Declaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

I would like to thank all the people who reviewed the first chapter of this story. SirusBPadfoot, Fang, TeeDee, me, Tilly, Lady FoxFire. Thank you, I hope you will enjoy this part as well.

Family Ties

By Sukura

Chapter Two: Loved ones found

A photograph, one simple image of a happy time,

Now, all gone,

His family, his life

Gone

For so long he had denied himself, it was too hard to look at this one simple picture. This one photograph that holds so much pain and grief for him. One finger traced across the shiny surface, stopping at the women who's black hair gleamed as the sun hit it just right. She stood to the right of the younger version of himself with his wind tossed black hair flowing behind him, his face flushed from the sun and smiling, never knowing that today would be her last day at his side. How he remembered that day, they had spent the whole day at the beach. It felt nice to relax on the wide open beach after spending days cooped up in their small camper listening to the rain beat against the walls for hours on end. It was summer break for Jamison and his family, they had decided to spend it together camping. They had packed all of their stuff together and set out to have an adventure that they would never forget. They had spent most of the time going camping, fishing and hiking, just spending the time together. But that day was just so nice and warm, they had only a few days left before they had to return home, so they had decided to go to the beach. This photograph was taken just as the sun went down into the ocean, the three of them standing there together laughing and smiling as if they didn't have a care in the world. How wrong they were. The day that the picture was taken, was the day that she disappeared. Tears began to fall; all the memories he tried to suppress over the years came flooding back to haunt him. Devin tried to stop the tears from coming, but they ran down his face. His finger moved to the laughing boy standing between the two of them in the old photo. The boy was looking up at his father, his green eyes smiling at him. His black hair that could never be tamed hung loosely over his forehead.

His son,

His child,

His only one,

Devin's mind came back to the present, to the shop picnic. He had spent the whole morning watching all the happy families and knowing that he had once been like that made him mad, angry and depressed. He wanted to lash out at these people for having what he had lost. The day had gone by slowly until he couldn't take it any longer. He had been ready to leave when Mr. Dursley had demanded that he clean up the mess that his fat slob of a son had made. Devin had really not been in the mood to deal with the likes of Mr. Dursley, he wanted to tell Mr. Dursley where he could stick it, but he didn't. Like a good little worker he had done what he was told, keeping his opinions to himself. It was then when he hard that voice. It was his son voice.

"Uncle Vernon, may I go down to the lake to read."

It was unmistakable, he could never forget that voice; it was a voice that he hadn't heard in almost a year. It was his beloved son's voice. He had looked up and seen him standing there. With his wild black hair and his beautiful green eyes under a pair of broken glasses he was the spitting image of his only child The boy had stood there for only a few minutes talking to Mr. Dursley, then he was gone. He walked away without even a second glance. It took all of Devin's willpower not to go running after the boy. As it was, Mr. Dursley was watching him suspiciously, almost glaring at him.

Devin had always hated Vernon Dursley, now he hated him even more. That man had the nerve to treat the boy like dirt. The boy looked so sad, so haunted, he had never seen his son look that sad before. His son had always been happy, he always had a smile on his face. But this boy looked as if he would never be happy again. If that boy were his son he would do what ever it took to make him smile and laugh once more.

Devin took no time at all to find the mystery boy after Mr. Dursley had left. He had found him sitting under an oak tree reading a book. He look so peaceful, but there was still that haunted look to him. Devin had watched the boy for hours until Mr. Dursley came and practically dragged the poor boy away. Devin narrowed his eyes, who was this boy to Mr. Dursley. He had called him Uncle, but as far as Devin knew Mr. Dursley didn't have a nephew. Maybe Mr. Dursley doesn't have a right to the boy.

He had watched as the boy was dragged off by Mr. Dursley, watched him being bullied by Mr. Dursley's fat son. The more he watched the angrier he became. He followed them as they left the shop picnic; he followed them right to Number Four Privet Drive. Driving by slowing and glaring at Mr. Dursley and his fat, ugly, sweaty family, being followed into the house by his boy. It had to be his boy, there was only one boy as perfect as his son. It had to be him.

How many times had he asked for a second chance? A chance to make things right, a chance to be with his son. And this was his chance, the chance he had been waiting for since the day that his son had gone away. Now that day had finally come and he had no intention of letting the boy disappear again, after all that boy was his.

