Warnings: Slash boy/boy (later on), bullying, OCness, bad grammar/spelling (I have no Beta so review/PM me any mistakes that you find so that I can fix them)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter! Or this disorder! (I googled it so if I got something wrong about it I apologize I don't have this disorder nor do I know someone that has this disorder) I am NOT a doctor! And I am NOT trying to make fun of or make light of this disorder! I only own this plot (and if there is someone out there that has a similar plot I am deeply sorry! I did not intentionally steal from you)

Dyspraxia

Lilly looked at her alarm clock, reading 6:15-forty-five minutes before her alarm was set to go off. She couldn't go back to sleep though. She decided to lay in bed until she got up to make breakfast for everyone—she had plenty of time since she didn't have work today. Her mind was reeling with the new information she had gotten from Doctor Troy the other day.

Harry had a disorder? Now don't get her wrong, Lilly still loved her dear, baby Har-Bear to death. She was just worried if they could take care of him. Didn't Doctor Troy said that Harry's disorder was DCD or something? She was going to have to research about it. She wanted Harry to grow up comfortable and cared for the right way. She was glad that she had the day off. She could fully research this and get everything ready for Harry.

About that time she was shaken from her thoughts when her alarm clock went off. She was surprised that she had spent forty-five minutes just thinking—granted though, she did have a lot to think about. She reached over and turned the alarm off and sat up in bed. She looked over and saw her husband, James, still asleep.

Lilly knew that James had to get up but also knew that he was going to be grumpy. A lightbulb went off in her head, she had thought of a way to wake her loving husband up. Now fully awake thanks to the adrenaline rushing through her veins, she carefully leaned over to her nightstand draw and opened it, reaching in and pulling out a white feather kept in case of a situation like this. She then leaned back up and positioned herself over her husband's body, careful not to jostle him awake before she could set to work on her plan. She put the feather right above James' nose and gently fluttered it and then quickly pulled back when he reached up to shoo the annoyance away. She waited for him to lay back down on his side before she started to tickle the spot right below his ear. Again she pulled back when he reached up, itching the spot.

Lilly was having a hard time trying to control her laughter. James' face was pinched with annoyance and discomfort, she almost felt sorry for him. The key word, being almost. She reached back up and positioned the feather above his forehead and started to tickle him with the feather again. It seemed that James was having none of it though and as if to smack a fly, he flung his arm up and smacked his head, causing him to wake up in a drowsy state. Lilly couldn't take it anyway and started to laugh uncontrollable. James, realizing what had happened once spotting the feather in his wife's hand, grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped them so that she was underneath him with her arms pinned above her head.

Lilly let out a startled gasp. "And just what were you up too, hmm?" James asked in a sleep-filled, husky voice while growling playfully.

"I was just trying to wake you up and then out of nowhere you started to hit yourself." Lilly tried to say innocently, though it didn't work too well since she was still giggling. "You know I don't approve of domestic violence." Lilly said sticking her tongue out.

"Why you, I'll show you domestic violence!" and with that James began to merciless tickle his wife's sides. Lilly started to laugh harder, begging him to stop since her sides were starting to hurt from all the laughing. "You think you're hurting. What about me?" James said half-heartedly, referring to his forehead, though slowing down his attack anyway

"Awww. Poor baby." Lilly said, "Let me kiss it better." She leaned up and kiss James' forehead. "Better?" she said with a smile.

"A littler lower." James said playfully. Lilly kissed his nose. "Almost there." This time James took the initiative and bent down and kissed Lilly's lips. "Good morning." James said with a smile.

"Good morning love." Lilly said with a loving smile. "Did you sleep well?" She asked him.

"Okay enough." James said vaguely. Lilly hummed in understanding. She too, didn't sleep well with her mind worrying about Harry. "Well, we best be getting up now. I'm sure Harry is going to wake up soon and is going to be hungry." James said, changing the subject.

Lilly agreed and with that she got up to go to take a shower while James go and went to check on Harry.

When James looks in, he sees that Harry is already awake and when he spots James he starts to whine, "I'm hungry." James chuckles and walks fully into the room. He walks over to the bed and picks up Harry. "I thought so. What do you want to eat?" He asks Harry. Harry starts to think and finally comes up with something, "Marshmallows!"

"Afraid mommy won't let you have that for breakfast." James said, "Anything else you can think of?"

