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AN: Right here we go for chapter 2! Christmas PJs on, hair up, headphones on and boyfriend doing his A-Level homework (such a Ravenclaw) I hope you guys are liking it. Hello to the new people and welcome back to the originals. Please review!

Love,

Charlie.

The group of seven sped out the hall after Scorpius. As James reached the doors of the Great Hall he saw Scorpius' platinum blond hair tearing across the entrance hall towards the dungeons. James pelted down the corridor after him; safe in the knowledge his sister was hot on his heels. Scorpius disappeared into the first empty class room shortly followed by James, Lily, Hugo and Albus. Rose, Fred and Lysander shut the door behind them and keeping guard from outside. In the back of his mind James hoped someone had cast a silencing charm on the class room.

Briefly taking note of his surroundings James realised they were in an abandoned class room that looked like someone, once upon a time, had made it look like a forest. Scorpius had dropped the letter, which by this point was shaking, smoking and emitting a smell like burnt hair, onto the floor and was regarding it with a look of disgust. Lily had thrown herself onto the floor by the howler. Hugo had flattened himself against the wall, he was regarding the howler as though he thought it contained some sticky substance that was about to explode over them. Albus was trying his best to pull Lily away from the howler, a look of panic on his face.

"Lily, get away from it. You don't want to be near it when it explodes!" James realised his tone was sharper than perhaps necessary and so leaned forward to gently pull his sister away. Albus took Lily's other arm and the two brothers pulled their sister back onto a tree stump where she sat silently watching the scarlet letter in horror.

The letter did in fact explode, covering Hugo and Scorpious with shreds of red paper.

"WELL DONE YOU STUPID WHORE!" Their mother's cold, shrill voice rang out around the earthy class room. " I hope you're proud! Your father and I are DISGUSTED! The child of The Chosen One, an evil, dirty, manipulative SNAKE! Don't even try and tell me you can't help it! Are you so stupid you didn't even try to reason with the hat? YOU CHOSE THIS. And in response to your choice consider yourself DISOWNED. Your father is so disgraced he can't bring himself to talk about you. Not that anyone can blame him – who wants a slimy snake as a daughter. Please find inside a present from your loving mother. Nice knowing you WHORE." The letter dropped a small gift wrapped tube before dissolving into ash.

Lily slid off her tree stump in shock. Before James could speak she had crawled forward and snatched the tube off the floor.
"Lily, be careful. I don't trust her" James reached for his sister but she shrugged off his touch in favour of reading the label.
"I thought you should know just how much I can hurt you. Even at school." The words fell as whispers off Lily's lips. James saw Albus pale in his peripheral vision and thought he too must have lost a few shades.
"Lily please, put it down. You know what she's li-" Albus was cut short by Lily's scream of pain as she finally tore the paper away and touched the thing inside.

Scorpius reached her first, pulling Lily's unconscious body up off the floor into his arms.
"Hugo get Lily's things, Albus get whatever the hell is in that tube – Please don't touch it though! James" Scorpius, who was behaving rather as though this was a regular acurance, turned to James. Despite Scorpius' calm exterior when James looked into his eyes his panic and fear were evident. "I assume you know the way to the hospital wing?" Scorpius' words were calm and James nodded tearing open the classroom door and, ignoring Rose and Fred's questions, sprinting down the corridor in the direction of the hospital wing. James took comfort in the sound of Scorpius' footsteps right behind him.

As he rounded a corner his mother's words echoed in his head, causing more panic to rise inside him
'you should know just how much I can hurt you' How far has mother gone now?

In the hours following Lily's collapse James hadn't moved from her bedside. Scorpius had spent the entire time either consulting with Professor McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey and Professor Jones, Hogwarts current potions master. In the end they seemed to come to an agreement that outside help was needed. Scorpius had fled from the hospital wing to use Professor McGonagall's fireplace. He hadn't returned. Hugo, Rose and Fred had been sent away shortly as Madame Pomfrey insisted there were to many people in the hospital wing.

It had fallen upon Albus to break the news to their father. He had spent the first 10 minutes trying to think of what to say. How to explain to that his father's wife, their mother, had been beating her little girl since she was born. Albus had many times wondered why his mother hated Lily so much but loved himself and James unconditionally. When he was little his Aunt 'Mione had told his Uncle Ron that Ginny hadn't bonded as well with Lily because she had a difficult birth. Albus thought it was more likely that his mother was jealous that Harry loved another woman more than he loved Ginny. Once James told Albus he'd heard their grandmother talking about how jealous Ginny had been whilst at school when Harry dated Cho. Albus thought that was probably the reason they didn't visit Cho and Dudley very often.

