I looked at my old nemesis. He was right, Eden being here changed everything, I will not go back to a world where I have to fight and die for a cause that has been forced upon me. I won't leave my son and I won't fight for a cause and put my son in danger either. Screw Dumbledore and his war, I will not be a saviour Eden comes first. I held Voldemort's gaze for a few seconds then looked away. Eden started wiggling in my arms.

"Daddy! Strawberry please Daddy!" Eden said. I set him on top of the kitchen counter and he sat there swinging his legs happily. I busied myself with making his drink I could feel Voldemort's eyes watching me. I hated that he was here near my son but I tried to act normally, Eden was incredibly perceptive for his age and could pick up on when I was on edge or upset with ease. Normally I would encourage my son to be empathetic to other but at this moment I cursed this talent.

"Daddy?" I looked round to find my son watching me. He pointed to my head. I reached up to find blood on the back of my head where it had hit the wall.

"Daddy, you're hurt," I walked over to my son who immediately threw his arms round my neck.

"Hey, don't worry daddy's ok, promise,"

Eden lifted his head up form its spot on my chest. "Promise Daddy?" He said looking at me with his sea green eyes – a combination of mine and his mother's.

"I promise little man," he gave a small sigh and snuggled back to my chest. "Tired?" I asked him. I felt him nod. Placing him back on the counter I reached over and got his milkshake thing, picking him up in my arms again I stated to walk towards the living room. I turned towards Voldemort.

"Would you like to come through," I hated that I had to treat him as if he were a guest however with my son in my arms I had no other choice. He looked at me and nodded. My living room was small. A 36 inch TV in one corner with a fake fireplace in the centre of the wall and a bookcase next to it. On the opposite wall there was a sofa covered in cushions and blankets and there was also an armchair. Eden's toys littered the floor; the TV having finished playing Merlin was now showing the national lottery show. Picking some toys off the armchair I gestured for Voldemort to sit in it whist I sat on the sofa. Eden rested his head on my lap with his body draped over the sofa. I took his drink ff of him and covered hi up with a blanket. I knew he would be asleep soon. When that happened all these pretences and niceties between myself and Voldemort would end.

"When did this happen?" Voldemort asked.

"Eden was born about two years after I left, before I turned eighteen,"

"Why did you leave Potter?"

"That is not my name,"

"Really?" he said with a smirk. I bristled, Eden was asleep,

"Excuse me one moment," I said picking him up to take to bed. "Oh and try not to commit any murders whilst you wait, it really does annoy my landlord,"

I stood outside my living room and rested my head on the wall. Thankfully my son was in bed and safe for the moment. But that didn't mean I was.

I walked back in. Voldemort sneered at me. I felt sick, way was this man here!

"Are you going to kill me?" I blurted, unable to stomach the tension.

"I was, however I do not think that it will be pleasant for your son to find your corpse,"

"Then what,"

"Well, Mister Potter..."

"That is not my name,"

"Excuse me?

"I am not Harry Potter anymore; do you see anything of him in this house? No this is my new life now, I HAVE A NEW NAME IT'S Evan. Remember it "I snapped.

"Manners... Evannnn, I must admit that I prefer it to Harry,"

"What are you going to do?"

"Well...Evan...I have this problem, according to the prophecy you are the one who can kill me so naturally I must take steps to prevent this," he stops as I bark a laugh.

"Something funny Evan,"

"You believe a prophecy told by Sybil Trelawney at the request of Albus Dumbledore, because there I absolutely no way that he could have faked that and he would have no reason to do that at all would he?"

"You surprise me Evan; you actually have a brain,"

"So you agree,"

"It is ...plausible," I accepted that, it was the closest he would come to admitting that I had a point.

"Anyway I am no longer a threat even if I wanted to be, "

"What does that mean," I looked at him. Then I walked over to my bookshelf and took down box that was on the top shelf out of Eden's reach. I passed it over to Voldemort.

He opened it, the pulled out three pieces of wood.

"This is..."

"My wand" I finished.

"Why would you snap your wand?"

"I wanted to cut all ties with the magical world,"

He looked at me shocked. For a wizard a wand was an extension of the body. It was another limb and if it were broken it was like somebody chopping your hand off. My snapping my wand was a mark of finality, a commitment to leaving the magical world.

Voldemort stood up.

"What, what are you doing?"

"Evan, I am going to give my followers the news that Harry Potter is no more. As for what I will do with you, we'll I will be in touch," He apperated away.

I sank to the floor, I wasn't dead! I'll admit, I was more than a little shocked when I realised this. But it was a good kind of shock.

I decided to go to bed. It was early yes; however I would only be replaying everything in my mind over and over again if I stayed up. To be honest I didn't want to be in that room. The darkness outside and the presence of Voldemort had made the room feel dark and foreboding. I unplugged my laptop and went through to my room stopping in on Eden first. There was a beanbag next to his little bed and I sat down on it. I put my head in my hands and tried to relax. No use, I was hyper alert and on edge.

