James looked at his phone's screen with his finger hovering over the call button. He'd tried calling his dad but he didn't pick up so his mother was the next obvious choice.

"Screw this," he said as he dialed her number. He looked at the time and it was around eleven in the night. Amy was long asleep and so he'd come over on the terrace to give himself a bit of privacy so that he could ask his mother about everything that he'd learnt today.

"James? Is everything alright?" asked Daphne as she picked up the call. She wondered why her son had called her such late.

"Everything's fine, mom," he said. "Can…Can I come over tomorrow if it's not much trouble?"

"Do you have something you want to talk about?" she asked.

"I…I do," said James. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow it is," said Daphne as the call was cut. She looked at her phone's screen as she wondered what it was that James wanted to talk about.

The next day he arrived a bit early than she had anticipated. Eight am on a Sunday morning was still early as she opened the door and let James in. "Aunt Hermione?" he asked looking around.

"Home," said Daphne. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked as they settled in the living room.

"Am I a wizard?"

Daphne had never been caught off-guard like that as she looked at her son wondering where he was asking such questions from. Did Amy tell him about who he was? "What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I am asking if I am a wizard…is my family a family of magicals," he said. "I met this old guy yesterday at the café in my neighborhood."

"What old guy?" she asked.

"I don't know much about him but he was reading this paper in which the pictures were moving as if they were recorded," he said. "So I went over to him and asked him about it and he told me things about the hidden magical world and how only magical people could see other magical things despite them being hidden and all that stuff."

"What else did he tell you?" she asked, wondering who it was that had spilled it all to her son.

"He also told me about my family name," said James, "how it is recognized in the magical world in all the countries. Where is dad, mom?"

"What?" she asked, taken aback with that sudden question.

"He told me to ask you about dad's whereabouts," said James.

"You are believing the words of a stranger?" she asked looking at him.

"Well, this stranger showed me some real magic," said James, "like making a chair appear out of thin air, creating a shield that hid us from other people…the non-magical people so I guess that was enough evidence for me to believe him. He told me to ask you about dad's whereabouts and now that it's being mentioned dad never called me to tell that he and uncle Gohan were going on a trip. Dad never hides anything from me…unless it is all related to magic somehow?"

Daphne was wondering how it all had happened. She had finally planned a bit of brake for the day and now James had dropped this huge bomb on her. She was wondering what she could tell him and what she couldn't when the wards of her house told her of someone's arrival via the floo. She used her magic to see who it was and thinned her lips in anger and frustration as she stood up. "Will you give me a moment?" she said before leaving James in the living room and headed for the basement where she diverted the floo entrance from the living room to the basement as Abe walked out of the green flames gracefully, dusting his muggle clothes.

"I take it that he's here?" he asked looking at her as Daphne glared at him with murderous eyes.

"Do you know what you've done?" she asked.

"We cannot keep him in the dark any longer, Daphne," he said. "Two of the strongest wizards who can help us win this fight are missing and apart from Pan James is our only other option to give us any fighting chance."

"You are sounding like your brother, Abe," she said. "You know the situation with him now that he's known about the magicals. I'd be careful if I were you."

"Because of the damage done to his mind due to altering his memories in the past his memories now cannot be changed or erased without risking him to a mental breakdown," said Abe.

"Harry would never approve of this!" she said.

"Harry's captured," he said. "Tell him the truth…about everything. Our identities have already been revealed so sooner or later everyone will wind up dead or captured. You know that they are looking for James, too. Keeping him in the dark will only render him defenseless. This way at least he can defend himself even if you don't want him to be a part of all of this."

Daphne sighed, her brain working overtime thinking how this will all turn out. "Mom?" James called for her. He was coming here.

"If anything happens to him," she said looking at Abe scathingly, "You'll beg for me to kill you!" Abe saw as she walked towards the door before stopping and turning to look at him. "What are you waiting for?" she asked before opening the door.

When James saw the old guy coming out of his mother's basement along with her he was confused. "Tell me this is the old guy you said you met?" she asked.

"What are you doing here?" asked James.

"His name is Aberforth Dumbledore," said Daphne. "You might want to take a seat."

James looked form his mother to the old man who apparently was acquainted with his family now. He sighed, returning back to the living room, closely followed by his mother and Aberforth – what a weird name.

On their way up Daphne informed Hermione about the situation through the communication mirror. By the time they were in the living room Hermione had arrived. They all settled down on the couches as James surprisingly remained patient. It seemed like he knew they couldn't get away with this secret anymore.

"So?" he said once everyone had settled. His eyes moved from his mother to Hermione to Aberforth. "What the hell is going on?"

"Before we tell you anything I want you to know how serious this is," said Daphne. "And I am talking about the kind of seriousness where your life depends on it."

"What are you talking about?" asked James confused.

"You are indeed a wizard," continued Daphne, "and not just any wizard. The family name that you carry along with who your ancestors were makes you one of the strongest wizards who ever lived." She waved her hand and a box appeared on the center table. She picked it up and opened it, taking out a wand and placing it on the table beside the opened box. "And this is your wand."

James looked at it, picking it up when he felt an overflowing sensation of warmth. The tip of the wand glowing a warm white before going back to normal as he looked from it to his mother.

"It still recognizes you," said Hermione. "Wands never forget their masters."

"What do you mean it still recognizes me?" asked James.

