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One Too Many

Unvoiced Suspicions

He didn't like him, it was irrational for James to think so but somehow he just knew. A few months have passed and every time he has held his son he pitched a fit. He wailed like he was being beat to an inch of his life, Harry would begin cry if he got too close and Lily wasn't around. He remembered the first time he had held his son had let out seemingly unearthly wail, Lily had run to the nursery looking like her very world was ending. She boxed his ears that day thinking he had done something wrong and for a moment thought so as well.

When he voiced his thought but their son not liking him, Lily had gotten a strange look in her eye as she examined Harry like he was something foreign but then the baby let out a little gurgle, and she smiled. "Don't be ridiculous James. It's probably just a phase, he just knows me more. I did carry him for nine months, you know."

James only nodded at her reasoning but still felt unsure about it all.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. One day James held onto his son, for once he didn't fuss or cry. Big green eyes with just hints of blue stared at him, chubby arms pushed against his chest. Harry's mouth was agape showing pink gums and just a hint of milk teeth beginning to grow, his face flushed. James looked at his temperamental child warily. He was going to cry wasn't he? Nothing happened though, but then he smelled it. Harry giggled.

Every time James held his son now he just wished he would cry, Harry would always conveniently want to have a bowel movement.

He witnessed it first; Lily was in kitchen preparing dinner when it happened. Harry rolled! He rolled around the floor with slightly more blue eyes then green focused on him as rolled AWAY from him. It wasn't until Harry was closer to the kitchen that James noticed this.

Harry was always rolling away from to other much curious objects like his stuffed teddy or his letter blocks set but never him except that one time when he wanted to grab his wand to chew on it.

He witnessed another first, this time Lily was present. Harry crawled on all fours towards him! James had a silly grin the rest of the day. Even Sirius' teasing him didn't ruin his mood. Harry crawled continuously, always investigating the next wonder.

"The way he's always going somewhere, it's strange," Remus commented while Harry crawled around the baby proofed lounge. "It would seem like he's looking for something."

Peter looked at Remus curiously, while both Sirius and James looked at him strangely.

"Of course he is," Sirius started as he went to pick up Harry much to his annoyance. Harry fussed and wriggled while whining loudly to make his point across; he stopped when he was handed to James who held a bottle. "Lily's not here."

Harry sat there pouting as took his afternoon meal, "You're getting too big for bottles," James murmured before backing up his best friend. "Yeah, he's always looking for her when she's not within eye sight."

Remus remained silent; his gold eyes said much but told nothing as he observed Lily's son. It wasn't his business.

Harry's first birthday had come and passed, James saw his son grow every day. He couldn't wait until he got older so he could finally use that toy broomstick he bought him much to Lily's disproval. James laughed with a squealing Harry as he launched him in the air again and again. It was bath time but James wanted to play with his son just a little bit longer.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned your mother will kill me if she ever saw how dirty you were," James tucked his son under his arms before ceremoniously dumping him in the previously prepared bath. Harry babbled back in that unknown language that only other babies seemed to understand then proceeded to splashed soapy water at his face. James responded by giving him a light splash back, in the end Harry won the Great Splash War on the 31st of October 1981.

"I'm home," James heard Lily say from downstairs, he could hear Lily going up the stairs. "Where are my boys?"

"In here Lils." James shouted, "Harry's taking a bath."

"Is he now," Lily leaned by the door. "I could have sworn I had just given him a bath when I left fifteen minutes ago."

James laughed nervously, "Well you see…"

"I don't even want to know, you missed a spot by the way," Lily pointed to Harry's right arms before going back downstairs.

"Right," he muttered before looking back at his son who was whining for his mother to come back. James took the wash cloth he had left abandoned and began to scrub the spot she had pointed out. He frowned when the small spot had yet to leave, "Huh…" He pulled the small limb closer as he himself leaned in to inspect the blemish. It was just a brown spot, he brushed his thumb over it causing little Harry to giggle. The skin left off somehow, James frowned and brushed it again. Yep, it still felt off.

James let go of the small hand picking him up and wrapping a nice blue fluffy towel. Still frowning James began to dry off his son, as he did he noticed his sons' hair has gotten a shade little. That was normal, right? Harry yanked down a couple of stands of hair with a curious look etched across his face. "Ow!"

James brown eyes met his son's blue eyes with a hint of green met his own, James looked at his and examined him, really examined him. A small part of him, the part that he had always been so quick to slam the door at caused his heart to jump to his throat and stay there.

Harry began to make those noises that he did when trying to speak, so far he hadn't said his first word which was worrying Lily thinking something was wrong with him. Of course he was always so quick to deny it ("He's just taking his time Lils! Us Potter men like to take our time," James arrogantly laughed).

Once again James witnessed and heard another first, and this time it broke his heart. "Da."

James wanted at that moment to keep being oblivious of the glaring truth; he wanted shout and confront Lily of her betrayal. He wanted to slap across her lying face for making him believe such a lie. And mostly he wanted Harry to be his son, not some unknown factor! That's how it was supposed to be, a wife wasn't supposed lie about the parentage of their own son. What kind of bit…James stopped himself right there, he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Yeah, I'm your Da," James croaked.

James never got to confront the young mother; Voldemort had killed him before he could. Lily, who lived long enough to cast charm on her son that would ensure his safety. She tucked a note within his clothes, "Mommy loves you." Lily looked at her son one last time before turning around just in time to face Voldemort. Determined to stand her ground, Lily died protecting her son.

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A/N:There I gave both parents an equal amount of attention, now I can focus on Nero! Now I wish I could say, I'll be updating every other day but I'm a busy bee. I'll try to keep updating every other day though.