A'ight, sorry for the loooong hiatus, but, long story short, I was grounded off the computer for a month! It almost drove me to madness!!

I showed this chapter to my friend/editor, Jessica, and she said she got lost. If the same thing happens to you, tell me exactly where and I'll try to revise it!

P.S. just in case you can't figure it out, the first section is Lil's PoV, and the rest is 3rd person!

I'm worried about my husband. He spends all his time in the den, on that blasted computer. Doing "research", he says. He only goes out for work, meals, and a few hours of sleep. He is really obsessed with this idea of "going home".

Myself, I'm perfectly happy the way we are! But now that fool of a man has it in his head that he won't be complete unless he finds our past!

You see...my husband, James, hasn't been quite right lately...I mean, up there. He mutters in his sleep...something about a green light and "Harry"...he has visions of our life before the hospital, before this life. He says this Harry child was ours...before the incident.

"Lily, our son..." he says to me, when he does speak to me. "Our child! He may have grown up without parents for 16 years!"

"Or he could have died 16 years ago! You have a child! You have a daughter!" I say to him. "Do you want Gia to grow up without a father, because we had to put you in a home?!" He just laughs.

Who knows? Maybe we did have a son! But why would I want to open that can of worms? Of course, it's not that I don't feel for the child...if there is one...it's just that I don't want to feel for him! What if I were to get all worked up like my husband, only to find out I lost a child 16 years ago? No, I couldn't bear it...

The screen door closed with a clatter, and Gia walked into the kitchen, smiling. "Yes!" she sighed as she threw her backpack on the floor. "Last day of Grade 8! Good riddance!"

She immediately sprinted for the fridge, and dug out a piece of carrot cake. 'I'm famished!' She thought. 'I wonder where Mom and Dad are?'

She chewed on her cake thoughtfully, and pushed her shining auburn hair out of her eyes. Though her parents tried to hide it from her, she could feel the rift between them. From what she had gathered through the door of their bedroom, they thought that she might have a brother in England! A big brother!

Her parents' past was no secret from her. They had told her everything on the day she was old enough to realize that their accent was different from everyone else's. They often shared anecdotes from their long hospital stay with her. Their favorite was how after 3 years of healing from the mental and physical scars, the just couldn't keep their hands off each other, and on the day they were given a clean bill of health...well, that's how she was conceived.

But there were some things that weren't clear to her, or to her parents, from what she gathered. What happened to her parents in England? How did they get to New York, where she lived now?

'That's probably why Dad is so gung-ho about finding their past,' Gia thought as she licked the last of the icing from the carrot cake. 'It would be so cool if I had an older brother, like I've always wanted! An English older brother!'

Gia had purposely waited until she had polished off her cake until calling out for her parents, but it seemed now like she didn't need too. She could hear her mother's light footsteps running down the stairs. 'Running?' She thought, and she quickly threw her cake bowl into the sink.

"No James, I won't hear of it!" Lily's shrill voice shrieked. "You get that idea out of your head right now, or I'll..."

"But Lily," James' voice pleaded and he tromped down the stairs after her. "Please! I can't go another second without knowing where we came from! You know, deep down, that you want to too!"

"Of course I do! Don't you think I lie awake at night, thinking about what our life was like? Don't you think that's haunted me too? Don't make me seem like the bad one! I want to protect us! I want to protect your daughter!"

"From what?"

"From that thing! You said, that in your visions, you see a dark man! You said it was him that destroyed the house we lived in! It was him that killed-"

"Don't you say that! We don't know that he's dead!"

"We barely escaped! We still don't know how we made it to America!"

"I don't care what you say! I'm going to England!" They were standing in the next room now. They would be in the kitchen any second. "I've scheduled the time off with the newspaper! If you want to stay here with your daughter and rest on your laurels, fine! But I'm going to find our son!"

They both stopped dead. They were in the kitchen now, and were staring blankly at Gia, who stared right back at them.

"Uh, honey..."Lily started. "How much did you-"

"You're going to England to find my brother, Daddy?" She squeaked, unsure what else to say. "Cool! Can I'm come too? I've always wanted an older brother!"

James' jaw dropped open, and he had to push his glasses up several times before he could respond. "You....you knew?"

"Yeah...sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, it was an accident!" She put her head down respectfully. "But please, mom! I'm not scared of any old man! If I have a brother who's out there all alone, I wanna find out! If he's dead...well, we can pay our respects! Please mom! I wanna go!!"

"Yeah, please Mom!" James said with a boyish grin. "Pleeeeeeeeaaase?" They said together.

Lily looked about ready to blow a fuse, but when she looked at her daughter's pleading eyes, her expression softened. 'My daughter deserves to know if she has a brother,' she thought. 'I deserve to know if I have a son. And the man...he was probably killed in the house too...Yes, that's it. The evil man was killed in the house.' Lily forced herself to believe it. "Well...I guess we could use a vacation..."

"YES!" Gia and James cried, leaping in the air!

"We can leave right away!" James said excitedly. "I book us the tickets, you two go get packed!"

"Now wait a moment! I..." but Lily's protests fell on deaf ears, as her husband and daughter were already rushing up the stairs to pack.

As she followed them up stairs to explain that no, the couldn't leave right away, that there were certain preparations to be made, she couldn't help but feel a gnawing in the pit of her stomach, like something bad was going to happen. She quickly shrugged it off, and proceeded up the stairs to scold her husband and daughter.

Exactly one week later, and approximately the same time, their plane took off from J.F.K airport.

James was clutching the armrest so hard his knuckles started to turn white. On either side of him, his wife a daughter gazed anxiously at him.

"James," Lily said calmly. "What's the problem? The house is locked up, everything is taken care of-"

"Lily," He said through clenched teeth. "I'm afraid of flying."

((AN: James, the star Quidditch player of his year...afraid of flying?! The irony of it all!))