Disclaimers and Notes: Harry Potter is not mine, nor are any of the characters or items used in this fanfiction (thus, the word/term "Fanfiction"). HP belongs to J. K. Rowling, and she's a wonderful author for it. I respect her. Her work is beautiful, to say the least.

Starmites the musical and the lyrics do NOT belong to me. Music and lyrics belong to Barry Keating, and the book belongs to Staurt Ross and Barry Keating.

As always, READ and REVEIW!!!

Geuna~

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Charmed Curses

By Lady Geuna

Rated: This chapter will be rated PG

Summary: What if James Potter wasn't killed on Halloween, 1981? Voldemort devised the perfect punishment for his insolence. A curse that would cause James more pain than the Cruciatus Curse could ever. But things don't exactly turn out as planned, and fate takes a strange turn for those in the past, as well as the future.

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"..." speech

'....' thoughts

/.../ with italics means a flashback or a part of a flashback

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Reunions: First Steps (Part 3 of 3)

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'What he really wanted (and it felt almost shameful to admit it to himself) was someone like--someone like a parent: an adult wizard whose advice he could ask without feeling stupid, someone who cared about him, who had had experience with Dark Magic...'

Harry Potter ~ Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 2 (The Scar), by J. K. Rowling.

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It was almost midnight, and the castle was silent. Peeves the Poltergeist roamed the halls, feeling very wary of the Bloody Baron. Particularly now more than ever, since a "small" incident in the dungeons a few days ago. Peeves had dared to defile a very fine suit of armor with toilet paper, paint, and rooster feathers. The Baron was not amused... Though, now that most of the armor was destroyed, there wasn't much to be angry about... With Peeves, anyway.

But Peeves would rather not take his chances...

A Headmaster, a werewolf, and an Azkaban escapee were now conversing over recent events. The Pensive used on James Potter would remain untouched until the morning, after they've all gotten some rest. The future still held may questions to be answered, and no doubt some complications once the Ministry gets involved(Dumbledore would inform them the next day, much to Sirius' displeasure...).

Dumbledore was troubled, wondering what demons could possibly be hiding in James' mind to have caused such a catastrophe(As the one in the Underground.). The one that nearly did some major damage to Hogwarts as well, yet that had been stopped just in the nick of time... Dumbledore's still worried for Severus, as the Potions Master would take a while to heal...

Sirius feared for his friends mind, but he was unwilling to loose James' friendship nor his trust, no matter what might occur and horror might befall them all the in future. He had a terrible feeling that James might try to... kill himself... Though, the James Potter who Sirius knew would never commit such an act of sheer cowardice upon himself.

Lupin could only pray and wish for the best, however, what he had seen in James' eyes had terrified him... And he had also saw the sadness and warmth in those same eyes as Lupin was told James about his son... when Sirius had refused to leave his side... When he had laughed...

There was hope. As long as they didn't leave each other again...

Never again.

Sometime during their conversation Lupin had slipped off to sleep in his armchair, facing Dumbledore's desk. The werewolf was still exhausted and rather ill, though he had refused to admit to such.

Dumbledore allowed them to stay, for Sirius didn't want to wake his friend. The Headmaster conjured up a few blankets, and Sirius covered Lupin before settling himself in his own armchair. Dumbledore left them alone in his office (Which said volumes on how much he truly trusts them both...).

Before Sirius let sleep carry him off, he wondered briefly if everything would be alright... For James as well as his godson...

Time could only tell, and it then hit the stroke of midnight...

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All is now quiet in Hogwarts, and even Peeves was silent for once (Still hiding from the Baron.).

No one could see, of course, an invisible figure rushing through the halls in great haste, down and up several stairways, and finally halting before it's destination. The infirmary entrance...

A single fifth year Gryffindor, dressed in his night clothes, wrapped in an inherited Invisibility Cloak, quickly tried to open the door before him.

But, alas, the door was firmly locked tight.

Of course. Madame Pomfrey wasn't a stupid woman by any means. Harry had expected this and came prepared. He reached into his pocket, taking out his penknife. He clumsily stuck the blade into the lock (It was dark, and the key hole was very small.). Finding an opening, Harry jiggling the penknife around a few time and he could hear an audible 'clink'!

Harry would thank Sirius later.... everyday for as long as he lived!

