A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Zebb Hop who is an awesome reviewer. Keep it up! Oh and also it wasnt over ten people that pestered me into this (but one particualr person did ask me ten times in her review) but I've decided to ::winces:: make atleast James a ghost. So y'all had better review thanking me, because this story is now basically being run by you because I have no *backbone*! Yay! I hope you enjoy this chapter more than I did writing it. It's kinda- um- well not as funny as the last two...ahem...oh well I tried.
"Jamea, come here." Evan said. "You'll never believe what I found."
"What?" Jamea asked, following his friend out of the common room and down the stairs, past Dumbledore's office. "What did you find?"
"A picture." He said. "Of your dad."
"Hanging up in the halls?" Jamea said.
"Yeah."
"I see him all the time at home, why are you showing this to me?"
"Because of what it says below the painting."
The stopped and there Harry was, smiling nicely (he had always been quite photogenic). He looked at Jamea and said with a much higher voice than what it was now, "Who are you? Why do you look like me?"
"That's your son." Evan said and grinned at Jamea.
"My son?" The painting looked disgusted.
"Yeah, sorry." Said Jamea. "Evan- let's go-"
"Wait!" Harry said loudly. "It's not possible that you're my son!"
"Yes it is, you married now and this is your son." Evan said.
"But-" The image said. "Well I'm only 15! And well me and my girlfriend, Cho Chang haven't - um- you know…"
The two people burst out laughing. Harry blushed. "Shut up!" He said.
"You didn't have me with Cho Chang anyways."
"Oh. Phew." Harry said. "So that means I'm alive?"
"Yes, you're a live."
"So he didn't get me?" Harry asked.
"Who is he?" Asked Evan.
"Voldemort." Harry said. "Voldemort didn't kill me?"
"You killed him in your seventh year." Jamea said. "Everybody knows that."
"I did?" Harry smiled. "Thank god. I hate him so much! If he were in this hall right now I'd just jump out of my painting with Merlin here and we'd blow him to smithereens."
"You cant jump out of your paintings though." Evan pointed out. "Jamea read his plaque."
"A tribute to Harry Potter who died to save his friends Ron and Hermione in his fifth year." The painting recited. "Yeah, that's me."
"What? My dad never died. The inscription wrote something wrong I guess." Jamea said.
"That's what I thought too."
"Nope, I died." Harry insisted. "I had just broken up with my girlfriend, Cho and then I'm like walking back into the castle with Ron and Hermione and like- bam. There's Voldemort! And he's like, 'Ready to die?' and I was like 'um no!' and then I set his hair on fire and he put it out and put on Crucio like 3 times I think and then he was gonna kill Hermione and then I jumped in front of her and Ron who were like freaking out and then-" His eyes glinted as he paused dramatically. "I died."
"Harry?" It was Dumbledore. "Oh, hello boys. Getting acquainted with the portrait? Harry, try to tone down your stories." He told the painting severely. "You'll scare the children."
"Yes sir." Harry said and as Dumbledore walked away Harry crossed his eyes at him.
"Do you not like Dumbledore?" Evan asked.
"Do we care? Let's go!" Jamea said.
"Oh, yes, I like him." Harry said. "But he treats me like a little kid."
"Evan, let's go please? I'm so bored!"
"Okay fine." Evan said. "Bye Mr. Potter."
"Bye." Harry said. The two boys didn't even notice the portrait of Merlin when they passed it.
"I also found a picture of you." Evan said. "In the glory hall for Gryffindor."
"Well, we won the Quidditch cup once so of course I'm in here." Jamea protested.
The Gryffindor Glory Hall was a huge room with Quidditch Cups and pictures of Quidditch teams and pictures of famous Gryffindors and then even nominations for the best people in the houses, dating back hundreds of years.
"Look at this picture of you." Evan said and led him over to "Headliners."
"Evan, were you looking up my dad again? For Christ's sake, just write him a letter or come to my house sometime!"
"Excuse me, but he's the greatest hero of our time and I want to know everything I can about him." Evan said. He took out a wand and summoned a picture to come down to him. "Look at this one!"
"Why did you have to be obsessed with my dad? WHY?" Jamea asked lightly and took the article from a witch's magazine out of his hands. "The Family Man," he read, rolling his eyes. "Harry Potter, famed - ((Jamea scoffed))- famed HOTTIE and hero graduated from Hogwarts at last and when he exited the school he had a child. Jamea, his son is a - oh my god Evan is this really necessary? - His son is a PERFECT baby boy at the age of one. Harry is engaged to the baby's mother Katherine Stuart-Black. When questioned about his child, Harry told us "Hey, I was going to have a son sooner or later with Kat. Why not sooner than later?"
