See chap one for disclaimers and bottom for authors note

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The school was abuzz that day with news of the impending fight. And although Dumbledore tried to convince both parties to not fight, he found himself looking forward to the match. He needed to see just how powerful Harry Conway was if he was to be of any use in the war.

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DADA couldn't have ended soon enough for Harry. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw's piled out of the room, but James, apprehensively called Harry back. It was the first time, he realized, that he had spoken to his son in fourteen years.

"Sit down," he finally whispered.

Harry sat wordlessly. As a student, he had to listen, but no one could make him talk.

It may have been fourteen years since James had seen Harry, but it hadn't been that long for Harry.

Flashback…

Harry was ten, sitting in at the kitchen table of the families modest three story home. He was currently picking the lint off of the table cloth, trying desperately to ignore his parents. Although it wasn't their fault, Harry knew. It was his; he just had to ask.

His parents tried hard to explain in some sugar coated way why his biological parents abandoned him, but it proved to difficult, so Simon finally laid out the cold hard truth for his son.

Harry wanted to scream and shout. Why? Why was the fact the Adam was the "boy who lived" made Harry worthless? And the fact that Adam wasn't even "the boy who lived," made everything even more confusing.

"I want to see them," he finally whispered his eyes never leaving the table. He just couldn't bring himself to face the people that took him in and loved him as if he were there own. To him, they were his real parents. But he just had to know. He just had to see for himself.

"Why?" his father had asked, fearing that Harry would decide that he didn't want to live with them anymore.

"I just have to see. I just have to know what their like, and why. Why they gave me up."

"Okay," his mother whispered back just as softly.

"Elaine!" Simon yelled in surprise.

"Simon, we can't protect him forever. One day he will have to return to Britain. And see those people again. He should do this now, to be prepared for that meeting. If we take him now, under a disguise, then they'll never know. And Harry can see just who those people are."

Simon sighed and ran a hand through his wavy auburn hair. "You're right," he said. "He should go."

So early the next morning, it was decided that Harry and Elaine would travel to Britain and see the Potters, while Simon would remain at home with the rest of the boys. Harry's brothers at first had fought the decision, but they agreed that if all of them went, it would look suspicious.

Harry and Elaine found the three Potters easily enough on the cold and rainy day in December. It was just three days before Christmas, and the Potters were out shopping for gifts. Elaine, being the expert in Charms that she was put a glamour on Harry and herself, which Harry thought didn't look bad.

"There they are," Elaine murmured.

The Potters were sitting in the Leakey Cauldron having lunch, talking loudly.

"Adam," his father said patting him on the back, "my future Quidditch star, what would you like for Christmas this year?"

"The newest racing broom of course," Adam answered immediately, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be getting the most expensive things.

Lilly laughed at her son's antics, and looked over at Harry and Elaine, and a sudden sense of de' ja' vu. "Excuse me," she said walking over to the pair. Harry stiffened beside Elaine, but Lilly didn't seem to notice, as she kept her eyes trained on Elaine. "Have we met?" she asked her hands folding together.

"Why, Lilly Evens!" Elaine said in surprise, "well, I'll be! I have seen you since we graduated.

"Paula? Paula Charles? Is that really you?"

The two women hugged like they have been friends all their lives. Harry stood their surprised, but kept his face blank as Lilly introduced his mother to James and Adam.

The Potter's greeted Harry, who Elaine introduced as Brian, with warmth not knowing that he was indeed their son.

They joined the Potter's for lunch, and Harry had the chance to observe the three.

"I cannot believe you moved, and to America of all places!" Lilly said in surprise.

While the three adults talked, Adam rounded up on Harry taking in Harry's appearance. "Do you even know who I am?"

Harry shook his head and decided to play dumb.

"I'm Adam Potter," he whispered. "The boy who lived" I defeated The Dark Lord when I was just one year old."

Harry nodded. "Nice to meet you," Harry said. "So," he said casually, trying to down play his nervousness, "any brothers or sisters?"

