A/N: Well, sorry it's taken me a bit longer than usual…Unfortunately, I've been spending time visiting the hospital due to a sudden family issue…so needless to say, the last thing that was on my mind was the story. However, I'm back now, because things are looking up and I'm in a better mood. Why am I in a better mood, you ask? Well, besides the medical change of events…I saw Paul McCartney in concert! Not once, but twice!! Now some of you are probably thinking…"Well that's nice." but for me that was a lifetime in the making! I absolutely adore him and the Beatles…they are the greatest…!!!! (In fact I have them playing the background as I type this!) So therefore, I feel inspired…so I shall update. Enjoy.

"Harry," Ron said looking in the rear view at the kids in the back, who were all preoccupied with something one was saying. "What are you getting at?"

"He said something about me ending up just like him," Harry said quietly. "Since he thought I was James, he was trying to convince me to let him help me. When I told him to bug off, he said that I'd end up pleading and alone just like him. Him meaning me."

Ron looked straight out at the road, as if to be pondering what Harry had just said. "I knew it. I knew he would have something to do with it. I mean whenever something is off, he always has something to do with it. What though? What exactly does he have to do with it?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "But I'll be damn sure to find out."

"We better talk about this when we get back," Ron continued. "It's probably better not to tell everyone quite yet."

"Ok," Harry said as they sat for the remainder of the drive staring out the window. After a little while they arrived back at home.

"Home, sweet, home," James said getting out of the car and staring up at the house.

"You're telling me," Mike said as he pulled his truck out of the car. "I'll come by later."

"See you later then," Liz said as she and James lugged their trunks into the house. "Hello? Anyone home? Mum?"

"She probably went to get the boys," Ron said checking his watch.

"Food, food, food, food…" James started mumbling continuously as he headed off to the kitchen.

"Hey," Ron said. "Hermione's making a big dinner for tonight and she'll kill me if I let you spoil your appetite."

"Mmmph…?" James came out asking with his mouth full of cookies.

Ron took a deep breath. "I give up. If she asks, just tell her you ate too many sweets on the train."

"So Harry," Liz said collapsing on the sofa. "Have you learned a lot since you've gotten back?"

"Unfortunately," Harry said. "A little more than I need…"

"Oh," Liz said deep in thought. "What did Malfoy say to you at the station? I saw him whisper something to you."

"Liz," Ron said walking over. "Why don't you go and eat sweets with James?"

Liz looked at her father a little skeptically. "I've seen him eat sweets before."

"I wasn't asking you to take notes," Ron said shaking his head. "I just thought that maybe you were hungry."

"Not really," Liz said shrugging.

"Well," Ron said. "Why don't you go and keep James company?"

"He's a big boy," Liz said. "I think he can handle the cookie jar by himself." She paused. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to get rid of me."

"Don't be silly," Ron said. "I'm merely suggesting that since your brothers will be home soon…"

"I'm going, I'm going," Liz said standing up and walking off to the kitchen.

"Subtle," Harry said almost laughing at Ron.

"You said yourself," Ron said shrugging. "I've never been very good at that sort of thing."

"What could Malfoy have meant," Harry said plopping down in Liz's vacant spot. He stared up at the ceiling. "How was Malfoy acting around the time of my disappearance? Do you remember?"

"No," Ron said distantly. "To this day, if I even see his name in the paper I'll throw it out. I know you and Hermione dealt with him from time to time before you went missing. You'll have to ask her."

"I guess so," Harry said still staring up at the ceiling.

"Looks like we're having chicken," James said appearing out of the kitchen with two handfuls of cookies. Liz followed behind him slowly nibbling on a cookie. "It's sitting in there."

"You think you're going to be hungry after all that?" Harry asked.

"He's a bottomless pit," Liz said sitting down next to her dad.

"I'm a growing boy," James said smiling.

"With a big mouth," Liz said smiling.

James just rolled his eyes and began to say something before they suddenly saw the front door open.

"Hey," Hermione said coming in. "Look whose back!"

"Hi mum," Liz said standing up and going over to hug her mother.

"Elizabeth?" Hermione said taking a step back to look at her. "You straightened your hair?"

"Just a spell," Liz said sighing. "I like it."

"It's lovely," Hermione said smiling. "It's lovely to see you and have you home!" She turned and looked at James. "James, sweetheart, how are you?"

"Good," James said standing up and coming over to hug Hermione.

"And what did you do to your…" She stopped as if completely in shock, and stared at the top of James's head. "Oh James, what on earth happened to your hair?"

"We got in a fight," James said grinning slyly. "Decided it was best to split up and see other people. I don't know about you, but I think it'll come crawling back."

"Oh James," Hermione said in a very motherly tone while she playfully hit his arm. "Seriously? You always had such lovely, thick hair."

"I know," James said. "It's just hair, it'll grow back. Mike, Paul, and I just got bored yesterday because all our stuff was packed. Paul found and extra razor and thought it would be a laugh to shave someone's head, and I volunteered. There you have it."

