───PART OF HARRY knew that Jo and William were not his "real" family but it never stopped him from treating them as if they were. After the lamp was broken, Jo raced down the stairs to make sure that the two were alright before she noted the scene of broken glass everywhere. Harry had quickly discarded the stick in his hand to the side and placed William behind him to protect the boy from taking the blame. Jo didn't appear angry but rather confused as to what had occurred to cause the lamp to break in such a way. It looked as though it had been thrown across the room at the wall, leaving her to look at the two for an explanation.

Before William could open his mouth and claim that he had finally witnessed Harry's magic, Harry placed his hand out to stop him.

"It was my fault," Harry stated quickly, avoiding eye contact with Jo as he gave a pleading look to William to remain quiet. "William and I were playing and I lost balance. I'm still not used to the feeling of this prosthetic. Maybe I could fix it-"

"Nonsense, Harry," Jo said with a wave of her hand as her expression softened, " it was an ugly lamp anyways. I just could never bring myself to get rid of it because it had been a gift. Although it was given to me by a particularly nasty person, so I'm not sure why I felt so obligated to keep it."

She gave a shrug of her shoulders before her lips stretched into a grin, on the other hand, Harry didn't look convinced that she was actually happy to be rid of the lamp. Jo was a kind woman and never seemed to fault him for anything he did wrong while under her roof. Such as the first time that she had turned on the television in her home so that William could watch his favourite cartoons. Harry had practically climbed over the stand of the television to examine the entire set up as if he had never witnessed such a thing before.

It was like having a small child trapped in a near adult body when it came to things that most people would assume to be quite common in day to day life. Harry looked absolutely gobsmacked when he had witnessed her microwave for the first time. She would admit, only to herself, that part of her enjoyed the innocence to Harry's nature. The way he discovered things and seemed so taken by them. Often times, she had to remind herself that his situation wasn't all good.

Harry still didn't have a clue as to who he was outside of a name and there was a possibility that he came from such darkness that his mind was trying to save him the trouble of remembering. She was fearful of the day when he finally remembered something that made sense to him. She didn't know what he would remember, but once the innocence was gone, she had a feeling the freedom to be happy would go along with it.

Waving off the worry of the broken lamp, Jo told William and Harry to finish their breakfast so that they could get going. The mission of the day was to find clothing that was suitable for him to wear that would actually fit him properly. Truth be told, the clothing that had been donated to him from the hospital did nothing for the poor boy, he was practically drowning in everything he wore. Part of it seemed to be from the limited sizes of clothing, the rest was the fact that Harry had been somewhat malnourished when he came into the custody of the hospital.

That was one of the first things that doctors and even Jo had observed while he was in her care. Harry wasn't a very big eater, especially if something was on his mind. He would move the food around his plate to make it appear as though he had eaten something. However, his weight didn't lie and as Harry attempted to focus more on who he actually was, the less he focused on taking care of himself.

"You know, you should eat more," she had said to him once and it appeared as if they had been on the verge of a breakthrough as he looked up at her with a blank expression that quickly turned into confusion.

"What did you say?" he asked her to repeat and she quickly obliged, hoping that it would jog some part of his memory. He continued to stare in her direction but he wasn't looking at her. Harry was somewhere far away and if it hadn't been for the telephone ringing suddenly in the background that startled him, he might have recalled something or someone.

While that moment had been lost, Jo hoped that she could continue helping his memory by doing all sorts of things that would spark some sort of familiarity. The true reason behind the outing that late morning, would actually be in hopes that Harry would recognise something, whether it was a building or some sort of landmark.

She didn't want to flat out tell him that was the reasoning because she always felt terribly guilty after Harry pushed himself to try and remember something, only to fail. There was a hope that just being in a natural setting would give him insight to the memories that were currently hiding away.

Harry's heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that it muffled his hearing of any conversation taking place around him. He hadn't been seeing things when he witnessed the lamp fly in his direction and nearly hit him and William. There was no other reasonable explanation as to why a lamp would fly across the room. Meanwhile, the smile on William's face had yet to fade because he had witnessed the magic that he had been so desperate to uncover.

Looking in the direction of the stick that he had tossed aside after the incident, Harry couldn't help but wonder what the other words meant if "accio" had been able to produce something.But the problem lied with was he willing to go through with testing them to find out? He had already broken a lamp and he was sure that Jo was just being polite about the matter, but he couldn't risk breaking anything else or putting anyone in harm's way.

