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Harry walked across the grounds on his way to Hogwarts. He got a feeling of nostalgia every time he walked towards the castle. It had always been home to him so it gave him the feel of that's where he belonged.

Harry walked up to the front doors and entered. He could still remember the way to the headmaster's office and every secret passage in the castle. Even if he couldn't remember his way around, Harry continued to carry the Marauder's Map with him. He thought about giving it to his children many times but he never felt the time was right.

Harry continued through the corridors silently. He saw few students and was very grateful for that. He didn't want anyone knowing he was there quite yet. He would much rather surprise Albus himself and didn't want anyone warning the other two. Every once in a while Harry would pass a random student but no one paid him much mind. That was possibly because Harry was sure to hide the most noticeable parts of his appearance. His scar was hidden under a concealment charm and his hair was charmed shorted than normal. Also, his eyes were brown instead of their vibrant green. If you looked directly at him, there was no doubt to anyone that knew him that he was indeed Harry Potter. However, if you simply glanced in his direction, no one would notice.

After making his long trek to the headmaster's office, Harry noticed his former professor stand right in front of the gargoyle. Harry smiled at the woman before him. It had been too long. McGonagall still looked very much the same as she did when Harry first walked into her Transfiguration class. Her hair was still back in a tight bun and her thin lips concealed her slight smile at seeing one of her favorite former students.

"Potter, I'm glad you made it. I received word from the Minister this morning telling me you were on your way," McGonagall said politely. She waved her hand towards the entry to her office before continuing, "Do come up. We have lots to discuss."

"Of course professor." Harry followed McGonagall onto the staircase and up into her office. Once inside Harry looked around. The portraits on the walls of former headmasters all appeared to be sleeping as usual. Harry glanced at Snape's portrait decide Dumbledore's before falling into his seat in front of McGonagall's desk. "First, I must ask you if everything is alright with my children. Your letter was vague on the matter."

McGonagall pierced her lips before speaking. Harry took this as a very bad sign. He had a bad feeling the entire was to Hogwarts, fearing something terrible had happened or was about to happen that concerned his children. "Potter," she started quietly, "Everyone as far as I know is fine." Harry let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding. Okay, everyone was fine. Good news. "However," she started again as Harry became worried again, "I am not entirely sure on how long they will stay that way."

Harry sighed and looked down at his feet. It was his children. Was James still bullying his younger brother? Had Albus started getting revenge? Was Lily hurt in the crossfire? "What is happening?" Harry asked slowly. He knew he needed to find out the truth but somehow he had a feeling he really didn't want to know.

The headmaster got up from her desk and reached for something on a nearby table and handed it to Harry. "I thought you might want to see this." Harry looked at the flier in his hands. It was an advertisement for spell target practice. There was nothing wrong with getting practice on aiming your spells but what bothered Harry was the picture at the bottom.

The picture showed Albus with a target on his back and spell being fired at him. He was apparently a moving target for a group of students, most likely led by James. Harry clenched the flier to where he almost ripped it in half. He had no idea things had gotten that bad. He had truly hoped the fighting was almost done with, not that it had escalated to this extreme. Poor Albus having to endure that.

Harry took a deep breath before speaking, afraid he might raise his voice to someone he greatly respected. "Where did you find this?"

"Actually, it was a young Mr. Malfoy that brought it to my attention. He apparently found someone with it in one of his classes." Wait. Maybe it wasn't James starting this. Could it possibly be a Slytherin wanting to hurt Albus because of him? No, Slytherins never hurt their own kind. It was something Harry always had to respect about them. They were very loyal to one another.

Harry put the flier back in the desk in front of him. "Has anyone," Harry pause afraid of the answer he would get if he finished his question. "Has anyone taken advantage of the bull's eye?"

McGonagall sat back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. "Not as far as I know. From what I can tell, no professor has caught anything in the act so I have no real information to give you. If anyone has, no one has spoken up about it I'm afraid." The professor leaned forward and put her hand on Harry's in a comforting manner. "I am sorry to have to tell you this. I had really hoped the whole situation would have resolved itself by now."

"Me too."

The two sat in silence for a moment to let all new information settle. Harry didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to confront James? Comfort Albus? Follow him until he found someone try to hurt him? Was there really anything he could do to help? "Want do I do?" he finally asked.

"Potter," McGonagall started softly, "There really isn't anything you can do until you know the truth about what's going on. You should probably go speak with your son." When she said his son, Harry knew she meant Albus. No one mentioned James in reference to being his son. Harry wasn't even sure his last name was till Potter. Ginny could have had it changed for all he knew. Ginny had changed her own back quite a while before.

