Disclaimer: I forgot this in my first two posts. In short, I don't own anything except any original characters, such as Kat and Nick. So don't sue me.

AN: I am also aware that other stories have posted Harry under the alias as Evan Jameson. I apologise for the similarity, but when I first started writing I wasn't aware anyone else had used it. I did try to change it to prevent any problems, but by that point Harry just didn't seem right with any other name, so I apologise.

Sorry for the wait. Now the story.

Lives Repaired

By ravus85

Beta-ed by Rai, Kaitlin and Mina

First Day

Silence descended upon the students as their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher stalked into the room the next morning.

Making his way towards the desk at the front of the room, Evan glanced down at the register and almost groaned.

Gryffindor and Slytherin Seventh Years, great.

Deciding there was nothing he could do about this unfortunate coincidence, Evan walked around his desk to lean against the front.

"Good morning everyone. As I'm sure you've already gathered, I'm Professor Jameson and I will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year," he began, before taking the roll.

Once Evan had read the list of names, making sure to note those who were absent, he placed the sheet of paper on his previously bare desk, before sitting on his desk to begin his lesson.

"I understand you are all Seventh years, and should therefore have a good basic grounding in this subject. However, as Professor Hopple failed to leave a summary of your past classes, I am at a bit of a loss as to what you have covered. Is there anyone who could give me a brief summary of what you have learned," Evans said, watching the class intently.

Almost instantly, a hand went up at the front of the class. Evan could not help but notice the four Gryffindor students in the second row from the front. One of the girls, the one who had raised her hand, looked like your typical bookworm. Thick glasses extenuating big round eyes above which strawberry blonde hair lay, pulled back in a
simple ponytail that many flyaway strands had already escaped.

Just the rapt expression on the young woman's face reminded Evan of Hermione's past enthusiasm for all forms of learning.

Beside the clone-Hermione sat a pair of black-haired twins who, while looking politely interested, Evan could tell were waiting for some action to liven up the dull classroom atmosphere. Much like Ronald Weasley used to hope for when he was at Hogwarts.

It was the fourth young Gryffindor that intrigued Harry the most. The boy had brown hair that reached just past his earlobes, hiding most of his face in shadow. However, it was the half-slouched position, and doodling pen that reminded Evan of the times when he himself often got lost in morose thoughts about the war, before simply blocking the rest of the world out.

Snapping out of his meandering thoughts, and ignoring the sniggers that many Slytherins had directed at the eager Gryffindor, Evan indicated that the
girl could speak.

"Professor Hopple mainly covered dark creatures and a little bit of theory behind some of the more well known curses, such as the Unforgivables."

"Thank you, Miss…"

"Matheson. Jamie Matheson," replied the girl with a blush, as the twins beside her tried to control their laughter at her reaction.

"Thank you Miss Matheson," finished Evan, smiling at the blushing girl, before turning his gaze to the class once more. "Hopefully, by the end of the year, you will understand a great deal more about the more common curses and dark creatures, while also having a firm grasp on some of the less well known curses and some powerful shields that can be at your disposal.

"Today however, we are going to start with the basics. Could you all please stand up and make your way to either side of the classroom. Please take your books and bags with you," said Evan as he withdrew his wand from its holster and, once the students were out of the way, banished the desks to the back of the room. "Now, if you would kindly find a partner to work with and line up down the length of the room."

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And so continued Evan's day. He enjoyed the students immensely, despite the occasional comment, normally directed at his muggle clothing. He understood that most classes had a basic grounding in his subject, but realised it had been years since the last duelling club and he decided it was time to form a new one.

Noting the idea down on a spare piece of parchment, so that he might remember to mention it to Albus at some point, Evan headed to the infirmary to fetch Nick for dinner.

Knocking on the door to the infirmary, Evan cautiously poked his head around the corner.

Noticing that there were no patients in the room, Evan headed towards Madame Pomfrey's office at the end of the long line of beds.

Once more he knocked before entering, this time finding two occupants in the room.

Neither individual noticed as Evan carefully closed the door behind him, as they both were looking intently at a chart of the wall.

"Now, do you remember what that line there tells us?" asked the mediwitch, watching the blonde haired boy beside her intently.

"Um... is that the one that tells you if the person's heart is still going?" questioned Nick cautiously.

"Excellent work Mr Jameson! You'll be a mediwizard in no time with your memory," exclaimed the nurse before turning around and noticing Evan for the first time with shock. "Oh Professor, you gave me a fright," she said, putting her hand to her rapidly beating heart.

Beside her, the young boy turned as well and ran into the welcoming arms of his father.

"Oh Dad, you'll never believe all the things I've learned about today! Madam Pomfrey has been showing me all this cool stuff. Come look!" exclaimed the boy, before grabbing his father's hand and pulling him around the room to show him what all the different charts and machines did.

Watching from the sidelines, Poppy Pomfrey couldn't help but smile at the image the father and son made.

Soon Nick's tour of the infirmary was over, the pair arriving back where Poppy stood.

"I'm so grateful for your help Madame. I hope Nick wasn't any trouble today."

"No trouble at all Professor Jameson. He's such a sweet boy, and with such
a thirst for knowledge."

"Your help is much appreciated Madame, but please call me Evan."

"Only if you call me Poppy," replied the nurse with a chuckle.

"I'd be delighted Poppy," said Evan, before turning his eyes on his son. "But I think it's about time for dinner young man. How about we head downstairs."

"Hm... I'm so hungry. I wonder if the food will be as good as last night," mused Nick as he grasped his father's hand and began the trek to the great hall.

"Would you like to accompany us Poppy?" asked Evan, turning his head around to address the witch as he was dragged down towards the doors of the infirmary.