Jamea looked up at Evan. "Do I really have to go through this whole thing?"
"Yes." Evan said. "Keep reading."
"I hate you." Jamea said and continued reading. "Harry refused to answer questions about his sudden growth spurt, which makes us wonder what exactly happened to him when he was- what? - What exactly happened to him when he was captured." Jamea looked at Evan. "Was my dad ever captured?"
"Don't you know?" Evan asked.
"Know what? You're the expert." Jamea said and threw his arms up.
Evan looked pitifully at Jamea. "They never told you what you were, did they?"
"Evan, you have officially lost me." Jamea announced. "Please come back to earth and talk normal."
"You know not about the origin of your birth? You know nothing about why they cant talk about your family in school? They never told you what you are?"
"Yesterday you were normal." Jamea said. "Now you're like the little Chinese guy from 'The Karate Kid'? What's with you today?"
Evan looked at him. He was a blonde boy with light brown eyes, very tall and well built. The girls liked him a lot (not as much as they liked Jamea) but he rarely dated. Jamea's mom worked with Evan's mom so they had met before they remembered. But Evan was slowly getting odder and odder. Jamea was still friends with him, of course, but he just didn't know with Evan. He could say some weird things. "What's with today, today?" He asked and cocked his head to the side.
Jamea made an angry noise in his throat.
"Jamea, I didn't realize that your parents hadn't told you about- you."
"Evan?"
"Yes, Jamea?"
"Are you high?"
Evan frowned. "Yes, but what's that got to do with anything?"
"Oh never mind." Jamea said loudly with a large sigh. "I'll be at the Common Room if you need anything."
And he stormed out of the Glory Hall, the picture of his father and himself in the magazine swimming in his memory. It was exactly like he had told his parents that summer. They hadn't aged a bit.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry was sipping his coffee when an owl flew through the window. ~* That's Jamea's owl *~ Harry thought and pulled off what seemed to be a card. He opened it to find, indeed a card with a crude picture of a man and a pregnant woman. Above the picture it said: 'So you're having a baby!' Harry smiled at the thought that, for once his son was thinking of someone other than himself. But then he read the inside: 'I always figured you two were having sex.' Harry laughed and went to go show the card to Katherine who didn't find it nearly as funny.
"Well?" She demanded. "Did you think that was funny?"
"Uh"- Harry groped for an answer- "No!"
"Good." Katherine said. "I didn't think you would. Now, rub my back!"
"Yes dear."
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"So did your parents like the card?" Jamie asked.
"My dad said he did. He said my mom didn't really appreciate it." Jamea confessed. "I shouldn't have sent it to them."
"Yes, I think it was nice of you to send it to them Jamea! You were being thoughtful and if your mother cant recognize it, you shouldn't care!" Jamie said.
"You're so nice." Jamea said and kissed the tip of her nose.
"Thank you." She said and kissed him on the lips.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry paced his room. Voldemort's grave had shifted again. In fact it had shifted back down to its original place. Harry didn't know whether to think Voldemort was dead, or that Voldemort had escaped his grave and the earth had fallen again. It was hard to say.
He went to the fire and commanded it to burn higher, to make more smoke. It obeyed.
~* Should I tell Jamea about his conception? If I do, will he hate me, will he hate Katherine? Why did we keep it from him in the first place? Because we knew that if he knew he would fear for his life, he wouldn't understand. What we did was right. I know it was right. Even Dumbledore agreed with us. And he's really smart. Really, really, really smart. Dumbledore always knows what to do in a situation. Maybe I should talk to him. Nah. ~*
There was a knock on the door.
"Harry you're going to set off the detectors!" Katherine called.
"I turned them off!" He shouted back. She sighed and walked back down the stairs. Harry went back to pacing.
~* But Dumbledore never had kids, he wouldn't understand our problem. He doesn't really know Jamea either. I should tell Jamea what happened, what happened and who we are. And who he is too. I don't even know if he has any of our powers. He doesn't seem too. Well he shouldn't have any of our powers. I mean, we were the heirs, not him. My dad was in the blood and he didn't have any special powers. Aw, I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore. I never met him and I certainly never REMEMBER if he had any powers. But Jamea is just in the blood. We know he's a Parseltongue and all, but for all we know he cant read minds or pick up objects with his mind or throw fire or lightning. But if he could do those things, he could help us out with Voldemort. NO! No! He can't help us out with Voldemort or Voldemort will try to turn Jamea into his Heir again and we cannot have that! So should I tell him or should I not? ~*
"Are you pacing son?" A voice faintly family asked. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around to see a ghost- pearly and transparent floating behind him.
