A.N Waves red flag around: pay attention I have an announcement to make. I GOT MY FIRST FLAME! Isn't that wonderful? I've never gotten one before. Thank you Borg! I will not be deleting this flame, as I feel it is a kind of passage a FF.net writer has to pass.


On other note, I would like to clarify that Hermione is a teacher at Hogwarts. We will learn why she choose this later. Ron's career is still open, if anyone chooses to comment, that would be wonderful.

This chapter was not saved correctly on my computer (it was my computers fault, it had a seizure) so it has been reverted back to a later copy. I did my best to recall the parts I had fixed, but I am sure I forgot some.



kateydidnt, and R: thank you for the correction, much appreciated.



Athenakitty: Dumbledore does reconise him, but Sirius did not. I blame Sirius not knowing on a) him being in Azkaban when Harry was a young child, and b) that I doubt the Dursleys ever took any pictures of him, much less saved them.
Epps that many spelling mistakes huh? Opps, I'll have to fix that huh? Thanks then.
Yes Devlin still has the scar. I think she will, I mean I hope she does. Conditions, I'm interested in what you had in mind? Everyone keeps asking about that, I'm not sure. What do you think?


Sunny smiles: Thank you.




Wiccan PussyKat: *bows formally* thank you. It is getting a bit more interesting, in reading and in writing. Its odd to me to.
I am trying to find a balance between that young adult in him, and that young child. In both speech and mind. The youth yes, and the parents, yet you are right, he is not getting it in its pure form.
Yes, that was wakening to think how bad it is, that Severus would avoid making a spiteful comment. Remus and James work jointly on DADA. I kind of imagined Dumbledore gave it to Remus because of how good a teacher he was, and offered Remus James help, so his friends would have something to keep there minds off Harry. But also to keep both Lily (who is also at Hogwarts, and will learn her position later) near Hogwarts, and near to the search for Harry. No, I doubt Severus is happy at all with the arrangement.
It is cute, but also scary when you kind of picture this eight year old planning all this. I can't wait until Ryan and Elizabeth are told that their son is really an adult. Hehe, I'll be ruining a mothers heart.
Oh, I would love to be there. Being eight, and demanding to see Dumbledore, and like you, waiting to see how long it takes to be known. Yes, it is a shame the Headmaster is so perceptive.
Yes the reunion, that will be a difficult chapter to write. Poor me, happy every one else. That's a shame to, for he has tried to hard to elude that part of him. Can you imagine, not wanting to be someone so much, that you willing to leave home (thats what he called Hogwarts), and all your friends. Not to mention Remus and Sirius. I feel bad for him already. Ack, and there's so much more torture to come for him...
Dang, did I really miss that? Opps, that will be explained in rewrites, or perhaps I can have a side seene.
Anyway, do you remember how Harry always tried to flatten his hair over it? Devlin wont let his mother cut his hair short; he make sure it covers the scar.




Darak: Hehe, no it is not the end, and no you do not deserve this. I stop my chapters were I do so you all have a lot of questions, and so your all chomping at the bit to read more (maybe a bit of cruelty has to do with it also).



Wytil: Dumbledore knows its Harry, and it was guilt. Perhaps I did stop to shortly, sorry.
Silvercrystal77: Thank you, neither can I.


Professor Authordude: first I want to comment that I like your name, second to answer your questions. The plot is thickening, and neither can I.


Gaul1: Thank you.



Mikee: Yes, he does. Aw, one letter off, that's a pity. Thank you for pointing it out. You were close to Hermiones: she works at Hogwarts, and took the job both because she liked it, wanted to be aware of changes in Harry's search, and because Hogwarts had one of the best libraries so she can do the research she loves so much.
I deffently see Ron doing that, I'll take that into careful consideration. Thank you.


Ocpawnmaster1: Yes, Devlin stil has his memory from when he was Harry. Thank you!


Valanthe: I sorry to hear that, tell about what and I'll try to use my poor skills at explanation to help. Thank
you.



Eric2: Thank you for the comments on Hermione and Ron, you were close to Hermione's, and I will take yours on Ron's into consideration.










Dumbledore was a man who had always had an aptitude for predicting emotions, and reading them.
But often he wished he could stand along the side lines, puzzled by some ones expression as everyone else was. He was sure then, like all people, he would wish to know what that person was thinking, but having the ability to do so; he wished he did not.



