A/N Hey, hey. so here's chapter six. sorry it took so long for an authers note, but my way of thinking is that you don't want me to babble on... you want story. so here it is. I just want to say thank you to all of you who have reviewed. I apprecate it. loads of thanx to you. also I have noticed that the version I put up is the un-edited verson, so all chapetrs before this one have been proof read... so if you were anoyed by my stupid mistakes.. re-read it if you have time. they have been corrected. thanx and cheers.

Disclaimer- I own nothing that has to do with Harry Potter. but the plot device is mine.

Chapter 6- I think I'm Forgetting Something

Three weeks had passed and everything in Harry's life was going right for once. He loved his dad more than anyone, and the hole in his heart that had developed after Sirius' death was finally being filled. He still hurt for Sirius, but he felt there was something to live for. James being just as rambunctious as Harry helped too. He was a 16 year old in a 36 year old man's body. Though many would argue that James couldn't be over thirty. Sirius had always said that James was a chick magnet, but it was getting ridiculous. On a trip to Diagon Alley, women from all around kept staring, gawking, or flat out drooling as James passed them. Some even went as far as asking him if he was single. James would smile sweetly, but politely turn them down by stating that he was indeed single, but his first priority was his son. The women then blushed and looked towards the direction that James pointed while mentioning his son; they would see who it was and promptly pass out. Harry wasn't sure if it was because of who he was, or the fact that his father was supposed to be dead, and there he was. Even though his dad was turning everybody down, Harry was still annoyed. He wanted to spend this time with his dad, but these crazy women were botching it up. Draco, who had come along for the ride, noticed Harry's tension. He told Harry that James wasn't the only one getting attention, the younger women were drooling just as much over Harry.

"You being the dense Gryffindor that you are haven't noticed any of the looks you are getting. You have just as many admirers as your dad does."

"Oh, please. And it's not that anyway. I just wanted to spend time with him. Ya know, do father-son things. And I do not have admirers."

"Yes you do, Harry, look at the two girls by that café over there. And I know that you just wanted to spend quality time with him. Once the rush of it all is over then that time will come."

Harry looked at the two girls and they blushed, which caused Harry to blush as well. Draco noticed this and pulled Harry by the arm back to his dad. Draco and Harry had gotten very close to each other in the past weeks. Even being caught in a few compromising positions. They had come close to kissing on several occasions, but were always interrupted. Snape seemed to be the main killer of romantic moods. James walked in once. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned and left. Harry ran out to apologize, feeling he owed one. James just pulled him into a tight hug and told him that there was no need to apologize. But then also asked Harry if he had ever gotten the 'talk'. Harry said no. James was hoping he'd say yes. They stared at each other for a few minutes then started to laugh hysterically. James' face immediately turned serious, and he asked if it was too late for the talk. Harry reassured him that no, it was not. James sighed a sigh of relief and told Harry to get back to Draco. But the mood had already been killed.

Back at Diagon Alley, thunder started to rumble. But it went unnoticed. James and Draco were trying to convince Harry to get new dress robes when the rain started to come down in buckets. They were all soaked within moments. James and Draco looked annoyed while Harry looked shocked.

"Harry, are you alright?" James was getting concerned. Harry took in a big gulp of air and began to shake.

"Harry?" Draco put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry!?"

"Oh, no. He's having an attack. We have to get him back to Hogwarts now," James said, as he picked Harry up in his arms and ran into the nearest store with a fireplace.

A week later, the attack was practically forgotten by everyone but James. He kept on thinking he was forgetting something. Harry's attack had triggered something in his head, but he couldn't think of what. He figured he would ask Remus at Harry's belated surprise birthday party. With James being found and all, there was little time to celebrate, so James and Narcissa had decided to throw a surprise party. It was Draco's job to keep Harry busy while everything was being set up in the great hall. Draco had dragged Harry into the dungeons, and was leading him to the Slytherin common room.

"Come on, Harry, it's not that bad."

"No, really it is, it's far too damp down here," Harry said, hopping over a puddle.

"Merlin, what's with you and water all of a sudden?" Draco asked, pulling Harry closer to him.

"I've never liked it. But lately I almost fear it. Don't know why. I cant even imagine doing what I did during the tournament in the lake. I think I'd die if I had to do it now."

Draco just shook his head and spoke the password and pulled Harry inside. Up at the Great Hall, the last of the guests had arrived. Hermione sat in the corner with Ginny, just staring at James.

"My gods, he is a fine man," Ginny sighed.

"Indeed. Harry looks just like him," Hermione added.

"Mmmhmmm. I haven't seen him all summer. Each year that boy gets better and better looking. Him and James, I think, could easily get the best looking father and son award from Witch Weekly."

"I agree."

Once everyone was there and relaxed, James jumped up to get Harry.

"Sit down, Potter. You'll give it away with the stupid grin on your face if you get him. I'll go," Snape drawled while pushing James back down into his seat.

Snape made his way down into the dungeons and spoke the password to the common room and stepped inside. What he saw, he swore, could have made him blind. Harry, spread eagle on one of the leather sofas with Draco in between his legs. It looked like Draco was going in for a kiss. When they heard the door open, Draco jumped back.

"Gah! Again. I swear, Harry, I'm never going to get to kiss you."

"If you please, Professor Dumbledore would like to see you two in the Great Hall."

The boys nodded and followed Snape through the dungeons and to the hall. When Snape opened the doors, everybody turned and yelled "SURPRISE!" Harry was at the verge of tears. James ran up to him and pulled him into a hug.

"Happy birthday, Harry, love. I know it's a bit late, but better now then never. I know your birthday got overshadowed a bit, and well, I wanted to make it up to you."