He pushed the door open, slipped inside, and shut it behind him. Harry slipped his cloak from his head and shoulders, looking around. .... The first thing he saw was Snape, sleeping quietly, with his exposed chest wrapped with clean white bandages. He didn't look too good... But that isn't who he was looking for.

Harry walked forward a bit more. The room was so dark... and then he saw it.

Two beds to the left from Snape, with blanks and pillows piled up... A head of unruly jet black hair that showing up against the clean white pillow linen like an big ink stain...

Harry could feel the blood drain from his face.

James Potter, his father, lay asleep right before his eyes...

This was his chance... I would... He'd thought about this moment so much, but all his ideas of what to do when the moment came slipped from his mind. So instead, he just opened his now very dry mouth and asked weakly, "Dad...?"

Silence...

Harry managed to swallow the lump in his throat, moving a step closer too the bed, forcing his feet not to draw sluggishly against the floor. But he could do nothing about the way his head was spinning, the feeling of weightlessness as if he'd just fallen from a broomstick, nor the nervousness that was wracking through his body like electricity.

Could Harry do this...?

...........

He... wasn't to sure about that at the moment...

Harry took a few deep breaths. He was so nervous, so scared, that he had to fight the urge to run away. Or cry... He closed his eyes just in time, feeling hot tears form under his eyelids.

'I will not cry, I will not cry...'

Looking up at the ceiling, Harry carefully blinked the tears away, silently vowing not to cry in front of his father. He didn't want to seem so weak... He would be a true son. Harry would be everything his father could hope for.

He had to be.

He slipped off his Invisibility Cloak all the way, allowing it to pool onto the floor. Then, tentatively, Harry reached out and gently grasped James' shoulders, shaking them just a little. The man looked so... weak and sick... And he wasn't responding to being shaken.

"Dad...?"

James didn't wake...

"Dad...? Dad, please wake-up....?"

Nothing... Harry didn't want to go as far as to yell in order to wake the man, and he had an odd feeling that it wouldn't help anyway. I was plainly obvious what the problem was.

They must've given him a sleeping potion. A very strong one.

Damn them.

Disappointment hit him like a ton of bricks. Harry had built up for this moment in his mind every waking second up until now, and... There it was...

Laying right in front of him, dressed in red Gryffindor pajamas. A pair of round framed glasses set on his nose. Unruly black hair, just like his own, framing his tired, haunted, blood drained face.

'My Dad, my Dad, my Dad....'

"Dad..." That word... felt so good to say. It really did.

Harry watched the sleeping form of his father for quite some time before thinking to remove James' glasses (He knew from experience how uncomfortable it could to sleep with them on.). After gently slipping them off, Harry took a moment to inspect them, marveling at how alike they were to his own. The likeness was uncanny. It was one thing to hear others say how much he looked like James, and to see pictures of him, but it was a totally different thing to see it in the flesh.

Placing the spectacles on the small bedside table, Harry then pulled up a chair that was already next to James bed (being very careful as to not scrape it along the stone floor)and took a seat.

Harry smiled to himself, leaning forward to prop his elbows up on the edge of the mattress and to hold his head in his hands. Now he could just watch his father... Knowing that this man was his (in a sense). His father, and no one else's. No one would take him away ever again.

And Harry figured then that it would've been a terrible idea to wake James... He looked so peaceful... And maybe that was the slightest trace of a smile on his lips...

Harry's smile widen, a feeling of absolute joy swelling through him.

'Dad...'

Harry sighed contently, reaching out and taking the sleeping mans hand in his own and squeezing gently.

He'd never left so happy...

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Someone hummed a familiar tune... Sang familiar words...

"Say goodnight..."

Haunting.

"I'll be the light..."

Comforting...

"And pray your soul to keep..."

"Lily?"

"Hm?" Lily stopped humming and looked over James. Those eyes... those glorious green eyes made his heart melt... "What is it, James?"

This was a dream... This was just like it was before. James was really at Hogwarts, years have pasted, Harry was fifteen, Lily was dead...

But it seemed so real... And now Lily was scooting over to where he lay on his back, starring at the white ceiling of their bedroom. She ran a hand through his messy hair affectionately, making him to shiver. "What is it, dear? What's bothering you?"

"I-I..." 'I don't want to see you... it hurts too much to know you aren't real...' "I..."

