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James sat on the couch. He waited for his parents to come down from his siblings' bedrooms. He felt both excited and nervous from what his parents were going to tell him. James sat up straight when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"James…" Ginny looked at him uncertainly. She sat down on the couch adjacent to her son's. "James, I know it's annoying that you don't really understand what's happening, but me and your father, you see, we have some reasons for not telling you everything." She sighed and looked at James who looked very much disappointed in what she said. "James, we've already told you some things about the war. That's why people know us. We've already told you that your Uncle Fred died fighting in it, that's why the Weasleys are somehow known around, she explained.

James looked at his father. "But that's not all, is it, Dad? They don't mention Uncle Fred much. They don't even mention Teddy's parents and you said they also died in the war. There's something about you, Dad," he said.

"Me?" asked Harry. James nodded. Harry shook his head. "I know you've had your suspicions, but like I said, it's not time for you to know yet. I fought in the war, so did your mother. Your grandfather, James Potter, was, in a way, in the war too, so was your grandmother. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, they're part of it too. My circle of friends, James, are part of the war. The Dark Lord was defeated in that war that is why it's most well-known."

James shook his head. "No, it couldn't be the only reason," he protested. "There's something, something even behind the battle. Dad, why don't you tell me about your time in Hogwarts? I mean, Uncle Ron tells Rose a lot of stories about it, why can't you? Dad, something is going on here," he said.

Harry crossed his arms across his chest. "Well aren't you the little detective?" James felt his father's cold tone of voice. "Ron raises his kids the way he wants to, don't compare me with him. As for my years at Hogwarts, it wasn't very pleasant so I try to forget it without you reminding me. James, I know you've been curious for a while and I understand that, I know what you feel about not getting answers."

"Then why don't you tell me if you really know what I feel?" James interrupted hotly. "You keep saying over and over again 'I know how you feel' but you really don't. You don't have a clue what it feels like to be stared at when you don't know what's happening. You don't have a clue what it feels like to be ignorant of the Wizarding World when it seems that everybody knows about you!"

"And who in the world told you that?" retorted Harry. "I try to be patient with you, James. Do you doubt me that much when I say I know how you feel? I've been an eleven-year-old boy myself. What won't I know about what you feel now?" he asked

James frowned. "Everything!" he shouted. "When I had my birthday party people came up to me as if I was someone famous. You don't know what kind of idiot I looked when I faced that Jack Wood without a clue what he is talking about. This is shit, Dad!"

"Don't you dare use that language against your father, James Potter!" scolded Ginny. "I'm grounding you for a week. One more word and you'll see that you won't be going off to Hogwarts this September," she warned.

James smirked. "You can't do that."

"Watch me," said Ginny angrily. "Now you go up to your room and think about what you just said. I'll be up there tonight and see what you've reflected upon. Now march!" she barked.

James stood up and went to his room without another word. Harry watched as he disappeared. "What's gotten into him?" he asked. "He's not usually this disrespectful." He looked at Ginny. "Do you think we ought to tell him about Voldemort chasing me?" he asked.

Ginny looked tired. "I don't have a clue, Harry," she said. "I need some tea. I think I'm going to make some. I'm…" Ginny felt Harry's lips connect with hers. She calmed down a bit. Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny. This lasted for a couple of seconds until Ginny stopped kissing back. "Harry, what will we do about James?" she asked.

Harry lifted Ginny's chin with his finger. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out before he goes to Hogwarts," he said in an assuring tone. Ginny nodded and leaned on Harry's chest. "Maybe we should talk to Al about this too if we're going ahead with James. Al would be going to Hogwarts next year anyway."

"Oh I'm not worried about Al. He won't be much of a troublemaker. James is whom I am most worried about," said Ginny. "If we told him what we used to do, what we were up to…" She looked at Harry. "What if James tried to do the same things?"

Harry smiled. "He won't be in much danger than we were, Ginny," he reminded her. "I'll talk to James. Let's get some tea first."

Ginny leaned on the wall as she drank her tea. "I think you better go calm James down a bit before I talk with him," she said. Harry nodded as he set down his teacup. Ginny walked over to him. "Remember, Harry, he's just a boy. Please don't get into another argument with him." Harry nodded and headed for James's bedroom.

"May I come in?" Harry asked as he stood before James's door. There was no reply to this. "James, I'm sorry I got hot-tempered a while ago. I just want to talk to you about something. Please answer, may I come in?" he asked again. When James didn't reply, Harry took his wand out and whispered, "Alohamora." James was not in the room. "James?!"

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