I own nothing. As much as I would truly enjoy owning James Potter, I don't. So don't sue me. Seriously, if you tried to sue me, I have two bucks. Go ahead. Take it. TAKE IT ALL. Bloody Americans. –mummblemumble-
Some background information nessesary for the rest of the story:
Ben is a foster child. His foster father is a muggle who has many wifes. (Mormon)
Lily and Sirius had Benjamin before Lily and James were married.
Cho is a metamorphmagus.
This is a fic that my friend Shannah and I wrote together. This is a totally original story, (we hope) it came from hours of boredom and PTO. (Grins) YOU'LL NEVER FIND OUT. AHAHAHAHA. Please, read. Review. Enjoy. :)
-Flashback-
"Fertilitas!" Lily Evans said breathlessly, tapping her stomach lightly with her wand. The red brown stick suddenly glowed blue. "Oh please God, no." She pulled her hands through her tangled red hair. She stuck a manicured hand out to steady herself. She felt faint. "This can't be happening." The stall that she was standing in swirled in front of her emerald green eyes, now glittering with fright. She clutched her pounding head and stumbled out to find a small figure standing at the sink.
"Goodness!" The wrinkled woman in front of her stammered. She was almost unnaturally short and clothed in a pink cardigan, a fraying brown kilt and a pair of unmatching penny loafers. "You gave me such a fright!" Then noticing Lily's deathly pale face, she asked, "Are you alright dear?"
Lily gulped and regaining her balance stammered "I-I think so" Then her eyes rolled back up into her head and the floor came rushing up to meet her.
-End flashback-
Benjamin awoke with a start, sat upright, and banged his head on the low, rotting ceiling. Two grimy faced boys looked back at him, questioningly.
"The dream again Benji?" The youngest of the pair said meekly.
"What dream?" His fellow replied
Before the troublesome twosome could start bickering, Benjamin interfered, "Nothing, Todd, go back to sleep" The smaller, more timid child began to whimper at the sounds of footsteps outside the decomposing threshold. The brothers all scrambled back into their beds; lest their foster father find them awake. When rest is commanded at 8:00, the shores of sleep are normally easy to find, but as the sounds of his brother's snores infested the room, Ben could not find relaxation. His body was exhausted from a day of labor around the house, but his mind was running haywire. Sean was right; it was the same old dream that overwhelmed him, the image of a castle. It was something so insanely familiar to him, something like home. He rolled over on his back, hands clasped beneath his mane of shaggy black hair as he blissfully remembered the vision. It was a beautiful black castle, surrounded by a foreboding forest and a lake. A multitude of owls adorned the night sky like stars shining brightly. The stone of the fortress was warm and welcoming, like a fireplace on a cold winters night. Half formed memories glittered like morning dew all over the grounds. With every step he took around it, some new recollection formed in his mind. Every aspect of the place was welcoming, but hauntingly familiar. Ben felt as if he had been there before, in a dream maybe. In any case, that was what it was, a dream. Just a dream. Benjamin sighed softly and rolled over, trying to find rest.