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Harry POV
I finished reading my mother's rather short diary and looked down at my son who had fallen asleep on my lap. My mind felt like it was stuck in denial mode. I went through my whole life thinking that James Potter was my father when he really wasn't. A small part of me was telling me this might be a joke. Maybe someone planted this book in my aunt's attic. I cast an authentication spell on the book. The results proved that this was my mother's diary. I cast a spell that could detect a person's hand writing. Again, it said it was my mother who had written this. I cast all the spells I could think of on the damned book and they all came up with the same result: this was my mother's book and she was the one that had written in it. Jamie walked into the room, cheeks flushed from playing outside, a great big smile on his face. It's funny that I had never noticed that any of my children really looked like James Potter, like me. None of them had glasses. Though, Alby had inherited my green eyes, Lily had her mother's eyes and Jamie had been born with dark brown almost black eyes. Ginny and I had wondered who he had gotten his eye color from, but we had just thought that he had inherited them from a distant relative. What had my mother done to me to make me look the way I do now? I want to know what I really look like, but I'm used to the way I am. If I had the choice between the curiosity of looking the way I'm supposed to look and staying the way I am, I would choose the latter. I would need to tell Ginny. I have so many questions and the people who have the answers are all dead. James' smile fades as he sees the state that I'm in. I hate when my children see me like this; weak.
"Dad, what's wrong?" He asks me, sitting next to me on the bed. I try to tell him it's nothing, but when I try to speak nothing comes out and I just shake my head. Jamie hugs me. Alby wakes up when James accidentally elbows him in the head when he hugs me.
"Sorry." Jamie mumbles to Alby as the boy glares at him. A lump forms in my throat. How could I have not noticed this before? Had Severus... my father, known of my true parentage? Would he have cared? I hug Jamie and Alby and wordlessly leave the room.
Albus' POV
Jamie looks at me confused.
"What's wrong with dad?" Should I tell him what I had discovered or let dad do it? I trust Jamie, he's my best friend. Anyway, like mum says I can't leave things bottled up inside.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Jamie nods at me eagerly.
Harry POV
"Goodnight baby." I hear Ginny tell Lily. She leaves the room and shuts the door behind her. She jumps when she sees me standing against the wall. She puts her hand over her heart.
"Merlin, you scared me." She exclaims. Then her eyes narrow at me.
"What's wrong?" She asks softly, coming up to me. I swallow hard. I can't seem to form any words. I hand her the diary.
"What's this?" She asks curiously.
"My mother's diary." I choke out.
"Oh, Harry." She says sympathetically. But, she doesn't know why I'm like this, she's sympathetic for the wrong reasons.
"Read it." Is all I can manage to say. She shakes her head.
"It's your mother's, Harry. I'd feel like I was invading her personal thoughts."
"She's dead." I say, rather emotionlessly. I can't stand her sympathy anymore, so I head to our bedroom, leaving her looking at me stunned.
She comes in a half hour later in tears and hugs me. She blubbers about something or other. I'm not really paying attention at this point. All I do is hug her back and stare at a spot on the wall. It feels better this way: emotionless. Maybe it's shock that's making me this way. We fall asleep over the covers with Ginny's head resting in my arms, her eyes swollen from crying.
Albus' POV
Jamie looked at me angrily.
"It's not right to disrespect dead people, Albus Severus; especially dad's parents."
"It's true!" I protest. "I read it in grand-ma's diary. That's what it said."
"I don't believe you." Jamie always believes me. It hurts to think that my own brother doesn't believe me. James looks at me now worriedly as my face falls.
"Is it really true?" He asks hesitantly. I nod quickly.
"I can show you the pictures. Dad left them here." I grab the cracked box and fetch the picture of grand-ma Lily and... him. I hand it to Jamie. He looks at the picture and his eyes widen.
"Whoah." He looks up at me and then at the picture.
"He looks like you." I roll my eyes.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you."
"Well, why didn't you show me this in the first place?"
"I didn't really think about it." I say sheepishly. Jamie takes the pictures and delicately puts it on his desk. He takes out a picture of me and him playing outside and puts the older one in the picture frame. He smiles at it.
"There. Now we have a picture of grand-ma and grand-pa." Once he has the facts he's a lot more accepting then I am. I envy him for that.
"Night Jamie." Jamie is still looking at the picture frame.
"Night Alby." I shut the light off. James is still staring at the frame in wonder.
Harry POV
Morning comes, and I look out the window at the beautiful day. I love summer. I smile. I try to push Ginny on to her pillow. Then I notice the diary, still clutched in her hands. I had forgotten about it. There's suddenly a heavy weight over my chest and I can't breathe. I need to leave. By the time I'm out the door of my home I'm hyperventilating. Albus runs out the door after me.
"Dad!" He yells out. He's got his coat half way on.
"Wait up!" He says.
"No, Al, stay home. I need time to think." He looks hurt.
"Oh." He says.
"Look Alby, I won't be gone for long, I just need to be alone for a bit, okay?" He nods dejectedly. I turn around, ready to apparate.
"Wait!" He says, and I turn back around.
"Yes?" I say rather annoyed now.
"I know that they're dead, but isn't there a portrait of him in the headmaster's office?" I notice he says him, instead of his name. I know he's afraid to say his name, so am I. I sigh, I'd thought about this earlier, but it wasn't the same.
"The portrait isn't him Alby. He can't answer my questions." He looks up sadly at me.
"Oh." He turns around and starts walking back home.
"This sucks." I hear him mumble. I can't help but agree with him. I turn away from my home, my family and apparate to the first place that comes to mind.
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