"Before we tell you anything more," said Daphne, "you have to understand that what happened…what we did was because of your safety."

"What happened, mom?" he asked, his voice shaking a little form anxiousness.

"This wand belonged or rather belongs to you," she said. "When you were a kid, like every other magical kid you went to a magical institute called Hogwarts. All the kids of magical Britain attend Hogwarts once they're turned eleven to learn proper use of magic. This is you on the day you were to leave for Hogwarts," she said making a photograph appear in her hand and giving it to him.

James looked at it. It was like the pictures of Abe's newspaper. He was standing with his parents and like any other magical picture they were moving. He was small, around eleven or ten. He didn't remember any of it. As he looked at this strange picture he realized he didn't seem to remember all that much from when he was a kid.

"Why do I not remember any of this?" he asked.

"We will tell you everything as the story unfolds," said Hermione.

"We were so happy, excited when the enrollment letter arrived from Hogwarts," said Daphne. "However things didn't go as we'd planned. Once you'd arrived at Hogwarts you changed. From the playful, cheerful kid that you were…you turned from that to a quiet, lonely kid who had no friends. We didn't know what had happened at first. We had thought that you will make new friends at Hogwarts just like any other kid who went to a school for the first time. But it didn't happen with you."

"Because of your family name," she continued, "many tried and wanted to be your friend but you pushed them away. However there was this one kid who genuinely wanted to be your friend and just like you'd done with others you pushed him away as well. With time your isolation from others at Hogwarts only increased. As it had later turned out we found that something else was the matter."

Daphne stopped talking and stood up, walking out of the living room as James just sat there looking at her walk away. "Where is she going?" he asked.

"Have patience, James," said Hermione.

"You're magical, as well, I take it?" he asked. She nodded. "Does…Does that mean Pan is one, too?"

"She is," she said. "I know you have a lot of questions but just hear from us first. We never meant any of this to happen but something from our past came for all of us and you became a victim of it because of your relation to your parents…to us."

Daphne returned and asked James to follow her. He wondered where she wanted him to go when he saw Hermione and Abe stood up as well. "If you all will excuse me, I have to go take care of some business," said Abe before apparating away. James flinched backwards seeing an old man disappear with a pop in thin air right in front of him.

"James?" said Daphne before he followed her into the basement. When he entered he saw everything inside there had been changed. It was now a completely empty place with nothing but a bird fountain type of thing in the middle with some silvery liquid in it. "Before we tell you your part of the story you need to know ours," she said taking out a small vial which James saw had thin strands floating inside it. Daphne removed the stopper and poured the contents of the vial into the silver liquid as James saw the liquid started forming some images. They were hazy and unrecognizable.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It is called a pensive," said Daphne. "It is a magical device which is used to see memories of other people or one's own. This memory," she said pointing to the pictures in the liquid, "is of your father's and godfather. Just dip your face into the liquid."

James nodded before hesitatingly putting his face into the liquid. Surprisingly when he did that he felt nothing but as soon as his face touched the liquid he felt falling down.

"Don't panic," he heard Hermione's voice in his head. "You are going to be seeing the memories of Harry and Gohan. We've changed some things with the pensive to let you see it all as a third person's perspective. Don't panic. It's like watching a movie only a little bit differently."

James landed gracefully on his feet and looked around. He saw who seemed to be his father only that he was very young like ten or eleven. He also saw Gohan as a child with a…tail? Time passed quickly as James took in the events that his father and godfather had experienced up until the battle against Tenille. This was a LOT to take in but James thought he could always think about it once he was done watching these memories. That his father was one of the strongest wizards of all time and his godfather was half alien and that all his friends and families were incredibly powerful individuals was certainly something one didn't hear every day or like at all in their life.

Finally he entered the memories of his own as a kid. He was curious to see what his life was as a wizard. As he went over the memories of his past self he became more and more worried. What his mother had said about him being lonely and alone in Hogwarts was all true. Things took a confusing and bad turn when he saw how his younger self saw a bloodied version of his aunt Luna. As he kept watching along he came to where he saw himself taking the life of Aamir. He could not believe he'd murdered someone and that, too, at such a young age.

The memories then changed from there, converting from his own to his father's who was seen going through the things that had happened. James didn't know how he felt about it…about the fact that he was a murderer…that he'd killed an innocent person as a child.

He saw how his father arranged for everything to take place from then on as the memories came to an end. Before it ended though James saw his parents talking with his father suggesting how they should leave everything behind and start anew. Flashbacks then took James form there on to how he remembered things actually were as he saw his parents settling as 'muggles' in a muggle neighborhood and enrolling him in a muggle school from where James remembered everything on his own…about who he was who his friends were, how he grew up until now.

The memories came to an end as James found himself standing in the basement once more. There was no one there as he left the place and came upstairs. It seemed aunt Hermione had left as he could only see his mother.

"How long was I in there?" he asked seeing as how it was dark outside.

"A few hours," said Daphne. "You had quite a lot to watch. I am sure you have a lot going on and a lot of questions as well but why don't we keep that for tomorrow? You will be staying here tonight. You've just experienced things that are not normal to anyone who hasn't seen or known about them before so I suggest you spend the night here and we can talk again tomorrow."

James didn't say anything and simply agreed to what his mother said. Perhaps that was a good thing as he didn't know what to do after knowing so many things about the lives of his parents, god parents and his own self.

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