A.N: Alright, don't yell, I know its only four pages, but I need to stop here for a real reason. I need to know, is it alright if I skip into the future a bit, not a lot, but a little? This is kind of the beginning of the plot. So, continue day by day, or skip a few weeks?



athenakitty: I hope you understand that you have asked questions that I can not answer. I will supply what I can, but beyond that you will have to wait. Soon is put to use as not as an adult, not even as a teen, younger then these, but a number I can not tell. I have not decided. Do not fret, James and Lily will be playing major parts.


Molly Morrison: answer to second review. I can not tell you what will happen next, that is why a story is told, and tension is built. I still have a lot to build, I hope you will keep reading.


LadyRainbowStar13: Thank you.


Wiccan PussyKat: Hello again, yes, in this chapter, you get to know. I even skipped ahead a day in the first scene because everyone was getting antsy. Thank you for the hint on his eyes, I'll have to find the third book in all my piles. Yes, I will say there were busy.
I laughed at myself when I wrote that line, it seemed so...oh goodness, I forget how to spell it. cliché? perhaps that is the spelling, anyhow, yes it seems like everyone of those people said that, but I made him say it for that exact reason.
He will be found before his teens, that is my new explanation to those questions. Thank you for reviewing.


Drusilla: yes the remembrance of being alone, that and other factors.'


Eric2: I'll be doing Harry's perspectives soon, when he's a bit older.


Silvercrystal77: thank you, and yes your right.


MCCLAINS- NEXT MORNING.


It was the day, Elizabeth smiled as she woke up, and dragged herself from under the covers. Today they named the baby. The mirthful thought brought her skipping down the stairs, only to pause at their end, and listen to what Ryan was saying.


Apparently she was not the first up, she pushed back her dark hazel hair, and leaned against the railing. The door to the kitchen was open, so she could clearly hear his words.


"Connor? No, alright. Bryan, no to close to mine. Thomas? No, alright, stop looking at me that way. Ronald? Hey don't cover you eyes, I had an uncle called that. Henry? Herald? Harry? (Elizabeth could hear a whimper at this one) I give up, you either cry, sigh, bang you head on the table, blow a raspberry at me, or cover your eyes. You tell me your name.


"Devlin." Ryan turned to Elizabeth, as she stepped into the room. "We shall call him Devlin."


The baby nodded, and giggled; this perhaps could be explained by Ryan nodding at the same time, but what he did next would always amaze her for its timing.


"Ma, mama."






HOGWARTS LIBRARY- CONTINUED



The Headmaster had made no objections to the young mans suggestion, nor did he speak. He regarded the boy intently for a long moment, letting his eyes seep into the younger's, but the boy did not shift; did not try to squirm out of that gaze as so many others do, he stared right back.


The green eyes were endless, he could not sound them out, yet, in all the depth, Albus realized he had hidden all his emotions.



"How is Fawkes?" He asked, and at those words, the library doors flew open. A gold mist seemed to surround the golden bird, as he flew in, and, with all its grace, positioned itself on the young mans shoulder.


Still the Headmaster said nothing, but smiled slightly as the bird allowed the young man to stroke him. Perhaps that was why the boy had been looking to the doors before; perhaps he had known the bird was coming.



There seemed to be something in the boy that was surreal; perhaps it was in those endless green eyes, in which Remus could not even see himself, only his dreams his hopes, his own fears, but nothing of they're owner, or, perhaps it was something else, something further hidden from the wolf.


"He is fine, as you can see. What do we owe to your company?" The Headmaster first words were quiet, meant only for the two of them, yet the Headmaster must had remembered he had a Werewolf in the room.


The boy stroked the birds feathers once again, gazing into the birds black eyes, as he said, "Wait a moment, Headmaster, we still have more visitors to enter. It is not nice to eaves drop; therefore, come in and listen."


With a small chuckle the young man watched as two figures entered, and Remus could see Dumbledore frown in disapproval. It was Lily and James, and the Headmaster appeared as if he were about to lock them in the hospital room again.


"I would give fair warning," He said raising both white eye brows at the couple, "You are still dead to the student population."



"Ah, do you hear, he has chosen to tell the staff, how wonderful!" It was the young man, and Dumbledore turned to him, and stroked his long beard, finding something interesting that Remus did not. "Welcome, and did you follow the dog here?"


Sirus glared at him, but Remus put a hand on his shoulder. The young man turned to him. "No offence meant of course. I do find your star quite wonderful, and you are an excellent Wizard your self; anyone who can learn to transform while still in school, is fine in my book."


Lily was staring at him, and Remus could see her contemplating. Suddenly she was pointing a finger at him, and said, rather forced so that her voice broke. "You, your him."


As the boy turned to Lily, his eyes lost there twinkle, though Remus could not help but notice how he frowned for a moment.

In pity? Remus was not sure, but he was sure that this man smelled kind now. He had not smelled hateful, but, then again, he had smelt like nothing when Remus had entered. It gave him relief. And he answered her simply, correctly with out putting up any blocks or hiding in a lie.


"Yes I am, and how are you Miss Evans Potter?" Remus had never heard Lily called by that surname before, not after she had married James.


"I am worried for my son, you saved him once, will you help again?" Remus could sense a bit of anger rise and then fall in teen, but he hid it well. He merely shook his head, and took a step back from them all.


He was not afraid, as Remus first thought; no it was something far deeper, something buried in the past. He closed his eyes, and opened them again. They were determined once more, although their was a sorrow in them.


"Your son is safe." He said; he had taken the bird in his hands, resting it on his lower are, so he looked strait at it, and said to it.


"Sing for me, my friend, sing for your first owner, for I am Godric Gryffendor, and I know you remember me. Give them hope with your song, for they will find none for sometime. If only your song could explain it to them, if only they could realize he will come. He will come to them when he is ready."


He threw the bird up, and it sung. The melody was so beautiful, that all looked up to the bird as it circled the room, only when it had ended, and the bird had landed on a table instead of the young mans shoulder; only then did they notice he was gone.