Another Type Of Magic

A/N: I own nothing. Sorry about the way the last chapter ended I just really wanted to set up for this chapter. It is also the first time it follows a character other than Harry.

Chapter Sixteen – The Thing About Potter

Mercedes was the first that noticed that Harry was missing when he didn't come to her locker that morning, then he didn't show up for English. Walking into Glee she looked around the room but he wasn't there.

"Everything alright Cedes?" Artie asked when the diva didn't take her seat.

"Has anyone seen Harry?" She asked.

"I haven't seen him since Lunch yesterday." Tina said.

"He didn't show up for Basketball practice." Mike said.

Finn looked down as Kurt entered the room and Mercedes looked between him and Kurt a strong feeling telling her Finn had seen him.

"Finn?" Mercedes asked.

"I saw him yesterday after school, he was telling me and Kurt off and Kurt kind of said something he shouldn't have." Finn said.

Mercedes watched as Quinn swung around her seat to face the boys.

"What did he say Finn?" She demanded her eyes set in a deadly glare.

"Whoa, what's going on here guys?" Will asked.

"Harry's missed most of his classes and he never showed to his basketball practice yesterday. Finn said that Kurt did something wrong." Mike supplied before turning to Kurt.

"I didn't do anything, he was the one sticking his nose in my personal business." Kurt said.

"Dude you brought up his parents." Finn said.

"What exactly did he say?" Quinn asked her voice dangerously low.

Mercedes sat down next to the blond as Finn mumbled something.

"Excuse me?" Mercedes asked turning to Kurt to elaborate.

"He told me that I was being selfish for thinking my dad isn't ready to move on, so I told him he wouldn't know." Kurt said.

"His exact words where, 'What would you know, you don't even have parents'." Finn said.

"Kurt, I'm disappointed in you, after everything he's done for you." Mr. Shue said.

"Are you some kind of idiot, no wonder he's missing." Quinn said turning her glare on Kurt.

"That was not cool Kurt." Mike said.

"I've known Harry for a long time and his Parents are a sore subject with him. They where killed when he was a year old, have you noticed the scar on his forehead?" Quinn asked the room.

Mercedes nodded as did everyone else before turning their attention on Quinn.

"He got that scar the night his Parents where killed, the man who killed them carved it into his head before he was stopped and even though he was barely a year old, he can still remember the sound of his mother Screaming his name and begging for his life." Quinn said.

"That's horrible." Rachel said her face a little paler than normal.

"The worst part is that any time someone brings up his parents he has nightmares about that night." Quinn said her glare at Kurt meant to make her point.

"I know for a fact that's true."

Mercedes swung around to see Hermione standing at the door.

"What do you mean?" Tina asked.

"Harry couldn't fall asleep last night and when he did he'd wake up screaming. I slipped a sleeping pill into his breakfast this morning so he would rest." Hermione said walking into the room.

"Is he okay?" Will asked.

"He'll be fine by tomorrow." Quinn said.

Mercedes looked at Kurt who was now staring at the floor.

"You messed up big time dude." Puck said.

"Kurt you have to apologize, I mean Harry's stuck his neck out for you more than any one in this room." Tina said.

Kurt said nothing but continued to stare at the ground.

Mercedes knocked on the door and waited for it to be opened when it was Emma stood behind it looking as if she hadn't slept in days. A scream could be heard from upstairs and Mercedes and Emma rushed up the stairs to Harry's room. He was thrashing about in bed and screaming out randomly.

"Harry wake up." Emma said grabbing his bare shoulders and giving him a shake. Harry's eyes shot open and when they landed on Emma he burst into tears, sobs shaking his body.

Mercedes didn't know what to do she had never seen Harry look so broken. He had always seemed so strong and unmovable that it was hard to associate the Harry laying in the bed with the Harry that sat beside her in English or stood up for Kurt. Mercedes felt tears stinging her eyes and quietly left Harry alone with his Aunt and made her way home to find Quinn sitting on her porch.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked her.

"No, I went to see Harry and…I've seen him cry but I've never seen him like that. He looked so broken Quinn." Mercedes said.

Quinn pulled her into a hug.

"Most people think Harry is this unbreakable force, they tend to forget that he's a person. The first time I saw Harry cry was when one of the kids back in elementary school told him that his mother was a whore." Quinn said.

"I just can't believe that he takes it this bad." Mercedes said.

"He blames himself for their deaths." Quinn told her.

Mercedes look up at Quinn.

"Why?" Mercedes asked confused.

"I don't know, you'd have to ask him."

Mercedes nodded and then turned back to Quinn.

"Did you need me for something?" Mercedes asked.

"I was wondering if I can stay here for the night, I was going to stay with Harry but with everything going on I think it's best if I wait till He's back to normal." Quinn said.

"Sure, come on." Mercedes said leading her into her home.

The next day was Saturday so Mercedes went to see Harry again she was walking toward Harry's porch when the door opened and Harry stepped out. He looked better then he had the day before but he also looked tired his eyes where also hidden behind a pair of glasses.

"Hey." He said.

Mercedes smiled, "How are you?"

"Better, how much do you know?" He asked sitting on the steps.

Mercedes sat down beside him and took his hand in hers.

"Quinn told the Glee club about how you got your scar." Mercedes said, "And she told me that you blame yourself for your parents deaths."

"That about sums it up." Harry said.

"Why?"

Harry looked at her a sad smile on his face.

"The man that killed my parents was after me that night. The police think he was part of some occult group that called themselves Death Eaters. He killed my Father first, and then offered to spare my Mother if she let him kill me." Harry said he pulled his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "She didn't."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad she didn't." Mercedes said.

Harry turned to look at her.

"I'm not saying I'm glad she's dead. What I mean is that if she had let that man kill you none of us in Glee would know you. I wouldn't know you." Mercedes said.

Harry looked at her with a small but sad smile.

"Do you know why I react so badly to them being mentioned in a negative way?" Harry asked her.

Mercedes shook her head in the negative.

"I think that there's something in of me, that want's me to suffer and it will use any painful memory it can to cause me pain." Harry said.

Mercedes looked at him a frown on her face, which caused him to sigh.

"I don't know to explain it, but it's like something forces me to relive that night and I just lose it." Harry said.

Mercedes pulled Harry into a hug and allowed him to cry.

"Oh god I'm a mess." Harry said.

"You got that right White boy." Mercedes said.

Harry laughed but never moved his head off her shoulder.

End Chapter….

A/N: Can anyone guess the reason for his reaction? I'm not going to explain it in the story as there is no real reason to do so in the story. However if enough people can't guess it right I will explain it in the Author's Note at the end of the next chapter.