"Dad?" Harry whispered.
"Yes, it's me." He said and floated over to him. "You've grown."
"Yeah." Harry said, not wanting to get into it. "I guess I have."
"You aren't happy about it?" James wanted to know.
"It hurt to grow this much. I'm even taller than you!"
"Yes. You are." He said. "Did he force you to grow?"
"Who, Voldemort?" Harry asked. "Yeah, he did."
"Aye, I believe that it hurt then." James said.
There was a very awkward silence.
"How is your life going?" James asked.
"It's fine." Harry lied. He winced. "No- it's not. Katherine- my wife- and I are having some problems."
"Tell me."
"I was about to." Harry said. "She's a little preoccupied right now, but if you talked to her she'd say the same thing to you as I'm going to say. You see our son- Jamea- he's 16 and he doesn't know that I'm- that I'm-"
"Merlin's Heir? Of course, of course. Go on."
"And Katherine is Cyrena- the first witch's heir. We didn't tell him because- well we didn't think he'd like knowing that he was going to be used as Voldemort's heir, to kill people. And we were- we are ashamed of the fact. We wanted to spare him."
"You're confusing me Harry." James said, holding his head. "Explain this to me."
And Harry told him the whole story about how they were captured in their sixth year and were forced to have a child for Voldemort.
James was staring at his son with much wonder in his eyes when he finished. He just stood there looking at Harry in amazement.
"I've missed so much in your life." He said finally. "I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't your fault that Voldemort got you two. How were you supposed to know that Pettigrew would betray you?"
"I don't know." James said. "But I the problem you have. Should you tell him, or should you just keep it from him? But why are you confused about this now?"
"Because I'm nearly positive that Voldemort is alive and thriving. He killed Jamea's girlfriend this summer. And he burned down our old house. I think."
"I see." James said. "Do you want my opinion?"
"Yes!"
"Well I think you should tell him soon- maybe over Christmas break. Or whenever you feel like the moment is right." James said. "But don't keep it in any longer than you absolutely have to. Agree?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"Now introduce me to your wife."
"Are you sure you want to meet her right now?" Harry asked. "She's 8 months pregnant and kind of moody."
"Hey, I survived your mother when she was pregnant." James said. "And that was Hurricane Lily, let me tell you." And he walked through the door.
"Jamea, come here." Evan said. "You'll never believe what I found."
"What?" Jamea asked, following his friend out of the common room and down the stairs, past Dumbledore's office. "What did you find?"
"A picture." He said. "Of your dad."
"Hanging up in the halls?" Jamea said.
"Yeah."
"I see him all the time at home, why are you showing this to me?"
"Because of what it says below the painting."
The stopped and there Harry was, smiling nicely (he had always been quite photogenic). He looked at Jamea and said with a much higher voice than what it was now, "Who are you? Why do you look like me?"
"That's your son." Evan said and grinned at Jamea.
"My son?" The painting looked disgusted.
"Yeah, sorry." Said Jamea. "Evan- let's go-"
"Wait!" Harry said loudly. "It's not possible that you're my son!"
"Yes it is, you married now and this is your son." Evan said.
"But-" The image said. "Well I'm only 15! And well me and my girlfriend, Cho Chang haven't - um- you know…"
The two people burst out laughing. Harry blushed. "Shut up!" He said.
"You didn't have me with Cho Chang anyways."
"Oh. Phew." Harry said. "So that means I'm alive?"
"Yes, you're a live."
"So he didn't get me?" Harry asked.
"Who is he?" Asked Evan.
"Voldemort." Harry said. "Voldemort didn't kill me?"
"You killed him in your seventh year." Jamea said. "Everybody knows that."
"I did?" Harry smiled. "Thank god. I hate him so much! If he were in this hall right now I'd just jump out of my painting with Merlin here and we'd blow him to smithereens."
"You cant jump out of your paintings though." Evan pointed out. "Jamea read his plaque."
"A tribute to Harry Potter who died to save his friends Ron and Hermione in his fifth year." The painting recited. "Yeah, that's me."
"What? My dad never died. The inscription wrote something wrong I guess." Jamea said.
"That's what I thought too."