Adam looked at his parents who were still in deep conversation, and shrugged. "I did," he whispered trying not to draw the attention of his parents. "But Mom and Dad sent him away after I defeated The Dark Lord."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Adam shrugged and took a swig of his butter beer. "Don't know. They just said it wasn't important, and not to worry about it. I just kinda figured…" but Adam didn't finish, not knowing how much to tell a boy that he had just met. But Harry wasn't stupid by any means. He knew what Adam was going to say, that it wasn't the subject that wasn't important. It was Harry. Harry wasn't important.

Harry sent a pleading look at his mother and she nodded and excused herself and Harry telling the Potters that they still had much to do.

"Nice to meet you Brian," James said holding out his hand.

Harry took his father's hand and shook it numbly not bothering to answer.

When Harry and Elaine were out of the pub and far enough away from the Ally she took off the disguises and pulled her son into a tight hug.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Harry shook his head, not finding any words to express how he was feeling about the whole encounter.

"Let's go home mom," he whispered. "I want to go home."

Elaine Conway, not knowing any other way to help her son, obliged.

End of Flashback…

"I know there's no excuse…" James began, but stopped and sighed frustrated. It was obvious to Harry that James had rehearsed this, but was failing miserably. "I know what Adam had said to you in the hall way this morning. And I know he was wrong to say it, and he has been punished."

Harry resisted the urge to snort in disbelieve-meant.

"But I need to ask you to back out of this duel. Whatever the problem is between you and Adam, we can fix it. There is just no need to fight."

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. If James thought that Harry was just going to back down from this fight, then he was dumber then he looked. But Harry said nothing.

"Harry please. I know it is difficult to understand why your mother and I…why we….well you know. But please, you must forgive us."

This time, Harry couldn't hold his tongue any longer.

"You want me to forgive you? To forgive you about something that you can't even say? The answer is no. No I don't forgive you, and no I will not back down from this fight. This conversation is over," he said and left, ignoring James' pleas for him to say.

He ran all the way to the unused classroom in the dungeons where he and his brothers had planned to meet, only to see a fourth person standing in the room. Harry stopped in his tracks and gasped in surprised. "Dad!"

After the initial shock wore off, Harry joined his brother in hugging his dad. Simon looked each of them critically, before smiling.

"Well school doesn't seem to be treating you that bad," he said reasonably ruffling Drake's hair.

"Hey!" he said, and tried to fix his mussed hair. "Lay off the spikes!"

"Yeah," Jake teased. "You know it takes Drake hours upon hours to fix his hair in the morning." Jake laughed but ducked as Drake took a swing at him.

"Easy boys," Simon said.

As he took a look around the room, and looked over the boys gear all over the room, he shook his head and smiled. Some things, he thought, never changed.

They all took seats in some chairs that Simon conjured and took the time before dinner to catch up. Harry told them about the meeting he had with James. Simon listened carefully and in the end, comforted his son, who was trying his best not to show his emotions.

"You did good son, I'm proud of you. Now," he said and looked at his watch. "There's about fifteen minutes until dinner, so why don't the four of you work on your meditation. Clearing your minds will help you with tonight."

Drake snorted. "Yeah, I heard that Granger has Potter and Weasley locked up in the library."

Simon nodded, but didn't seem too concerned. "I'm going to go have a chat with our favorite headmaster. You four stay hear until diner."

"Yes sir," the four said in unison and conjured the chairs into mats.

Simon took one last look at his boys and left. Although it did not show, Simon Conway was blind with anger. There was no way in hell that he was going to let these people walk all over his son. If his sons were going to be going to this school, then some things were going to change.

Simon Conway was a man with a mission, with a flick of his wrist the stone stair case that guarded the entrance to the headmaster's office leaped aside. He stormed up the stairs, but still had the decency to knock.

"Come in," was the muffled reply.

Simon wasted no time in barging in the office, surprised to see not just the headmaster there, but the Potter's, Professor's Snape, McGonagall, Sprout Filtwick, and Prescott.

