WEDNESDAY, JULY 24 1991:

HARRY POV

Many bizarre things have happened to me, like me having read more than a 1000 books and also being able to recollect most of what I've read or the fact that my muscle strength is far greater than it should be for an 11-year-old. There are many more, which could take hours to list down all of them. Even then I never thought there was a chance of this happening at all. Whenever I thought about my parents I assumed that they either abandoned me or were really dead like my Aunt and Uncle keep insisting. Either way, I never imagined that there would come a day when my parents would just pop up suddenly.

I think I am getting a bit ahead of myself. After all, there's still the possibility that he may not be my father. If he is not, my father that is, then why would he pretend? A prank by my relatives? No, neither my uncle nor my aunt, are the kind of people who are capable of planning an elaborate prank that involves hiring someone to act as my father. There's also the fact that such a thing would require them to spend money. So definitely not my relatives.

In that case, I can't think of anyone else who would pay him to pretend to be my father. Also, there's not much to be gained by pretending in the case he's acting on his own. It all points to one obvious conclusion, but I still have my doubts. Is he really? My father that is. As I was musing over all this without giving a reply he, James Potter, was becoming visibly uncomfortable from the prolonged silence from me. A few more moments later he couldn't bear the silence anymore and began talking again.

" I know this must be hard for you to believe, but it is the truth; I really am your father." He tried once more to make me believe that it is the case.

I'm not quite sure how I should react to this situation. Should I be happy at having met my father at long last? Should I be outraged with him for abandoning me to live with the Dursleys? If I had the ability to express myself, I would have selected one of those possibilities.

"Okay..." I could not come up with a response other than that. From his perspective, it really should be strange. Well, if he knew of the environment in which I grew it wouldn't be that strange.

"I realise this may be difficult for you to digest, and I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me. I also have quite a lot to tell you." Is it difficult for me to understand? Yes, to some extent, but probably not to the extent he imagines it to be. Questions? I have only one. That too, is more of my curiosity.

" That is quite a shocking revelation to not have questions about" So what if I don't have any questions? He doesn't have to know about that.

"Even when you say it's a shocking revelation, I don't see any such expression on your face?" He did note the weirdness of my apathetic expression since this talk began, as I had suspected, as well as my lack of conversation skills.

"I have difficulty expressing myself." It's pointless to lie to him about this. At the same time, there is no need to tell him of the cause behind it.

"Hard time expressing yourself? ... We'll get to that later, but for now, how about I answer any questions you have and explain our family's situation?" He undoubtedly wanted to further look into my issue, but he likely didn't want to ruin our relationship before it had started. Also, what does he mean by the situation of our family? He must be referring to his side of the family because if there was a big family on mother's side, Aunt Petunia surely would have visited them at least once.

" Sure, but how about we go to the neighbouring park and speak over there?" I make a suggestion to him. From all the times my relatives had mentioned my parents, I was able to conclude that they disliked them. In that scenario, it's best not to be in the house, with a man supposedly father until everything is clear.

"Park? Sure, if that's where you feel most at ease. "How far is it from here?" He agreed to it quickly enough.

"It's roughly a five-minute walk from here." We were then on our way to the park.

We were soon at the park, sitting on one of the park benches, both waiting for the other to speak first. The silence became unbearable after a while.

" So you wanted to tell me something?" I spoke up first to get the conversation going. He looked up abruptly, as if he was only now realising he was with me.

"Didn't you mention you have questions?" He inquired of me.

"I do, but I believe it would be better if you explained what you intended to do first. In that scenario, perhaps some of the questions will be answered before I ever ask them." I have no intention of being the first one to discuss things.

" If you're sure. Well, in that case, I better rip off the bandage." His tone suggested that he was about to reveal some big secret that's being kept hidden at all costs. Like something that would drastically change my life. Well, I don't think that's gonna be the case.

" What I'm about to tell you is the truth. Please don't assume for a second that I'm joking ok?" Wow, he surely is all fired up. What's he gonna tell? His side of the family is involved in the underworld? Or was I his illegitimate son, whom he had to abandon? After all, those aren't impossible. There's always a possibility.

" Yeah, I won't." If he's this serious then he really wouldn't be joking.

" Harry, in the world I live in the one you will soon be a part of... Magic exists." To prove his point, he moved his right hand, causing a pebble from the floor to rise up into the air.

In my 11 years of life, I've not been wrong many times. Now I wish I had been, since it would have prepared me for this to some measure.

Sorry, for the late and short chapter guys. There are many reasons behind this. Worry not I'll not bore you with all those needless things.

Wish you all a Happy and Prosperous New Year.

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