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"Let's get this over with"
"Can I call you Harry now?"
Harry simply nodded; his head was too full of how Ron might react. Following Hermione down the stairs he wished he could apparate. Be far away before anyone realised he had gone.
As Hermione entered the kitchen, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, it was Arthur; Rose in his arms. He opened his mouth to speak, but caught sight of Harry.
Rose squealed as she fell to the floor.
The kitchen was silent. Even Rose could pick up on the tension. Hugo decided that it was strange adult behavior and was about to introduce Dean to his granddad when Arthur spoke.
"Harry?" His voice was hoarse and full of disbelief.
Harry? Now Hugo, James and Rose were confused. Who on earth was Harry? And why were their parents acting so strange.
Arthur looked at Hermione for help, his voice did not seem to be connected to his brain any more. He was not entirely sure that he wasn't hallucinating.
"Arthur, you know Harry. James' dad." At Hermione's words Arthur looked at James for the first time. The resemblance to Harry hit him like a brick, he almost staggered backwards. As recognition dawned he smiled and drew Harry into a hug.
"You realise Molly will have a fit?" Arthur was trying to figure out how best to diffuse his wife as Hermione mumbled something about 'Ginny wanted…'. Until a small voice put a dampener on things considerably.
"Dad. What's going on? Who's Harry?" James spoke from the corner and Harry had to look around to see him.
"I'm Harry, James. And these are old friends of mine."
James' eyes filled with confusion. "What?"
Harry crossed the room and knelt down next to him, so only James could hear what he was saying.
"Listen, I used to be someone different, a long time ago. But whatever people are calling me, I'm still your dad and I still love you, OK. Nothing will ever change that. Ever."
James looked like he wanted more explaining, but a diversion arrived in the form of George, Bill and four small redheads. Harry gave James one last big hug before the small bog ran off to join the bundle.
"He took that well." Commented Hermione.
"Only because he doesn't know what's going on. He knows if he's mad at me he'll never get to know." Harry was not smiling, but was relieved that nothing bigger had happened.
Hearing Harry's voice, George looked over.
"Good to see you Harry" he said lightly before turning to Bill.
Suddenly he turned back to Harry so fast they heard his neck crack.
"Merlin's beard. Is that really Harry? Harry Potter where have you been all these years?"
Bill was smiling over George's head, Arthur was grinning in the corner and six redheads and a dark haired child looked very confused. The adults were saved any explaining by the arrival of the women.
The population in the kitchen swelled massively. Molly, Angelina, Fleur and Ginny pushed their way through the door. They fell silent as they surveyed the scene in front of them.
Arthur took charge.
"Molly, this is James, Hugo's friend. George and Bill were early. And this is James' dad. Harry Potter."
Silence.
Harry held his breath as the whole kitchen froze.
Molly stared as if frozen. Ginny had tears running down her face, Angelina looked as shocked as George had and Fleur simply looked confused.
Molly fainted, breaking the tension.
An hour later the situation had been diffused. Molly was lying down, George was teaching Quiddich and Harry was finally in the lounge with his son, alone.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Harry was glad James spoke first; he did not know where to begin.
Harry nodded. "A long time ago I was just like you. A wizard. That's how I know the Weasley's. I went to Hogwarts with Hugo's parents; that's how they recognised me. I think you know the next bit, but I never dreamt they would be teaching about me in DADA. After defeating Voldemort I lost my powers. That's why you've never seen me do magic, because I can't any more. I couldn't deal with the world knowing that Harry Potter couldn't be their saviour any more, so I left. It was the hardest thing I ever did. I left my friends behind and all memories of my parents. I haven't seen another wizard in 15 years."
He didn't want to explain any more than this right now. But he knew he had to explain enough for his son.
"Did my mum know?"
Whatever Harry had been expecting, it wasn't that. He knew James missed him mum, though sometimes he thought he didn't really know how much.
"No. There was too much hurt in my past from this world; the memories of everyone who died fighting Voldemort. I couldn't do magic anymore and felt it might do more harm than good to tell her. But I always loved your mum. I still do."
James nodded and hugged Harry, who took it as a sign that all was forgiven, if not very well explained.
"Can you play Quiddich?"
"I used to be Gryffindor seeker. I'll come play with you later." Harry promised.
Hermione poked her head round the door. She looked tense.
"Ron's back."
"Ron?" The confusion was back on James' face.
"Hugo's dad. My best mate from Hogwarts."
James pushed him towards the door; following at a safe distance.
Ron was talking avidly as Harry entered the garden, motioning towards Fred, George's youngest, who was currently playing chaser. Harry stood beside Ginny, and waited.
He was surprised to feel her hand take his, but squeezed it anyway, as he would have done when they went out in his sixth year. He knew she remembered when she blushed.
"Mione, explain." Said Ron suddenly. Without anyone noticing he had ended up facing Harry. Ron was about to go check himself into St Mungo's for hallucinations.
"Ron, you know Harry. James' dad." At Hermione's words Ron looked at James for the first time. At that moment James was swerving on his broom looking for the snitch. Harry smiled; he was playing seeker! The resemblance to Harry hit Ron visible, he stumbled backwards.
"Where've you been?"
Hermione sensed danger. "Ron" she said warningly.
"No, Hermione, don't you 'Ron' me. My best mate disappears and I don't see him for 15 years, then he turns up on my doorstep. Not even an owl mate. Well?"
"Mate, I would have if I could." Harry had not expected this, everyone else had been glad to see him.
"You're a freaking wizard Harry!" Ron was red in the face and screaming. "Of course you could."
"No Ron" Harry shook his head sadly. "I'm not a wizard any more mate. Haven't been for fifteen years."
Harry recognised this as breaking point. Ron would either hug him or thump him.
I'm still working on the next few chapters, but they are coming! Let me know what you think so far please!