"James, take care of your brother. Don't leave him behind. Jake, hold James's hand. James get the things on my list and ONLY the things on my list. Have I made myself clear, you two?"

"Yes mum," they both corresponded, happy she had left the out the bit where they were not to go into joke shops or candy shops, or any of that sort.

As if reading their minds, their mother said, "And NO looking in any other shops then I need you to go into!" as they threw the floo powder into the fireplace. Both boys groaned.

Jake woke from the dream with a start. They were becoming weirder and weirder. He didn't understand them. He had no idea who the woman was that kept on reappearing, even though she seemed very familiar, and the other boy….

The other boy looked exactly like Harry. Well, almost. Except the fact that Jake had noticed he didn't have Harry's scar, and had different color eyes.

Looking at the clock, Jake saw it was almost time to get up anyway. Today was the last day of classes before the Easter holiday. Nobody had talked about leaving Hogwarts to celebrate the holiday. Jake had put his name down on the list for staying, deciding that even if his mum did go home to visit her family, it might be easier for them all to reunite without him there.

At the Ravenclaw table, Amy leaned over to whisper to Jake, "I found a book on the Potter's family history in the library last night. You might find it interesting. James Potter had a brother that mysteriously disappeared."

"Are you sure?" Jake whispered back, aware that they were drawing attention to themselves from a noisy second year he couldn't put a name to. "Harry hasn't said anything about an uncle, ever."

"Maybe he doesn't know," Amy suggested quietly. "I don't think it was very well known."

Jake looked up to the Head Table, where his mother and Harry were talking quietly as well. When Ginny saw Jake look at them out of the corner of her eye, she smiled at him, and waved her hand, but then turned back to Harry.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "It wouldn't be too much trouble?"

"Gin, I hate spending my holidays alone, except for the Easter day when I go over to your parent's house. Of course I'm sure. It'll be fun for Jake, and Ron. I already have Amy's parent's permission to come too. She had signed up to stay at the castle, probably to keep your son company. He has no idea what is going on."

"I feel like a horrid mother, not even reassuring him that he's not being left behind. I know he's been worrying about it. Ever since he learned that my family will accept me back, and that he learned you were something more to me then just a friend... He's a lone boy like you were Harry. He's afraid."

Harry nodded knowingly. "This week will be good for him, I think. His mom will be there, his best friend, as well as finding out at the surprise party that he has many, many Weasleys who care about him as well."

"And a Potter," Ginny said, smiling, "I don't know why your so afraid he doesn't like you, Harry, he adores you."

"But as a Professor"

"Maybe, maybe not, only he can tell you that." She touched his arm, "I'm going to go pack, and tell Jake where we're spending the holidays then. I suggest you ask Amy to come, and then lead her to your office so she has proof of you asking her parents."

Harry nodded, and watched as she left the Great Hall, not caring who saw that he was watching her go.

Twelve hours later, the group that contained Harry, Ginny, Jake and Amy all walked up the pathway to Harry's house. After showing each individual to their own room, and giving them a tour of the house, Harry told the two children to go unpack their bags and slip into pajamas. "If you behave and get back quick, maybe I have a surprise for you," he said to their sunken faces. Harry knew perfectly well that neither child would complain because they both still though of him as their professor.

After they were both headed up the stairs, Harry went into the living room. "Ginny, in the pantry, there is a package of white fluffy things called marshmallows. Also bring the chocolate and graham crackers. Would you get them?"

You know, I have lived as a muggle for the past five years. I think I know what they are," she teased, "I know what a smore is"

"Uh, right. Sorry"

Harry knelt by the fireplace and within minutes, had arranged the logs and had a blazing fire come from them. Ginny brought back the marshmallows, some Honeyduke's chocolate bars and graham crackers.

The four of them had a sticky gooey mess of fun within minutes of putting the smores together. Amy had only had them a few times, but when she went to her muggle school, she heard about them. Jake had only read about them in a muggle storybook.

When the children were done, Ginny smiled and asked, "Now are we ready for bed?"

Both of them, still being polite, just shrugged.

"Muuuuuuuuum, do I have to go?" Harry asked from the arm chair. "That is what she was looking for when she asked that, you know," he teased the two children.

Ginny flopped down on the couch. "You'll are hopeless."