"I'll be fine Evan. I have a few things to check on before I head down, but don't keep young master Jameson waiting," she replied with a wave.

"So, what do you think of Madame Pomfrey?" asked Evan, as he headed towards the Great Hall with his son.

"She's nice, I guess," replied Nick slowly. "Why?"

"Well, Poppy has agreed to tutor you during the year if you want," said Evan cautiously. "Or you could go to a muggle primary school just outside Hogsmede. I know you need to be around kids your age, but it's your decision Nick."

Looking down at his son, Evan noticed the small frown marring his son's features.

After a moment Nick looked up at his father. "I do like Madame Pomfrey, Dad, but..."

"But, what?" urged Evan.

"But, I think I'd prefer to go to school somewhere else. Are there any magical schools like back home, though? I've never been to a muggle school before."

Clasping his son's small hand within his bigger one, Evan knelt down to look Nick in the eye.

"If I can find a good magical school near by you can always go there. But, I haven't heard of any schools near Hogwarts before."

"So, what happens if there isn't a school close by?" asked Nick tentatively.

"Well," said Evan as he stood up once more. "There's always the magical schools in Edinburgh and London if you don't mind flooing there everyday. Or you could be tutoured by the Professors here." Evan watched his son, trying to gauge his reaction to all the options. "I'm serious when I say that this is your choice Nick. I don't want you to be somewhere you don't want to be."

"Flooing to Edinburgh doesn't seem too bad," replied Nick as they started down the corridor once more. "But it'd be nicer to be closer to you Dad."

Evan was about to reply when a noise from further down the hall distracted him.

"Wait here Nick, I'll be right back," he said, before moving down the hall towards where the sound had emanated.

Just as he turned a corner he saw three boys near an alcove. Two of them looked to be seventh years, while they surrounded a smaller first year.

"Just give it to us, you brave little lion," mocked one of the older boys, who Evan noticed as he came closer, had a green and silver tie.

"I don't have anything," muttered the smaller boy, obviously a Gryffindor.

"Well then..."

"What is going on here?"

The two Slytherins spun around quickly, and seemed rather panicked at the sight of a Professor.

"Ah, we were just..." started one of them.

"Just showing this first year some of the cool views of the grounds," finished the other. "See, through that window Professor you can see..."

"I couldn't care less what is out that window Mister..."

"Addington, Sir," replied the second of the boys meekly.

"Well, Mister Addington, it certainly didn't sound as though you were giving a tour to this young Gryffindor. I will not tolerate house rivalries to be extenuated to such a degree that you would threaten those who are not only younger than you, but also are new and need help from the older years." Evan paused as he looked at the two, now shamefaced Slytherins at being caught red-handed. "Because of your behaviour here, you are to report to my office for detention this Friday evening, both of you."

"But sir, we have Quidditch practice on Fridays," exclaimed the first boy.

"Then you should have considered that before behaving so disgustingly. Now, I believe dinner is about to be served gentlemen. I wouldn't want to be responsible for anyone going hungry."

Hearing the dismissal the two Slytherins left the alcove quickly, and the young Gryffindor tried to siddle away unnoticed, before Evan placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked, getting a meek nod in return. "I'm sorry I didn't get here earlier."

Another small nod.

"Then, how about we head to the Great Hall? I'm starving."

Together the two walked down the hall in silence before they came across Nick, waiting patiently for his Dad.

"There you are! Come on Dad, I'm hungry!" he exclaimed before grabbing his father's hand and hurrying down the corridors, the young Gryffindor in tow.

Finally, they reached the doors to the Great Hall, but before Evan pushed the doors open he gestured that the Gryffindor should go in, before he turned to look at his son.

"I will ask Professor Dumbledore about any schools close by, alright?"

"Thanks Dad," said Nick with a small smile.

"Come on then kiddo," he said, slinging an arm around his son's shoulders and messing up the boy's already uncontrollable hair, before they entered the hall together.

They sat down at the head table, just as the food appeared, and Evan smiled slightly when he saw the young Gryffindor reunite with his friends.

Beside him, Nick ate with particular gusto, while Evan was a little more reserved.

Severus was quiet during dinner as usual, but Hermione's conversation with Nick was enough to keep Evan occupied throughout the meal. However, it was one comment in particular that startled Evan overly.

"Your son has amazing eyes Evan," commented Hermione from Nick's other side. "I haven't seen such a brilliant colour for years."

Evan could see how quickly Hermione's mind was working. It was obvious that it wasn't just his son's green eyes which had caught her curiosity.

"I believe he got that from his mother," he said warily.

Nick head swivelled suddenly towards his father. "But Dad, Mum's eyes were blue," he said innocently.

"Yes, but your Uncle's are green," Evan said resolutely. "So it stands to reason you got them from your mother. I don't think any of my family had such spectacular eyes."

Even as he said it, Evan noticed Hermione watching him suspiciously.

"Oh," she replied. "They certainly are spectacular though, whoever they came from."

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Later that night, Evan couldn't help a sigh of relief from escaping him, as he collapsed on his bed once again. Of course Hermione would notice the little things, but at least she had dropped the subject after his explanation. It was Severus that had proved to be more of a problem, as he had made more than one surreptitious glance at Evan over the remainder of dinner.

Thankfully, Nick seemed to have been left out of any suspicions that the professors held, but the next staff meeting might prove interesting at least.

In the mean time, Evan needed to sort out where his son could go to school while he was teaching.

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Next Chap: Hogsmede Weekend (and we get to see Ginny)

AN: I'm sorry it's so late, and it's not particularly long, but i've been having touble with what i had planned for this chapter, whereas there is a lot more in the next chap and shouldn't be so hard to write. Thank you all for waiting so long, and any reviews are always welcome.