Hey! I'm giving a heads up to all you dumb ppl who haven't figured out that I don't own anything from the Harry Potter books. Jk Rowling (a billionaire, by now) owns all concepts, characters, etc (man, don't you wish you were her?).

I hope you like the story! I appreciate any comments (even if they are bad, it's nice to know people are interested).

Chapter 1— The Stranger

It's a cold, grey morning. A swift draft harshly swirls about the figure's shoulder. The figure is wearing a mysterious smile and deep blue cloak. As it makes its way towards the warm seemingly warm dwelling, it limps slowly. The figure can tell that his long, inhospitable journey will be well rewarded once the destination is reached.

As the cozy dwelling looms closer towards the figure, it realizes that the instead of a modest hut, he was facing a glorious, lavish mansion. His smile broadened and he began to limp at a quicker pace. Reaching the threatening, but magnificent gates surrounding the property, he realized that it was a wizarding family that lived in the 'hut.' There were two brooms propped up against a shack with a box that seemed to be jumping settled next to it. Happy that he would be able to immediately have something in common with the dwellers of the household, he did a simple unlatching charm on the gate and entered. Ascending up the marble stairs he realized that though glorious and obviously expensive, the mansion was quiet modest. The dwellers seemed to make an enormous point in keeping needless extravagance out of their home. But you never know what lies inside, especially with wizards he chuckled to himself.

As he raised his hand to knock on the door, he saw that the door knocker was a large and extremely accurate replica of a lion's head. Ok, maybe they aren't that modest. It seemed to take forever for the door to creek open. The wind began to raddled his bones and push against his skin like knives. As he was waiting, the stranger noticed that there was a certain amount of heat and seemingly joy that seemed to be radiating from the house. Good, he thought, I could thoroughly use some of both right now. However, he also noticed the house seemed to carry a certain amount of gloominess, too. It seemed haunted with a great sadness.

Before he could examine the house anymore, the door was drunkenly thrown open by a boy that looked around 17 years old. The boy was extremely handsome looking with a graceful, but buff form about him. The stranger was very excited! He was tall, around 6'1''. His hair was in the most seductively messy form that he had ever seen. And I've seen many, he thought. He was part of the wizarding gay community and therefore was always seeing new hair dos that other gay men were trying to pull off (but weren't). "Hellloooowwwwwwwwww! WWWWaaatssss can meeewwww ddddddddddoouu for you!" the boy said slurring his words and jabbing the stranger in the belly.

"I…was just traveling to meet my sister. She lives just outside of London…with her children…one of which I really don't want to see because she's mean and bratty…but I promised her mother for her birthday, the husband's not so great either…." He was rambling, as he always did with first impressions. The boy was becoming uninterested and was beginning to rethink his hospitality and pulling back into the house a little. "My name is Donald Weasley and I am so cold and hungry. I am too tired to carry on with my journey …and someone stole my broom…" The boy's face lightened.

"Weasley, I know that name… you know the Evans', don't you?"

"Yes!" Don said weakly, yet happily. "My sister married an Evans. She has two children…one of which is your age; I suppose… you don't happen to know a Lilly Evans, do you?"

"Yeaaaaaaahhh!" the boy returned to his drunken state of mind once again "I think I asked her a couple times…but she hates me" the boy pouted. Even in his drunken stupor, he knew that he had asked Lilly out more than just 'a couple of times.' More like incessantly for that last year and a half.

"Oh…well, I'm sorry to bother you, but can you …well can I stay with you tonight?"

James looked at the man, shocked. He had known this man for 15 min. No way. Not in times like these. Especially considering it was the eve of ….

"No. I'm very sorry, but no. You cannot stay here tonight."

"Oh."

"Look, I'm sorry I just can't let you into my personal home. But…I hope you are ok. I could help you get to your sist…"

"No…that's alright …"

"James."

"Yes…it's alright, I'll manage." At that point the man scampered off into the night. James watched him quietly. He was making sure that the man didn't do a double take and turn back towards the house. However, if he was telling the truth and was a Weasley, then there was no chance in hell that the man would have done so. Still…better safe than sorry.

As James closed the deep auburn door, he took a long deep breath. The stranger had provoked an old flame in James' heart. The flame had never entirely gone out, but he had grown used to its harsh lashes constantly. It was not until Ron had brought up Lilly, that the flame became noticeable. Man I really fucked things up there…I shouldn't have…James' wave of being pensive washed over him quickly. Soon he was acting like his plastered self. He subconsciously knew that he could act soberly if he wanted to, but he didn't. He wanted to forget. But no amount of alcohol could drown away the memory of the anniversary of his parents' murder. Nothing could….

Ok! Be honest, what did you think? Too descriptive? I promise that things will get a little more meatier, but I wanted to introduce James slowly because I want you to understand his background. I hope everyone liked it and I really really really really really really want reviews! I will be good at updating if reviews come.

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