Harry was in tears now, and James just hugged him tighter. A loving 'awwww' was heard, and Harry began to laugh. He pulled away from his father and turned to the crowd. Everybody was there. The whole Weasley family, the Order, Hermione, Narcissa, even Crookshanks.

"I... I don't know what to say. Thank you all so much."

"Don't mention it. Besides, I have to make up for 15 birthdays that I've missed," James said, giving Harry a noogie.

Ginny and Hermione were sat in the corner assessing Harry's sudden ultra- hottness. He had grown at least 3 inches and was nearly as tall as James. His shoulders had broadened out, and his skin was a creamy color. His hair had grown as well. Mostly in the front though. The back was longer, granted, but Harry's bangs were what caught your eye. They seemed to have grown to his chin. The tips of the hair flipped out so they framed his face perfectly.

"Do you think he dyed his hair?" Ginny asked.

"What? No. Harry dye his hair? Please."

"No but look, there are faint red stripes going through his hair."

"Oh, yeah I see them. But they look natural. Maybe he has always had them and we just didn't notice."

"What are you two talking about?"Ron said, deciding to join the conversation at this point.

"Harry. Have you ever noticed the red stripes in his hair?" asked Hermione.

"Harry doesn't have red stripes in his hair. He has the blackest hair I have ever seen."

"No look closely. He has stripes." Ron took a better look and his eyes widened.

"Oh, well bloody hell he does. That's new though. Those weren't there before the holiday."

Harry began to make his way over to them, so they decided to ask him. Hopefully, he won't get mad, Ron thought, knowing that his best friend hated questions like these.

James was sat at a table chatting with Remus and Narcissa when he remembered to ask Remus what he was forgetting.

"Hey, Remy, so I was thinking, and I seriously think I'm forgetting something big."

"Oh, like what?"

"See, that's the thing. I don't know. A few days ago I was in Diagon Alley with Harry and Draco and a thunder storm hit. Harry had a panic attack after it started raining, I was thinking about it afterwards and I felt like I was forgetting something that I really shouldn't be forgetting."

Remus looked as if to be in deep thought, while Narcissa really wanted to know what James was forgetting. Remus' eyes got wide and he grabbed James' sleeve.

"Okay, so let me get this straight." Draco walked up to the table then and sat next to his mum. "You were in Diagon Alley, and it started to pore?" James nodded. "Did Harry have his attack before or after he got wet?" "

"After."

"Yeah, and when we were in the dungeons, he wouldn't go near the puddles," Draco added.

"Oh, my, James. Yes you did forget something big."

"Well then what is it?"

"Here, let me enlighten you with a question..... name one creature who can't stand to go near or into water."

Before anyone could answer James jumped out of his seat.

"Holy SHIT! How did I forget that?!?!?" James sat back down with his head in his hands. "How could I forget? He already has so much on his plate, and now this. He's going to be so mad at me." James was practically sobbing. "How did I not notice by his changes?"

"James, it's not your fault. You had a lot going on too. You didn't notice the physical changes because he was already changing when you two were reunited. You didn't know he should look any different," Remus said, trying to soothe James.

"Can somebody please tell me what's going on?" Draco asked. But before his question could be answered they heard Harry yell.

"WHAT? No! I do not dye my hair!" Harry turned from his friends and spotted his dad sobbing. He rushed over to see what was wrong.

"Dad? What's wrong?" Harry asked, kneeling next to his dad. But James wasn't sobbing. He was laughing. Harry's outburst had lightened the mood.

"Harry, what was that all about?" James asked, looking up while giggling.

"Oh.." Harry blushed. "They, umm... asked me if I dye my hair."

"And why did they ask you that?"

Before Harry could answer, Draco chimed in. "Is it because of the red that's in your hair?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I noticed it too, but I thought that maybe it was always there since I haven't really gotten a close look until recently."

"Oh, well, I don't know where it came from. One day I woke up and it was there," Harry said, picking up a piece of his hair and looking at it.

The party went smoothly after that. Ron told Harry that he had nothing to do with the dye question, so Harry forgave him. Presents were opened, and Harry got more then he could ever wish for. Hermione got him a book called "Rare Magical Creatures and how to find them." Harry actually liked the book and decided that he would actually read it. James and Remus shared glances and a nod. They had agreed to not tell Harry until after the party, so it would be more private. That also enlisted the help of Dumbledore, since he was good at explaining things. James had gotten Harry many gifts but the one that Harry liked the most was a ring. James explained that it was a family heirloom and he had one just like it. They had wards on them for protection, and if one was injured the other would know straight away. James told Harry that when he went to Hogwarts his father gave him the ring that Harry now had, and his dad wore the one that James has.

"But dad how did you get them?"

"Well, I went back to the manor to see if it's still liveable, and I found them."

"Manor?"

"Yeah, you didn't know? There's a family manor. We'll be living there over the Holidays."

"No, I didn't know. Wow."

"Yeah, Harry. Your family is up there with mine and the Blacks. Just not evil," Draco added with a grin.

Draco's gift was last but not least. Harry was nervous. He didn't know why but he was. He ripped off the paper and found a shiny black box. Harry gulped. I swear if it's fuzy handcuffs I'll kill him. He opened it to find a silver necklace. Harry picked it up and noticed what the charm was- it had be previously covered with velvet. It was a lightning bolt.

"I have one too. If you ever get lost or are in trouble, put it in your hand and it will send you to me. For protection you know."

Harry jumped up and pulled Draco into a big hug, which he returned whole heartedly. Ron and Hermione watched the act of the public display of affection in awe.

"What do you suppose is going on between those two?" Hermione whispered to Ron.

"Dunno, but I wish I had thought of that."