A/N: This is the sequel to Miracles from Tragedy. It's mostly going to be James-centric but it will bounce around. It's third party POV though. And as always I do not own anything. But one day, they'll be writing fanfics about MY books. Haha. In my dreams at least.

Chapter One

James was in his room playing his Gibson Les Paul with the amp on blast. He had just come home from his fourth year at Hogwarts. He hated it there, everyone knew about his parents. They knew that his mom had given birth to him during her sixth year, and they knew that Harry wasn't his real dad. Something he didn't put together until he was about twelve. He had always been aware he didn't really look like Harry, but it was a taboo subject in the Potter house of why James had pale skin and ice blue eyes. He remembered that uncomfortable conversation when they finally did tell him who is real father was. Draco Malfoy, the name was vaguely familiar but he didn't know much about him.

There was pounding on his door then Harry walked in, "I didn't say come in." James huffed, strumming a power cord loudly.

"It's my house, turn that down." Harry pointed his wand at the amp and it shut off, "Next time I'll blow it up."

"Fuck off." James whispered after Harry had left. When he was younger they had had a really strong relationship, he was very close to Harry. But when he started school it had all gone spiraling down. When he realized Harry wasn't his real father they had lost the connection completely. James got up and went to the window, opening the bottom drawer of his desk and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He opened the window and climbed out onto the roof, lighting it. This was his favorite pass time. Sitting on the roof right outside his window and looking at the view, sometimes he had a cigarette, sometimes he snuck a beer from the kitchen.

After he had pulled the last drag he snuffed it out on his windowsill and flicked the butt in the gutter, climbing back into his room and going to his closet. He was meeting his friend Benji so they could go to a club. He pulled out a white and blue plaid button up shirt that was extremely tight, a pair of black skinny jeans, and black and white Van slip-ons. He put a white sweatband in his hair and tucked his wand in his back pocket before climbing out the window again shimmying down to the ground and sneaking through the bushes to the lane that lead to the main road.

"Took you long enough mate." Benji, James' best mate, was waiting for him in his car.

James got in and slammed the door shut, "Just sod off and drive."

They drove down to a pub in the city, "You're gonna get caught." Benji laughed at James as they walked inside.

"No I'm not. My parents don't give a fuck about me. They're too wrapped up in their new baby anyway." James sighed. Ginny was four months pregnant with her first child with Harry. "Once that kid comes they'll be a real family."

"You know that's not true. Just because Harry isn't your real dad doesn't mean he doesn't care. Look at all he's done for you. You're a right git you know that?"

James showed the bouncer his fake I.D. and rolled his eyes at Benji as he walked into the bar, sitting on a stool. "All he's done for me? They never even bothered to tell me, I found out at Hogwarts."

"Listen prat, did you ever think they didn't tell you because they didn't know how? 'Oh hi Son, did you know that I was raped when I was sixteen and your real father is locked up in St. Mungo's?' Give you're mum a fucking break. It has to be hard for her." Benji tapped the bar twice and the barman sat down two shots. Benji took his and swallowed it angrily.

James huffed and took his too, catching the eye of a young girl across the room. He smiled and got up from the stool, walking over to her coolly and sitting down, "Wotcher." He smiled impishly.

She rolled her eyes and smiled back, "You look a little young to be in a seedy place like this."

"I'm twenty-one." James shrugged.

"Right…" The woman laughed and turned her head back to her wine glass.

"Okay… I'm only fifteen, but don't let my age fool you. I'm quite mature for my age. If you know what I mean…" James leaned in closer to her.

"Sorry Hun… I'd rather not go to jail." The woman laughed and got up, walking into the crowd of people.

"You're loss." James shrugged, going back to sit with Benji. A couple minutes later the bouncer tapped them on the shoulders.

"You're lady friend told on you mate, out you go. Both of you." He pushed them out the door.

Benji turned on James, "Great! First you're all whiny, then you go telling a bird you're real age? What's with you tonight? You're lucky he didn't take our I.D.'s!"

"Whatever… I'm going home." James turned and started walking down the street.

"You're mental! Get in the car, it's like a two hour walk home!" Benji jumped in the car and followed him slowly, "Come on James, seriously get in the car."

"Fuck off." James took out a cigarette and lit it, "I'll be fine."

Benji stopped the car suddenly, "Get in the fucking car James and take a fucking Midol. I swear what is with you tonight?"

James yanked the door open and got in, slamming the door closed angrily, "Let's just go."