A/N: Hey there my lovely readers! I told you a week and I mmmmmmm BACK! Without further ado...

"James!" he heard a voice and his ears slightly perked up. "James, can you wake up?"

James slowly stirred in his sleep as he cracked opened his eye lid and laid his eyes on the most stunning pair of dark emerald green eyes.

"Hey Lily" he said in a hoarse voice, slowly getting up and he scratched the back of his neck as he put on his glasses. Lily who was bending down stood up and erected her pose.

"James," she said in a hesitant tone "Myself and Harry are leaving now." She said as looked everywhere except James. He was only wearing his shorts and had left his chest bare. She concentrated very hard on not to look at his wonderfully sculpted abs as she was trying to get to her point. "I will be back only at 5.30 and someone needs to pick up Harry at 3. He used to stay there with Phoebe because she ran the day care and she could bring him back on her way home. But actually the day care- um-" she was distracted as James started to flex his muscles and she could really see he had worked out a lot in those three years.

"Okay, I'll pick him up at 3." He said matter-of-factly as he got out of his bed.

Lily distractedly nodded her head and with great effort she tore her eyes away from his arms. Oh the arms which used to caress her every single night they had been together. She wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and hug him tight and confess everything. But she also remembered that the idiot thought that she had a kid with somebody else.

She slowly turned away from him and walked to Harry who was singing some rhyme he learnt at the day care. "Come on Harry" she said and he caught her hands and swong it back and forth. They went to the door and James just came out from his room yawning.

Harry turned around and gave James a huge smile and said "Bye Bye!" he waved his hands.

James stopped his yawn midway and grinned at Harry and said "Bye Harry" he too waved at the toddler

Lily just looked at her son and James and she realized she had done a huge mistake by keep the separated from each other.

Lily timidly looked up to James and whispered "Bye, James" But James heard it.

"Bye Lily" he too whispered not knowing what else to say and Lily gave him one longing look before she closed the door behind her.

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James wandered around in the streets of Paris and he hadn't come across anything suspicious like the other day but he couldn't help feel disappointed as he wasted his days in Paris. What was he going to do now? He had come there all the way in the intention of bringing Lily back to England or just return back home disappointed. He had done neither and he was whiling away his time on the streets. He knew he had to wait another two weeks until Lucius came back to the flute vendor to find out what Voldemort was up to. Till then he had to wait.

He grazed the streets and he passed by the church. There was a wedding ceremony in progress in there and he heard the couple tell their vows in French. After the groom kissed the bride the crowd cheered as they ran to the entrance and they posed for their pictures and the crowd stepped aside to let the bride and groom bid their adieu to their family and friends. His hazel eyes followed them as the couple descended their stairs as they got into the limo and rode away into the sunset as a wedded couple for the first time.

He imagined himself in a black tuxedo and a bow. He knew he would wear a bow because quite frankly he was bored of ties after wearing them for seven years in Hogwarts. He wore a dark suit and he definitely left his hair untamed just the way Lily would like it and of course his mother would try her hardest to tame it but it would stay stubborn just like the way it had stayed all his life. He would probably wear dark leather boots which matched Sirius' who would stand next to him as his best man and he would probably sneak a sly smile at one of the bridesmaids standing on the other side. Remus would stand next to him to nudge his best friend and would tell him to stop hitting on bridesmaids and he would throw him a warning glare which would wilt away as he turned to look at the crowd gathered to witness the ceremony.

As the music starts to play the little girls throwing flowers down the aisle and throw a charming smile at the crowd. The music takes a different course indicating the entrance of his beautiful bride. As the sunlight glared his vision, Lily and her father would walk towards him. Whatever doubt he had in his mind would vanish as he looked at the green eyes which enthralled, lured and excited him. He couldn't seriously imagine a life without the bride in the beautiful white gown.

Lily had worn a very elegant strapless gown which is fitted with ruched bodice, accented by gorgeous lace flower and hand beaded details. The empire waist opens to a long, pleated skirt of silk chiffon material. She wore a full sleeved sheer embroidered jacket to complement her dress. Her red hair had been curled up in a French bun and small lilies where pinned to hair on one side. The thin material of her veil was not obstructing her eye contact with James as she walked down the aisle with her father. Her father unveiled her teary eyed and pressed his lips on Lily's cheek as he gave her away to James.