"Cheerios!" Harry yelled with enthusiasm.

"Cheerios?!" James cried in a voice as if he couldn't believe Harry had even suggested it. James pretended to think it over, but when he saw Harry's face he gave up the act, "Well, we will just have to wait and see what momma says huh."

"What does mommy have to say?" Harry and James turn towards the voice and find Lilly dressed leaning against the door with her hair still wet from the shower.

"Harry here wants Cheerios." James told her, and as if she might not have heard Harry cried, "Cheerios!" again.

Lilly giggled and walked up to her two boys. Taking Harry so that James could go and take a shower she told Harry, "Yes I suppose you can," Harry started to cheer. "But you also have to have some of what mommy makes okay? Deal?" Lilly holds her hand out as if it was a negotiations. Though it hardly was one, Harry always did whatever it took to get his beloved cheerios. Harry took her hand and said, "Okay."

When James had come down for breakfast it was almost done. He saw little Harry already eating. On his plate were some cheerios and what looks like a muffin. As if reading his mind, Lilly answer, "It's a breakfast muffin. It has eggs, ham, and cheese. How many do you want?" She asked him. And with that breakfast passed as it usually did, followed by cleaning up the kitchen.

As they were cleaning up Lilly asked, "What are we going to do about school, James? The teacher won't take him in?" Apparently Harry heard this, causing him to add his two cent, "Don't like school." Crossing his arms and pouting. Lilly and James looked at each other, confused about what to do.

"Well, why don't we just let him stay home with us for today?" James suggested. "The teacher won't let him in the class and we need to find out about Harry's disorder anyway, so why not?"

Lilly still looked a little uncertain but didn't know what else to do. They didn't have anywhere else to take Harry. "Okay." She finished up the rest of the dishes, dried her hands with a towel and walked over to Harry. "What do you think about that Harry, hmm? Do you want to stay home with us?" Lilly asked rhetorically. Either way Harry was staying home, "Yeah I want….stay with mommy and daddy." Harry said. Lilly smiled and helped Harry down from his chair.

"Come on champ, let's go get ready for the day while momma works okay?" James said smiling at his son, glancing up at Lilly he sees the appreciative look she sends him, and both of them walked out of the room. Lilly stands there for a minute before she figures that she better go ahead and start researching, "The sooner the better." And headed over towards her purse that was laying on the table from the day before. She dug out the paper Doctor Troy gave her that had the name of the disorder, "Dyspraxia. So that's how you spell it." Lilly mumbled to herself. She walks over to her computer and pulls up her home page; a picture of her, James, and Harry all smiling, standing in front of a beautifully sculpted watering fountain in the middle of autumn. It was one of her favorite pictures of them together with the different colored leaves in the water, adding color to the background.

She didn't know what exactly she was looking for so she just used a search engine and typed in "disorder dyspraxia." She scrolled through and saw a website that was from the Dyspraxia Foundation Website and she clicked on it. She looked around the Home page and saw a link that said, "About Dyspraxia." When the page loaded she started to read.

"Dyspraxia, a form of developmental coordination disorder (DCD) is a common disorder affecting fine and/or gross motor coordination in children and adults; It may also affect speech. DCD is a lifelong condition.…*" Lilly felt her heart sink a little. Harry was going to have this problem his entire life. She of course still loved Harry, but she also wanted him to be happy and live a normal life. She stopped her train of thoughts there, there was no point in sulking over it. She was here researching to help make her Har-Bear's life as easy and enjoyable as can be.

She set back to work and kept reading, "DCD is distinct from other motor disorders such as cerebral palsy and stroke, and occurs across the range of intellectual abilities. Individuals may vary in how their difficulties present: these may change over time depending on environmental demands and life experiences.*" Lilly couldn't help the spark of hope that maybe Harry's life and disorder could be made easier—if nurtured right of course.

"An individual's coordination difficulties may affect participation and functioning of everyday life skills in education, work and employment. Children may present difficulties with self-care, writing, typing, riding a bike and play as well as other educational and recreational activities. In adulthood many of these difficulties will continue, as well as learning new skills at home, in education and work, such as driving a car.… Many people with DCD also experience difficulties with memory, perception and processing. Dyspraxia can also affect articulation and speech, perception and thought.*" Lilly decided to stop for a minute and try to process what she had just read. From what it sounded like, Harry's life is going to be difficult—at that thought Lilly's eyes began to water—but it could be ease if the right measures were taken.