Her worried look quickly vanished, and now she looked like she wanted to laugh. "You aren't still thinking about Harry and the telly, are you?"

"Telly...?"

Lily sighed, playing absently with a lock his hair. "I didn't think it would be so shocking..."

"It's a talking box, Lily," he muttered, feeling as though he'd gone through this conversation before... In another life. "There's nothing normal about it."

"For a Wizard at least." Lily giggled, unable to help herself.

"Oh..." Now he remembered. This was a conversation he'd had with Lily a few days after Harry's first birthday. They were thinking about buying a television so Harry could watch was Lily called "educational child growth programs", whatever they were. But James had been iffy about Harry being "educated" by something so utterly and totally... Muggle.

"It's really amazing," she continued, no longer playing with his hair but stroking it lightly. "When I first found out about magic, I'd never been more amazed... It was fantastic, really. But still, with all that magic has to offer, Wizards are still mystified by common Muggle technology!" She giggled. "Or are you worried that it'll rot Harry's brain?"

James starred forward without really looking at anything, thinking hard. "Are... Are you real? Or just another dream..." He heard the sadness in his own voice. 'I have far too many dreams lately... Just let me stay in reality and let my suffer there, and there alone...'

Lily gave him an odd look. "What are you talking about James? James...?"

"You... left me... You can't be real."

"Now, that's just silly. I never left you."

There seemed to be more to her words. James didn't know how or why he knew this, but he did. He wanted to know what she meant. "What...?" He stopped as she moved even closer... 'Oh, Lily...'

"Don't you understand, James? I can never leave you." She grasped his left hand in her own, their wedding bands clicking together lightly. It was a pleasant sound. "And I will never leave Harry, either. I love you both so much... I will always be in your hearts." She smirked. "Or I could just haunt you..."

An image of a ghost-Lily floating around and pulling stunts like Peeves the Poltergeist flashed in his head... Though, ghosts can't move things... Heeh...

James smiled a bit. He could almost feel the warmth of Lily's hand on his... "Do you promise, Lily...? Do you promise me?"

Lily nodded, smiling. "Of course I promise. Even if this is a dream."

He blinked, startled. "You are..."

"Honey, wake-up now, or that dark things might come back..." Oddly... that sounded almost like a threat, but that sweet smile of hers never faltered. It was creepy and frightening, and James could feel his heart beating a little faster, his stomach becoming a bit queasy. "Even I can't keep them away forever, dear."

Yes, he could hear it. The sound of faint screaming in the distance... The hysterical high pitched laughter. James couldn't take that again... Not again!

"Oh no," he begged in a whisper, "please no, Lily...."

No, this wasn't Lily... But then, who--what was it? This wasn't a normal dream, he knew it couldn't be...

"Why are you doing this?" He tried to ignore it, but James could tell that the screaming was going to be upon him soon. He needed to run, but he also needed to know what was happening right now. "Why...?" The person, this 'Lily', came closer, holding his face in her hands, leaning closer until their foreheads almost touched. The screaming was practically coming upon him like a tangible force, whose goal was to engulf him but-he-had-to-know!!!! "Who are you!? What--!?"

"If you can't figure that out by now, than I'll leave it up to you, silly!" Lily, or whoever(whatever?)this was that looked like her, giggled at his surprised expression, finding is situation highly amusing.

"Tell me who you are!!!" James pushed her away only to grab onto her shoulders forcefully, shaking her until her perfect red hair became disheveled about her face, screaming, "What are you-you're making me go crazy-why are you doing this to me!!? Tell me--"

"Wake-up now, sweetie!!"

The darkness was there, loom just behind him, an icy hand reaching out too--

Lily, still smiling, gave him a push off the bed and....

His eyes opened, and at first James didn't know where he was, or why his heart was beating like a steel drum. He was in a bed... in an infirmary... Hogwarts. Yes. Hm, it wouldn't do him any good if he kept of forgetting things whenever he woke...

But he was safe...

Safe...

James sighed unhappily, starring straight up at the ceiling as he waited for his heart rate to go back to normal. Maybe the dream, or whatever it was, hadn't been real. But it felt real, so warm.

And that warmth was gone, replaced by a feeling of cold. Like whatever was trying to get to him in his dream had only barely missed him... He could feel that Sirius was no longer at the end of his bed, and that made him feel rather uneasy and alone. All was deadly silent.

