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Summary: Lily and James divorced. James never knew Lily was pregnant at that time. Both remarried, but only Lily's marriage survived. And Lily now lives in America, but what happens if both worlds collide?

The Lost Son

Chapter 7: Second home

James placed Esmée back on the ground and led the way to the hall. Before Harry could take a step to follow, Esmée stood in front of him with her arms in the air.

'Up?'

James turned around to watch Harry's reaction. The boy might have a sister at his mother's, but that girl wasn't Esmée and he didn't really know her yet. To his surprise Harry let out a small chuckle and picked the girl up. Harry looked up to see the questioning faces.

'What?'

'You hardly know her and you're already being a big brother to her,' James explained.

'I'll have to be her big brother if I'm going to spend my weekends here,' Harry smiled.

'Come on,' James beamed. Harry walked into the hall and stopped dead in his tracks.

'Something wrong?' Sirius smirked.

'This place is huge!' Harry exclaimed.

'The Potters are a rich, old wizarding family, what else would you expect?' Sirius laughed.

'I didn't know,' Harry blushed.

'It's not your fault your mother didn't tell you anything, Harry,' James assured.

Sirius's jaw dropped. 'Lily didn't tell him anything?' His face darkened.

'Leave it, Padfoot. What's done is done and we can't change that,' James sighed.

'Shall we, uh, go to my room now?' Harry asked timely. A small smile appeared on James' face and he walked up the marble stairs. Sirius gave Harry a small push and they started to follow James, Remus close behind them.

James led them through a richly decorated hall. The floor was covered by a red fluffy carpet; the walls were a lighter shade of red and filled with paintings in golden frames. The ceiling was yet again red, but it was the lightest shade of all. Most paintings greeted them and looked curiously at Harry. Suddenly they stopped.

'This will be your room, Harry. It used to be my room, but now I only use it for special guests.'

'How come you never let me stay in there?' Sirius asked.

'Because you're not special, you're just a git.'

Remus laughed. 'Good one, James.'

James bowed and then opened the door.

The room was absolutely breathtaking. The carpet was a much darker and deeper shade of red than the one in the hall. On the right was a king-sized four-poster with red covers and curtains and a nightstand on both sides. The bed was placed between two doors. Right in front of them was a double glass door as high as the room which led to a balcony. Right in the middle of the room stood a collection of cosy red couches and arm-chairs. Against the wall on the left were a desk and bookcases. The sealing was black with bright stars on it.

'This is going to be MY room?' Harry asked, almost dropping Esmée.

'Yep. Like it?'

'LIKE IT? How can you say that? I love it!'

'Ok, well that door on the right go the, uh I mean your bed leads to the bathroom and the other is a walk-in closet,' James explained.

'Wow.'

'Dump that bag, so we can show the rest,' Sirius whined. Harry laughed and put Esmée down to dump his bag on HIS bed.

The rest of the day the three Marauders showed Harry the rest of the house. Every room was decorated with red and gold, but not so that the room appeared dark and small, only the kitchen was a small exception to that. It was white, but not blinding, and only if you took a very close look, could you spot red and gold. The Marauders were telling Harry about the adventures they had in this house and James added some family history to that.

All too soon the day had come to an end. Remus had gone home two hours before, but Sirius had kept whining until James would let him stay for the weekend. Roy and Esmée had been put to bed right before Remus left and now James, Harry and Sirius were on their way to bed themselves.

'Still know where your room is, Harry?' Sirius joked.

'Uh, no?' Harry blushed.

'Don't be embarrassed, it took Padfoot a month to remember where his room was,' James smiled. 'Now, you can remember, because of the decoration on the other wall.' James pointed at a shield on the wall to the left. In the middle of it was a golden lion, the rest of the shield was divided in three. The first part pictured a sword and a shield, the second a wand shooting silver stars and the last part showed another shield in which a lion, a raven, a badger and a snake around a big 'H'.

'Cool.'

'Prongs put a permanent sticking charm on it, so his parents couldn't move it, else he wouldn't be able to find his room,' Sirius joked.

'No, Padfoot. I put that charm on it, because it's the eldest and coolest heirloom in the house,' James corrected, but his cheeks did turn slightly pink.

'Why do you call each other Prongs, Padfoot and Moony?' Harry asked.

'We'll tell you tomorrow. Now I suggest you go to sleep or your mother will forbid you to come here again,' James promised.

'Okay,' Harry nodded and walked into his room, then changed into his pyjamas. He pulled back the covers and got into bed. The mattress was so soft he sank into it. He softly drifted into dreamland as he lay contently curled up in the big bed.

-Dream-

'Go away, leave us alone,' a woman yelled.

'You don't get it do you?' A cruel voice hissed.

'What would I need to get? I won't let you hurt my baby.'

'I will kill your baby and you won't stop me.'

'Kill me, but leave my baby alone.'

'Shut up, stupid Mudblood.'

'Leave Harry alone.'

'Crusio.' The woman screamed in pain and the cruel voice laughed. 'Now, for you, brat. Avada Kedavra.'

A bright green light appeared, the woman screamed, but her cries were drowned by a louder high pinched laugh that turned in a scream a second later.

-Land of the wake people-

'Harry, wake up. It's just a dream,' a voice smoothed. Harry was shaking and his pyjama stuck to his body, socked by cold sweat. 'Are you ok, Harry? You were screaming in your sleep.'

'Yeah, I think so. It was just a nightmare... I think.'

James was looking worried at his son. 'What do you mean, you think?'

'It looked so real, but it was just a dream.'

'Are you sure?'

'Unless a one year old baby can survive the Avada Kedavra curse, I'm sure.'

James gave him a strange look, but didn't press the subject. The dream couldn't have explained why Harry got that scar, could it?

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