After taking a deep breath she went down to the next section title, "What Causes Dyspraxia?"

"Although the exact causes of dyspraxia are unknown, it is thought to be caused by a disruption in the way messages from the brain are transmitted to the body. This affects a person's ability to perform movements….Current research suggests that it is due to an immaturity of neurone development in the brain rather than to brain damage.*"

"Okay…" Lilly said. She was starting to understand the gist of the disorder. She decided to back out of the sight and search for "signs/symptoms of dyspraxia." There were several signs and symptoms that she recognized and she didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed. She guessed somewhere in the back of her mind she was still hoping that this was all wrong, that Harry—her Har-Bear—didn't have this disorder. But as she scrolled down she recognized several more including: poor balance, poor hand-eye coordination, sensitive to touch, skipping of crawling stage, dislikes of loud noises, irritated by scratchy/tight/heavy clothing, delayed speaking, limited concentration; and the list went on but Lilly hadn't see Harry display those. Then a thought occurred to her, should she expect him to develop them? She didn't know, but didn't dwell too long on it. If he did, then they would deal with it and come up with a solution.

Lilly decided to see what to expect in the next couple of years to come. The site said to keep expecting: the need for constant movement, high emotions—easily distressed and temper tantrums, stumbling and falling, continued messy eating, poor motor skills—pencil grip and use of scissors, dislike of loud noises, being touched, and new clothes as well as limited concentration time. But it also said that people with this disorder may avoid things such as constructional toys such as building block—Legos for example—and jigsaw puzzles and that they may prefer adult company over children's.

Lilly thought about how they said that the disorder could be lessen if the right steps are taken so she decided read over tips that could help, ranging from wearing baggy, lose clothes to getting wax earplugs for loud events. Lilly was so absorbed in her search that she didn't hear James until he touched her shoulder, causing her to jump out of her seat and quietly curse. James just chuckled and asked, "I'm taking Harry out to the park, do you want to come with us?" "Please mommy!" Lilly looked down and saw Harry jumping up and down in place, "Please!" Lilly smiled and was fixing to say yes—how can anyone say no to their child—but noticed the time. Her smile fell and she sighed, squatting down so that she was eye-level with Harry she said, "Sorry Har-Bear. I got to stay here and make lunch." Harry's smile also disappeared and it broke Lilly's heart that she was the cause of it. "But I'll tell you what, you and daddy go have a great time and when you get back I'll have lunch ready so that you can eat. How does that sound?"

"Can we have….mac and cheese?" Harry said with puppy dog eyes.

"Yes and you can even have bacon with it." Lilly said with a smile. Harry gave a toothy grin and gave his mother a kiss. "Yeah! Let's go daddy. Momma has to make food." He started to tug on James' hand trying to haul him to the door. James picked up Harry and gave his wife a peck on the lips. "Bye sweetie. We won't be out too long, should be coming back in about thirty minutes." And headed out the door to the park with Harry on shoulders.

Lilly smiled after their retreated figures and then set to work on making her Harry's favorite macaroni and cheese dish. She also decided to make some salad to go along with it. While the pasta shells were boiling she started to wash some carrots, tomatoes, mushroom, bell pepper and some lettuce. She added some cooked bacon crumbles and cheese to that pasta and then went back to work on the salad for her and James. When she was putting the putting the finishing touches on the salad mix she heard the door open. She looked at the clock and noticed that it had only been twenty minutes. "You're back a little early, did anything happen?" Lilly called out, when she didn't hear anything Lilly felt a chill run down her spine and her breathing hitched, "James, Harry?" Again silence. Lilly glanced over to the counter and saw a kitchen blade and quietly reached for it.

Suddenly a hand wrapped around her mouth and the other arm wrapped around her throat, almost cutting off her air supply. In a panic her arm flew up and grasped at the bulging bicep and forearm, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." A deep voice said. Lilly's eyes widened and her body froze, she was petrified. (A/N: pun intended) This voice wasn't her husband's, it belonged to a man that she didn't even recognize in fact. What did this man want from her, hundreds of ideas rushed through her head: robbery, rape, murder, and the more she thought about it the scarier the ideas became. "Now I'm going to release my hand from your mouth, but if you scream or even make so much as a peep, I'll break your neck so fast you wouldn't even be able to so much as blink. Got it." The man put a little more pressure on his arm to prove his point causing her to release a choking cough. Lilly was too scared to even realize that what the man said made little sense, because in her terror stricken-mind it did—Make noise and you die. Lilly tried to carefully move her head up and down without causing more damage to her throat.