Reality wasn't a nice thing to go back to... But he would have to face it someday... And it's a lot better than being asleep, these days... Sirius would be there for him... and Remus.

They would all be there.

This made him smile.

His smile faded the moment James realize he wasn't alone, literally speaking. There was someone else there with him... He could hear it as well as feel it, someone breathing gently... evening... right next to him. Who? Sirius? But he'd been sleeping at the end of his bed before, why would he...

James turned his head to the right, suddenly finding his face buried in what seemed like a thick, black mass of hair. The scent of shampoo filled his nostrils and he realized there was a head resting next to and nearly on his shoulder!

Startled, James jerked a little, but found that his body was very stiff and achy. The pain was still there, but coming to him just now, like overworked muscles that don't hurt into the following day. His sharp movements hadn't woken up this... person(Which definitely wasn't a dog, and therefore NOT Sirius.), but they did shift a bit and mumble something. Whoever it was must've been sitting in a chair or something, resting their folded arms and head on James' mattress.

James felt acquired and uncoordinated as he slowly brought himself into a sitting position. He felt weighed down in every part of his body, and to James' dismay, he discovered the light had been put dimmed and it was much too dark now. He couldn't see properly without his glasses, especially with the bad lighting... But James couldn't remember taking them off, but they would surely be on the nightstand.

James reached out clumsily to the table next to his bed, searching... Ah! There they were. He quickly picked them up and brought him up to his face, securely pushing them onto the bridge of his nose. Ready to see who this was, demand why he was there. James looked down at the sleeping form, his eyes now properly focused.

And he nearly fainted... when he... saw....

Oh... my....

At first James thought he was hallucinating...

The person sleeping, his head resting on his folded arms was... h-himself.

Exactly the same... James was seeing himself, laying there with his face half turned, sleeping soundly. His mind screamed that it couldn't be possible, but James was looking at it now. Though... he seemed younger... Just a little and... But... wait.

Could it...?

/"Sirius... Can you tell me something? Honestly?"

"Or course, James. What is it?"

James sighed, a sad smile crossing his lips. "How has Harry grown? What does he look like?"

Sirius grinned at the eagerness in James' voice, scratching the bridge of his nose in a thoughtful manner. "Well, he looks...," Sirius was looking James over now, "...so much like you now, James. A mirror image..."/

Harry...

Was this his son...?

Harry (?) shifted slightly to where James' had been laying a moment ago. He was mumbling something in his sleep, his brows furrowed in a troubled manner, as though he were having some sort of nightmare.

'Please let this be real... Not a dream... Please...!'

James could see tears in the boy's eyes. He didn't want Harry to cry... Never. He wanted to see that face smile for the first time. But James also wondered if Harry would simply disappear.... fade away if he tried to touch him.

With a moments hesitation, James reached out and gently brushed the salty tracks away.

And as he touch the boy's skin, Harry didn't fade away... His skin and tears were warm and real. He was real!

'Merlin, this is my son. My son!'

James didn't notice Harry stir when he touched him. Feeling almost frightened, James snapped his hand back. His son was waking... It was like he'd forced himself to try a really complicated Quidditch maneuver, taking a very low dive to the ground. But suddenly he find that he'd taken it a little to quickly, his broom goes out of control and will certainly crash, and now wished he could just go back and take it slower.

James regretted it.... H-He wasn't prepared for this...!

Harry's eyes opened slowly, looking a bit dazed, his glasses set crookedly on his nose. His arms unfolded and a hand searched around for something (James?) along the mattress, but found nothing. A look of panic crossed the boys face, his brows furrowing, and his eyes snapped all the way open. Harry sat up a bit, his hand still searching wildly, then he looked up and...

Green eyes...

Lily's eyes... Harry always had his mother's eyes...

'Harry...'

It startled James thoroughly when Harry made an odd noise that seemed to come from the back of his throat and then suddenly flung himself from the bed, away from James, knocking over his chair in the process. Harry gasped, looking around quickly as if there might be people around, watching (There were none).

James had been hurt when Harry jumped away like that... But it didn't look like the boy had intended to, and now Harry seemed horribly embarrassed, but he didn't make any move to pick up the fallen chair. Instead he stood there... as stiff as a board,

But James had hardly noticed, fascinated by...

