A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed!! I felt loved!! Even with the semi-flame... I know I can't please everyone, so I just try to write for myself. It always seems to work. But I do really appreciate everyone's suggestions and do take them to heart. As you might see. ( There was something else, but I was distracted, so I forgot. Oops. Anyways, enjoy!!
When James woke up the next morning, he knew something was off, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. So, he took a shower, got dressed, and ate breakfast. When he looked at the clock sitting by his hotel bed, he sighed when he saw that he still had three hours before he was to meet his godfather and his godfather's best friend. He looked around the room and his eyes fell on his photo album, which he took with him on a whim.

When he opened it up, he was immediately swamped with memories. Memories of Hogwarts, memories of his friends, memories of his so called family, and memories of his fame. He smiled when he remembered all the good times he had and his eyes became moist when he got to the end of his photo album; the reasons he left. The last picture in he came across was a week before he defeated Voldermort at the Burrow. Ron and Hermione had their arms around each other and would occasionally kiss, Fred and George where in the background playing pranks on their twin while Percy looked on in mild humor with his arm around his wife, Penelope, and Bill and Charlie had their arms around their youngest sibling, Ginny, while she tried to get free. Standing to the side, watching everyone in amusement, James saw himself; his untamable black hair sticking out in all directions, his emerald green eyes clouded in mixed emotions, and his short stature making him stick out in a sea of tall red heads.

James closed his photo album and crossed to the mirror. When he saw himself, he cursed. His reflection showed what he truly looked like; black hair that was slightly more tamed than six years ago, emerald eyes that you could tell have seen pain and sorrow, and most of all, the scar that made him famous.

He quickly grabbed his wand and uttered the glamour charm that was the only bit of magic he had been doing for the past six years. Now, when he looked in the mirror, he saw James Evans, not Harry Potter. James with his pale brown hair, hazel eyes, and most importantly, no scar. But these weren't the only differences between Harry and James, no, for Harry knew that anyone would recognize his face, even with different coloring. So, James had a slightly wider nose, a squarer chin complete with a clef, lower cheekbones, and a more oval face shape. It took Harry three months to get this face completely perfect. He figured Hermione would be proud.

James then looked at the time, cursed once more (he was now running late) and bolted out the door.

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"Wow, these are great. And you said that he hadn't meet you before he drew these?" asked Hermione as they waited for the designer to show up.

"Yeah, amazing, huh? Have you seen the nursery?" Sirius asked, obviously excited.

"Only five times. It really is weird how he knew exactly what the four of us would want in the nursery," Ron answered as he looked at the plans for the kitchen. He looked up, "are these stars on the ceiling?"

"Yes, I do believe that they are. I think it has something to do with the sun theme of the kitchen, day and night maybe?" Remus answered as he looked at the drawing of the entry.

The conversation was halted as the doorbell rang. Remus left and quickly came back carrying a box and followed by a pair of legs and three boxes.

"I didn't know that boxes could design," said Hermione as she looked up.

"Apparently they can, rather well too."

James slowly set the boxes on the table. 'I can do this. I can be James. I can be a professional,' he said to himself. "Hello, I'm James."

"I'm Hermione, and this is Ron. Very nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. How about we get started, eh?"

"I didn't know you were Canadian," stated Hermione.

"Oh, I'm not. I just work with a very hyperactive Canadian who always says eh. It grows on you."

"Where are you from? You don't sound English."

"Actually, I was born and raised in England. I moved to the states about six years ago."

"Where in the states?"

"Portland, Oregon. But enough about me, how about we get started?"

For the next six hours, James finalized the plans for every single room in his godfather's mansion. Not an easy feat let me tell you. With the final color splotch was decided upon, James started putting away everything they didn't destroy, I mean use.

"So, when are we going to get started?" asked Remus.

"I thought tomorrow morning we could start getting paints and the basics so we can get started in the afternoon. Does that work?"

"Yeah. So, kitchen tomorrow?"

"That's what we discussed."

"I have a question though. You said that the theme for the kitchen was sunshine, but in one of the drawings you have stars on the ceiling. Actually, all the drawings have different ceilings," asked Remus.

"Oh. That's because the ceiling is going to be charmed to reflect the weather outside."

This statement was meet with four dropped jaws. "You're a wizard?"

James raised one eyebrow. "Yeah. Why do you think I got this job? I'm the only wizard who works for the firm. I thought you knew that."

"That would explain how you knew what Hogwarts looked like. Did you go there?"

At this, James faltered. He REALLY didn't want to tell them he went there, because then they would ask more questions. So he told the truth, sort of. "No, I didn't."

Hermione gave him a long, hard stare. "Are you sure? You don't look very familiar, but I feel like I've known you for years."

James stayed silent.

"Herm, I promised mum that we'd be there for dinner," Ron said, wisely breaking the uneasy silence that was building up.

"Well, we'd better be off then. Siri, Remus, see you later? I'll stop by when the paint fumes are not as strong."

"Give Molly and Arthur and your darlings our love," said Remus as he gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll keep you informed on this newest lead. We might be getting close this time," said Ron right before they apperated.

"I'm sure it's none of my business, but what are you getting close to?" asked James as he picked up the lone box he was taking home.

"My godson disappeared about six years ago. We're still trying to find him," Sirius answered very dejectedly.

"Oh, sorry. I hope you find him."

"Thank you. I hope we do too. Life's just not the same without him." Sirius took a deep breath before continuing. "So, meet here at say eight?"

"Sounds good. See you tomorrow then," James said before quickly walking out the door.

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The second James was safe in his hotel room, he collapsed in exhaustion. 'Well, that was stressful.'

There were so many times when he just wanted to talk to Ron and Hermione like they had been friends for years. (Which they were, but they didn't know that. They thought that he was just a designer, which he also was.) Not for the first time, he wished it had been different, he wished that he had the courage to stay and face his family after what he did. It had been six years and he still couldn't face what he did. If he couldn't face himself, how could he expect the people he loved to face what he did?

'Lets just stop that train of thought before it leaves the station.' For the next few hours, he sat in silence, thinking about, whatever. He came to one conclusion. 'I hope they do find me.'

A/N: Next chapter I will try to have flashbacks and tell why he left and what happened. I'll see what happens. In one of the next few chapters I might even follow up on the lead. Hehe. You might also meet Ron and Hermione's children. And more Remus/Sirius. But it is not a major part of the story. I just can't help myself! I hate it when they are with anyone else. well that was a little lie. I'll try to update soon!! I don't have a midterm till next Friday (May 2), but I am going to a Mariners game this weekend!! Go Mariners!! Anyways. Have a good day!