oh Harry, it's so good to hear that you’re ok! And of course I forgive you! I was so worried. Be glad I’m not lecturing you on not telling me about disappearing. I just want you to be alright and safe. There is no shame on disappearing after what happened.
The Wizarding World is pretty nasty after what happened at the Tournament. Ron says his dad said the government is tearing itself apart from within. It’s split right down the middle! Half is siding with Dumbledore, while the other half is taking Fudge’s side. I’m dreading going back to school next year, especially since you’re not returning. I would send you a copy of The Daily Prophet but there’s no news incept for both sides screaming insults at each other, it’s just slander. It’s actually frighting.
Ron asked (through Ginny) if I could come with them for the summer. But I declined. After how Ron treated us both last year. Not happening.
Best wishes, Hermione
PS, thank you for trusting me with Hedwig, she misses you. We both do. And I hope we can meet up someday.
Harry set Hermione's letter down, then opened Sirius' letter.
Pup,
You’ve had me so worried and nearly gave me a full head of grey hair. I’m so sorry Harry, I really am. I should've looked for you after the tournament. And because of my irrational behavior for chasing Peter, instead of staying with you, and giving you the warmth that you so desire and crave.
I still have never forgiven myself, and because of my mistake, you were thrown into a cold very cold home. We should’ve been a family Harry. You, me and Remus but instead our stores have given us different paths. And that fault, is mine, Pup.
Wherever you are, the Magic Coven you spoke of, I hope they’re cherishing and providing for you. Cedric’s death has only proven we have no real control over what happens in the way of magic. His death is not your fault, Harry. I know you’re trying to blame yourself what happened to him. But don’t.
I love you, Harry,
Sirius