Well he'd never expected...

Harry he...

He'd grown... His son.... His little baby boy no longer.... A day ago James could've held Harry in his arms, and now he was a young man that looked to be as tall as him.

An odd and powerful feeling of pride was swelling in his chest, and James would've grinned like an idiot if he could just remember how to control his face muscles. James realized he had been starring at his son this whole time, and Harry didn't seem too comfortable with that, shifting nervously under his gaze, an uncomfortable silence settling down on them...

It was such an odd moment, and James didn't know what to do. But then Harry seemed to make the effort the speak, his face having darkened to crimson by now.

"I-I'm-s-sorry," he spoke incredibly fast. James could hardly make out what Harry was saying, and he didn't care.

'Harry's first words... His first words.' The thought made him want to laugh (It is rather funny when you think of it). He was happy enough to laugh. Harry didn't see this thought, he had his eyes downcast to the floor. Was he that nervous? Why was James feeling so nervous? 'Oh my god, he's here...'

"I-I mean I didn't mean to bother you! I swear! I-I mean-I just wanted to see you-you were asleep-I can go! I'm so, so sorry, I... I-I..."

"... Harry...?"

The boy stiffened. Harry stopped moving, his hands balling up into tight fists at his sides. His eyes still cast to the floor.

James wasn't sure of what to make of this reaction, but he spoke again anyway, hopefully. "You're... You're Harry, aren't you? Y-You're my son...?" He had to be, he must be, but he needed a confirmation for the boy himself.

Harry didn't move for a moment, then nodded slightly, his lips now pressed together in a thin line.

'He is, he really is!'

It was then when James saw that Harry was becoming frantic. He appeared to be eyeing the door and shuffling his feet. This indicated that the boy was debating whether to stay or run... He wanted to leave... No, he couldn't leave, not now! And he was moving now, half turned--

"No, don't go!"

Harry stiffened and drew in a sharp breath, but he had stopped.

"Please... Harry, you're my son.... I... I'm your father..." Oh, what else was he supposed to say!? Say something else! "I-I've been asking about you, I...." Oh Merlin... This was happening so fast, what was he to do, what to DO!? Now he was going to become frantic!

"I'm sorry...."

James gasped in shock when he realized Harry was... crying...

Harry looked down a little more, attempting to hide his tears behind his dark bangs. He'd taken James' gasp the wrong way somehow, appearing thoroughly humiliated, his few now pale instead of crimson. "I'm so sorry," he whispered brokenly. "I promised I wouldn't cry. I'm so, so sorry, Dad, I'm sorry..." He took a step back, a hand reaching behind him as though he were looking for some sort of support, like the chair which now lay on its side. Finding nothing, he instead sank to his knees, bending over until his head barely touch the cold stone floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He repeated this over and over, unable to stop himself.

James watched in horror.

No! He didn't want his son to suffer! James had to do something, to help!

But... James didn't know how to comfort a fifteen-year-old...

Learning to comfort a small child had been difficult enough for him. James would hold Harry in his arms, rock him gently to sleep, whisper quietly to him... Then he would calm down and fall asleep.

And if that was the only thing James knew how to do, then...

James threw his covers aside and fell to his knees next to Harry, wrapping his arms firmly around his sons shoulders and held him tightly, resting his chin upon the boy's head. No really knowing what he was doing anymore, James.. James starting humming... that tune Lily had always used to calm Harry down before bed....

And(shocking)it actually seemed to work... James could feel Harry shoulders trembling, but he was no longer crying. He had grown silent as James continued to hum, only knowing that he was making Harry feel better. His son was alive. His son was here.

And Lily would hate to know that her son was sad...

"What are you doing...?"

James stopped humming, feeling more than slightly embarrassed. Harry was now looking at him in awe, his eyes wide.

Well, at least he didn't look disgusted...

"I'm your father," James replied uncertainly, not knowing if that was the right thing to use for an explanation. Sirius had said that Harry was scared... "This is what I'm supposed to do, right...?" 'Is it? I don't know what to do! Oh, Lily, I don't think I can do this without you...'

"I..." Harry looked as uncertain as James felt, his eyebrows knitting in thought. "I really don't know..."