Those emerald eyes, down cast in thought, surprised Albus. They were the same color, as he remembered Harry's being, but there was something more in the ones before him.
There was relief, fear, pity, hope, and desperation; all of these were emotions to be expected, yet it somehow seemed unreal in this boys eyes. Suddenly, Albus realized why those eyes seemed different, and yet as they were suppose to appear; Harry Potter would never have let those childish emotions, as he thought of them, run across his face. Not in front of his Headmaster, anyway.



They were a true child's eyes, portraying all emotion that were thought. Albus stared at them for a moment, slightly disappointed as Devlin became aware of these emotions, and pulled them back.


"Please, sir, not yet." Dumbledore flinched at the desperation that was tangled into those four words. He rested a hand on the boys shoulder, nodding his head. He leaned to the boys ear, whispering so that none could hear.


"Can we start with Sirius? I did not know it was you at first. He was interfering with Lupin's grading." Dumbledore did not mention James, it was best to let the boy calm down a little before mentioning such a thing. A small smile tugged at the child's lips, so, at his nod, Albus, pulled Sirius out into the hallway, just as Severus went in to give the boy his potion.










HOGWARTS

Tap, Tap, Tap; the insistent noise woke her out of her slumber, and made her drag her legs over to the window. She pulled it open, flinching as the owls wings brushed past her cheek. It was not that late, yet she felt as if it should have been. The day had been to long, the children to loud.



The owl had perched itself on the back of her desk chair, she stumbled over to it. The note tied to its leg was simple, shot and concise. It was a note asking if she knew if any child called Devlin McClain was on the list for Hogwarts. Because of its strangeness, she ran her wand over the letter, nodding as her charm revealed the Orders symbol.



She ripped the bottom off the note, and scribbled back.
Yes, he's eight, I believe. Why? She knew he was eight, she had memorized the list. Even as she wrote the last part, she knew it would be sometime before anyone bothered to answer the letter, if ever.


Just as she tied it to the brown owls leg, and sent it back to wherever it had come, she heard a soft chuckle behind her. She needn't have turned behind herself, to know the person. Although she had not heard it in some time, the sound was so embedded into her mind, and often into her dreams, that the face immediately flashed in front of her closed eyes.



"Hello, Miss Granger." How strange, She thought, that I haven't screamed yet.



"Hello." She said shakily, turning now; to meet those eyes that haunted her dreams so often. Only, these eyes belong to another, not to Harry. "Why are you here?"


He turned his head to one side, smiling warmly at her. "Why, I am here to tell you of news."


"Then tell me and go, you remind me of my old friend to much." Again, those eyes seemed to glow unnaturally, and Hermione found herself trying to pull up Harry's face, the way she thought he would have looked, or would look when they found him.


This young man, was still the way he had been, all those years ago. He appeared the age she always pictured Harry; fifteen. It hurt, to look into eyes that mirrored someone she had lost, and it hurt even more, to see this man, at the age of Harry.



Godric's face had suddenly fallen, and the eyes had lost there glow. Perhaps as her words had sunk in. "You do not wish to be reminded of your friend? But- surely, Dumbledore has contacted you? My old top hat said they got a call, about, well I'll leave the conclusion up to you. Since you know, Miss Granger, I would not be here unless it had to do with my heir."



Hermione listened, now far from sleep, her heart beating as frantically as if she had attempted to get on a broom- something she was abysmal at, and was sure would have given her a heart attack.



"Harry, they found him." Her voice was shaking, and she could feel tears trickling down her face. Yet, even with the hot tears running down her cheeks, she was feeling more then a bit numb. It was as if she was not quite ready to believe this.


Why now? How did we find him, is it a false alarm? She knew it was not false, because, as Godric had said himself, the founder would not be here if it truly did not have to do with his heir.



Often, after Godric's first appearance, Hermione had pondered if the green eyed legend had known were her friend was. She had come to the conclusion that he did, and, remembering the words that Remus had recalled for her, of Godric saying Harry would come to them; she had been sure this man, this powerful figure, had thought it best to hide, or let Harry hide himself.



After all, as Godric's heir, Harry was automatically protected by him, and the teen in front of her would do anything to keep his blood safe. It had been a comfort to lay back on, but there had always been the doubts. Everything strung together at his next words though, and they made it feel real; they melted a little of the numbness. The rest would have to be warmed by gazing into her friends face.



"Not Harry, Hermione Granger, Devlin. His name is Devlin McClain now."