James sat silently on the couch, looking out the adjacent window, watching the teaming rain soak the castle grounds.

He still couldn't believe what Luna had said about his father being a hero. Sure, he knew his dad was a pretty good wizard; being an Aurror and everything, but James never would have thought that Harry had saved the entire wizarding world years before his own birth.

But it wasn't this shocking news that caused James to remain sleepless while his siblings and cousins slumbered away in the hidden spot behind the couch.

Why did he never tell me? James thought to himself for what felt like the millionth time. I'm his son…

It felt like a betrayal, a slap in the face from his hero. James had always thought his dad trusted him one hundred percent; the two were very close.

Flashback

It was nearing midnight, but James wasn't the least bit tired. He had just celebrated his eleventh birthday that day, and was now sitting on his bed, flipping through his new Quidditch book that his Uncle Charlie had gotten him. His mother had told him to go to bed an hour ago, so James had to remain quiet, as to not alert her that he was still awake.

Finishing up a section about techniques for catching a Snitch quicker, James heard a knock at his door, and his father stepped into the room.

"Oh hi dad," James said, scrambling to get under the covers. "I was just getting to bed-"

Harry smiled knowingly at his son. "James, your mother's asleep, you don't have to pretend anymore."

James grinned.

"Anyways," Harry continued, sitting down at the foot of the bed. "I've got your present."

"But I thought you already gave it to me," James said, settling down next to Harry. "You got me that broomstick servicing kit."

"I know, I know," Harry said. "But this is something extra." He handed James a package.

Tearing the wrapping off, James revealed a large cloak.

"A cloak?" James questioned, examining the cloak. "Um, thanks dad."

"Try it on," Harry told him.

Obeying, James stood up, and threw the cloak over his shoulders.

"It's pretty big," James commented. "I kinda drags on the-" he stopped in mid-sentence as he caught sight of himself in the mirror; or rather his floating head, for the rest of his body was invisible.

"Wow!" James said in awe as he continued to stare at his floating head. "I'm invisible!"

Harry chuckled. "It's an invisibility cloak. It belonged to my father, and he got it from his father- basically it's been in our family for a long time."

"Whoa," James said, taking off the cloak, feeling a great deal of respect towards his father. "Thanks dad!"

James simply did not understand why his father had been willing to trust him with that invisibility cloak, and not with his early triumphs.

Suddenly, James heard footsteps coming down the boys' staircase. He turned to see Harry coming into the common room.

"Oh, you're still up," Harry said, spotting James. He quickly stashed a piece of parchment into his pocket.

"I was just going to sleep," James said, slowly rising from the couch.

"Hold on," Harry said.

"What?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I need you to tell me some stuff about the future."

AN- Yah, I know, short chapter. But hey, first week of summer  So I should have the next chapter up in a few weeks, I'm working on it right now. I hoped you enjoyed!