A/N: Sorry for the long wait. To be honest, at some point I didn't really know if I was going to finish this story or not. But anyway, here's the second chapter:

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Harry Evans was not a morning person. He'd known that fact for about his whole life. But, not being a morning person was not Harry's greatest problem, no his greatest problem momentarily was that his mum was just what Harry wasn't, a morning person. Her cheery singing voice could be heard all over the house. Harry turned around on his bed trying to ignore his mother's cheeryness at 8.30 in the morning, but found it difficult to do so.

Then, after listening to his mother's cheery singing for about half an hour, Harry decided he'd had enough. So he got out of his bed and got dressed, he didn't even bother to try and do something about his hair ( that wouldn't have had any use anyway).

When he got downstairs he found his mother in her usual state of morning happyness. When his mother spotted him a grin broke out on her face, "Mornin' darling, I didn't wake you did I?" Harry decided to be a wiser of the two and not respond to that just yet. Instead he poured himself a cup of coffee, knowing that he wouldn't be fully awake before his first cup.

While he was drinking his coffee his mother looked at him, still smirking. Harry sighed, "You're evil, you know that, pure evil." His mother started laughing at that. "Sometimes," Harry said, "I have doubts about who is the mature one around here." That caused his mother to laugh even harder. Harry sulked at that "meanie!" Wich caused another laughing fit from his mother, and now Harry couldn't hlod himself back anymore and started laughing as well.

His mother was the first of them to get back to a normal state of mind. "You know," she said, "you really shouldn't sulk. It makes you look ridiculous." Harry was about to say something but then the owl carrying the morning paper arrived. And when both he and his mum realized what the picture on the frontpage was they forgot everything else, from their morning bantering to paying the owl, for it was a picture of something both Lily and Harry hoped they'd never see again.

It was a picture of the Dark Mark hovering over the World Cup campsite, Harry recognized the site, because he had walked over them several times, impressed with the massive amount of tents and quidditch fans. And now he saw the same site, covered in ashes and debree with the Dark Mark, a skull with a snake as tongue hovering over it. Acompanied by an article that read:

Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup.

Yesterday, after not being spotted since the fall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, there was a death eater attack on the Quidditch World Cup. The Death Eaters, followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, appeared just after the final game was finished and caused chaos among the campers. Altough no-one was hurt during the attack several people were admitted to the British Magical Hospital, otherwise know as St. Mungo's, with signs of shock or extreme cases trauma flashbacks. The target of the attack seem to have been the muggle campsite owners and their families who were severely tortured, but they are espected to make a complete recovery soon.

The attack seemed to be well organized and aimed at the security feeling of British wizards. Since no-one was killed during the attack and even the muggles lives were spared british authorities are at a loss about the intended target. Authorities are certain that the attack was a genuine Death Eater attack and not one carried out by copy cats.

The attack started at the fields neares to the stadium and carried through all the fields moving steadily though and trashing everything in sight. Most wizards and witches apparated away at the sight of the Death Eaters. Those who were with children or without apparating licence made portkeys of whatever they could find. The british ministry, although not very glad with this solution has decided not to penalize anyone who made an illigal portkey that night because of the special circumstanses., but presses that it is not a solution that should be used lightly.

No further information has been released by the british ministry at this point. The ministry will hold a press conference at 4.00 PM today at wich time they will release more information about the invetigation and the attack. This press conference should be followable live via your local magical radio station.

Further information about Death Eaters see page 4

For the result and comment on the Final match of the World Cup see page 1 of our sports section

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After finishing reading the article about the Death Eater raid at the World Cup James Potter put down his newspaper and picked up his morning tea. James was glad no-one had gotten hurt in the attack, but he didn't like it, he didn't like it one bit.

James Potter, was afraid, very afraid, he had always known that Voldemort would return to the world, especially after what happened to Nathan in his first year. But James had always hoped, hoped that it would be beyond his days, or even beyond the days of his son.

And this incident made it very clear to him that it would not be beyond his days, and certainly not beyond Nathan's.

A smile crepped to his face when he thought about Nathan, who he could now see flying with his friends. He was proud of his son, very much so. But thinking about Nathan was allways a kind of painfull thing for James as it allways made him think about Harry and Lily. And at times his heart ached at the thought of Harry and not being able to see him grow up.

James pondered at times what Harry was like, the only time that he had met the boy was when his to sons had met. He thought the boy was a bit cold to him at that time, reserved, and he wondered wether it was because of him or if it was the boys natural state. But he didn't like it to much, he prefered Nathan's more jolly nature.

But then again, Lily had been more reserved then Constance had been. James remembered the shock he had had when he had came home from work seeing the Dark Mark hovering over his home. He had rushed in as fast as he could and found his wife laying dead in the nursery and Nathan with a lightning-shaped cut on his forehead.

He had hated the wizzarding world in the months after that being all happy and cheery over the alleged defeat of Voldemort, while he had lost his wife. In his opinion, they had no right to be all cheery while his wife had died.