"Now, now dear, I think we just have to talk about some things with these two children. They are much too bright for their age really. I think both of them are just being so polite because they want to know what is happening. Why we invited them, what is going on between us, stuff like that. I think that they are simply curious, but good kids."

"Probably true. Okay Amy, go ahead spill. You've have had The Hermione look all day, and we aren't even in class."

"Well, um, you see, it's really none of my business, but Jake has been, well," she glanced at Jake, "They have to know. You see, Jake has been trying to figure out why he looks so much like Harry."

Harry and Ginny look at each other. They had noticed the similarities as well? Harry leaned forward, and asked, "Oh? We're that similar?"

"Well, kind of," Amy said, unsure of what was going to happen next.

"No, I look more like your father, then you." Jake said quietly.

Harry and Ginny again exchanged looks. What were these two up to.

"I found this book….. Well, you'd probably want to ripe it to shreds, Professor, but –"

"Amy, for this holiday and when I see you outside of Hogwarts, I'm Harry, okay? Being called Professor makes me seem, well, old. First names are perfectly fine for both me and Ginny."

"I agree," Ginny said, "Go on about the book, Amy."

"It's the Potter's family history. Jake looked like James except the different chair colors. Identical, really. I can go get it if you want."

"Go on,"

Amy ran to get the book. The three sat in an awkward silence, Jake still sitting on the floor, next to the fireplace. "Har –Harry?" He asked quietly.

Harry looked up, from where his head had fallen into his hands so that he could think. He was starting to get a nagging dull headache. He did his best to put on a smile for the boy anyway.

"Yes/"

"Is, is there any way… I could be… Related to you?"

"A cousin, maybe," Ginny suggested quietly. "Brother is out, son is out, and the Potters only had one son, who was James."

"Not true!" Amy called as she walked back into the room. "The Potter had two sons."

"No Amy, if I had an uncle, I think somebody would have told me by now."

"Well, you don't; technically, he disappeared when he was seven. Jake may look like James Potter, but he really looks like Andrew Potter.

"There are pictures in that book?" Harry asked, suddenly interested. "Can I see please?"

Amy handed the book over to Harry. Harry flipped through it amazed, and then looked at the cover. He chuckled, "I was famous before I became the boy-who-lived. All Potter's are and will be. Potter's are the Heirs of both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. How convenient."

When he flipped to the page that had Andrew Potter on it He stared openly at the page, and then at Jake.

"There's more," Amy said. "Jake's been having dreams. In the dream, he's always named but the people he has described to me I think are James and his mother as well. Numerous times, James has called him his brother, and Jake has called your grandmother "mum" without even thinking about it."

"What are you suggesting, Amy?" Ginny asked

"I'm not sure… I thought, well, this is kind of silly, but since wizards have time turners, maybe its not. Could Jake have time traveled to the future somehow?"

"I don't know what to say Jake." Harry said after a long pause. "But I have also wondered why you do look like me and my father. And you look identical t this boy…. I've never heard of anything that could make someone time travel like that… But I promise you, we will figure this out, once and for all. I'm still having trouble believing nobody told me I had an uncle…."

Harry looked away from the children, his eyes gazing indicated that his mind was far off. After a quiet, tense moment, Ginny told the children to go to bed. Before Jake left the room, Ginny stopped him, "When he promises Jake, he means it. He will find your old family, even if it kills him…" He continued on up to bed, after apologizing for hurting Harry. He noticed her eyes were filled with tears. He hadn't meant to hurt her either.

Her eyes also shone with tears, for a reason that Jake didn't understand. When Harry came true with his promise, her baby would either know if his parents didn't want him, if they were dead, or if they were alive and they wanted him back. She blinked, and smiled anyway. Any of them could hurt both Jake and her, but Jake deserved to know the truth. She understood that. And she knew that Harry was doing it for that very reason. Jake needed to know his past.

"Ginny, is there a way, that, that sweet innocent boy could be my uncle?"

"Harry, I gave my magic to the one person I love most. In this world, with magic, I've learned the only thing not possible with magic, is raising the dead."

A/N: After many months, I have funally had time to breath. When I recieved that breathing time, a friend of mine told me to get writting again, she wanted to know what happened next. My response was that I was writting, just not fanfiction...

Well, as a gift, here it is. The next chapter. This chapter is also dedicated to Coderomance, who has been my sole reviewer for the last few chapters...