Sorry it took so long. Here is chapter 2. I don't write for grammatical correctness, I simply write the story.

Over the years, James, Sirius, and Remus all lived as one family in the house at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. In the Aftermath of Lily's death, James decided not to go back to Godric's Hollow. It held too many memories and he always got emotional when he returned.

Sirius, Remus, and James all raised baby Harry, teaching him things necessary to prepare him for his education at Hogwarts. Harry knew all about the wizarding world and who he was. The entire wizarding world knew about how Harry survived the curse and Voldemort was no more.

James kept Harry hidden. With all the press surrounding his survival, James and his two best friends decided that being hidden was the best course of action. Although Harry lived a full life, and his father and uncles always kept him happy and laughing, there were times he wished for friends his own age.

When Harry's tenth birthday came around, all he asked for was a day at the park. Harry begged and begged for a month straight, until James finally succombed to the green pleading eyes of his child. Those green eyes of the Lily he missed so much. He could never say no to those eyes.

The day was here and Harry was up and out of bed before anyone bounded downstairs dressed, and rushed into the kitchen. he poured himself some orange juice and opened one of his mom's old books.

It was Moby Dick, a muggle fiction novel that told of a hunter finding the whale that crippled him. It was one of his favorites and although he read it a few times, he always went back to it. He adored the library he mother had collected over the years and started reading everything he could get his hands on.

He found he really loved reading, and learning all he could. James always considered him an exact copy of Lily. The studious type. James knew that when he got to Hogwarts, his son would succeed like Lily did.

Harry was deep into a paragraph when he was startled. Sirius grabbed his shoulders and gave a yell, causing Harry to jump out of his seat. "Uncle Sirius, don't do that."

"Sorry, pup, but it's your birthday, I gotta make it good."

"Yeah." Harry smiled brightly

"What is it, pup?" Sirius smiled, as he started the coffee.

"I get to go to the park."

"Excited?"

"Boy, am I." Harry said quickly, "Where's Dad?"

"Right here." Harry turned around and saw his dad standing in the doorway, clad in his pajamas and a robe. "Happy Birthday my boy."

Harry jumped up, his book left behind, and crashed into a hug. "Thanks, Dad."

"Ten years old, how does it feel?"

"Not much different, honestly."

"That will change."

"When can we go to the park?"

"Harry, it's only seven in the morning, we wont leave until noon." James said, chuckling a little at the impatience of his beloved son.

The time came and Harry was excited. They got into the muggle car, Remus had procurred when they first moved in. James decided that they would head to the park a few towns over as to keep the veil of animinity. They drove awhile and when he pulled up to the front gate and stopped the car, he watched happily as Harry's bright green eyes got brighter and brighter.

Harry looked out the window and saw kids playing on the see saw and swings. They were climbing on the jungle gym and chasing each other. Harry did notice one girl sitting on a bench under a big tree providing lots of shade as she read a big book.

"Can I go?" Harry asked his father.

James smiled, "Yeah."

Harry jumped out of the car, and James followed suit. He sat at a bench watching his son enter the throngs of children, all while keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

Harry was so overwhelmed, he had no idea what to do first. Everything looked fun. He turned his attention to the girl on the bench. She was wearing a sweater and skirt. Her bushy brown hair layed around her face and created a veil. Her book was in a book and he couldn't tell what it was. His fascination for books was making him curious. He strode slowly over to her, and she never noticed.

"Hello." Harry started out.

She looked up and her nervousness was exploding out of her. "Uhm... hello."

"My name is Harry Potter."

"Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you, Hermione, What are you reading?" Harry asked as he took a seat at the other end of the bench. Hermione shifted again closer to the other end.

"Little Women."

"That's one I haven't gotten too yet."

"You read?" Hermione asked sounding shocked, as if she was the only one in the world who ever read.

"Yeah, my mother had a library of books, I have read many of them, but I have barely scratched the surface. What's your favorite book?"

"I prefer fantasy, Princesses, dragons, elves. That sort of thing. I just can't claim only one favorite. What about you?" Hermione asked, finally bookmarking her page and closing the book onto her lap, getting interested in the conversation.

"Moby Dick, I've read it four times."

"I have read it as well, very good book."

"I also like the Hobbit, and Lord of the Rings series." Harry quickly added.

"I have not read that one yet. I guess I will have to add that to my list." For the first time since Harry struck up their conversation, Hermione smiled. Genuinely smiled.

"Harry." James was calling him from the other side of the park. Harry turned and saw him waving him that it was time to leave.

"Who is that?"

"That's my dad."

"Well, it was nice to meet you Harry Potter."

"Same to you. I hope to see you again, Hermione Granger." Harry stood and extended his hand. She took it and shook it.

"And I, you." Hermione smiled and watched Harry leave and join his father.

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