While his stomach rumbled to finish the breakfast before him, Harry couldn't bring himself to eat anything else. His mind was too busy to focus on such a matter of food when there were so many other things going on. He pushed around the eggs and toast to make it look like  he had eaten something, enough to satisfy Jo. Attempting to pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary, Harry patiently waited until it was time to leave, never discussing the lamp incident with William, even when Jo left the room again.

Thankfully, it appeared as though William was bound to secrecy and agreed to remain quiet about the matter until Harry decided to bring it up again. But he had a question of his own that he didn't hesitate to ask before they left that morning to head into the city.

"If you find your real family, Harry, are you going to leave us?"

It was such a weighted question to come out of a young mouth and Harry didn't know what to say. He had found his comfort staying with Jo and William, if they found his family before he had any recollection of them, would he be willing to go with strangers? He didn't give an answer, instead, he changed the subject by offering William a piggy-back ride.

It seemed random and Jo went to protest when she saw what was taking place at the bottom of the stairs, but Harry insisted on it. For some reason, Harry felt the need to give the offer and seeing William's excitement over it seemed to reassure him that he had made the right decision. Even though his leg felt incredibly sore, Harry didn't make any sounds of protest or pain, gritting his teeth through it as he followed Jo out of the home.

"Maybe we could get Father to buy us all the  racing brooms in the shop! Just to try them out!"

Harry quickly whipped his head to the side at the sound of a voice that echoed in his mind, only to see that no one stood beside him. He had heard the small voice, it didn't belong to William but perhaps another little boy. Jo was making her way towards her car, nothing out of the ordinary and William was still on his back.

"Did you say something?" Harry asked William, only to have the boy lean over his shoulder to look down at him.

"I said Mummy could maybe buy me a new toy!" William stated excitedly. His voice didn't match the one Harry had heard earlier, but it still held a sense of familiarity that he couldn't brush off so easily.

Unfortunately, there was no one around, so it all had to be in Harry's mind, another voice calling out to him about something. There was the mentioning of a father, such a formal term of endearment, compared to William's usage of "Mummy." And the other bizarre part of "racing brooms" being mentioned.

As they reached the car, William slid down Harry's back to climb in, while Harry stood outside of the car for a few extra moments. He stared at his reflection in the window, only to see just how terrible he looked. The baggy clothing, his sunken cheeks, and the look of being lost written all over his face.

He was a mess with a pulse.

Blinking and looking away, he could see that Jo was watching him, rather than getting into the front seat. Concern lit up her eyes as they scanned over him, waiting for something to happen. But Harry only forced a small smile to his face before getting inside. The car started and despite the engine being nowhere near loud in comparison to other vehicles, Harry couldn't help but jump at the noise.

The car was another thing that he looked at in pure disbelief. He would look out the window at the roads, opened the glove compartment, messed with the radio (much to William's amusement). But that morning, after the startled moment, Harry leaned his head against the coldness of the passenger window and closed his eyes.

The more he focused on the voice he had heard earlier, the more his heart seemed to ache in the cavity of his chest. The pang of familiarity but unable to put a name or a face to it would be more than enough to drive him mad. Forcing his eyes open, Harry was able to see that it had started to rain, covering the car in raindrops as it started towards the main road. He watched as they trailed down the glass before him.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw that William was watching him with an expectant look.

"Do you want to have a raindrop race?" Harry asked him, bringing William's eyes to widen as he turned his head to his own window in the back seat.

"What's a raindrop race?"

"It's a race between raindrops," Harry said with a silly expression that caused William to giggle, " you select two raindrops as your competitors..."

He pointed to two raindrops that had yet to descend. "...and you set the finish line."

The two watched as the droplets of water started to trickle down and the one closest to William made its way down the window first, becoming the victor. William squealed in delight and demanded multiple races afterwards that kept the two occupied during the drive. Harry couldn't recall where he had learned the game from, but it seemed to make William happy which was good enough for him.

London was vast and wide, leaving Harry confused as to where they were going to start when it came to finding clothing for him. He simply followed Jo around while William took to holding his hand. They passed numerous shops but it seemed Jo was waiting on him to say something. None of the clothes that were on the displays in the windows seemed to call out to Harry. He passed windows, watching as some women would stop and point out something they liked. He observed the women as well.

Some of them were pretty to his liking but not enough that he would look twice. It was like he was searching for something without knowing what he was looking for.