"Thought it would be a laugh?" Hermione said as she glanced to Ron and Harry. "Did you all used to do that?"

"Not that I can remember," Harry said smiling.

"We did turn Neville's hair purple once," Ron said thinking back. "While he was sleeping. Seamus finally got fed up with all the snoring and decided to play a little prank."

"Honestly," Hermione said shaking her head. "I will never understand boys."

"Speaking of boys," Liz said. "Where are they?"

"Coming," Hermione said. "They stopped to pet a little dog that we saw on the walk home." As she said this, the two little bundles of energy came flying though the door.

"Liz! James!" Conner screamed as he leapt into his sister's arms. Aiden doing the same thing to James.

"God," James said looking at Liz. "They've gotten bigger!"

"You've had to have grown a good few inches," Liz said looking at her brother.

"Three and a half," Ron said. "They're the tallest in their class. They've got the Weasley height."

"You know I have tall people in my family as well," Hermione said smiling as she walked off to the kitchen. "We're having an early dinner tonight. Is that all right with everyone?"

"Uggg…" James mumbled. "I wasn't really hun…" He stopped when he caught glimpse of the evil look Ron was giving him. "I mean, yeah sure what are we having?"

"Hermione," Ron called after her. He gave Harry a look as if to tell him to follow him. "Hey Aiden, Conner…wouldn't you love to hear about what Liz and James learned this year?"

"Yeah!" Aiden and Conner yelled out as James and Liz groaned slightly.

"Dad," Liz said. "I just got home. The last thing I want to think about is school."

"Right," Ron said. "Tell them about that one charm. They'd love to hear that."

"What charm?" James asked, but before he knew it the two young boys were asking a million questions and Ron and Harry had walked off into the kitchen.

"Will you guys grab the plates?" Hermione asked pointing.

"So we saw Fred at the station," Ron said calmly. "Well, I did. Harry was hiding."

Hermione laughed. "It's probably better that way. What did he have to say?"

"The usual," Ron said as he tried to knick a piece a of chicken, only to have Hermione slap his hand. "George and Maggie are going on holiday again."

"Again?" Hermione said. "Didn't they just go on…"

"Yup," Ron said.

"My…" Hermione said shrugging as she bent over to get something out of the oven. "Well, all this is definitely good for George. He was so miserable before he met her."

"Uh-huh," Ron said a he popped a piece of chicken in his mouth. "We saw a few other people down there as well."

"Really?" Hermione said looking at Harry. "Who else?"

"Oliver Wood," Harry said shrugging. Hermione made a face.

"And Draco Malfoy," Ron said looking directly at his wife.

Hermione stopped what she was doing and swung around to face Ron and Harry. "What? What was he doing at Kings Cross? He doesn't have any children, does he?"

"I sure hope not," Ron said making a face. "Can you imagine more Malfoys?" He shuddered.

"I'm sure he was just passing though," Harry said. "Had a few interesting things to say to Ron and myself."

"He knew who you were?" Hermione said as her eyes widened.

"Not exactly," Harry said. "He thought I was James."

"And what did he say to you?" Hermione asked sternly.

"Said something about me being able to escape this," Harry said gesturing around the room. "Said that he could make me successful."

"That's a load of crap!" Hermione said in an outraged manner. "How dare he!"

"Oh," Ron said going over and standing next to Hermione. "It gets better…"

"Then after I declined his ever prestigious offer," Harry continued. "He told me that I was just like him. Him meaning me of course. That I would end up alone and pleading, just like him."

Hermione dropped the bowl she was holding, and Ron, as if he knew she was going to drop it, caught it nonchalantly. She didn't say a word and just stared at Harry.

"Ummmm," Harry said shifting awkwardly. "So Ron and I have reason to believe that he knows something about what happened to me concerning my disappearance…"

"Actually," Ron said as he went back to sneaking pieces of chicken. "Ron feels that he has everything to do with Harry's disappearance. Just as he has for the past six years."

Hermione still just stood there in silence.

"So…" Harry said. "Ron said that you and future me had a few run ins with Malfoy, so maybe we could figure out some sort of link. We could always retrace records and see where Malfoy was on the day of my disappearance and…" Harry stopped when he was suddenly interrupted.

"That twisted psycho!!" Hermione screamed. "What the hell is wrong with him!! I mean I always suspected, but I would have thought that a man with that much to loose would do something so stupid while he was in the public eye!!!!"

"Hermione," Ron said trying to clam her down. "Don't yell, you'll scare…"

"What going on in here?" James said rushing in, followed by Liz and the boys.

"Nothing!" Hermione said handing Liz and James each a bowl of food as she headed out to the dining room. "Not a thing! It's time for dinner!"

"Has mum gone mad?" Aiden asked looking up at his father.

"I really don't know," Ron said glancing at Harry.