She stood in front of him like an angel fallen from the sky as she looked at him trying to convey her love through her expressive eyes. James didn't need words, he knew. She loved him. He didn't need a wedding as a proof of her love all he ever needed was that look. That look which haunted his dreams, the look he longed to see for three years, and the look he hoped he would get from her once he confesses that he was still in love with her. Heck she would never have to doubt him. He was hers.

'Click.' The camera man took a picture of him and James closed and opened his eyes a couple of times because the flash had blinded him. The camera man said something in French and James shook his head shaking out of his reverie "Sorry, I am not here for the wedding." He awkwardly walked away just turning around once to see if the man had understood or not.

He walked away anyway and he took his nearest right. He walked for a few minutes and found a diner and walked straight in. He looked down at the menu and just pointed what he wanted and paid for it. He took his food to one of the corner booths and started at what they had given him. The food sitting and staring at him was far from familiar and his Adam's apple moved up and down as he gulped looking at the squigly mush they had given him. Hadn't French people heard of sandwiches yet? Probably it was somewhere down there in the menu, he might have missed it because of his incapability to understand the colloquial language. Darn it!

He played with his food for awhile and later abandoned it. He went to the counter and looked at the guy behind the cash register and said in clear words. "French Fries?"

The guy peered trying to make out the words and his eyes brightened "French Fry-ies" he said and James nodded. French Fries hardly made up for lunch but he didn't have another choice.

"Patates frites!" he cried to the guy in the kitchen wearing a white chef's hat. Within minutes James got his French Fries and he went back to his empty booth and stared off into space.

He was left on his own the whole day and all he could do was gathered his random thoughts. More he thought about certain things the more he was confused. What was he doing? What were Lily and James? Were they friends or just old acquaintances? Will Lily accept his love? If she does, will she come back? What if she doesn't? He would understand. She can't think about herself now, she had a kid.

The kid he grew so fond of. Harry was definitely one of a kind. He was such a smart boy, he was always active, he whined but he made them, 'the elders' come alive. He made them run around, he entertained them with his stories and his famous fumbles. James would definitely miss him if Lily doesn't come back with him to London. Harry would always make him smile no matter what was going in that little dingy head of his. He would forget about the rest of the world just by talking to him or watching his antics.

James munched on his French fries and later abandoned them too. He simply wasn't hungry anymore. He got up and walked out of the diner and looked around. The street looked so vague and unfamiliar and he was definitely lost. He wandered around the beautiful city even more and he scolded himself for not learning the language when his mother hired a tutor. He took out the maps he had bought in the muggle railway station which he had forgotten that he had carried in his jacket.

After looking into his maps and walking randomly James finally turned to the familiar street in which Lily's apartment was. He looked at his watch and it said 3. He realized that he was late he ran very fast to the day care and he saw a grandmother lead her grandson out of the door and his eyes fell on a pretty blonde girl who didn't look a day over twenty. She was holding a clipboard in her hand as she waved at the little boy and said something in French.

James ran to the door a little out of breadth and he smiled at the girl. She smiled at him and said something in French again. He shook his head and said "I don't know French" he said

"Oh" she said smiling a little bit. "I don noe 'Eengleesh" she said with a very thick accent.

"Well," he said straightening up "I am here to pick up Harry." He said slowly so she would understand.

She listened closely to what he was saying and nodded. She immediately looked down into her clip board and read the names. She said something again in French he wasn't able to make it out. He frowned slightly and shook his head.

She sighed and held up two fingers at him "Two 'Arry"

"What?" he asked her confused

"Two 'Arry" she repeated "Tell laast name"

"Oh" He nodded and then scratched his head and guessed "Evans. Harry Evans." Somehow that name sounded weird to him. But what else could his name be?He thought

She looked down at the list and studied it twice. She shook her head and frowned at him. "No 'Arry Evans." She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him suspiciously. "'Oo arr you?"

It was James' turn to frown. No Harry Evans? Then what was his surname. Then it struck him. Harry probably had his father's surname.

Then his raised his hands to his hair and ran it through. "I am James Potter. I-"he was cut off by her as she squealed.