"What about Lily? Is she okay?" Harry asked. He wanted to make sure all of his children were doing okay. Albus was not the only one he was worried about.

"She's fine Potter," McGonagall said reassuringly. "She mostly keeps to herself and a few close friends. Her professors think she is a very bright student." Harry nodded his head. Good, Lily was okay. "James is fine too. Well, only if you can call attacking his brother fine."

"Where is Albus? Is he in class?" Harry got up ready to leave as soon as he knew his destination. He needed to see him. He needed to see for his own eyes that he was okay. It was still morning so he was probably at his morning classes. It that was the case, Harry had every intention on waited for him to get out and talk to him. While he was waiting, Harry figured he could visit Hargid or Neville and see if either one of them could give him any new information.

McGonagall stood up as well; ready to see Harry to the door. "If I am not mistaken, Albus should be on break right now." Just as Harry was about to leave and go to the Slytherin common room she spoke again. "He will most likely be in the potions classroom with Mr. Malfoy. He has been spending most of his breaks in there from what I've heard."

Harry nodded his head and left the office. He was a bit confused at the information thought. He last heard that Albus was doing very well in Potions. Harry hoped his grades hadn't been slipping because of the situation with his brother. That was why he was there. Harry needed to help Albus through this but if he needed help in Potions, they were both screwed. Potions had never been Harry's best subject and he hadn't studied it since he left Hogwarts except for a short time in his Auror training. Harry just hoped that wasn't the case.

As he followed the corridor down to the dungeons, Harry got a chill. Lots of bad memories came from that room. He really had never planned on stepping foot in that room again, but for his children, Harry would do anything.

Once he reached the door to the Potions room Harry took a deep breath. He wasn't sure why he didn't just walk on in. Maybe he was nervous about not seeing Albus in a few months. Maybe he just hated that room that much. Maybe it was even the fact that he was going to meet Albus's best-friend, Scorpius, for the first time. Whatever it was, Harry swallowed his nerves and opened the door.

It was empty.

Harry glanced around the room. Was this still the same Potions room? It looked like it was still used. Harry took another step forward and was met with the most beautiful smell, lilies. Harry absolutely loved the smell of lilies ever since he was a child. Harry looked around the room to see a cauldron sitting towards the front. He wanted closer to it a figured the smell was coming from that.

The potion in the cauldron was a beautiful mother-of-pearl color. It also had steam the rose in spirals. Harry stared at it for a moment getting the distinct feeling he had seen this potion before, he just could figure out where.

Harry took a few steps back away from the brewing cauldron. He really didn't want it to start boiling and splash him, especially if he didn't know what it was. Harry instead decided to walk around the class room. It was evident someone was just in here so Harry assumed they would be right back. Just as that thought crossed Harry's mind the door to the classroom opened.

"Dad!?!" Harry turned around to see his youngest son run towards him. Harry reached out his arms and gave him a hug. I had been a few months since they last so each other. The last time Albus had been home was over Christmas break. It was now March and almost time for Easter.

Harry released his son and looked at him. Albus's eye lit up to a beautiful shade of green. Albus looked so much like Harry. His black hair was messy and never was able to be tamed. Harry smiled and ruffled Albus's hair even more. "Hello Albus," Harry said quietly. Now that they were in the same room, Harry didn't really know what he wanted to say to his son. Seeing him was just enough sometimes.

Albus took a step back from his father and tried and failed to tame his hair which made Harry smile even more. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

It wasn't the question the changed Harry's expression, it was his tone. Harry was sure Albus would be just as happy to see him as he was. Albus almost seemed upset to see Harry. "I came to see you, but if you really don't want me…"

"No!" Albus cut him off. "Dad, I really missed you but won't you get in trouble." So that was it. Albus didn't want his father to get in trouble with the courts or Ginny.

Harry's smile went straight back to his face. "Al, I have no intention on getting in trouble for being here. In fact…" Harry was cut off again with the sound of the door opening once again. Harry didn't turn around assuming it was Scorpius and Harry could meet him in a moment. Well, that was until their newest arrival spoke.

"Potter? What are you doing here?"

Harry's eyes went wide. He knew that voice. He might not have heard it in years but you can never forget something you hate with such a passion as he once held for that voice. Harry turned around to be greeted by grey eyes that pierced right through him.

"Hello Malfoy."

TBC…

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