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Seto: Great she's starting to figure it out
Addie: this is out-sane! Warning: James is back from the dead; explain later
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Key: "italics" are anything other than English. What language it is will be clarified in sentence tag. Italics without quote marks are the notes and blah blah blah like that.
A Father's Return
---------------- James' POV---------------
How long had I been drifting in this darkness? I've seen thing that no wizard has seen in millennia. The thought of losing my soul is always on my mind as I drift, but something keeps me safe. That doesn't matter though. I need to get out of here. My boy needs me, he's coming up on his inheritance and I want to be there. My poor baby, he needs me. Who is his mate? What has happened to that devil child? Does Harry have other friends? Are they good people? "James, it's time for you to return. My ward needs you."
----------Third Person Dursley House--------------------
It was a normal, quite day at Number Four Privet Drive, and Petunia was moving about the house getting ready for dinner. She looked up at the staircase as she passed. Harry hadn't been feeling well that morning and she had shooed him to his room. She didn't need him moving about the house in his condition. She flinched when she heard Marge laugh about her sister. 'It's no wonder this woman isn't married,' Petunia thought. 'Who would want to be married to that bitch?' She noticed Harry descending from the stairs and she gave him a disappointed glare.
"You should be in bed," she hissed. "I know Aunt Petunia, but I want to help." Marge turned and glared at him. "I see you've finally emerged from your cave," she sneered. "Marge, that's enough, he's not feeling well," Petunia hissed. "Let the boy be sick maybe he'll die," Marge shot back and Vernon chuckled. Petunia's eyes widened when she heard this. "Aunt Pet, let's just go to the kitchen," Harry whispered. Petunia looked over to see bright greens eyes pleading for her to follow. Petunia did and Marge snorted. "You spoil the freak," Marge said. Harry looked over at his Aunt who had lowered her head. He could see through the glamour that she had told him his mother had placed on her.
Harry had never seen his aunt without the glamour charm and he began to wonder why. Petunia turned to face the woman on the couch. "Dudley is spoiled," she said calmly, "Harry may be a sneaky little snake but his eyes tell you he isn't poisonous." "Why do you put up with her?" Harry hissed. Vernon, Marge and Dudley stared at him in shock and horror. Petunia glared down her nose at her nephew. "Bambi, speak English," she told him. Harry blinked not realizing he had slipped into Parseltongue. He looked over to his cousin and grinned wickedly. 'I forgot all about that little skill of mine,' he thought.
"What did you say, boy?" Vernon asked, his face turning purple. Marge smirked and Dudley pouted at the nickname Harry was given. "He can't have a nickname!" he whined. "At least I don't look like a whale," Harry hissed out again. Marge and Dudley flinched then Vernon's face turned a royal purple. "Boy, you will speak normal or I'll…" but he was cut off. "Or what, Dursley?" a voice asked. Petunia looked over to where the voice had come from. She gasped putting her hand over her mouth. "It can't be," she said. Harry tilted his head to the side. 'He sounds familiar,' he thought.
"Who are you?" Vernon asked getting up. The cloaked man smirked then pulled his hood down. "You really are an idiot, Dursley," he said shaking out messy black hair. "I'll never understand why Pet chose you of all the people. You've practically ruined her natural instincts and my nephew looks like whale if you ask me." Petunia narrowed her eyes and smacked the man upside his head. "James Potter, where in heaven's name have you been?" she yelled. Harry stood there not believing what he was seeing. His father couldn't be here. "You're dead," Harry whispered eyes wide in fright. James sighed before moving over to Harry. Harry flinched slightly when James hugged him. He stood perfectly still then he felt something wet drip on to his neck.
James pulled back and wiped his eyes. "Sorry, I couldn't help that," he said smiling at Harry. Harry gave him a disbelieving look not sure if the man in front of him was really his father. "Still don't believe me, huh?" James asked. "Well here, when you were eleven months old, Sirius brought his one year old cousin over to play. The devil child had blonde hair and silver eyes and picked on you the whole time he was there." "That baby sound like Malfoy," Harry told him. "That was the brat's name!" James yelled. "Draco Malfoy. However Cissy got stuck with that man we'll never know. Hell, she was one of the cool Slytherins!"
Harry lifted his eyebrow at the man in front of him. He got an idea and smirked. Harry still didn't believe this man was his father and he knew this phrase should prove it. "'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good'," Harry said and watched how James froze up. "How did you get your hands on the Marauders' Map?" James asked. "Fred and Gorge Weasley gave it to me," Harry told him. James let out a laugh and then grinned. "I'm guessing the filched off of Filch," he said. Harry threw himself into James' arms and smiled. James smiled down at the boy in his arms and held him tightly.
"So, the drunk came back for his brat," Marge said glaring at the two of them. James glared at her out of the corner of his eye. "Hey Pet, since when do whales talk and walk on land?" he asked glaring at Marge. Petunia giggled lightly and Harry smirked. "I wouldn't say anything if I were you, freak," Vernon said. "I'd hold my tongue if I were you," James said his voice getting low. "I can use magic against you, but I think a good punch would do just as well." Vernon and Dudley's faces paled, but Marge got up and glared. "How dare you talk to my brother like that!" she screeched. Harry glared not liking how she was talking to his father. "He has the complete right to after the way you and that pig acted towards him and me!"
"I can talk to the fat bastard any way I choose," James hissed. Harry smiled then moved up the stairs. He came back pulling his trunk behind him with Hedwig hooting in her cage. Vernon began to sputter when he saw Harry's trunk. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" Vernon asked. "There's no way in hell you can prove that man is your father and yet you would willingly go with him." Harry turned to Vernon and gave him a twisted smiled. "I all ready did," Harry said turning back to his father. "Excellent," James said before taking Harry's hand, "Where to, Bambi?"
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Addie: Okay no that the hyperness is done. I'm not sure if you guys will like this so review if you want I'm not looking for reviews I'm looking for reader. If would still be nice if you did review! (Puppy dog eyes)