Author's Note: So here is the next chapter... and it's late night here... Enjoy...;-) (PLEASE READ THE END NOTE)

Living in the past

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!

" " : talk

Italic: Think

Chapter 3:

A family was having dinner in their home, the Potter manor. The dinning room was very enormous like all of the manor's corresponding rooms. The dinning table was large enough to be occupied by more than 50 peoples. But despite its size, there were only 3 people sitting there, a couple and their child. Charlus Potter was seated at the head chair, Dorea Potter right next to her husband at the right side and James opposite to her. Elves were popping in and out, bringing freshly prepared food. And you could smell delicious mouth-watering aromas, which could easily increase your hunger.

Once the dinner had finished and the elves had cleaned the table, the father started the conservation:

"James, I had heard a very astonishing tale from your mother about your prank."
Folding his fingers like a business-like manner and arranging his hand at the table, Charlus asked his son.

Truth be told, his anger had vanished soon after seeing the stranger child in the hospital wing, who had looked like twin to James but the father wanted to make his son to realize his mistake.

"But Dad!", his son whine. "There was no one to play with and I was getting bored! So I thought to have some fun. I had only placed a dung bomb in a gift-wrapped box, at that room. So I could prank Race. And, then I ordered him to look after the gift for me so he could be frightened. But he was stupid enough to hold it. It was not my mistake!"

The raven-child folded his arms at his chest, forming a pout showing his defying behavior.

"Sweetie, you should have made it clear for him to not hold it. Now see, Race had got hurt!". For the first time Dorea continues the confrontation.

"You will apologize to Race, now!," the only aged-wizard order in not so-commanding voice.

'What is wrong with Dad! It was not my fault! I was just having fun!... Anyways... it was not THAT serious! Race always got hurt as elves tries to punish themselves!' The child muses internally.

"Race!", called the male healer.

Soon an elf wearing torn crazy robe appeared whose hands were still bandaged: "Master call Race?"

The couples' eyes averted to their son expectantly.

"I am sorry, Race, for your hands".
That's all! James will not say anything after that. It was not his fault!

"Thank you, master James for apologizing to Race." The elf disappeared soon after replying half-heartedly.

The arrogant child than stands from his chair, stomping towards the direction to his room he leaves the family showing how disrespectful he had became. The parent sighs disapprovingly. They haven't known what had gone wrong with their only kid. He was becoming more arrogant and spoilt by days passing.

"What happened honey?" The wife asked his husband. She had known soon after Charlus had came back from work at Mungos that he was so... quite. Although, the male healer had shown his calm fecade but his wife was well aware of the disguise.

"Darling, I had met some child while during my work... He was very injured and hurt... And the most astonishing thing was... that... he was looking almost twin to James. Same face... same hair..."

"Oh, dear! how is that possible?" Dorea did know very well that Charlus could not cheat her with another woman. James was born after the prayers of many years. And when there wasn't any sign of a child in the past, many people had suggested her husband to marry another witch for a offspring but Charlus had always neglected their opinions.

"I don't know! While he was same as James, he had green eyes and a scar at the head."

-Flashback-

Green eyes of the child opens slowly to stare the surrounding, a weary and scrappy groan escapes the lips. The injured boy in the room of St. Mungo came into his senses slowly. He was keep blinking owlishly like the raven-child cannot see. That reminds the father about his own son's poor eyesight.

"You are awake!" exclaimed the mediwitch excitedly, rushing forward towards her patient.

"How are you... child?" She questioned her unknown patient, while thinking: This one is not James, for he had got green eyes not hazel ones!

"I have got some pain... and I can't move..."

"Hmmm" replied the only female.

"Ma'am, where am I?" came a croaky question.

"You are at St. Mungos, hospital for the wizard and witch." For the first time Charlus introduced his voice.

"Oh!... I can't see anything. Where are my glasses?", raven whispered the question.

"Here drink some water."

He was not the boy's appointed healer but he had known from the croaky voice of scar-head patient that the child needed some water to drink.

With the wave of her hand the mediwitch arranges the bed for her patient in the half sitting position.

The child's hand were shaking very badly who was trying very hard to hold the glass, showing his extent of pain and exhaustion. Sighing out loudly for the stub-bornity of the child, the male-healer helped the raven by holding the glass of water. With his help, the injured child slowly started to drink the water in slow sips. Soon the thirst of the child faded.

"We haven't known about your weak eye-sight. But I will diagnose it personally next time when you will be... in less pain!" replied the older female. "What is your name... child? And how you got so much injured?"

Silence

Now both the healers were observing their patient, carefully. The injured child's brows were furrowed in deep concentration like he was... thinking something... or trying to remember?

"errr... my name... ?", the scar-haired boy tried.

"Its ok, sweetie! If you don't remember anything we will try to find your parents", the mediwitch solved her patients problem. After all by getting so much injuries there was a chance that the child could lose his memory temporary, due to mental trauma.

"Ok, don't over-exert yourself. Try to take some sleep but here drink some potions first." The female healer offered the potions to the bandaged child. Soon after the potion entered the mouth the child's face started to regain some calmness and he was asleep.

-End of Flashback-

"He had lose his memory."

"Oh, poor child! We should meet him."

"Yes dear! we will certainly meet when he will be more conscious but I know that will not be any time soon."

The couple was so much engaged in their conservation they did not realize a certain arrogant raven who was eaves-dropping.


End Notes: Hey guys! My semester papers are starting from next week. So pleaaaaaaaaaze, pray for me. This week is my viva week. So, wish me all the best! Also, I don't know when will I update next. May it could take 1 week or 2? I don't know. But it is possible that your reviews will encourage me to write faster. So give me more reviews.

Question 1: A reviewer had asked me that What will be the age of James and Harry? So, I am leaving it to you if you wanted to make Harry younger or as the same age of James?

Question 2: As you know that Harry is acting to be losing his memory so in the future Potters will be naming him. What new name do you wanted to replace Harry's?

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