A/N: So you should know the drill by now. I don't own anything. Please read and review and please feel free to suggest things you'd like to see happen. I have a basic idea for this story so not all suggestions can be accommodated but I'd love to hear your input on what you want to/think should happen. (Also I know I said the first story was A/U for no Voldemort but I'm changing that now.)
Chapter Two
Harry woke up with a start, he had heard a loud thud coming from upstairs. Sighing he got up and put on a pair of pants, and walked upstairs. He knocked on James door and heard swearing and shuffling before the door swung open, "Yeah." James grunted angrily.
"What's going on up here?"
"Nothing." James shrugged.
"I heard a thud, climbing in the window?" Harry gave James a disappointed look.
"So what if I was. What are you going to do about it?" James crossed his arms.
"You're grounded for the rest of the summer James." Harry shook his head, "Why are you so set on making me the bad guy?"
"You don't have to be. I mean it's not like I'm your kid, you don't have to take responsibility for me." James spat.
"That's it!" Harry pushed James into his room and on his bed, "Me and you are going to have a talk. Right now."
"You can't push me around!"
"I can and did. Now listen, I love you like a son. You are my son for intents and purposes. No, it's not my DNA that flows through you're blood but I've been here for every skinned knee and monster under your bed. I could have told your mom no, I didn't want to have anything to do with you. Because you weren't my responsibility when I was seventeen and still in school. But I did the right thing, and if you can't credit me for that then you are not the son I raised. I raised a son who was respectful."
"No I'm not the son you raised because it was all a lie wasn't it? I've never been your son. It's always been this Malfoy guy… I'd bloody rather go live with him."
Harry laughed coldly, "You want to live with the man who raped your mother? Tried to kidnap you when you were an infant?"
"At least he cared."
"He didn't care James. He only wanted his heir, that's all you were to him was bloodline… Do you know who you're named after?"
"I didn't know I was named after anyone." James mumbled, looking away.
"You're named after my father. And his best friend, my godfather. They died in the war. I'm sure you've heard of the war?"
"History of Magic?" James scoffed.
"Well… I had trouble listening in that class as well." Harry laughed, "Lord Voldemort ring any bells?"
"You… you're one of the only people that says his real name."
"Do you know why?" James shook his head. "A wise person once said 'fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.' In the Ministry of Magic there is a room, it's called the Hall of Prophecy. There is a glass orb for every wizard or witch born, some are connected. Mine was connected to Voldemort's. It was my destiny to kill him or be killed by him. 'Neither shall live while the other survives' is what it said. Well, eventually I did kill him. It was a long and exhausting battle that lasted years. I don't like going into the details. You're Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione? They helped me. James, my father, and Sirius, my god father, both died in that war. You're named after two very heroic men James."
James kicked at his floor, "I didn't know that."
"You're biological father was on the dark side. He was one of Voldemort's followers… I guess… I guess I just don't understand how you could care about a man that was a cold-blooded killer. Who violently raped your mother… I guess I just don't understand why you hate me, someone who has done nothing but love you, and cherish him…. Who's only caused pain in mine and especially your mother's life. It breaks her heart every time you say something about your 'real father.'"
"I… I didn't know it bothered her that much. I mean you can't blame me, I'm curious."
"And you have every right to be curious. But you don't have to be a git about it." Harry leaned back in thought then let out a loud sigh, "Do you think… you'd change your attitude a bit if you met him?"
"I can do that?" James eyes grew wide with excitement.
"I'd have to clear it with the hospital… but… if it will straighten out your attitude towards me and you're mother I don't mind doing it. Stress isn't good for her condition right now, so… we'll keep it between us."
"Yeah… her condition." James rolled his eyes.
"It bothers you because you think we'll love this baby more? Because it's 'ours'." James blushed and nodded, "James… you were mine the day I saw you wrapped up in that hospital blanket. You will always be my son. I've loved you since the day I found out Ginny was pregnant. It didn't matter it wasn't my DNA. You were and still are my son." Harry put an arm around James shoulders and squeezed him lightly, "I'm glad we had this talk. I'll let you know as soon as I know something about St. Mungo's." Harry stood up and walked to the door, "And next time you sneak in after curfew be a little more quiet about it." He smirked.
"'Night Dad." James rolled his eyes.
"'Night Son."
A/N: The first two chapters are a bit short but I promise chapter three will be a long one. Please R/R and… I got my first flame today! Which I'm oddly happy about.