As he paced Albus' mind flew with words that just weren't good enough, stumbled sentences and broken phrases. Professor Jones suggested trying to just write the letter without thinking. After a total of 13 screwed up letters the waste paper basket was over flowing. Seeing his struggle Professor McGonagall suggested that he go down to Professor Jones' office and floo to his see fathers at work. Because, as she pointed out, some things are better said in person. And so Albus was dragging his feet as he took the long walk down to the dudgeon. Albus wished, however selfish he knew it was, that James would do this. His brother and father had always been just that little bit close. Grandma Molly said it was because James reminded everyone of Sirius and his grandfather. Albus scowled as the thought came to him. He was glad that he didn't remind his family of his namesakes; a grumpy double agent and a mad old wizard who, in Albus' opinion, played a bit too much with people's lives.

Arriving at the entrance to Professor Jones' office Albus heaved a huge sigh and pushed the door. The room was decorated in soft browns and deep purples. Professor Jones had told Albus once that he liked the warm colours as they helped to bring the cold room to life. Albus had to agree.

In the centre of the room lay a large purple rug that muffled Albus' footsteps as he walked. Lining the left had wall was a bookcase filled with dusty old books. The wall to his right was lined with potion ingredients and things in jars that seemed to move on their own. In the middle of the room was a large mahogany desk with one of those leather spinning chair that muggles use. In front of the desk were two rounded leather chairs in a deep purple colour. Against the back wall, directly behind the desk, was a large fireplace. The grate was currently empty and on the floor next to the poker was the pot of floo powder. Professor Jones was a muggle born and that was evident from the muggle novels stored with his potion books to the bag of Wine gums on his desk.

With a lazy flick of his wand and a muttered 'Incendio' bright flames were crackling amongst the logs. Albus was immediately comforted by the smell and relaxed a little as he bent to pick up some floo powder. Not for the first time in his life Albus wished he was a Gryffindor. Pulling himself together he flung the powder at the flames turning them an emerald green colour he then climbed into them
'Harry James Potter, Head Auror Office, The Ministry Of Magic. Code 02-05-19-98'
The world began to spin.

Harry was sitting in his office trying to get rid of his headache. 10 in the morning and he'd already had enough of yelling. With the kids at school Ginny had no reservations about their arguing. This morning he had been screeched at for laughing at the post lady when she delivered their mail. After half an hour of 'Is she prettier than me?' and 'Do you not love me anymore?' Harry had left for work before he snapped and pointed out to his wife that he did not love her anymore. In fact he hadn't since Lily was conceived.

Ginny and Lily hadn't gotten on very well but Harry led a busy life as head Auror and never really had time to worry about it too much. It's not like Ginny would hurt her own daughter. For the first time in his career Harry had taken a full two months leave to help care for Lily when she was born, during this time he discovered how much he did not like his wife. Ginny had lost a lot of blood when Lily was born, enough that muggle doctors wouldn't have been able to save her. The pregnancy itself had been arduous due to Lily having a different blood type. Ginny's body had rejected the foetus. Ginny and Harry had argued for days about whether or not to abort the baby. In the end Harry had come up with a solution. Lily shared the same blood type as him and in the wizarding world it was possible for males to conceive. Possible even to transfer a foetus. Harry had offered to take the baby from her. He wouldn't force her to carry it but he wasn't going to lose this baby if he could help it. Ginny had not liked the idea and ended up keeping the baby.

When Lily was three months old Harry returned to work. Hermione had just taken her maternity leave in order to look after Hugo and Harry had begged her to watch Ginny and Lily together. Hermione had reassured him she would. However Hermione soon went back to work and Harry knew Ginny didn't like her daughter. Harry had suggested Ginny go back to work, letting Molly watch over the kids. Ginny had readily agreed. Despite the fact that his wife hadn't been close to their daughter Harry thought that Ginny must love her.

Ginny on the other hand was difficult. She and Harry argued over everything and it was driving him insane. He wanted a bigger family, she refused and took up contraceptive charms. He wanted to live in London, she did not. They always argued but Harry had insisted they wouldn't argue in front of the children. Their bedroom had a permeant silencing charm and not for the reason a normal couple did.

If it wasn't for their children Harry would have left Ginny years ago.

Lost in thought Harry jumped out of his seat when his fire burst into flames and his 13 year old son was thrown out of it onto the carpet.

"Albus?" Harry lent down and help his son up from the floor. Albus, like Harry, had never really gotten the whole 'flooing-with-style' thing and they both ended up face first on the floor. Wondering why on earth his son had just appeared, in his office, covered in soot on a Tuesday morning when he should be at school half way across the country Harry arched an eyebrow and was about to ask he caught the look on Albus' face.
"Dad. Something's happed with Lily. That is to say, Mother has done something to Lily." Anger filled Harry like blood gushing from an open wound.

"Albus. What do you know"

AN: soo I was a little late posting this. Blame…well me. I wish I had a better excuse that 'I was tired and couldn't think of words' but I don't. Sorry. Anyway I know this chapter is a little shorter than the last but I hope it's okay. Shout out to bookaddict19 for the review, you are just too good! Yeah so, I will post another chapter by Friday. Thank you for all the new subscribers! Please tell me what you think!