This is my second AU story.
English is not my first language so pardon me about any grammatical mistakes.
There is no Pitunia in this fic. Lily was the only child of her parents.
Disclaimer: HP doesn't belong to me . However, there are few OC characters in this story which belong to me.
Chapter 1:
"James have you got the tickets yet?"
"No, but I had a word with Jeffrey, he will have them arranged by next week."
Sirius was looking at the report that his friend made for their last case, then smirked, "James you forgot to mention about that old lady who almost jinxed you. I must say that was the best part of this case, with you running away from that toothless old hag. What would I have given to have camera at that time? "
Sirius smiled dreamily while looking into the space, thinking about the ultimate blackmailing snap of his friend he could've taken.
James frowned at Sirius and threw a crumpled piece of paper straight at his snickering friend.
"If you want those worldcup tickets then you will also forget about her, the whole department will laugh at me. And my dear Sirius you must not forget about that wonderful snap of yours that I took this new year. Want me to show that to everyone? " James said while looking at his best friend, who found most of the situations in his life humorous.
Sirius immediately folded his hands with a pleading look on his face, " I apologise okay... Don't show that photograph to anyone." He then scratched his head and added, "I also don't remember about any jinxing old lady James. I agree with you, we should not mention any such lies in this report. And Jamsie those world cup ticket are too difficult to get. Sold out as per prophet, even though it's about 3 months to the tournament. Please get me some for my family. I am your best friend after all."
James laughed then shook his head on Sirius's overly dramatical speech and opened his mouth to reply, when an owl post landed in front of him. He frowned as he did not recognise that owl but shrugged and untied the letter addressed to him with an unrecognisable handwriting.
Sirius closed the report file he was reading earlier, and stared at that letter in his friends' hand, "Who posted you at this time James?"
They usually got owl post during morning time, only emergency one came to them during unofficial time.
"Don't know.." James shook his head as he opened that letter and started reading it.
Sirius observed as his friends' expression changed from confusion to shock to sadness.
James removed his glasses then rubbed his eyes and gazed back at his friend. He opened his mouth as if wanted to say something then shook his head and put on his glasses again. He stood up, "Sirius I am leaving now. If anyone asks, tell them I left because of some family emergency."
Getting worried Sirius asked, "What happened? Is everything fine? Is it Sarah or girls ? You look really troubled James. Should I come with you?"
James picked up his cloak, and shook his head, "Sara and girls are fine. I would explain everything to you later. You stay here. This is something I need to take care myself. See you later."
With that James left hurriedly, leaving his confused friend to inform Auror head about his early departure.
Once he flooed out of Leaky Cauldron, he tranfigured his clothes to muggle suit and moved out to muggle London to apparate to Little Whinging.
He reached number 4 and was about to knock the door, when a lady who was watering her garden next door said, "Nobody is there, they all are at the church for the funeral."
James ran his hand through his hair then asked that lady for directions and when she looked away, he apparated straight to the graveyard behind the church.
He looked around and found a small group dressed in black gathered on the other side of graveyard for a funeral. He slowly moved towards them then stopped once reach close enough to see the proceedings. He stood at the back and gazed around as people started leaving. He frowned when found an old lady standing next to one young boy staring straight at him. After few seconds she started walking towards him.
"You must be James Potter." She asked once she reached him.
Seeing his questionable gaze, she smiled and said, "I sent you that owl earlier today. My name is Mrs Arabella Figg. I am a squib."
He nodded then stared at the grave behind her.
"Is it true? Did Lily really..." James could not form anymore words in his mouth.
She nodded with sad expression, "Yes she passed away last week."
He stared at her for few seconds, "How? I mean she was young. It's too early for her."
Mrs Figg gazed towards the grave then back at James, "It was a car accident. She was driving fast and lost control. It was her son's birthday and she wanted to reach on time. Poor dear. She was doing double shifts due to financial issues. She wanted best for her boy but now they are talking about orphanage."
"Lily had a son? I didn't know she got married " James started looking around for her son. Then his eyes fell on that young boy who was standing next to Mrs Figg earlier, he was still standing at the same place gazing at the grave of his mother. He looked to be of same age as his older daughter. He felt really bad for that boy, he lost his mother on his birthday.
Mrs Figg shook her head, "She never got married."
Jame stared at her questionably.
She looked away from him, then after few seconds she gazed back at him and said, "Lily had a short affair with a married wizard while helping auror department in some case ten years back. She became pregnant with his child and left magical world. She didn't even tell that wizard about this, as she was sure that this would ruin his marriage. I don't think she told anyone about this apart from me. I promised her that I won't share this with anyone ever."
James went completely still in shock. He kept on staring at Mrs Figg as if waiting for her to say that she was joking. But when she didn't say anything he closed his eyes, then opened them again to look at the boy standing next to Lily's grave again.
He heard Mrs. Figg continue with slightly sad tone, "But I could not keep that promise once I came to know that they would move that poor boy to orphanage as he doesn't have any living relative. I broke that promise by sending an owl to his only living relative, his father today."
She looked back at James, "He is your son James. Please take him with you or else they will send him to some orphanage. "
James kept looking at that young boy for few monents then turned to meet Mrs Figg eyes and said, "I will never abandon my child Mrs Figg. Of course I will take him with me. But do me a favour, please don't tell him about me being his father yet. I will tell him this myself when the time is right. I need some time. I can't tell him right now that I am a rich Pureblood wizard married some other witch while his mother worked hard for their survival. I don't want him to reject me. And I also need to tell my family about this."
Mrs. Figg looked at James nodded with tear filled smile, "I will inform muggle authorities about this. Come, let me introduce you to your son, his name is Harry."
They moved towards that young boy. James felt really nervous as he walked towards him.
"Harry "
He looked up at Mrs Figg, and standing next to her was a tall man wearing black suit.
James looked at Harry, who looked just the way he used to look when he was of that age. The only difference was that he had Lily's beautiful green eyes, and a better eyesight as he was not wearing any specs.
Clearing his throat, he introduced himself "Hi Harry, my name is James Potter. I was friend of your mother before you were born. I am a wizard just like you."
Harry's eyes which were dull with sadness, suddenly looked up at James with new hope, " Do you know my father?"
James just stared at him unable to say anything.
Harry didn't seem to notice and continued, "You knew my mother before I was born, and you are a magician just like my mother, so you must know my father too."
James looked at Harry's hope filled eyes, then took a deep breath and said, "Yes Harry I know your dad. He is not in the country right now, and I have already written to him about you. You would be staying with me till then. And we are not called magicians, that's a muggle term. We are called Witches and Wizards. "
Before James could explain any further, Harry asked one more question, "Where do you live?"
James smiled at the curious expression on Harry's face and said, "I live in Godric's Hollow with my wife and two daughters. It's a magical community. You will like it there."
Ten year old nodded then frowned and looked back at his mother's grave.
The only thing his mother ever told him about his father was that he looked just like him, and he was a wizard
He gazed at his mothers name on the gravestone and sighed. He really missed her alot. He wanted to grow up fast, so he could work and take care of her. He wanted her to lead happiest life, as she was his world. She always used to do small things for him to make him smile. He blinked his eyes as tear filled up in them, as he thought more about her.
He looked away from her grave and thought about his unkown father and gritted his teeth. He really wanted to meet him then hit him hard, as he knew that that man was responsible for his mother's loneliness. She always used to talk about magical communities, but never took him there, something again he thought had to do with him looking like his father.
He looked up at Mr Potter as he magically produced Lily flowers, and put them on his mother's grave.