"Neither do I..." He bit his lip, ready to move away as he loosened his grip. "I shouldn't--"

"Wait!" James stopped moving, waiting eagerly for Harry to continue, praying that he wanted him to stay... "I mean... I really need this... just once... And then I promise I won't cry ever again, okay...?" He smiled, a tired sad smile... By God... What had this boy been through... "I'm being stupid, aren't I...?"

"You're only being human..."

Harry smiled. He really smiled, and James couldn't help but smiled back.

"I swear, I'll never leave you again..."

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Harry didn't know how to take that. He wanted to express how good it made him feel, but there were other things to take care of first. Like the horrible burning feeling in his eyes, and the lump in his throat. And after all, his dad said it was okay. As long as it was okay with him...

So Harry buried his face in James' shoulder, letting out all his sadness, his fears, his doubts.

Knowing that his dad was here with his, and impossible fantasy made real.

The horrible realization that his mother was still gone, knowing that he could never know what it was like to have her hold him, like Mrs. Weasley had the year before.

Knowing that he would no longer have to live with the Dursleys, the people who hated him, who showed Harry nothing but contempt and loathing his whole life. He could stay with his father, he could have a family, like he'd always wished, and hope, and dreamed, and prayed for.

And he was so scared that this might be a dream... a wonderful, blissful, happy dream, and he would suddenly wake up, and his heart would break knowing that it could never be.

But for once, that wasn't going to happen, because he was already awake.

"I can't believe you're real," Harry sobbed, feeling his father's embrace tightening until it was almost crushing him, as if James were afraid to let go. But he didn't mind it at all. "I was so afraid you would die, a-and I'd never have a chance to..." He trailed up, his throat tightening so painfully that he could get the words out.

James hushed him gently, and it was amazing how calming that sound could be. "Ssssh.... It's okay, Harry..." His father kissed the top of his head, rubbing his back gently. From there on, they said nothing. It was easier that way. Talking could wait, though Harry looked forward to it.

Harry had never expected this. He never expected he could ever feel so loved.

'You don't know how long I've wanted this,' Harry thought, the joy within his spilling out as well as the sadness, urging him to clutch into his father tighter. He smiling.

'I'm home... Finally...'

Father and son held each other long into the night and on into the morning, until Harry had finally cried himself to sleep.

And James never left him, he refused to.

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But both boys had forgotten that there was someone else in the room with them.

Someone who watched them silently.

Who refused to admit to himself that he felt.... pity for these two....

But never once would he disturb them...

And the night dragged on till the sun finally rose up to the east of Hogwarts...

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(Lily's lullaby.... Harry and James' verses)

~ James ~

Close your eyes and maybe then,

You'll sail to another world, and back again.

But please remember it was just pretend.

Pretend, pretend, pretend--

~ Harry ~

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream,

It was out of this world,

But it never was a dream.

It was magic, but it wasn't a dream...

They tell me every dream must end,

And even though it was just pretend,

And though I'm never going back again,

It never was a dream...

I know...

In my heart...

~ James ~

... Shadows fall, and voices call,

But you're not easy to scare.

Sleep you'll find, a world designed,

To dream anything you dare.

It's been fun, but the dream is done,

And please remember we'll (I'll) be there...

~ Harry ~

Long ago, and far away,

In another time and on another day,

I heard the voice of my mother say,

"There comes a time, there comes a day,

Where everything changes,

And nothing can stay the same.

But never you mind,

Because there's so much in store for you,

Don't really mind,

Because your future is waiting for you."

Maybe it's happening now to me, Mom...

I feel so alive!

And at last I'm really home.

I'm home...

At last...

I'm really home...

~ James ~

Oh my... Oh, my child...

~ Harry ~

I'm home...

~ James ~

Oh, my child...

~ Harry ~ James ~

(Starmites, "Finale" (See disclaimer))

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Not the end...

As a dark shadow looms over the pair...

This is only the beginning...

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To be continued...

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What will become of James, Harry and the rest? And though Voldemort has decided to "give up" on James (for now) what was with that weird dream about Lily...? Is there more to James insanity that meets the eye? Maybe....

Thank you to all my readers and reviewers, you're the best! You make me want to cry for joy, and believe me, I do.

Next thing will be a Time Line, then I can get back to this story. It's taking a while, but your support is much appreciated!

Thank you!!

Geuna~