Perfect, he thought.

Albus Dumbledore a man of one hundred and fifty four years jumped from his seat like he hadn't done since he was twenty. "Simon Conway," he whispered.

"Dumbledore," Simon said not bothering to cover up the hate in his voice.

The professor, minus the Potter's looked at the man with a sense of awe and fear. They had heard just how powerful the man was, and seeing the Conway boys, they knew that the man standing before them had taught them well. Simon conjured a chair and sat down stiffly, waiting for Dumbledore to regain his ability to speak.

Dumbledore sat down gracefully behind his desk and put on his grandfatherly smile and looked over at Simon, his blue eyes giving off a slight twinkle.

"Simon Conway, what a pleasant surprise. Can I offer you some tea?"

Simon shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I've been hearing things Dumbledore. You know with a few words to the minister, I could pull my boys out of this school no questions asked, and there wouldn't be thing one that you could do about it," he said in a low threatening voice.

Dumbledore was momentarily speechless. He had tried to talking Cornelius Fudge not an hour ago to try and help the Potter's regain custody of Harry, and had been rudely informed that there was absolutely no chance of that ever happening.

"Surely, Simon we can come to some sort of agreement," Albus said reasonably, eliciting a gasp of shock from the Potter's.

Though keeping a relatively calm appearance, inside Lilly was seething. Albus had promised to get Harry back home where he belonged. Lilly knew enough to keep quiet, but later, when this…this man left, Albus Dumbledore would be seeing another side of Lilly Potter that he had never seen before.

Simon watched Lilly with an amused expression on his face. The woman looked madder than hell, even if she didn't seem to be showing it. "You find," he started slowly, taking his time so that everybody would be able to hear him. "That the contract and the adoption papers that James Potter signed fourteen years ago stated "that under no circumstance would the Potter's ever regain custody of their child." The contract was signed with a blood oath, and will hold up in any court." Simon said, watching James as he remembered, and hung his head as Lilly gave him a scathing look.

"What is it that you want, Simon?" Dumbledore said, sounding somewhat annoyed, losing the twinkle in his eyes.

"I want you to leave my son's alone. I know that it was recently released that Harry is the boy who lived. But that doesn't give you the right to start meddling in his life. You think you know so much about his destiny old man, but you would be surprised as to how much I know, more importantly, how much he knows. So I am warning you now, all of you," he said looking directly at James and Lilly. "Stay out of their lives. When the time comes, we'll all do what we have to, but not a second before then."

"But if you know so much," Dumbledore countered. "Then you would agree that for his own safety, that Harry should be trained."

"By whom, you perhaps with your lapdogs over here, who obey your every whim?" he said gesturing the group of professors. "I think not. My boys are fine. As I'm sure you'll see for yourself after dinner tonight. Word of this duel between Harry, Nick, Ron Weasley, and Adam Potter is on every student's lips. And as far as I know, Hermione Granger has Weasley and Potter locked up in the library studying. I'll of course," he said making it look as if it were an afterthought, "be staying for the duel."

"You can't do that!" Lilly snapped, and while the others jumped at her outburst, Simon remained still. "Tell him he can't do that," she said looking at Dumbledore. But before Dumbledore had a chance to reply, another voice filled the room, as the sliding staircase came to a halt in front of the open door.

"Oh but he can," Cornelius Fudge said with Madam Umbridge in tow.

A:N/ Okay, so I know you guys were ready for the fight scene, but honestly this is a nine page update and I just couldn't fit anymore in so what I'll do, since you guys have been so great for reviewing, I'll give you a little taste of the next chap. I promise the next chap will be the big fight. Please be kind and review.

…..Harry held up his wand, "do you yield?" he asked in a low almost whispering voice.

Adam shook his head and melted the ice, so all that remained was a puddle of water. His ankle still throbbed, and Adam was sure it was sprained, but he couldn't give up now. He couldn't let this reject best him. They had been fighting now for almost twenty minutes, and both boys knew that it was time to end this….