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Chapter 15: Part II of Chapter 14

(James P.O.V.)

Something's going to happen. Voldemort wants Harry and he's going to attack Hogwarts. As I walked into the D.A. room, I saw Sirena, Darla, and Audrey all sitting there talking.

"We need to..." I started to say, but trailed off when I noticed Harry. My son, here, talking, why? Why was he here? Oh god. He's grown up so much.

"talk." I finish weakly, my gaze not leaving my son.

I hear Darla explaining to Harry and his friends that they had to go. Then I hear the word 'kitten'. Wait, why is a kitten here? Then my gaze landed on the black kitten by Darla. 'Ah that kitten.' Then I played back the conversation in my head. Darla asked Harry what he wanted to name the new cat.

My gaze turned back to Harry. He said "Eclipse"

"That's a good name." I thought, that would be a name Lily would think of.

Then I watch my son leave, but he didn't, I noticed him poke his head back in.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

I saw the guarded, yet haunted look in his eyes. Lily's eyes. I expected he thinks I'm deatheater. He has no clue.

Then a name pops out of my mouth.

"My name is Nicholas Shade." I said

Nicholas Shade? Well, it's real enough. Since my father, his grandfather is name Nicholas and his grandmother's maiden name is Shade.

Then I saw him eyeing me.

"Very original." He said, before Darla pushed him out and locked the door.

He didn't believe me. Oh god. He'll find out. One way or another. He always does. I heard of his adventures here. Lily will freak, but she won't have to know, but I also have a feeling his life at the Dursely's wasn't all sunshine and daisies. That's probably another reason for his guarded look.

"What do you what James?" I hear Darla exclaim.

(Back to authors point of view)

James turned his head to Darla. "What?"

"I said why are you here?"

James looked at Darla and then at Sirena and Audrey. He let out a sigh and picked up Harry's, his sons, kitten. He looked at over and began petting it, Eclipse purred. She was pleased that her master's father understood that she wanted to be petted.

Sirena rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe James wasn't answering the question. In fact he refused to say anything; he was just petting that damn cat. "Like father, like son." She thought

"James"

James looked up at Sirena and sighed again. "Lets get this show on the road." He thought.

"Voldemort is going to attack Hogwarts." He finally said.

"What." The girls shouted.

James rolled his eyes.

"Yes, he is. He plans to attack Friday."

"But, that's the ball. "Audrey stammered.

Sirena took over, just then.

"Darla, go tell Dumbledore. Explain everything and I mean everything. Audrey, go to the library and see if you can find more wards. James, go home now. See if you can find anything to wake Lily out of her coma. We are going to need her. The week will go as planed. Understood?"

Everyone nodded at this.

"Good. Also, we won't tell Harry."

James glared at Sirena.

"Why not?" he glowed.

Sirena glanced at James.

"James" she began. "How would you feel if four days before Voldemort attacks, if someone told you your parents were alive and so was three of your aunts. Also, that if your parents were alive it means you didn't have to live with your muggle aunt and uncle that hate you."

James face sadden at that. If he found that out he'd been pissed. Then he smiled sheepishly. "Good point."

Sirena nodded her head. "Everyone go now."

So the battle began.