A/N: Thank you for the support and the reviews!
Uh, about Dudley's character, yeah, I read the DH. (I was so excited when so I finished it the afternoon I bought it! HAHA!) I'm sorry for the Dudley's outburst and calling him a , but due to some reasons, I had to. You'll see it when I get further into the story. Just reading the first few paragraphs would explain it. Hope you understand soon.
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Anyway, I've added some things into the story. This chapter was supposed to be really short and I guess I'll make it up to you and add more paragraphs. Hope you like it, please enjoy!
I'm terribly sorry for the short chapters recently.
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James's eyes widened. "Harry Potter?" he asked. Dudley turned around. James tried to think if he was hearing things right. He decided to ask again. "Please sir, did you say Harry Potter?"
Dudley spun and looked at James. "Of course I said Harry Potter. I don't think it's very common in your world, that Harry Potter. He was, of course, a hero to you as they say. He's very well-known, or so I've heard. He was the one who got my family driven out of Privet drive and out of England, as a matter of fact, because se said that he was being chased by some killer and we were in danger. He said he was trying to protect us. I thought he was and was beginning to like him when I found out it was simply his revenge for me and my family. I don't know why he did this to us. He didn't know what that move made my family into. He didn't know how much it affected my family, did he? His imaginary killer wasjust a plot to get us, wasn't it? You know about him. You probably know more than I do," he said.
James shook his head. "No, I don't," he replied. Dudley glared at him. "My parents, you see," started James. He quickly thought of excuses. He didn't know why he even told the truth saying he didn't know anything about his father. "My parents, they-they don't really tell me anything about Harry Potter."
Dudley looked at him closely. "They don't?" he asked. James quickly shook his head. "You don't know about Harry Potter? The boy who almost got expelled from Hogwarts for doing magic outside school? You don't know about the boy who used to live with us even though he was a wizard?" Again, James shook his head. "Who are you, boy?"
"James," James replied quickly. Dudley eyed him. "Honestly, sir, I'm James. I don't intend to lie to you. You've given me enough by offering me a place to dry," he said, remembering his mother's words that he should be polite if he wanted to be treated correctly.
"My cousin had a second name. As far as I could remember, it was James. You have a nose like his, also a lanky body like he had too. What is your last name, boy?" asked Dudley in a very threatening voice, threatening enough to any eleven-year-old who would hear it.
James quickly lied and said, "Doe." He didn't even know where it came from. "I'm James Doe, son of Ronald Doe," he said, using his Uncle Ron's name. "He doesn't tell me about Harry Potter at all. That's why I know so little about him."
"Ronald?" asked Dudley. He looked at James very suspiciously indeed. "Harry used to mention Ronald a couple of times." James gulped, he was done for. "Although I don't recall anyone with the last name of Doe," he said, jerking his head backwards. "Are you sure you are not lying to me, boy?" he asked.
James nodded, trying not to show his fear in getting caught. "Yes. I'm James Doe, and I think my parents are really trying to look for me now. I guess if you don't have an owl, then I must go back to where I was then," he said. James turned and headed for the door.
"James Potter." James turned. Big mistake. He turned pretty red in fear. Dudley had a dangerous smile on his face. "I knew it. Not only are you the son of Harry Potter, you have been lying to me all along. Who would know the story better than his own son?"
James reached for the doorknob. He quickly ran out of the house. "AND STAY OUT YOU LYING BASTARD!" roared Dudley as he slammed the front door shut.
James looked up at the pouring rain. Dad used to live with a Muggle cousin? He almost got expelled from Hogwarts? He used magic outside school? What killer was he talking about? Many questions circled James mind. He felt cold. He rubbed his hands in hopes of getting warm, but he figured that he'd freeze to death soon. James could feel tears welling up his eyes. He had never felt so cold and so alone in his life before…come to think of it, he had never had to feel so lonely either and hurt either. His father made sure of that.
Little five-year-old James sniffed. He felt cold and lonely. The rain didn't seem to want to stop. James felt someone's arms wrap around him. "There you are," Harry's voice softly reached his hearing. James stared to cry uncontrollably as his father carried him. "I was looking all over the park for you. Don't run off like that. You know I'd get worried about you." Harry snuggled his son and kissed him on the cheek. "It's all right now, Dad's here."
Little six-year-old James tore across the garden. He ran as fast as he could to the broom shed. He wanted to so much to fly. He wanted so much to reach for the sky and touch the clouds. He had seen it in books his father bought him. He wanted to be like them. Being too preoccupied with thoughts of reaching the sky, James tripped, causing his ankle to twist. Pain shot up his leg. He burst into tears. Harry came running from inside of the house and wasted no time in bringing him to St. Mungo's.
Little seven-year-old James felt sick. He lay on his bed coughing and sneezing with a runny nose. He felt bad he could even sit up. Harry entered the room with a cup of pumpkin juice and tray of freshly baked cookies. He could tell his mother made them. Helping him sit up, his father held the cup to James's mouth so that he could drink. James felt the warmth of his father's arms. He fell asleep in them. Days after he recovered, Albus told him that their father had caught the fever. When James asked for Harry, Albus said he had gone to work. James later found out that Harry slept for nearly only three hours a day because his father mostly sat by his bed until he got well.
Little eight-year-old James loved anything to do with Muggles as well. Ginny scolded him for asking his father to take him to the mall. "He's already tired enough from work. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, James Potter. He took you to see Quidditch weekend." But Harry just laughed it off and took James to the mall anyway, although he was very tired. He loved to see James enjoying himself. Besides, he said to Ginny, that childhood ought to be enjoyed. Harry loved James and would do anything to keep him happy.
Little nine-year-old James was left to play in the park while his father went to run an errand. James met his match there. A big kid with a smirk on his face walked up to James and asked for James's ice cream. Of course James refused to give it. The big kid asked twice. James refused twice. Without another word, the big kid pulled James's shirt, causing James to drop the ice cream. The big kid then kicked his shins. James was no angry. He couldn't just let that happen to him without a fight. Fighting he did. Because of his size against the big kid, of course he lost. Harry came back to find his son's nose bleeding. After telling the story,James thought he would get scolded, but Harry said instead, "There are some things I know you just want to face alone." His father didn't tell his mother what had happened.
Ten-year-old James constantly argued with his father. Harry became different in his point of view. But every time nighttime comes, he would miss his father's tucking him in for the night. Being stubborn, he didn't say anything. Surprisingly, even after a heated argument, James could feel his father enter the room. He could shut his eyes so not to face Harry. He could feel Harry's hand touch his forehead and stroke his hair. His father's warm hand touching his face was all he needed. Harry would pull up the covers and whisper goodnight, leaving the room just the way he had entered.
James felt so alone at the moment without his father. He felt so lost. Tears rolled down his cheeks knowing that nothing would have happened to him if he did not lose his cool. He ran his fingers through his hair and just wished that his father would suddenly appear out of nowhere and tell him that everything was going to be all right.
Just then, without warning, someone grabbed his hand tight from behind him.
A/N: Hope to see you at the next chapter. Please review. I know it's still weird, but I hope you're still enjoying it. I know the chapters are short too. I'll make it up to you as the story goes along. (2 more chapters to go!)