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All Harry Potter series are the legal right granted to Mrs. Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I own nothing; I am simply borrowing

her story and plot and twisting it into one of my own for my own entertainment and others as well. No money is intended to

be made out of any of my fanfic/s.

Convincing Harry

By Abay

-Chapter-One-

Utter and Pure Magic

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Cold heavy rain drenched him…though he did not feel it. Wind howled in his ear…though he did not hear it, and you may wonder how on earth he had not aroused by the chill and frostiness in the air which revolved around him, but this was basically because of these three simple reasons: That the dead did not feel. That the dead certainly did not hear, and that James Potter was definitely dead…But that was until life unexpectedly tingled through him. Now disbelief might be the first thought to occur to your mind, skepticism of how this had happened, but may I remind you that magic, utter and pure magic can be the reason of many extraordinary and miraculous events.

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Little by little, sensations swelled in him, his heart started to weakly beat against his chest in a slow rate, then slowly, after a while, it seemed to pick up speed and strength, as though it was being fed by an unseen force. Blood flowed swiftly through his veins now, his blue lips parted and took in a deep breath that filled his lungs with oxygen, and that was when he actually started to feel once again

Cold waves ran up and down his body making him to involuntarily shudder. He made to curl into a tight ball so that he could warm himself, but found that he could not get his muscles to move. He felt oddly stiff, as though he had never used his limps before. How strange. Slowly, he moved his fingers… closing and opening them…closing and opening them, then he blearily opened his eyes.

A different darkness in which he was settled in before greeted him. This darkness was cold, sinister and menacing whereas the other was warm, welcoming and comforting…It had given him the feeling of being cradled and rocked into a soothing sleep…he wished he could go back there again, but the problem was, he didn't know how.

James raised his head, to get a better look of where he was, and found that he was covered in what felt to be mud. What was he doing lying in it? And completely ignoring the fact that he did not have the slightest idea of how he had come to find himself in this place, James wiped the mud away from his face and looked around to find that darkness was still holding him within its folds.

Where in the world was he?

Rain drops fell hard upon him, pouring down his body, smoothing down his unruly jet black hair which usually stood up on its ends. He waited for a light to clear out a path to him, even for a sound, other than the rain, to reach him, but all was dark and silent around him.

Feeling that it was time to leave this sinister place, James gingerly got up and found that it was hard to keep his balance. Slowly, and very carefully he moved his right leg in front of the left, his arms spread out, flaying wildly, trying to find his center of gravity. He moved his left leg now, but slipped suddenly because of the slippery mud under his feet, and hit his head hard on what felt like to be a rock.

Umph!" "

Cursing quite colourfully and rubbing the back of his head vigorously where a bump seemed to be forming, James got on all fours ready to once again make another attempt at getting up when a flash of lightning illuminated the place, bringing the area around him into light, revealing to him something that rooted him on the spot.

Impossible. He blinked, and rubbed his eyes frantically, then smiled nervously to himself. His eyes were playing tricks on him…that was all….

And once again, the lightning flashed, raising the veil of darkness to expose to him what it had exposed to him mere moments before. He was kneeling in a graveyard…a graveyard that held the tombstone of his wife, Lily Potter

Lily Potter

A loving wife and a hero who gave away her life to save her sons

For the first time in his life, James wished that there was no light, he wished for the blissful darkness to engulf him once again. It was as though someone crushed his heart, it felt like somebody was twisting a knife in it. A choked cry of shock escaped him. This could not be, he though hysterically, There had to be a rational explanation to this! Lily wasn't, she wasn't… She was perfectly fine! She was in Godrics' Hollow, probably worrying about him, and waiting by the door to scold him for nerve-racking him, with his son asleep in her arms.

But lightning flashed again, as if it was intentionally scoffing at him. It was mocking him. And the name of Lily Potter engraved on the Tombstone flashed repeatedly before his tearful hazel eyes.

"STOP IT!" he screamed, breathing heavily.

He knew that this was not true, he was sure that this was some sort of trick of Voldemort and his minions, he was positive that he would find Lily at Godrics' Hollow, and together, they would laugh about this later. No one could possibly find Lily because she and Harry were hidden under the Fidelus charm, and it was impossible for anyone to find them…unless Wormtail betrayed them, but he knew that even the notion of it would never cross Peters' mind.

Getting up, James swayed dangerously, but managed to keep himself upright. Closing his eyes, he prepared himself to apparate into Godrics' Hollow, his home, where surely Lily and Harry were awaiting him on the soft couch by the fireplace.

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