"Nope, I died." Harry insisted. "I had just broken up with my girlfriend, Cho and then I'm like walking back into the castle with Ron and Hermione and like- bam. There's Voldemort! And he's like, 'Ready to die?' and I was like 'um no!' and then I set his hair on fire and he put it out and put on Crucio like 3 times I think and then he was gonna kill Hermione and then I jumped in front of her and Ron who were like freaking out and then-" His eyes glinted as he paused dramatically. "I died."
"Harry?" It was Dumbledore. "Oh, hello boys. Getting acquainted with the portrait? Harry, try to tone down your stories." He told the painting severely. "You'll scare the children."
"Yes sir." Harry said and as Dumbledore walked away Harry crossed his eyes at him.
"Do you not like Dumbledore?" Evan asked.
"Do we care? Let's go!" Jamea said.
"Oh, yes, I like him." Harry said. "But he treats me like a little kid."
"Evan, let's go please? I'm so bored!"
"Okay fine." Evan said. "Bye Mr. Potter."
"Bye." Harry said. The two boys didn't even notice the portrait of Merlin when they passed it.
"I also found a picture of you." Evan said. "In the glory hall for Gryffindor."
"Well, we won the Quidditch cup once so of course I'm in here." Jamea protested.
The Gryffindor Glory Hall was a huge room with Quidditch Cups and pictures of Quidditch teams and pictures of famous Gryffindors and then even nominations for the best people in the houses, dating back hundreds of years.
"Look at this picture of you." Evan said and led him over to "Headliners."
"Evan, were you looking up my dad again? For Christ's sake, just write him a letter or come to my house sometime!"
"Excuse me, but he's the greatest hero of our time and I want to know everything I can about him." Evan said. He took out a wand and summoned a picture to come down to him. "Look at this one!"
"Why did you have to be obsessed with my dad? WHY?" Jamea asked lightly and took the article from a witch's magazine out of his hands. "The Family Man," he read, rolling his eyes. "Harry Potter, famed - ((Jamea scoffed))- famed HOTTIE and hero graduated from Hogwarts at last and when he exited the school he had a child. Jamea, his son is a - oh my god Evan is this really necessary? - His son is a PERFECT baby boy at the age of one. Harry is engaged to the baby's mother Katherine Stuart-Black. When questioned about his child, Harry told us "Hey, I was going to have a son sooner or later with Kat. Why not sooner than later?"
Jamea looked up at Evan. "Do I really have to go through this whole thing?"
"Yes." Evan said. "Keep reading."
"I hate you." Jamea said and continued reading. "Harry refused to answer questions about his sudden growth spurt, which makes us wonder what exactly happened to him when he was- what? - What exactly happened to him when he was captured." Jamea looked at Evan. "Was my dad ever captured?"
"Don't you know?" Evan asked.
"Know what? You're the expert." Jamea said and threw his arms up.
Evan looked pitifully at Jamea. "They never told you what you were, did they?"
"Evan, you have officially lost me." Jamea announced. "Please come back to earth and talk normal."
"You know not about the origin of your birth? You know nothing about why they cant talk about your family in school? They never told you what you are?"
"Yesterday you were normal." Jamea said. "Now you're like the little Chinese guy from 'The Karate Kid'? What's with you today?"
Evan looked at him. He was a blonde boy with light brown eyes, very tall and well built. The girls liked him a lot (not as much as they liked Jamea) but he rarely dated. Jamea's mom worked with Evan's mom so they had met before they remembered. But Evan was slowly getting odder and odder. Jamea was still friends with him, of course, but he just didn't know with Evan. He could say some weird things. "What's with today, today?" He asked and cocked his head to the side.
Jamea made an angry noise in his throat.
"Jamea, I didn't realize that your parents hadn't told you about- you."
"Evan?"
"Yes, Jamea?"
"Are you high?"
Evan frowned. "Yes, but what's that got to do with anything?"
"Oh never mind." Jamea said loudly with a large sigh. "I'll be at the Common Room if you need anything."
And he stormed out of the Glory Hall, the picture of his father and himself in the magazine swimming in his memory. It was exactly like he had told his parents that summer. They hadn't aged a bit.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry was sipping his coffee when an owl flew through the window. ~* That's Jamea's owl *~ Harry thought and pulled off what seemed to be a card. He opened it to find, indeed a card with a crude picture of a man and a pregnant woman. Above the picture it said: 'So you're having a baby!' Harry smiled at the thought that, for once his son was thinking of someone other than himself. But then he read the inside: 'I always figured you two were having sex.' Harry laughed and went to go show the card to Katherine who didn't find it nearly as funny.
"Well?" She demanded. "Did you think that was funny?"
"Uh"- Harry groped for an answer- "No!"
