A/n --- Right, so i forgot the disclaimer in the chapter.. so here it is... I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter..... sad but true.

Also... thanx to all of you who have reviewed.. i swear i will mention each one of you and try to ask your questions the best i can at some point. but school is starting and i have loads to do. but it will happen. Cheers! and Happy Reading.

Chapter 2- James Junior

Well into the night, James and Lily were called into Dumbledore's office. When they got there, they were instructed to go to the infirmary; there things would be explained. When they arrived, they saw the boy from earlier sleeping on one of the beds. His hair splayed out on the pillow making a dark halo around his beautiful, soft face.

"Headmaster, Sir, I don't know why we are here," Lily said, trying to keep her voice even. James nodded his agreement. "How does this involve us?"

"Well, my dear, this may be hard to grasp... but I think you need to know. This young man here, on that bed, is the savior of the wizarding world. Not of this time. He is the key player in the war against Voldemort. And for some reason Voldemort saw it as a good idea to capture him and send him here. That is all I know on that subject. But what you want to know is why I'm telling you this. Well, to put it simply, he is your son. His name is Harry. Harry James to be precise."

The young couple stood there in awe. Their son was there now, right in front of them. And moreover he had been hurt. Almost killed. James was furious.

"My son. My son, was almost killed. My son." He was shaking with fury. His boy, his baby boy, had been the one on that table screaming in agony. And worse yet, he did nothing about it.

"I'm afraid to say he's used to it. But he has great strength and power. I had a feeling he would survive. But yes, he was almost killed."

"What did they do to him?"

"From what I know, James, they made him swallow a large amount of veela blood. I believe in hopes of him dying a painful death, for his parents to see. But also I'm afraid to say that Voldemort may have known that he would survive as well, now I only pray that he doesn't have what I think he has in mind."

"And what would that be?"

"Find out who his mate is, and kill them, to in turn kill him. Or take his mate from him and drive him mad, among other things."

Lily had tears in her eyes. Her baby almost died, and there was nothing she could do. James put his arm around her to soothe her, but to no avail. She buried her head in his chest and cried. He rubbed circles on her back to ease her pain until her breathing steadied and she looked up.

"Can I see him?"

"Yes of course. He is your son after all."

That made James smile. True his son had almost died, but he didn't. And he was there now, for him to see. He was so proud. His boy was 'the savior of the wizarding world'. Wow. As they walked up to the sleeping boy, they could see the effects the blood had on him. White skin, but not sickly white - more like a porcelain, and jet black, flowing hair; not unruly like James'.

"Merlin, I wish I had his hair," James chuckled, receiving a playful smack from Lily.

"He's so beautiful. He looks just like you James."

"Yes, I know I'm beautiful, but thank you. chuckle but really? Do you think? I was going to say he looks just like my dad."

"Well, you looking just like your dad would make sense, now wouldn't it?"

"Alright, well if you put it that way."

Lily reached down and stroked his forehead, pushing his hair back, and revealing the scar.

"How did that happen?"

"That is a long story Miss Evans. One that I will let Harry tell you."

A groggy moan was heard from the bed. Lily bent down and placed her hand on his cheek, willing him to wake. James sat on the bed behind her, holding Harry's hand. He slowly opened one eye, then the other. He nearly choked when he saw his parents sat with him, with worried expressions on their faces. Was it a dream? Mum and dad. He could feel his father touching his hand. He was real. They were real. He smiled a lopsided smile and tightened the grip of the hand his dad was holding. James smiled and looked at Dumblebore.

"My son."

Dumbledore only nodded, the twinkle in his eyes clearly visible. Well, not just visible, if you needed to, you could use it as a bloody flashlight.

"How are you feeling Harry?" Lily was stroking his hair.

"'m ok."

"Does anything hurt?" James asked.

"I feel like I've been hit by the Knight Bus."

"You should get your rest then, we'll come back tomorrow morning, ok?"

"Ok."

Lily bent down and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead, and James ruffled his hair.

"Night, son."

"Night," Harry responded, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. His parents turned and smiled at him before they walked through the doors. Dumbledore nodded to Harry and smiled before he too left.

The couple made their way back to Gryffindor tower in a daze. Both had their minds on Harry. James could barely remember how he got back to the tower. Upon walking through the portrait they were greeted by two babbling young men, asking a million questions a minute.

"What did he want?"

"Did it have to do with the guy?"

"Yeah, who is the guy?"

"What happened to him?"

"Is he still alive?"

"Is he hot??"

"Okay, Sirius, stop right there, and retract that last question. Is he hot? Merlin!" Lily huffed before flinging herself onto the couch.

"Umm..... James.... Why was that bad?"

"Lads, sit down.. We have a lot to explain."

The doors of the infirmary opened, a blonde head poked through, checking to see if the coast was clear. His breath hitched. He was gorgeous. His jet black hair contrasted so perfectly with his ivory skin. Lucius lightly moved the hair that had fallen in Harry's face. It was silk.

"I can't believe I've found you," he whispered.

He had found him. After months of searching.... his mate. He traced the outline of his mate's cheeks, lips, and nose with his finger, careful not to wake him. The dark veela unknowingly leaned into the touch. It took all of Lucius' being to not capture the boy's full pink lips in a blaising kiss. He stood watch over his mate's bed well into the early morning, making certain no one came to finish the job. Before departing, Lucius placed a kiss on the only piece of marred flesh the young man had.... a lightning bolt scar.