Disclaimer: refer to chapter 1

Author's Note: I guess I still haven't upheld that longer chapter thing, huh? But I promise, I will really I will. Even though no one had ever read it, I would like to say, I have reach 200 hundred pages in my Novel. In small, small text, might I add. I hope to get it published.

Anyway, I think I got Ron's character correct, but point out the wrongs if I did not. Hermione does not speak much in this chapter, but she will soon. And I forgot to say last time, I do not live in England, so I am relying on Americas system for child rights and foster parents. And even then I am stretching it.
All recommendations are taken in for consideration. I welcome all...right I am rambling.

On with the story.

"Let us see him, you can't hide him from us." Shouted the first, and James could hear the Headmasters soft voice assuring the other that they were not hiding his friend.

"Headmaster, we heard about the attack." This voice was a girl, James could tell at least this, and the first had been a teenage boys. The next words that came out of the the girls lips, sent James staggering to the door and pulling it open so fiercely that the two children and Dumbledore on the other side, jumped.

And even now he was not sure what they were. Something of 'Is Harry alright? I understand if you don't want anyone to know, but he's Harry to us, not Harry Potter.' She had said, and he had heard her fear, her fear of death.

The red headed child to the left of the girl, who had bushy hair, stammered for words. He nearly called James; Harry, but he had stopped himself. "Who the bloody hell are you! Dumbledore's idea of a cover up!" He shouted, and James winced at the pure unbridled anger that rose in his voice.

"My names James." He offered, but it did nothing to calm the teens anger- if anything it intensified it.

"James huh? Of bloody great, take on his dead fathers name why don't you, Death Eater. Is this Voldemort's new idea, try to get Harry to trust an impostor that looks like his dead father, back from the dead. Well he wont, he'll be right furious. Go tell your Master that!" The Headmaster had a resigned appearance about him, as if he thought it best to just let the lad wear the steam out.

"Are you done Mr. Weasley?" The boy went to disagree, but James beat him to it.

"Harry? Harry Potter is that who you were talking about." The girl nodded slowly, staring at him in puzzlement. "But Harry's only one." James rubbed his temples, and the girls eyes changed to worry. "I don't understand." The Headmaster went to remind James of what they had talked about. "I know, I know, I just keep forgetting." He said, as Albus opened his mouth.

HOSPITAL- SAME DAY, AND TIME.

He smiled, as Elizabeth picked him up. And tugged at her dark red curls, giggling. He bounced in her arms, and she smiled, flattening his unruly hair with the other hand.

"Hey little one." She said, sitting him down on her lap. "How are you?" He giggled again, reaching for her neckless.
"Oh no you don't" She said, gentle pulling his hands from the chain. "It doesn't taste that good anyway, I promise." The boy stopped squirming for a moment, and stared up at her.

Regarding her in a way no baby, Elizabeth knew, could.

Elisabeth pulled away from that stare, to look to the Doctor as he flipped a page in the child's chart. His wife was switching her attention between Dr. Kenard's explanation of the child's injuries, and of Elisabeth as she played with the child. Ryan's full attention was on the Doctors words, but he would smile at the baby every once and awhile, or make an amusing face.

"So he has how many scars?" Mrs. Kenard asked, glancing at the chart.

"Four, including the small one on his forehead."

Yes I know I'm evil for stopping here, but I had to. I just had to, I am evil. No not really its just 2 a.m in the morning, and I have school. My eyes are lead, falling down. I cant keep them open.

Anyway, Wiccan PussyKat that small scar on his forehead is Harry Potters trade mark. He still has it! Thank you for putting me on your favorite list.

Mickeymoose, thank you, it has been brewing for sometime. Yes they came back from the spell, and Harry is a child because... well Dumbledore will explain later. I can't go ruining his speech can I? No I could not take any of his speech away, I am not that evil.

Bonebiddy, it is nice that everyone came back, and turns everything more complicated, urg. I was wondering, what does RL mean? Thank you for commenting.

I think I did everyone who had a question I could, without ruining the whole plot, answer. If I did not answer, feel free to yell at me in your review.
For those who have read my other story, (which no one had I am sure. But it makes me feel nice to put these things in.) I will be updating it.