Chapter 3- I can feel you

James was pacing in his bedroom fingering his wand. He was trying to decide what spell to do. Something simple. "Lumos." James' wand began to glow. "Excellent. Nox."

The sound of a dish crashing echoed through number four Privet Dr. Harry Potter fell to the floor shivering. He had just had the strangest feeling. It felt like lightning, but a good lightning. Aunt Petunia came running into the kitchen.

"Get off the floor, boy, look what you did!" she shrieked.

"I'm sorry. I felt weird."

"Well, no surprise there. Now clean up this mess."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia."

For the next 3 weeks, Harry had been experiencing these lightning bolts in his spine. At first he thought it was Voldemort, but the feeling was good. So it couldn't be him. When the feeling began to intensify, Harry began to worry, even more so than he usually did. He wasn't sleeping well. He could feel it day and night. But he didn't want the feeling to go away. There was something about it that was comforting. The first time he passed out from the feeling was when he decided it was time to contact Dumbledore.

Every Wednesday Narcissa would go shopping with Mrs. Zabini, and every Wednesday she would come home to two very guilty looking men. She had told them that no learning would be done until James had all of his strength back. She wasn't going to let the poor man get weak again. She saw this as her way to make up for all the horrible things her husband had done. Hopefully the Order would accept her and her son. But she knew that whenever she would leave the house, James and her son would sneak down into the main ballroom and practice. This Wednesday was no different. Before leaving she announced to all who could hear that she was leaving, and like clock work, once the front door closed two heads popped out of their bedrooms. Bodies soon followed, and a ruckus was being caused in the ballroom once again.

Draco was trying the patronus again for the third time that day. And still all he could get was clouds.

"Draco, just for the sake of argument, what is your happy thought?"

"When I made the quidditch team," Draco said honestly.

"Really? Oh well that's just not good enough." Draco looked put off. James felt bad, how could that be his most happy memory? "Son, it needs to be powerful. It needs to be a truly happy feeling." James put his hand on Draco's back. "Think, son."

Narcissa had just arrived home when she heard a crash come from the ballroom. She peeked in through the door and saw clouds coming out of her son's wand. James was standing next to him with his hand on Draco's back. She opened the door more, and slid in unnoticed. Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when she placed one hand on his shoulder. He was getting flustered. He couldn't do it. James could. His was a phoenix. Somehow he wasn't surprised.

"I can't do it!" Draco said giving up.

James wouldn't have that. "Yes you can. I know you can. You already have a bit of it. You just need to feel it come from your heart. Feel it here." James placed his hand on Draco's chest, where his heart is. "It's right there." Narcissa saw this as the perfect time to show her support.

"Come on Darling. You know you can do this." She put her hand on his shoulder, while James had his hand on the other one. He had never felt this before. It felt like a real family. Might as well give it a shot. Focusing on what he felt at the moment, he said the words.

"Expecto Patronum!" Only clouds, but something was different. He concentrated harder.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Clouds formed, thunder rumbled. The zig zag of a solid lightning bolt shot from the clouds, followed by several smaller bolts. He did it.

"That's it! You did it! Wow an element. I have never seen someone's patronus to be an element of nature!" James said, excitedly clapping his hands together.

"Not entirely an element," Draco whispered under his breath.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

How are you? I hope you are well. I, on the other hand, am very confused. Weird things keep on happening. I keep on feeling weird sensations, I know what you're thinking, and no it's not that. It's like lightning going through my spine. But it feels good. I'm only worried because it's starting to get stronger. If you know what could be causing it, please let me know.

Harry

P.S. tell Remus I say Hello.

Once Dumbledore finished reading the letter, he looked up to whom he had been reading to. Remus Lupin looked confused.

"It might be Voldemort."

"I highly doubt that. He only wants to cause pain. From what young Harry is saying, this does not hurt," Dumbledore stated. "I do however have a good idea of what this might be. It may be hard for you to grasp at first, but I feel this may be the answer. As you know, magical parents are connected to their children- almost bound to them in a way. Children can feel when their parents do magic, just most children get used to it before they themselves even begin to walk. If the magic is good, then the sensation it causes is good. If the magic is dark then the sensation is dark. Have you ever wondered why Draco Malfoy is as pale as he is? It's because years of his father doing dark arts is beginning to pay its toll. I believe that Harry is feeling these sensations for the first time, when most children are used to it by his age."

"But that could only be if one of his parents were alive. James and Lily are dead," Remus said, looking concerned.

"I believe that we may have been tricked. One of his parents is very much alive, and has just recently been able to perform magic once again."

"How will we know for sure?"

"We exhume their bodies."