"James Potther?" she nodded her head and her blue eyes were gleaming as she looked at the clipboard again. "'Arry James Potther."

"What!" he exclaimed. She showed him the clipboard and he saw the name list. He scanned the list and he stopped in 'H'. There was Harry Fillip Jones and there it was! Harry James Potter! His eyes grew big in realization as he looked at her surprised. She quickly withdrew the clipboard and walked inside to fetch Harry.

James just stood there thunderstruck still blinking at his discovery. Harry is my son.He thought and blinked a little more. "Harry is my son." He said it to reconfirm it. "Harry is my son!" he repeated. Harry had been his son all this while! It surprised him so much a foreign feeling ran up him spine. He, James Potter, was a father. Harry was his flesh and blood. Harry is my son. I don't think I will ever get tired of saying that. After all this while, he waited for Lily in solitude, praying for her safety, waiting for her to come back, not once did it strike him that she would ever bring him such a surprise. She had conceived Harry before she walked out. She wanted to tell me something the night before she walked out. She was pregnant with my child.Now more than ever he wanted to kick himself hard for letting her go.How could I have been so thick? She was always more worn out than usual when she came back home from the ministry, she would run to the bathroom abruptly, she would always bright up in the mention of Molly Weasley's kids and she had weird cravings for food. Of course she wept often, she had mood swings, of course she wanted me to be normal. She was carrying my kid! I was so caught up in the war that I let someone so important to me slip right out of my hands."He is my son, Harry James Potter." he said with pride and his eyes twinkled in the sunlight.

James saw the girl bring out a giggling Harry who was holding her hand. He stopped saying 'He is my son!' because he didn't want to creep her out. But the grin which he had etched in his face was definitely not going away anywhere.

Harry stopped laughing and looked at James. James just stood there looking at him and observing his features. Something just dawned on James as he looked at his son. He has my face, he has my forehead! Crap! He's even got the infamous messy Potter hair! His nose is a little different though. But he is my son!He never got tired of repeating it over and over again in his head.

James looked at him curiously and Harry looked back at him with the same curiosity probably wondering why this man was staring at him.

James smiled at him and said "Hey Harry!"

"Hi," he said still not smiling.

"How was the day today?" he asked him bending down and placed his hands on his knees and was in eye level with Harry.

"Booorrring!" he said removing his hands from the girl's clutches and folded his hands across his chest. He got a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and he bit his lower lip. James tilted his head as though to ask 'Why?'

He took a step forward and touched James' leg. "Tag. Your it!" he laughed as he tried to run away. Because of his quick reflexes which he had acquired during years of Quidditch and Auror training he scooped Harry into his arms before he could take two steps. Harry giggled as James caught him in his arms. James turned around to looking at the girl who was smiling. He nodded his head and he took Harry back to the apartment in his arms.

James had still not lost his stupid grin. He opened the door the muggle way with Harry in one hand and the key in the other. After he closed the door he let Harry down. Harry ran to the couch.

"I am you father!" he announced.

"I know" he said innocently as he tried to remove his backpack but his hand got tangled. James' grin finally slipped away and he frowned as he helped Harry take off his backpack.

"What do you mean you know?"

"Mummy saaaaaid my daddy teech flying game." He said pointing his index finger at James.

James frown vanished as he looked at the toddler. He is definitely a smaller version of me. How did I miss that?

"Well," he looked at Harry as he crouched down and pulled him closer. "You can call me daddy if you like."

Harry's face broke out into a grin and he said "Daddy," James swore this was one of the memories he would never forget.

James smiled "Say it again!"

"Daddy" Harry laughed as James caught his waist and shook him.

"Again!"

"Daddy!"

"Aag-gain!"

"Daddy!" he said laughing James let go of him. James would never get tired of Harry saying that.

He ran his hands through Harry's hair and he brought it down to his cheeks and then he touched his nose. Harry crinkled his nose but continued smiling. His smile was very contagious, James smiled at him too.

"You look just like me." He said

"Rea-wlly?" he asked

"Really" he nodded

James lifted him into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. Harry was sitting on his arm as they looked at the mirror. James leaned a little forward for him to get a better view.