"Here," Liz said handing her little brothers some plates. "Let's go and set the table."

"Set it right," Conner said elbowing his brother. "Or else mum might flip."

"Don't talk about your mum like that," Ron said. "She just found out some rather…absurd news. She'll calm down. She's just upset."

"Come on," Liz gestured to her little brothers and she looked nervously at her dad.

Hermione was sitting at the dinner table sipping quickly on a glass of wine. Liz sat down next to her and smiled widely.

"I'm fine, sweetheart." Hermione said back in her normal tone. "I just can't believe…" She looked at Harry. "We'll discuss that later."

"Good idea," Ron said sitting down and helping Conner with his napkin. "So, Liz and James, what's new at Hogwarts?"

"Nothing," they both mumbled slowly as they helped themselves to food.

"Nothing at all?" Hermione asked. "I hardly believe that. How about Quidditch season, James? How did that turn out?"

"Ravenclaw took the cup," James said seemingly interested in the conversation. "Telli Ryan beat Lindsey Spinnet to the snitch in the last few seconds of our last game. Good season though if you ask me. We'll take it next year, now that we can get a good keeper…"

"Dan Wood was an excellent keeper," Liz said as she cut her chicken up. "You would have had an undefeated season if it weren't for that game. Just because he had that one bad day…"

"Liz," James said. "Just because you happen to fancy the kid, doesn't make him any better a person…"

"You fancy Daniel Wood?" Ron said suddenly.

"That would be Oliver's…" Harry began to ask.

"Youngest son," Hermione said. "I believe he just graduated as head boy?"

"Yes," James said rolling his eyes.

"I do not," Liz said glaring at James as if trying to burn a hole through his skull.

"You do too," James said smiling widely. "You told me!"

"Does Mike know about this?" Ron said smiling.

"No," James said. "Mike and Dan don't get along, so she's always been afraid to tell him."

"They don't get along?" Hermione asked. "Why not? When I met them, I found Dan to be quite quiet and kept mainly to himself."

"Because," James said. "I mean he gets along fine with Drew and Diana, but him and Dan are so close in age. When Oliver found out about Mike, it took away from Dan's precious attention. He's a right prat to Mike if you ask me."

"He is not," Liz said interjecting.

"He is too," James said. "Always thought he was so much better than Mike. He lets him know too. You aren't around at Quidditch practice, Liz."

"He's not like that," Liz said. "He's really clever, and very nice…"

"If you don't fancy him then why are you trying to defend him?" James asked.

"I just don't want you to talk badly about…" Liz began.

"Anyway," James said. "We lost our last game because he was, as Liz said, having a bad day. Broke up with his girlfriend or something and was letting it get to him. Ruined it for the rest of us."

"Well," Hermione said. "That's too bad."

"Wait," Harry asked. "Are you telling me that on the Gryffindor team, there was a Wood, Bell, Spinnet, and Potter?" Harry laughed. "All we need is two Weasley's and a Johnson and we'd have my original Qudditch team."

"Well," James said. "One other Weasley now."

"Why?" Ron asked. "Who…?"

"Jeff," James said smiling. "He's going to be our new keeper."

"That's wonderful!" Hermione said smiling. "So there you go Harry, a Weasley and a Johnson."

"How funny," Harry said. "What do you all play?"

"I'm chaser," James said. "Along with Nicole Wilkes and Jake Thomas. Mike and Paul Gleason are beaters. They're going to suffer quite the lose after next year. Lindsey Spinnet is our seeker, Jeff will be the new keeper…much to Oliver's disappointment."

"Oh don't start," Liz said.

"Seriously," James said. "He expected Mike to give up his beater position to be a keeper. I mean he's a killer keeper, but he's also a great beater. Mike plays every position like a pro. As much of a bugger his dad is, he's an amazing Quidditch player, and if anything, taught Mike well. Anyway, since Drew Wood was keeper when I started school, and Dan picked up right after, Mike never had the chance to be a keeper. Now Oliver thinks he should."

"That man is obsessed with Quidditch," Ron said. "Never let's up."

"So," James continued. "Mike's captain instead. Oliver insists that even his illegitimate children are captains."

"James Potter!" Hermione said. "I don't like him either after what he did to Katie, but we won't speak like that at the table."

"Sorry," James said.

"Anyway," Liz said finally speaking up. "If James is done, we can talk about other things."

"Such as?" Ron asked looking at his daughter.

"Well, like I asked earlier" Liz said turning to Harry. "What did Minister Malfoy say to you at Kings Cross?"

Harry looked at Ron and then at Hermione. Not knowing what to say.

"Knowing Malfoy," James said. "Probably something odd…"

"How true," Hermione said trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"It was definitely odd," Harry said. "It's not a big deal though…"

"Let me guess," James said putting his silverware down. "Thinking you were me, he tried to persuade you to let him help you."

"How would you know…?" Ron began to asked.

"Because," James said. "It's all he ever says to me…"