Mommy, I'm Home!
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Chapter Two: A Family Reunion
"Are you lost?" Lily asked the little boy who, appearing to be a much younger version of Potter, was now lying on top of her, holding on for dear life.
"Silly Mommy," he said looking into her face for the first time.
Lily gasped loudly, for she was looking into a pair of brilliant emerald eyes. Her eyes.
James Potter bolted up in bed, managing to bump his "over large" head in the process. He ran a hand through his mess of black hair restlessly. Now awake he couldn't for the life of him remember why he wasn't snoring like the rest of his dorm mates. Not of course that James Potter snored, he was much too good for that.
Ah, well, he thought, might as well get up. No way I'm gonna get any more sleep. Then, noticing the time, he let out a stream of mumbled curses along the lines of "4 bloody 50" and "who the hell in their right bloody minds wakes up this early".
He slowly made his way out of bed and to the showers. The heavens only knew he didn't want to have to deal Sirius at this our. Showering and dressing, he stumbled his way down the marble staircase at about 5:05, still muttering about the hour.
He stopped suddenly at the doors to the Great Hall, now fully awake as he heard a female voice ask in a frightened tone, "who are you?"
Lily was clearly shaken. She couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, he was hers. Those were her eyes. Not once had she seen some one with those eyes besides her grandfather. But it was impossible, she had NO BLOODY CHILDREN!
Trying to rain in her emotions, she looked the little boy in her eyes, no his eyes, and said, "Who are you?"
Lily was ashamed at the fear evident in her voice. She was a Gryffindor for heavens sake! Come on Lily where's that bravery now.
The little boy gaped at her for a few seconds then giggled. "Silly Mommy, it's me. Harry Potter."
The last thing Lily remembered before passing out was the sound of someone running towards her.
James stood frozen for a few seconds. He knew that voice, though fear was never the emotion that it was laced with around him. Lily Evans, the object of his affections since the boat ride in first year, was alone in the Great Hall with some strange person. Some person who's appearance frightened the unfrightenable Lily.
James snapped out of his thoughts when another voice giggled. All he could catch of what it said was "Silly...it's...Potter", but that was enough to get his legs in motion again. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but it sounded like someone was hurting his Lily and blaming it on him. He had to save his flower.
Sprinting to the Gryffindor table he came to a halt at the site of Evans lying on the ground with what looked like him standing over her, looking really worried. But it wasn't him because he was him. And this him was way too young to be him. The little him could only be around four or five. Why was Lily so afraid of a little him anyway?
It must have been the sound of his heavy breathing that alerted the boy of his presence because all of a sudden miny him turned and said, "Oh, Daddy! You're here too. I was talking to Mommy but she fell asleep. I didn't know what to do, but you're here so you can wake her up like you always do."
James just stood there, his mouth hanging open. He was right, this little him wasn't him, but if it wasn't for those eyes he could pass for him at that age. Then it hit him, he knew those eyes. Those were Lily's eyes.
"DADDY!!!" the little not him whined loudly.
"Huh?" was all James could manage, but that seemed to be enough for the kid to continue.
"You weren't listening to me were you?" the little boy looked up at him with the same annoyed look Evans always gave and exhaled the same impatient sigh, "I was saying that Mommy fell a sleep and you need to wake her up. It's already getting light outside."
James looked up at the ceiling to see that the boy was right, the sun was rising slowly, making the room brighter with every passing second. He looked down at Lily and did the only thing he could think of, he picked her up and started walking out of the hall.
The little boy followed him closely through the doors and up the stairs, passed portraits and down corridors until they were standing in front of a stone griffin.