"See anything you like?" Jo asked at one point as she came to a stop on the pavement, only to witness the frown on Harry's expression. He merely shook his head before looking at a group of people that were passing, his eyes following the blowy red hair of one woman. His head would jerk in the opposite direction when a man with dreads walked passed in the opposite direction.

For a moment, Harry squeezed his eyes shut, suddenly feeling quite overwhelmed with everything going on around him. He felt Jo's hand come to rest on his shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze.

"Harry, if this is too much for you we can head back, it's not a problem," she said in a low voice, " we can always try again."

"No, I'm fine," he insisted as he opened his eyes once more and stared down at his shoes, " I'm alright. It's just, it feels like things are coming to me. There are things that feel familiar but they're not adding up. I don't know what they mean."

"Well, that's good in some ways, things that are familiar...that's good. Why don't we just enter one of the shops, it'll probably be a bit quieter in there."

Harry didn't answer her right away after she made the suggestion, he stood still, just watching the crowd of people walking in different directions. Some were laughing and smiling in the company of one another, others appeared to be in such a hurry as if they were running late. The traffic of vehicles made it difficult for people to get around as if everyone had somewhere to be that morning.

"You two can go on inside," Harry told her eventually, " I just want to stand out here for a little while longer."

Jo didn't seem all that convinced that it would be a good idea to leave Harry alone, even if she and William weren't going to be very far from him, but at the same time, she didn't want to intrude. Harry appeared overwhelmed, however, he was willing to push himself in hopes of getting something out of it. With a small nod of her head, she reminded him that they would be inside if he needed anything before they left him in front of the window display.

Once he was alone, Harry focused his attention back on the crowds of people that strolled by. Each person, they appeared alien-like to him for some reason as if he had been thrown into a completely different world. And yet, they looked like him, not perfect replicas by any means, but they were human just like him. So why did it feel like he didn't belong among those crowds? Why did he feel like an outsider just by standing there?

People walked passed him and didn't see him as different, some girls grinned in his direction before giggling with their friends as they turned red in the face. Some men nodded their heads at him when they caught him staring, but no one thought anything different of him. Rubbing his hands over his face, Harry was about to tell himself to head into the shop and be done with his people watching as it was only leaving him frustrated but as a group was setting to pass him, he could hear part of their conversation.

" You can stay at my place tonight, Angie, if your dad is working, you shouldn't be alone tonight."

Angie.

He remembered Jo telling him that he had mentioned the name before and every time he played the name over in his mind, he could feel a sense of warmth wash over him.

"Angie," he repeated as he dropped his hands, not realising just how loud he had said it. The young women that were heading down the pavement came to a stop after he said the name. Both of them turning around even though Harry didn't seem to notice. He figured they had long moved on as he continued to repeat the name to himself in hopes that something would come to mind.

"Saros?!" Someone called out a name, but Harry continued to focus on the name that he had been busy repeating. "Saros?!"

He was in the midst of saying it once more when he was nearly tackled to the ground. His heart nearly jumped into his throat as he felt like he was being attacked from the side. However, before his mind could get his body to react, he felt arms wrap around him. They were warm, inviting, and held him like they knew him. He didn't even see her face but he didn't want her to let go. Hair tickled his face from the other person and he could feel their body practically convulsing against his as they broke into sobs.

"Saros, is it you? It has to be-" The woman's voice was difficult to understand through her sobs, leaving him unable to respond. She pulled away and Harry found himself taken back by the beauty before him.

All the pretty girls that had passed before him earlier were nice to look at, but the face he saw right in that very moment left him unable to speak. He could only look at her, even though it almost felt forbidden to do so. The brown of her eyes seemed to hold sorrows as tears streamed down her face. Her skin was soft and in contrast to his, matched her eyes perfectly.

Two other girls came to her aid, planted on either side of her, and all of them looking at Harry in shock. Their lips were parted, their eyes were wide, and Harry suddenly felt so entirely small, despite being taller than the majority of them. They seemed to know him, the way they looked at him, but the name she called, it didn't register in his mind.

"Saros," the girl spoke as she met his gaze, her voice steady enough at the moment to actually speak, " Saros, it's me. It's Angelina! You..I..why are you looking at me like that?! You're here, you're alive and-"

Her expression fell as her frantic words caused Harry to take a step back from her.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, pained by the saddened expression on her face, paired with the tears that were still falling, " but you must be mistaken. I...My name is Harry Potter."

Harry could only watch as all three girls before him exchanged looks with one another before they stared back at him as if he were completely mental. And with no memory to help with anything, maybe they were right.