Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and never will, everything belongs to the brilliant mind of JKRowling. I do not make any money off of this piece of writing and never will.

Title: Biology
Characters: Harry Potter (AKA James Toland), Julie Reynolds, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Adam Weasley, Maple Weasley, Robert Denton, Gaius Malfoy, and Ophelia Vivas
Rating: M
Pairings: Harry/Severus, Ron/Hermione, Remmy(Remus)/Reese(Sirius)
Genre: Drama
Words per Chapter: 1,022
Warnings: AU from book four on, het, slash, Muggle world, violence, language, post-war, hiding Harry, life left behind, and the standard whatever else this demented author thinks up.
Summary: The war ended and Harry Potter disappeared. Years later, a young secondary school science teacher runs into some people from his past. The life he had will be changed forever as they try to drag him back into their world.
Notes: An abbreviation of the previous note, I am doing the best I can in getting the UK's school system right. I still ask my friends there, but any mistakes are mine as I am not familiar with it.

Chapter 26: Unwelcome Visitor Part 1

James' eyes were closed as he laid on his bed after yet another workweek. He wasn't asleep like many people would think, but that was because only two people would be able to tell the difference. He turned towards his door and crossed his arms over his chest. A knock upon his door alerted him to the presence of another person. He made a loud noise. The door opened with a slight creak, which led him to make a mental note about fixing it. He cracked one eye open and saw Ophelia enter his room. She had a frown on her face. He sat up, crossing his legs in the process. He watched Ophelia as she closed the door and sat down in the chair that was at his work desk. He scowled when she automatically reached over and shifted some of the papers on his desk. She chuckled at the glare and returned the papers to their original position. James didn't like it when people moved his stuff, yet it was because he was quite particular about where things were.

Ophelia looked at him after she had finished her task. "You've had something on your mind recently; I've been able to see it. James, we've known each other for a few years now, but I still don't feel like I know that goes on in your mind. I sometimes wonder if anyone can know that. However, I do know that your current thoughts are focused on the people that have made an appearance. After all, that's the only logical answer I can come up with. I just…I wish that we could talk more." She suddenly stopped speaking at those words. James stared at her. He often found that Ophelia could be a little too observant at times, yet he never voiced those thoughts. Of course, there was only one other person that was capable of reading him that well. The only problem was that he hadn't really socialized with that person for years. A buzzer suddenly resounded throughout their flat. James jumped in response to it. Ophelia laughed at his rather unusual action. "I'll go and find out who that is." She stood up and walked out without straightening the chair that she had been sitting in.

James scowled and got up as well. He didn't follow her like some people would have. Instead, he went to make sure that everything on his desk was as he had left it before she came into the room. He took about thirty seconds to do that before walking out. He walked over to the entrance hall. He thought that he knew who was buzzing them, yet that was because he felt that things had been a little too quiet in his life. He reached the entrance hall and saw Ophelia taking her finger off of the button. The expression on her face was enough to tell James that she had said no to the person. James tilted his head to the side. "Who was buzzing us?" He could admit that he was a little curious about who had gotten Ophelia to say no. Of course, his mind immediately zoned onto one person that Ophelia hadn't liked. That was enough to unnerve him.

She shook her head. "It was that annoying woman that visited before. You know who I mean, the one with the strange name. I think that she's here to bug you again." James' eyes narrowed seconds before he sighed. He grabbed his keys, slid on his sneakers, and walked out of the flat. Ophelia stared at him. James was tired and wanted to get what would happen over and done with. He walked towards the front of the building in silence, feeling a little surprised that Hermione hadn't used the same method of entrance as before. He figured that she was being polite. Yet, he was a little confused about that, but he did feel happy that she wasn't intruding like before. He sighed as he exited the building.

Hermione was still standing there when he arrived. James looked at her. "I see that you're back. This better not be because Dumbledore bothered me. I don't want to help him at all. It's none of my business what's going on at Hogwarts." He crossed his arms as he waited for her to say something. He knew that he was being rude, but he found it difficult to deal with her. He had enough thoughts on his mind as was. Those thoughts were enough to make it difficult for him to focus on what she wanted. Yet, one thought in particular happened to be his conversation with Severus Snape. He knew that it was unusual, yet he also knew that it wasn't over with. That latter part was what worried him.

Hermione looked at James intently. "Yes, I need to talk to you. However, it's not about Dumbledore. I didn't even know that he had visited you. That was something that I was completely unaware of. What I needed to talk to you about was the article in the Prophet." James stared at her. However, he then began to wonder if Hermione understood what the article was about. She looked at him intently. "I know that you're messing with them, H…James." James looked around the street as she said that. He didn't want anyone to hear what she had said. Yet, he had to make a quick decision on whether or not to talk to her.

He sighed. "Fine, we'll go to a café that I know about. However, do know that I dislike this idea. I don't really want to talk to you." Scowling at nothing in particular, he led her towards the café. He didn't want the conversation at all. However, he did hope that she would understand what was going on. Plus, he wanted the explanation to help solve one of his problems. Well, the problems that were caused by one person. He didn't believe that it would, but he did think that there might be something good to come of it. He just had to wait and see.

A/N: Well, yes…A little short, but this was spread out into two chapters to avoid overloading what happens in the next part with this chapter. Hope that you all enjoyed. Later.