Author's Note: I do not own any of the characters in this story that J.K Rowling created herself. I only own the ones I create which I haven't so far. So I hope you like it and enjoy. Please do review, I'd love to read your input!

When morning rolled around Harry was the first one up or so he thought as he walked into the living room. James was curled up on the couch with a book. His youngest son loved to read for a very young age.

He sat beside his son "Sleep better last night?"

James looked up "No, not really. I was afraid he would come back."

"Do you want anything for breakfast? I can make you anything you want. Eggs, toast, French toast, or pancakes?" Harry tried to avoid talking about his son's dream for now and try to get James not to worry.

James got up and sat at the counter across from his father. "Just some scrambled eggs and toast please."

Harry made eggs for James and left some extra out for the rest of the family when they got up. Ginny soon walked into the kitchen and smiled to see her son eating and her husband washing the pan that he used. She never got sick of the sight of her youngest son and her husband bonding.

James looked just like Harry and Lily looked just like Ginny. Albus looked like both of them; Harry's hair color and Ginny's eyes. All three were very special to her and she loved them all the same just as Harry does.

James ate his breakfast quietly not talking. He couldn't get his dream out of his head. His father told him not long ago about what happened throughout his life. James knew about his father's parents and how they died, about everyone he lost and about Lord Voldemort himself.

So the dream about Voldemort scared him because he didn't want to lose his father to preparing for the next fight with Voldemort if he came back.

James looked down at his plate and pushed it away. Harry looked at his son "Not hungry anymore son?"

He shook his head "Can I talk to you alone dad?"

"Sure, let's go talk in your room."

Harry and James walked to the room quietly both sitting down when they reached the bed. James didn't talk first; he didn't know what to say.

Harry knew that James wanted to talk about the dream and he hoped he had the right thing to say. He didn't want to scare his son or make him upset.

"Did you have the dream again son?"

"No, but it's still bothering me. If Voldemort is dead how can he come in my dreams?"

Harry ran his hand through his hair "Sometimes things that you've seen before you can have dreams or nightmares about. It's just your mind telling you of what it remembers."

James thought for a moment "But I've never seen what he looks like, so how can my mind show me in my dreams?"

Harry was afraid that James might say that, he didn't really know what to say about it and he didn't have an answer. "I'm not entirely sure about that one." He touched his son's shoulder to try and calm him down.

"Should I be worried about the dream?"

He smiled down at his son "No I don't think you should be worried about anything. Nothing bad will happen to you I promise I won't let it. You're safe and loved." He got up and walked to the door.

"Dad?"

"Yes, James?" He turned around looking back at his son.

James looked at his hands "Are you worried?"

Harry's stomach turned "No, I'm not worried." And with that he walked out of his room closing the door. Harry didn't like lying to his son. He hated it and it hurt him to do it, but it was either say that he was worried or tell him he wasn't. And Harry knew that if he said he was worried that James would worry to and he didn't want that.

Harry looked at the pictures on the wall of his family, Ron and Hermione's family, and of people most important to him, alive and dead. He thought about how he lost so much because of Voldemort and if he was back Harry would not just let him get to his son so easily in his dreams.

He knew he had to do something, so he decided to talk to Ginny and go off and find answers. To go and try to protect his family. And Harry knew where he needed to go first. To see Ron and Hermione.