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Chapter 1
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. After the defeat of Voldemort all but one of his nightmare's had stopped. Harry, on some occasions, had wished he could have his 'normal' nightmares back. It always started the same; Harry was lying in this very same bed on his stomach, smooth but firm hands were rubbing his shoulders and back, soothing the tense muscles. The hands would pause then Harry could feel a kiss being pressed to his shoulder as white blond hair fell into his vision. "I love you." Harry would say. The hands would disappear only to be replaced with the cold hardness of a blade that pierced Harry's skin with ease.
Harry awoke in a damp sweat with a gasp. Looking around his dark room he sighed when he noticed the clock on his bed, 5:17. Sighing once more he got up and put on a pair of pants and an undershirt. "I might as well make breakfast before he wakes up." Heading out of his dark bedroom, he took a right and went down a flight of stairs and into a small kitchen. Pulling out some pancake mix and eggs he started to cook.
Harry, now 28 years old, lived in a small house just a few blocks from Surry. His aunt petunia had divorced his uncle after he lost his job 4 years back. He had apparently got violent one night with her, a month later they were divorced and she got the house. Every other weekend or when Dudley was not there, Harry would go over and visit her. She had changed a lot in the past 4 years and she knew much more about Harry's life as a wizard, even though now he lived as a muggle.
By the time Harry had finished cooking the pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast it was already 6:30. He set the table for two and wiped off his hands and headed back up the stairs to wake up the other occupant in the house. Passing his bedroom on the left he went into the second door on the right. He slowly opened it and took a good look around the room. The walls were painted a dark blued and the ceiling was covered in glow in the dark stars. On one side of the room was a white dresser with a few picture frames and a old and battered stuffed animal. On the other side, closer to the door, was a desk made of the same wood. A desktop computer sat atop it and neatly piled next to it were notebooks. Just next to the desk was a twin bed with white sheets hiding a curled up body.
Smiling softly, Harry crept over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. He put a hand on the hidden body and shook slightly. "Zak?" He shook harder. "Zak, it's time to wake up."
"Five more minutes Dad." The bump in the bed rolled over with a groan.
Harry laughed. "Nope not this time, breakfast is ready and getting cold. You don't want to be late for school right?" Another groan. "Don't make me call Ron."
"No!" The sheets were thrown off of the bump and a blond haired green eyes boy sat up. "You wouldn't really call Uncle Ron would you?"
"I will if you don't get up!" Harry smiled. Heading towards the door he called over his shoulder. "You've got ten minutes!"
Harry reached the kitchen just as the phone rang. He rushed to it and answered it. "Hello?"
"Morning Harry!"
"Hey Hermione, What are you doing up so early?"
"Michelle woke us up."
Michelle was Hermione and Ron new born baby girl. She was only 4 months old and was keeping her parents on their feet. "I'm sorry." Zak came into the kitchen at that moment and sat down to eat his breakfast. "Hey I'm sorry, but Zak just came down for breakfast. I'll come over after I take him to school alright?"
"No problem Harry! And yes please come over! Bye."
Harry said good bye and then sat down with his son. "Thank you for getting ready so fast."
"No problem Dad." After taking a few mouth-full's he spoke again. "Can Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron come over tonight?"
Harry frowned after eating a piece of bacon. "They have Michelle now Zak, they cannot come over that often anymore." He saw Zak's sad face. "How about I give Aunt Petunia a call and we can go see her for dinner?"
"I guess, as long as Dudley isn't there."
Harry cringed thinking about the 29 year old fat lazy man his cousin had become. "I'll call and see." Harry picked up his plate and put it in the sink. "Come on it's almost time to go." Zak took a few more bites of his food and put his plate with Harry's. "Go grab your bag while I change."
Five minutes later they were pulling out of the garage and speeding down town. "I'll pick you up at three and I packed a lunch for you last night, it's in your bag."
"I know Dad." Zak smiled as he opened his bad.
Harry looked over for a few seconds when he saw a bracelet on his son's wrist. "What's that, Zakarias?"
Zak's pale skin paled even more. "It's nothing. Just something Aunt Hermione gave me before Michelle was born."
Harry threw his hand out in front of Zak. "Let me see." He demanded.
"Please let me keep it Dad?" Zak slipped the silver bracelet off his tiny wrist and with a fearful look he put it in Harry's hand.
Harry pulled into the school parking lot and chose a random parking spot. He turned off the car and slowly opened his hand and looked down. The Silver chain links with an emerald and sapphire side by side were all too familiar and he felt a lump in the back of his throat form. This bracelet was the first present he ever got from . . . him. He had worn it every day for two years, until one day he just disappeared, leaving Harry. A month later he discovered he was pregnant and on that very same day he vowed to never forgive and to never forget. He had given this to Hermione in hopes that one day he would be able to look at it without crying. His anger built up slowly until he was gripping said bracelet.
"Dad?" Zak's tiny voice knocked Harry back to his senses.
Harry looked over and realized how much he must be scaring his son, his wonderful son. He smiled a bit. "I'm sorry." His voice raspy from holding back tears. "Yes, you can keep it, but you're not allowed to take it to school okay?"
"But, why not?"
"Well for one, it's very expensive. It's made from real silver and real jewels. But more importantly it means a lot to me."
Zak smiled. "Was it hers?"
Harry had to fight back the flinch whenever his son spoke of his 'dead mother'. What would his son think if he found out that his mother was in fact a man? Not to mention how confusing it would be to find out that Harry had in fact given birth to him. Taking a deep breath Harry spoke again. "Yeah, it was."
Zak smiled again. "Then I'll fallow you're rules. Can you put it on my desk at home?"
Harry Nodded. "Sure." After he left the school he was going to have a very long talk with a certain bushy haired mother.