His Jamison

His beloved son

Alive

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Harry slowly made his way down Ralling St, pulling his worn out coat tightly around him as he shivered from the cool morning breeze. The cold chilled air nipped at his skin, and his breath came out like smoke from a cigarette. It's way too early to be outside Harry decided, too early and to cold. He wouldn't have to be out this early if Dudley hadn't smashed all of the eggs the other day. How Aunt Petunia could find Dudley throwing eggs at people's homes cute, Harry would never know. Now, a little after six in the morning and Aunt Petunia needed eggs.

"Dudley needs his protein," she had said as she pushed a still sleepy Harry out the door.

Of course she couldn't have made him cereal (heaven forbid Dudley might eat something that was healthier then pancakes) and gotten the eggs later when she went shopping, no of course not, she needs the eggs right now and who better to get them, then poor sleepy Harry. Picking up his speed as he spotted his destination, a small corner store that was just a few blocks from their house.

It wasn't the first time that Harry had to come to this little store to run an errand for the Dursely's, and it probably wouldn't be the last Harry thought. The Dursley's were always sending Harry out to get this and that, no matter the time or the weather.

So it was little surprise to the lady behind the counter when she was distracted from the book that she was currently reading by the ringing of the little bell above the door when Harry entered the store. Shaking her head in annoyance, she went back to her book with out a second glance.

Rubbing his hands together, Harry quickly closed the door tightly behind him. Looking around he noticed that he was the only one in the store beside the cashier that was engrossed in a book that she was reading. Of course, who else would be stupid enough to get eggs this early in the morning, Harry thought and made his way to the Dairy section.

The sound of the little bell drew Harry's attention to the door, a man in his middle thirties, wearing a navy blue jacket, had just stepped into the store. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry turned around and headed to the counter.

"It's a bit early to be out don't you think? I would have though you would be taking advantages of the summer holidays, " the lady behind the counter said.

Harry just shrugged and smiled, "My aunt was out of eggs and she needed them to make breakfast."

The lady raised an eyebrow and muttered under her breath as she reaches down for a bag for the eggs.

Taking his change from the lady, Harry turned to leave, but instead, Harry found himself on the ground, starring up at the man who he had just ran into.

"O dear, are you all right?" The lady said coming out from behind the counter to help.

"Are you alright?" The man asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine," Harry reassured them.

The lady gave him a weary look then returned to her counter and continued to read her book.

"I'll help you up," The man said holding his hand out to Harry. After a bite of hesitation Harry took the offered hand and was lifted off the ground. "I am really sorry about that."

"That alright, It was partly my fault I should have been watching where I was going. I really ha… O no the eggs, I dropped them." Harry panicked as he picked up the egg container and prayed the eggs hadn't broke, but to his horror all but one egg were destroyed. Aunt Pentina would be ticked if he didn't get home soon with some eggs, intact eggs.

"Great, now what am I going to do," Harry mummered under his breath.

"Why don't I buy you some more eggs and then I can give you a lift home, how does that sound," The man offered.

There was no way he had enough money to buy some more eggs and even if he had, Aunt Petnia would demand to know where the change was. Harry bit his lip nervously, the man did seem sincere but it was his fault that they were broken, he couldn't expect the man to replace them.

"It would be no trouble at all," the man said getting out his wallet and pulling out some money and giving it to the lady.

Harry sighed, well at least this way he won't be getting in trouble with the Dursley's and having them calling him a thief and a freak.

"Thanks," Harry said once they where out of the store. " I'm sorry I ran into you like that."

"That's all right, why don't I give you a ride home," the man said smiling.

Harry stopped in his tracks, "No thanks, I don't really live far from here."

"Come on it's freezing out here, it's the least I can do." The man said persistently.

Harry began to feel nervous; who was this man? He didn't like the way the man kept looking at him it seemed almost desperate. Harry took a few steps away from the stranger. "That's all right, I'm use to the cold, thanks again." With that, Harry took off running toward the Dursley's house.

"Jamison," The man cried out as he watched the boy run down the street and out of his sight. But Harry didn't hear.

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Well what do you think, I known I haven't really gotten to the action yet but I'm getting there?

Sorry it took so long to get the second part out, after I wrote the first part I wasn't quite sure where it was going but I think I have figured it out.

I would like to thank all the people, who reviewed the first part, I'm glad you liked it.

I would also like to thank my Uncle for all his help, because with out him this story would probably still be something in my head.

Please review and tell me if I should continue thanks.