Radford N. Potter
Chapter 1
Harry sat staring at the picture of his parents on his nightstand, he might be 20 but he still wished he had his parents. They looked so happy in the picture, swinging and dancing happily in front of a beautiful stone fountain. He was training to be an Auror now, the determination inside him fired up. I'll get all those who helped Voldemort murder my Parents. He repeated the vow he had made to himself at the beginning of his training as he did so very often.
He sat back staring at the blank ceiling thinking about how his life would have been had his parents not died. He continued these thoughts far into the night until at 11:00pm the phone on his nightstand rang.
"Hello?" he whispered groggily into the speaker.
"Harry, it's nice to finally talk to after all these years, you sound so grown up" a woman's voice replied.
"Professor McGonagall?" Harry bolted up in bed.
"There's something I need to tell you about your father Harry, but I think you need to hear it from someone else" she announced than spoke to someone else in a muffled whisper.
"Harry?"A man's voice spoke. Wait he knew this voice, he had heard it once before. He thought back to his fifth year in the final challenge of the Triwizard Tournament. He had tied for the win with Cedric Diggory, but the trophy turned out to be a port key leading him to witness Voldemort being reborn and Cedric Diggory's death. In his battle against Voldemort the past people he had killed came out of his wand in spirit form. This was the last time he had heard that voice.
"Dad?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, but we need to meet there's some things I have to tell you. Well and I have to see you again. 20 already the last time I saw you, you were just a baby. Oh I bet you've grown so much, or at least I hope you have" he laughed.
Harry laughed with him but then he thought of something, and anger grew inside. Anger along with curiosity but the anger over powered it all.
"You mean to tell me you've been alive all these years and you haven't told me?" he asked in a low, harsh whisper, trying to control his anger.
"There are reasons my son" James Potter replied "But they are reasons that need to be spoken face to face instead of over a muggle device.
Harry gave a shaky sigh than replied "Meet me in the café at Diagon Ally tomorrow at seven" then after hearing the agreement he said a quick good bye and hung up the phone.
This can't be real; it has to be a hoax. My dad's been dead for years, and he's never come to find me before. Why now? He lay plopped down on his back and commenced staring at the ceiling once again.