He dropped his hand from her mouth, "That's a good girl. Now drop your hands to your side." Lilly did as directed letting her arms drop stiffly at her sides. But when the man grabbed one of her breasts roughly, Lilly knew that this man intended to have his way with her and rape her. Lilly was a strong-willed woman and she wasn't about to let some stranger take advantage of her, but she needed to keep calm—no matter how hard that was—and think clearly. Jumping the gun would only lead to danger and disaster. Her husband should be home soon, but she couldn't take the risk of waiting for him. She looked around and noticed the still boiling hot pan of macaroni and cheese—that's it! If she could stun him for even a moment she could get herself out of this. When he man started to drag his hand under her shirt to fondle her breasts, Lilly raised her arms slightly—pretending to give the man more room to work.

"That's it girly, you're not so stupid are you." The man laughed at his own joke. Lilly grimaced but the man was too busy laughing at his joke, and that was Lilly cue. She raised her foot up and kicked the man's shin as hard as she could and then reached for the pot of mac and cheese and then slung it all over the man's body. His scream in pain made her flinch but she keep going. She rushed over to grab her phone dialing 911 then going back over to the man. She turned him over onto his stomach and then straddled his waist. Lilly grabbed the man's right arm and twisted it back behind him towards his shoulder blade causing him to grunt out in pain. Lilly was relieved that she had taken defense classes when she was younger just in case something like this happened. She squished the phone between her shoulder and her ear listening to the directions and waiting for help to arrive.

As James and Harry were arriving home they were met with an ambulance and several police cruisers and a yard filled with their neighbors. Panic filled James' mind and heart and he started to force his way through the crowd.

"Sir, you need to keep behind the caution tape." A police officer said as he placed his hand on James' chest warning him not to push it.

"This is my house, what happened? Where's my wife?" James said, some of his panic leaking through into his voice.

"Sir—" The officer said until he was cut off by a voice that chased away James' worry and filled him with relief. "James?"

James forced his way passed the cop and heard him calling after him but he ignored the officer and continued on. He finally found what he was looking for, his wife. She was sitting on the back end of the ambulance with a comfort blanket around her shoulders.

He ran as fast as he could with Harry still in his arms, and when he reached her he kissed her and hugged her tightly, seemingly afraid that she might disappear. As if Harry could sense his parents distress started to whimper and cry. Lilly took Harry into her arms and squeezed him firmly but gently, kissing his head while whispering soothing words.

"Lilly, sweetie, what happened?" James finally asked once the family had gotten slightly settled down.

Lilly gave him a wry smile and said, "A man broke in and tried to rape me." Lilly looked over to the front door of the house and saw the man being escorted from the premises. She then noticed two police officers walking towards them. Lilly looked back over to her husband and saw his face paled drastically but there was a spark in his eye and Lilly knew what that meant, "He what?!" James practically screamed. Lilly said, "Honey it isn't that big of a deal." Well making a face that said, Not-right-now.

"Hello Officers, what can we help you with?" Lilly said putting her professional smile on.

"Yes, are you the one that was home when the intruder broke in?" One of them directed to Lilly.

"Yes, I was." She answered.

"And you were the only one home?" The other one asked.

"Yes. My husband and son were playing at the park at the time." Lilly said wondering where this was going.

Both of the officers looked at each other for a moment and nodded once before turning back to Lilly, "Ma'am you are under arrest."

~TO~BE~CONTINUED~

*These were actually taken from the real site, . / Please go check it out if you are still confused or questioning something.

Sorry to leave it like this and don't worry Lilly will be taken care of (in a good way) and will be back in the story later on. Don't worry Lilly-Lovers she is still important for part of the plot.

AUTHOR NOTE: I am sorry to announce this but my computer is broken so I may not be able to update very often now because of it. I am borrowing my friend's/roommate's computer for now to update this. But I will be getting mine fixed soon (hopefully) but I may not have it back until middle of May so I hope that you guys can wait for me! Don't worry I will still try to write and when I get my computer back I can just update the chapters.

Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed it!