"Do you want another cup of tea dear?"

It took a while for the words to register in James' mind. But when he did he looked up into the face of Molly Weasley who was holding a tea cattle in her hand.

"Yes, please," James said offering her his cup, "and thanks again for letting us stay here for the night."

"Well," Molly said, filling James tea cup, "it was the least we could do for you after you saved all our children from those horrible Death-Eaters. And it's really no problem dear."

James smiled, "Well, I'm glad you appreciate the fact that I made a Portkey, but I don't think the people at work will be jumping up and down because of my actions."

"Well, let those idiots of the ministry think what they think, I doubt they'll punish you for it. And I love you for it." And Molly embrace him once more. James had lost count on how many hugs he had received from her since they had come home the previous day.

"My my Molly, I didn't know you felt that way toward me, what would Arthur say about that."

And then Molly looked at him like he was ridiculous. "James Potter, you never change, do you." James sat down in his chair again "I hope not..." And then they both laughed.

The next week Nathan stayed with the Weasleys. His dad and mister Weasley were mostly busy at the ministry sorting out the mess that was created at the world cup. Nathan allways liked staying with the Weasleys. It was cosy, and somehow, even with every Weasley home, it never really got crowded. But, after a few days, Hermione had to leave, she would go on a holiday with her parents. And they'd see her again at Platform 9 ¾ or a the train

It felt good, spending the last weeks of his summer holiday with the Weasleys, and before he knew it August was drawing to a close. And school was about to begin, wich meant they neede new school supplies, wich meant one thing: Daigon Alley.

Nathan had been in love with that street ever since he had first sat foot in it. When he was here, Nathan could allmost smell the magic in the air. Daigon Ally, to Nathan, was THE essence of the magical world, not Hogwarts, not the Ministry of Magic, not the Quidditch stadium, but Daigon Alley.

So, when they arrived, the first thing he did was taking a deep breath, inhaling the sents of the street. His dad, who had taken the day of especially, smiled. He liked seeing Nathan in Daigon Alley, cause, no matter how used the boy had gotten to magic, the street allways seemd to surprise him.

Nathan and his friends walked around the alley windowshopping while his dad and Mrs. Weasley were getting school supplies. They met up again after about half an hour.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, "only thing we still need are dress robes."

This got Nathan's attention.

"What, dress robes? What for?"

"I have no idea, dear, but it says so on the list."

"Well, we better get them then," James said. And when Nathan looked at his father's almost creepy smile, he got the feeling at least one member of their shopping party knew what the dress robes were for.

While they were at Malkin's James seemed to be enjoying himself immensly while Mrs. Weasley had Nathan and Ron try on what seemed like every dress robe in the shop. And the way he was commenting their robes didn't make it any better. But, when they found a reasonably looking robe for Ron, James insisted he'd pay for it. It took him almost twenty minutes to convince Mrs. Weasley, who, meanwhile was still searching for a robe for Nathan. When he tried on a nice dark purple robe (one Nathan thought he would hate wearing), he caught Ginny staring at him for a while. When she found out Nathan had caught her she turned bright red and walked outside. But, with the discussion between his father and Mrs. Weasley still going strong no-one else noticed. And Nathan didn't think to much of it.

It took a while for Mrs. Weasley to notice Nathan had already changed into the robe she had last given him. But, when she finally di notice, she anounced, to Nathan's satisfaction, that this was the one. And that they were ready to go. James had payed for both the robes, a fact Mrs. Weasley didn't particularly liked. But Ron was allmost estatic about it, dreading the thought of getting a dress robe in a second-hand shop.

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To Harry the last weeks of his holiday were relaxed. Firstly, he had spend a week with his friends, camping near Marseille, enjoying the wonders of the beaches of the mediteranian. And most of the rest of it he had spend at home. Studying, and doing homework for the upcoming year, and spending time with his mother. He liked this lifestyle, doing work on the patio, in the sun with a portable radio in the background. And although most of his friends (truthfully) found that his and his' mothers' lifestyle had a lot of Muggle elements in it, Harry liked it. For him, it felt like home this way. It was special, different to other magical households and places. He liked home that way; unique.

But, with that enjoyment, came the fact that time seemed to speed up. And before he knew it, Harry's vacation was ending. A new school year was about to begin, somewhere, Harry was feeling a bit anxious. His last year at what had become his second home, it felt weird. And then there was of course whatever it was that Madame Maxine had been planning.

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A/N: Thanks to the peple who reviewed for their review. And sorry again for the wait.

There are some things that I'd like some input about. Mainly pairings:

Should I make a Lily/James romance subplot? (It lies in the planning. But would it complicate things?)

Harry/Fleur or Harry/Cho ? (Sorry but HG has a too big an age difference) Or no Harry pairing or...?

And then there is the fact that I don't have someone to Beta anymore. (wich you may or may not have noticed in this chappie). So anyone who'd like to do that can send me an email. (Via my Personal Profile).