James pointed at his hair at the mirror "See, you and I both have messy black hair." James ruffled his hair as Harry peered into the mirror. "You have my face" circling his hands around his face "You have my forehead" he touched his forehead and then Harry's. Harry leaned even more to get a better look as his look of his father's and his reflection. He looked at them back and forth. James was quiet as he looked at his son.

Once Harry was done observing their reflection he turned and looked at James. He put his little paw on his nose and said "Nose!"

James chuckled at his son. "Yes Harry. Our noses are a little different." He looked at him lovingly as he carried him back to the living room. "I think you inherited it from your mother's father. He may not be the best looking man there is but it doesn't make you any less handsome. You are my son after all."

Harry looked at him seriously because he looked up to the only male figure in his life. "Do you knoe footy-ball?"

James drew his neck back and then he looked at the table then back at Harry. "I don't know much about it. It is a muggle's game."

"Mowggle?"

"Yeah," he said "Folks who can't do magic."

"Magick!" Harry said excitedly and clapped his hands "Do Magick!"

James smiled. Harry was a big box of smiles. No one can look at him and his antics and not smile. He took a deep breath and concentrated hard on his animal form. In a heartbeat he turned into a magnificent stag. His expressive hazel eyes bore into Harry's that even the baby had to sigh in amazement. The stag ran around Harry who was currently sitting on the coffee table, twice and Harry gave out his infamous gurgle of laughter.

James turned back into a human and saw Harry jumping up and down with excitement. He never wanted to stay away from his son again, ever. Just as he watched Harry he heard a loud pop in the balcony as he saw the petite figure of the love of his life.

Her face was flushed and her hair looked windswept as she turned around to face her family. Harry immediately got off the coffee table and ran to hug his mother.

She responded with a smile and lifted him to her hands and kissed his forehead. Harry kissed her on her cheek, she let him to the ground and Harry ran back to James.

She placed her bag on the kitchen counter and she turned make her evening tea. "Hello James," she said

"Hello," he said quietly not knowing how to confront her.

"How was your day?" she asked

"Good." He said in the same quiet voice. He felt a surge of confidence ride through his body "Very good actually. I-"

He was cut off by Harry squealing and running around "He did magic!" he said jumping up and down "He did magic"

Lily just smiled and turned to give James a 'what-did-I-tell-you' look. James simply shrugged and looked at Harry still jumping up and down.

"He did magic" he screamed at the top of his voice.

Lily bobbed her up and down as she looked at Harry jumping "I know Harry, now stop jumping before you hurt yourself!" She bringing her tea to the counter and placed it next to her bag.

"He can, rea-wlly" he said again and started to jump "Daddy can do magic!"

"I know Harry. He can- Wait. Daddy?" she looked up from her tea. She first looked at Harry and then dragged her eyes to look at a solemn James.

A/N: I swear I didn't do it on purpose! I usually type 2000 to 3000 words per chapter and I just thought it would be nice to end it here. It just happened to be a cliff hanger. Don't hate me… And Harry is James' so-on, Harry is James' so-on, Harry is Jamie's so-on (In an annoying tone that rings in your ears when you wake up sweating from a 'scary-clown-was-chasing-me' nightmare) Dontcha just love the Potters?

Annnnnnnnd to my faithful reviewers... errew, marauderfan92, Anonymous, Guest, Catalina Brown, and londonflower!

Review replies:

Guest: You still wont leave me a name? *puppy dog look* I am asking for a name so that I can recognize you as many unsigned reviewers review with the name 'Guest'...

Anonymous: Hey again! You should leave a name behind so that I can call you with that name, anonymous, builds this 'unfamiliarity' wall between us, dontcha think? Anywho, you read last chappie more than once? Awwww... (hope you missed my typos...) You are one of my favourite reviewers... And Remus is not far behind in the story and Sirius will be back soon too. I cant wait for him to make an appearance and I would get a chance to unleash my craziness- um eccentricity...

marauderfan92: Hey you, Harry is James' so-on (X3) see he found out. I hope you liked it, you are so sweet you know that? You reviewed every chapter and I am so glad to fing my inbox flooded with your reviews.. Thank you...

londonflower: my new 'unsigned' reviewer. thank you so much for reading and I truly hope you enjoyed.