Here is the rewrite for Chapter 2

I'm going through a chapter at a time, so please don't get angry when the chapters aren't real updates, i'm doing them quickly

Also the rewrite of chapter 1 is already up

Dumbledore held up his hands as he was besieged with questions, comments, and demands. "James, Lily please, we all assumed 16 years ago that Harry died but now you want me to believe that he is alive based simply on a boy you glimpsed in a restaurant?"

"Dumbledore, I know it sounds crazy, but I got that mother feeling when I saw him, I know its Harry. After all we never did find a body and something always told me he was alive." Lily explained holding her hands together and twisting them.

Dumbledore sat down and suddenly looked several years older than he had seconds before. Something that he never truly considered occurred to him. Yes, he knew of the prophecy, but a house blowing up and Voldemort disappearing hadn't clicked for him. He had simply thought it was a coincidence.

"If Harry Potter survived that night then it would explain why Voldemort disappeared 16 years ago." Dumbledore gestured for them all to sit down. Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily all took a seat looking once again like they were there for some prank again.

"Almost 18 years ago there was a prophecy made concerning the downfall of Voldemort, not going into details basically it would be a boy born at the end of July to parents who had defied Voldemort 3 times. The prophecy would have applied to Harry and Neville Longbottom, as Neville was never touched and Harry went missing presumed dead, I assumed that the prophecy was never fulfilled and we had to wait more for our savior." Dumbledore explained.

"I never thought that Harry was alive. But if Harry is indeed that boy who ran today then he is the only one to have survived the Avada Kedavra spell."

Lily gasped and James paled drastically, Sirius muttered "Bloody Hell" under his breath.

Remus appeared to be thinking, but smiled and glanced up at Dumbledore, "So that would make him the Boy-Who-Lived wouldn't it?"

"Yes," Dumbledore smiled and his eyes twinkled. "I suppose it would."

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Tonks rushed into the Potter house at Godric's Hallow and shouted for everyone to come to the kitchen.

"I have something that you are gonna want to see." She ran to the kitchen and plopped down by Evan, the Potter's youngest child.

"Hey Evan what's going on? Ready to head back to school?"

"Nah, Mum and Dad are freaking because they think that Harry is alive and Violet has locked herself in her room because she doesn't believe them." Evan stared morosely at the table and didn't even look up as everyone filed in.

"What is it Tonks?" Lily asked as she sat down next to Evan.

"Well I went to the local Muggle library to look up this kid the policemen have in custody. I got his first name, Chaz from a policeman who knew him, and linked it with Harry. A lot of stuff popped on them." Tonks pulled papers out of her pocket and laid them on the table.

Everyone leaned closer to see the headlines of the papers. Titles such as ORPHANS MISSING and TWO INNOCENT BOYS KIDNAPPED and DID THEY LEAVE ON PURPOSE?. screamed back at them.

"From what I read this is how it went down." Tonks leaned back and rolled her shoulders.

"Harry Johnson was admitted to the London Children's Ward on November 1, 1981, he had no parents that were known of. Charles Mitchell was left there by his parents at 6; Harry and he were best friends from their first meeting. When they were 12 and there was a class trip to a museum, they simply disappeared and were never seen again. Everyone thought they were kidnapped or ran away. Here's a picture a journalist took of them when they were 8 and he was doing a piece on abandoned children." Tonks pulled another sheet of paper out of her cloak and laid that on the table.

Lily gasped and James let out a whoop. There in the picture, their arms around each other was a carbon copy of James at 8 and the boy in custody but a lot younger.

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Chaz stared at the wall in the interrogation room and let everything run around in his head. He didn't regret telling Harry to run, something told him that it would be bad if Harry got caught as well. But it was ironic that Swifty was the one to get caught. Chaz sighed, the pretty cop had said something about special division people wanting to talk to him. He hoped they would hurry up because Tales was on his way and Chaz was hungry.

He also couldn't imagine what the special division wanted to talk to him about. He hadn't done anything that was really wrong, and he didn't have any connections to organized crime. He shifted in his chair and looked at the wall clock, when were they going to get here?

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"Alright Kingsley what's the deal with the kid?" Sirius leaned against the wall looking thought the one-way mirror.

"He claims that his name is Sam Spade, Austin Powers, James Bond, and last but not least Inspector Gadget. It changes every time we ask him, and these are his personal effects." Kingsley upended an envelope on the table. There was a set of picks, a large knife, and some loose change. He also had small piece of paper with direction on a car written on it.

"According to the street cops, the picks are made specially for car jacking and the knife can be used to start the car."

Sirius whistled under his breath, "So James's son is a car jacker and all around thief."

"It's looking that way I'm afraid." Kingsley agreed and looked though the glass as well. "The other boy that escaped, the one that we think is Harry, is always seen with this one. Several of the police officers have mentioned seeing them together on the streets. If one is breaking the law, than the other one is as well."

They both studied the boy in silence, he held the information that could change lives.

"So are you going in any time soon?" Kingsley asked after a while.

"Yeah, right now is best I suppose."

Sirius walked to the door and walked to the other room, the beat cops had filled him in that Chaz was a street kid that went by Swifty and was never seen without his friend Specs. From the description that he had given of the fleeing boy, they had confirmed that the runner was indeed Specs.

"So what's up Swifty, or should I say Chaz?" Sirius sat down opposite the boys and lounged back giving the appearance of complete boredom.

Chaz looked up in surprise then shrugged his shoulders, just cause the guy knew his name didn't mean anything. The cops that asked too many questions had probably filled him in.

"Look I got no problem with you, in fact you can go back to jacking cars if you want. I need info, more than that; I need to know where this boy is." Sirius shoved the newspaper chipping across the table right under his nose.

Chaz studied the picture with hidden surprise, where had they found that? And why did they want Harry?

Chaz shoved the picture back across the table and folded his arms in defense. "Look I have no idea who that kid is. And even if I did why the hell would I tell you?"

"Because his parents want him back?" Sirius studied the kid carefully, did he imagine it or did the kid look angry after that comment?

"His parents," Chaz sneered, " God, give me a break. His parents gave him up and didn't want him anymore. So forgive me if I don't believe you and tell you to shove off."

"His parents thought he was dead, and you just admitted to knowing him." Sirius leaned back in satisfaction at the kid's blank stare and then his angry flush.

"Look kid, we need him back and we need him now. People's lives depend on it, a whole society of people."

"What group of people could a street rat save, especially when he has spent 16 years away from them?" Chaz scoffed and shoved his chair back from the table. He stood and glared at the Sirius. "I want my phone call."

"Look, there is a reason, you just might not understand."

"I understand more than you know. I want my phone call."

Sirius sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, there was only one more thing that he could say. "Do you believe in magic?"