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Written in James's Point of View

I continued to walk down the darkened streets in the dead of night. I knew I had to leave my home, but I had no idea where to go and how to get there. All I had was some clothes I packed, my wand, some money and my broom. I knew that I couldn't really use my wand, because my parents could track where I used it. So that left only one alternative-my broom.

"I wish I had Lorcan here with me. He always knows what to do in these situations," I thought to myself. Then it came to me, I could stay with Lorcan at his great uncle's house. He would definitely be sympathetic to my cause and wouldn't tell my parents where I was. Since he was Luna's son, he also knew what it was like to be in the spotlight. Luckily, I knew in the vicinity of where his great-uncle lived. Lorcan constantly talked about how he loved where his uncle lived, in Ireland-more specifically, the Irish country side away from people and prying eyes. Lorcan used to described how it was a little red house, on a hill, and how there was a stream on the property that was nice to go into on a hot summer's day. It was perfect. My parents would never think to look there for me.

I know I would cause my parents pain by leaving, but for once, I had to look out for me. Besides, they had Al and Lily and I'm sure that would be enough. So there it was, I made my decision, got on my broom and flew all night to get to my destination-the Irish country side.

The following morning at day break.

I was exhausted; I had been traveling all night trying to get to Ireland. It wasn't until about 6am that I reached the Irish country side. Although, I couldn't pin-point the exact location where Lorcan's uncle's house was, I knew his house was in a fifteen kilometer radius. So I did the only thing that I could think of. I went fifteen kilometers out north, south, east and west hoping to find that little red house. After what seemed hours of searching (which probably was about two hours), I found the house that Lorcan described. Now all I had to do was sit and wait for him to come out of the house. It wasn't until the middle of the morning that I saw my friend come out of his uncle's home.

Meanwhile at Harry and Ginny's house (that same morning).

In Ginny's perspective.

I woke-up at seven am the next morning to make breakfast. As I fried the eggs, and the sausages, I thought of the night before. I was still upset about the fight that took place between James and Albus. James is a bit like his namesake I suppose-always looking for excitement that only pranking could provide. Albus is a lot like Harry, sensitive but strong-willed. I try not to take sides, I love my boys, but a lot of the times it seems that James does provoke Albus. I love my boys equally but Albus is easier to manage.

I finished making breakfast around 8am. I went up stairs to wake Albus up first. I walked into his room and so his raven hair peeking up from under his comforter. I stood near his bed and said, "C'mon honey time to get up and eat breakfast."

Albus stirred and looked up at me. "Okay, mum I will be down there is a few minutes," he replied.

I walked out of his room and woke-up Lily for breakfast. Finally, I made it to James's room. I stopped outside of his room. I wanted to apologize for the fight last night, especially since Harry and I found out Lily had taken Albus's quidditch magazine. I knocked lightly and while I walked into his room I said to James, "James, time to get up honey. It's time to eat." Once I was fully in his room I realized he wasn't there. His bed was made, and there was a note on it. I picked it up and it said…

Dear Dad, Mum, Albus and Lily,

I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving. I am not sure if and when I will be back. I am always being compared to you, Dad, or my siblings. Now I have a chance to be me without the burdens of being in other people's shadows. It's a chance to lead a new life and I am fully prepared to take advantage of this opportunity.

I love you all even if I don't convey that the majority of the time. Take care and I wish you all a lifetime of happiness.

Love,

James

I have no recollection of screaming Harry's name from James' bedroom and I don't remember Harry running into the bedroom with the kids following right behind him. I certainly don't recall my husband taking and reading the letter or him rushing down the stairs to contact the other aurors. All I can remember is I kept repeating over and over again, "James is gone and it's my fault. James is gone and it's my fault."

James's Point of View

I sat down at the base of a tree on Lorcan's uncle's property waiting for my best friend to come out. Finally, Lorcan made it of the house and it took a few moments for him to realize I was there.

Lorcan had a shocked looked on his face, and walked right over to me. He asked me, "James, what are you doing here?"

"Look," I responded back, "I had to get away from my family. My parents favor Albus and Lily and I just can't take it anymore. I have to move on from that place, even if it means that I have to leave my family behind."

Lorcan looked at me skeptically. "James, are you positive you want to do this? I know your parents, they may be difficult but they care for you. Now with that said, I know you and I know that once you have a goal in mind you won't stop until you complete it. I can help you the best I can but it's going to be rough. You sure you're up to this?"

"Yes," I said quickly. "I have to do this. I am losing myself. I don't know who I am anymore. All I know is that I am Harry Potter's son and Albus's brother. That's it. I have to find out who I am again."

"Okay, James. We will do this. But two things first, before we go on from here. You need to change your name and second you have to find yourself a job. This way no one will track you down and you will have a means of supporting yourself."

"Yes, I know this but please help me figure out," I pleaded.

So for the next two hours we worked out a plan. First, we decided on a new name. I was no longer going to be James Potter but Michael Davis. Later that day, Lorcan introduced me to his uncle (we gave him my new name of course) and Lorcan told him that I needed help to find a job. His uncle, Dean, said he liked my personality and asked me to work at his shop in Ireland. I smiled and thanked him. I had officially started my new life as Michael Davis.

I had no idea that back in England my family was conducting a search for me. I would not find that out for another four years.