"Good." Katherine said. "I didn't think you would. Now, rub my back!"
"Yes dear."
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"So did your parents like the card?" Jamie asked.
"My dad said he did. He said my mom didn't really appreciate it." Jamea confessed. "I shouldn't have sent it to them."
"Yes, I think it was nice of you to send it to them Jamea! You were being thoughtful and if your mother cant recognize it, you shouldn't care!" Jamie said.
"You're so nice." Jamea said and kissed the tip of her nose.
"Thank you." She said and kissed him on the lips.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry paced his room. Voldemort's grave had shifted again. In fact it had shifted back down to its original place. Harry didn't know whether to think Voldemort was dead, or that Voldemort had escaped his grave and the earth had fallen again. It was hard to say.
He went to the fire and commanded it to burn higher, to make more smoke. It obeyed.
~* Should I tell Jamea about his conception? If I do, will he hate me, will he hate Katherine? Why did we keep it from him in the first place? Because we knew that if he knew he would fear for his life, he wouldn't understand. What we did was right. I know it was right. Even Dumbledore agreed with us. And he's really smart. Really, really, really smart. Dumbledore always knows what to do in a situation. Maybe I should talk to him. Nah. ~*
There was a knock on the door.
"Harry you're going to set off the detectors!" Katherine called.
"I turned them off!" He shouted back. She sighed and walked back down the stairs. Harry went back to pacing.
~* But Dumbledore never had kids, he wouldn't understand our problem. He doesn't really know Jamea either. I should tell Jamea what happened, what happened and who we are. And who he is too. I don't even know if he has any of our powers. He doesn't seem too. Well he shouldn't have any of our powers. I mean, we were the heirs, not him. My dad was in the blood and he didn't have any special powers. Aw, I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore. I never met him and I certainly never REMEMBER if he had any powers. But Jamea is just in the blood. We know he's a Parseltongue and all, but for all we know he cant read minds or pick up objects with his mind or throw fire or lightning. But if he could do those things, he could help us out with Voldemort. NO! No! He can't help us out with Voldemort or Voldemort will try to turn Jamea into his Heir again and we cannot have that! So should I tell him or should I not? ~*
"Are you pacing son?" A voice faintly family asked. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around to see a ghost- pearly and transparent floating behind him.
"Dad?" Harry whispered.
"Yes, it's me." He said and floated over to him. "You've grown."
"Yeah." Harry said, not wanting to get into it. "I guess I have."
"You aren't happy about it?" James wanted to know.
"It hurt to grow this much. I'm even taller than you!"
"Yes. You are." He said. "Did he force you to grow?"
"Who, Voldemort?" Harry asked. "Yeah, he did."
"Aye, I believe that it hurt then." James said.
There was a very awkward silence.
"How is your life going?" James asked.
"It's fine." Harry lied. He winced. "No- it's not. Katherine- my wife- and I are having some problems."
"Tell me."
"I was about to." Harry said. "She's a little preoccupied right now, but if you talked to her she'd say the same thing to you as I'm going to say. You see our son- Jamea- he's 16 and he doesn't know that I'm- that I'm-"
"Merlin's Heir? Of course, of course. Go on."
"And Katherine is Cyrena- the first witch's heir. We didn't tell him because- well we didn't think he'd like knowing that he was going to be used as Voldemort's heir, to kill people. And we were- we are ashamed of the fact. We wanted to spare him."
"You're confusing me Harry." James said, holding his head. "Explain this to me."
And Harry told him the whole story about how they were captured in their sixth year and were forced to have a child for Voldemort.
James was staring at his son with much wonder in his eyes when he finished. He just stood there looking at Harry in amazement.
"I've missed so much in your life." He said finally. "I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't your fault that Voldemort got you two. How were you supposed to know that Pettigrew would betray you?"
"I don't know." James said. "But I the problem you have. Should you tell him, or should you just keep it from him? But why are you confused about this now?"
"Because I'm nearly positive that Voldemort is alive and thriving. He killed Jamea's girlfriend this summer. And he burned down our old house. I think."
"I see." James said. "Do you want my opinion?"
"Yes!"
"Well I think you should tell him soon- maybe over Christmas break. Or whenever you feel like the moment is right." James said. "But don't keep it in any longer than you absolutely have to. Agree?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"Now introduce me to your wife."
"Are you sure you want to meet her right now?" Harry asked. "She's 8 months pregnant and kind of moody."
"Hey, I survived your mother when she was pregnant." James said. "And that was Hurricane Lily, let me tell you." And he walked through the door.