My son was fast asleep. As I looked at him I could see that it was hard to believe that he was mine. He didn't look like me that much. His eyes were a sea blue- a combination between blue and my own green, his hair was a dark brown. A cross between my own black and his mother's which was a chestnut colour. But we had the same shaped faces. Eden has a very happy nature. He was outgoing, clever but was always smiling. He made friends easily. He was very much different to the child that I had been at that age.

I just sat there watching him dream. He was smiling and kept tossing and turning. I must have made a noise or something because his little voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Daddy?" His voice was confused and heavy with sleep.

"Shush I'm here," I said stroking his hair. He sleepily raised his arms to me and I picked him up realising that he wanted a hug.

"Daddy, I stay with you a night?" He mumbled against my shoulder.

"Sure, come on then," I was glad that he asked. I wanted him near me tonight. The visit had set me on edge and I couldn't settle. I turned off Eden's night light and shut his door before walking into my room. I peeled back the covers and set him down before cleaning my teeth and getting into my own pyjamas. When I got in bed Eden curled himself around me and I feel asleep with him cuddled to my chest.

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I awoke to Eden tapping my shoulder. He was peering down at me with a goofy smile on his face and his hair sticking up in all directions. I pretended to growl and stuck my head under my pillow. I heard him giggle and then he pulled the pillow away.

"Raaarr," I pretend growled then pulled me on the bed and started to tickle him.

"Daddy!" he shirked laughing. "Daddy... stop! DADDY!" I raised my hand in surrender then pulled him close for a hug. He was still laughing. That was how I started that day, with a smile on my face.

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I was stood in the kitchen making breakfast. I heard the pitter patter of little feet behind me.

"Daddy, what is for breakfast," asked Eden as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Toast and jam for you," ~It was his favourite.

As I was finished making his toast the doorbell rang "One sec," I called. I sat Eden at the table and put his plate in front of him. The doorbell rang, more insistently this time "One minute!" I shouted.

I walked towards the door muttering about callers at uncivilized hours. Fully ready to have a go at the person on the other side of the door for ruining my nice peaceful Sunday morning I swung the door open.

Ron and Hermione were on the other side of it. I froze in shock. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" I blurted.

The next thing I knew I was seeing stars as Hermione smacked me around the face. She then threw her arms around me. I stepped back quickly. I didn't want her to touch me. Merlin knows they were only here on Dumbledore's orders. She looked hurt but I didn't care.

"Harry..."

"That is not my name," I interrupted. "My name is Evan."

"Why, what ...we don't understand. Harry..." I stiffened. "Evan then, why did you leave. Do you have any idea what it did to everybody?"

"Frankly to me that is done with but if you really want to have this conversation I would suggest continuing it inside rather than on the landing," I looked at them. I pointed to their wands. "And you can put those away before you step one foot inside here,"

"Err why?" asked Hermione.

"Do it and you will see," I replied cryptically. I didn't want Eden around them if they were using magic. I didn't want him to have any connection to that world.

They put their wands away so I gestured for them to come in. They did. I let them walk ahead of me into the kitchen where I heard a loud gasp and a little voice shouting "Daddy!"

I walked in, Hermione was looking distinctly unimpressed and Ron looked shocked. Eden looked put out and as soon as I walked in he ran to me. Picking him up I muttered soothing words in his ear.

"What the hell is this?" demanded Hermione. I looked at her coldly. My son was not a 'this'

"Let me introduce you to my son Eden," They both gaped

"Eden go get dressed we are going out today,"

"Okay," he ran out of the room.

"Are you going to explain this then?" Hermione spat

"How did you find me?" I said coldly

"I'm waiting for an explanation," said Hermione.

"Seeing as I'm an adult I don't have to give you one. In fact I'm wondering why I'm letting you in this flat at all."

"I just meant..." started Hermione.

"Save it, you think you can walk in here and find me as I was seven years ago? Really, did you think I would run into your arms? No I am a parent; I have a new life, a son a normal job. I haven't used magic in over seven years and I don't regret it. You told me all I needed to know when you referred to my son as 'this',"

"You can't leave us, the war, Dumbledore needs you."

"I would help that old git if hell were freezing g over," the was an audible gasp at this, "It was never my war and if you think I'm dragging my son into a war then think again"

"Harry...sorry Evan please listen to yourself you are obviously enchanted," She began to take her wand out.

"That's it get out,"

"What no please," I pointed her to the door. Turning to Ron I saw he was standing there impassively.

"Ron come on..." I hadn't a problem with Ron he hadn't said a word or done anything. I watched as he shook his head and Hermione stormed out. I was glad.

I looked at Ron

"Questions,"

"Some, though I must say that is one lovely kid you've got," I smiled

"Thanks,"

"Where's the mum?"

"Didn't want anything to do with him,"

"Ahh sorry," I shrugged.

"Coffee?" I asked

"Sure."

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