Ok so I have written the next chapter and I know this one is shorter in comparison with the first proper chapter but this is just my idea for this chapter and I hope you like it. I know many people has added this story to their favorites or followed. I am happy but seriously I need some more reviews.

I have started this because I had some positive feedback before and I really need it now too. I am suffering from a really bad case of writer blocks but I'm trying because I am seriously happy because just recently I got my GCSE results and I have A* in my maths and got B in my English lit and a lot of other good marks (surprise yes I know)

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Chapter 2

Jack was shaking drenched in sweat reliving a dream that torments him for years now- which actually is just a memory.

dream

"Who would want a freak like you?" One of the boys from his orphanage laughed.

"Why would you think we would like to play with you?" Another boy spat. "You're a freak, talking with snakes as if you can understand them for no one likes you." Jack was on the edge of crying.

This was normal for other children to torment him and even through it was normal it still hurt.

In this memory/dream he was about six, quite scrawny and wearing mismatched hand-me-downs.

"Guys, actually I think we could allow him to play with us this once." The oldest boy that was also the leader said al the while grinning like cat that just caught its canary.

"So what do you say? Wanna play?" Jack nodded, clearly not catching what the other boys were on about but happy for once to be allowed to play with them.

And before Jack could say anything else the boys started to kick and throw punches at him.

Outside the dream

"Stop! Please stop! This hurts!" Screams were heard coming from Jack's room awakening the eldest Potters who were quite light sleepers from living through the war.

"Harry, did you hear it?" Daphne asked her husband as she they sat bolt upright.

"Stay here I will check what's going on." Harry said as he put on some pyjama bottoms and was about to leave when Daphne said, "Five minutes, if you're not back I'm going to be looking for you." Harry nodded and went outside.

It became painfully obvious where the screams are coming from as Harry stepped into the hallways and closed the door behind him.

The noise was coming from the doors at the end of the hallway which Harry if he remembers correctly are Jack's.

He walked quickly towards the doors with his wand ready just in case and then as he was just by the doors he pushed them open. Inside he found no one but the boy tossing and turning in the bed all drenched in sweat and screaming at the top of his lungs, "STOP! I'm not a FREAK!". As Harry heard this his heart stopped for a beat and he was at the side of the boy in millisecond shaking him to wake up but the boy only became more violent in the bed.

"No! Don't hit me! Stop! It hurts!" Harry kept shaking but it didn't work so he decided on different approach.

Instead of shaking the boy he embraced him even through it was quite a feat as the boy was still quite violent and lowered his head towards the boy's ear, "Come on child. Wake up son." Just as he said it Jack woke up and began to sob in Harry's bare chest.

While Jack was sobbing into Harry's chest Harry had his own thoughts to go over. He was wondering while he called him son after all it's not a good thing with Daphne already a bit mad suspecting that this could be his child but then the word 'son' just somehow rolled down his tongue without him even realising and it somehow felt right.

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This is the scene that Daphne walked on. Her husband patting the sobbing boy on his back, while being in his own thought.

"I'm really sorry." Daphne watched as the boy began to apologising after a little while of still sobbing. "I didn't mean to wake anyone up."

Daphne watched still not speaking only watching not completely sure if anyone of them was aware of her presence in the room, as Harry raised his hand up and effectively silenced the boy.

"We know you didn't. Ow can you tell us what was your nightmare about?" 'Well that answers the question if they know about my presence' Daphne thought to herself but then Daphne focused on how good her husband was with children- and she didn't really like the fact that this may be his son too if she's right.

"Nothing to worry about, just some memories." Daphne saw that Jack said more than he wanted to say- well this is the effect of Harry Potter.

But there was more to it and as harry flinched slightly- Yes she knew some of her husband's past from before, and holidays. Hogwarts. However she knew however angry she was well more like she is scared she will be used as trophy wife only once he gets third son it was the well being of a child that matters here. She came closer to her husband and patted his shoulder showing her comfort, but they were both quiet for a moment so she thought for a bit.

She was scared that once he has three sons she will be nothing but a trophy wife but then she suggested that Jack may be his son. What did she want to achieve with it she didn't know. Somewhere deep within her she knew that she would never be a trophy wife for Harry loved her as he told her every day. They married for love not out of arranged contract- well there was a contract but Harry settled it with her father because he loved her.

Immediately she wanted to apologise herself for the argument between them. After all he did say that he only slept with others before her and it was when he was still sixteen and now they are both twenty-seven.

"What do you mean memories?" This shook Daphne out of her thought and brought her to reality. "Are you telling me that someone hurt you while you lived in the orphanage?" Harry asked demandingly but still quite softly.

"Not staff, the kids, sir." The boy quickly answered and Daphne knew he answered only because Harry was quite intimidating but there the boy also flinched however it was so fast that Daphne wasn't sure if he did or not.

"Jack look at me. Child look at me." Daphne observed as Harry lifted the boy's chin up, because the boy didn't want to raise his eyes to look at Harry.

"I know how it is."

"How can you know?" Jack asked quietly.

"I lived through it." Harry replied in the gentlest tone he could muster. "Children will always be children, and they will be especially bad to people that are different but then there is nothing wrong with being different, being unique." Harry explained calmly and Jack nodded. Daphne didn't dare moving for she knew that the boy will be ready to speak soon.

"When they first saw me talking to a snake, they began to call me a freak" Harry and Daphne both looked at each other for a moment and they both thought the same thing, Yes the possibility is even bigger for the only people now to speak the language of snakes is Harry and his children as it is rare and at the edge of being a dead ability.

"Jack what do you know about your family?" Harry asked and Daphne really was unsure if this is the right time to be asking this question.

Jack only stared for a moment before answering.

"Now much, sir. All I know is that my mother died giving birth. She only got time to name me. Jack Harry. There wasn't any more information and yes I know the two names don't really work together." Jack shrugged.

"I think I could help you if you would like to know more." Harry said and Daphne observed as Jack's tearstained face morphed into a massive smile.

"That would be amazing. Thank you." Jack said before hugging Harry and then her. Daphne really didn't expect the boy to hug her but after a second she hugged him back.

"Now, now. Do you think we could wait till morning?" Daphne asked as big yawn came out of the boy's mouth. He nodded before laying in his bed once again and quickly failing asleep.

"Come on, we need to sleep too." Daphne said as she took Harry by his hand and led him out towards their bedroom.