You Will Always Come Home

You Will Always Come Home

This is a story that I have tried to write for a VERY long time, please read and review!!!! May be a bit boring at first, but it gets really good.

Harry Potter, a famous, yet ordinary, name. Harry Potter, a name that many look upon with great happiness and success, but few look with hate and remorse. Everyone pictured Harry to be the fabled hero who would come and save him or her from the hurt and pain. Harry alone knew who he really was. Harry thought himself nothing, an orphan, until he was eleven, but even then many bad and good things happened to him.

Harry had been raised by muggles. Muggles are never truly liked by many wizards, but Harry was raised by the worst kind. Harry's upbringing always points the person to the dark side, but Harry's past pushed him to stay on the right side. Harry only wanted to kill Voldemort for his parents' deaths and the deaths of so many others.

Many will always love Harry Potter and many will always think him as the fabled hero who so graciously would give his life for the well being of his people. Many think Harry died in his fight to revenge Voldemort for all the hurt he caused himself and so many others. Everyone knows Voldemort is dead because of all the death eaters in Azkaban who are still in shock even after fifteen years.

This story is about whether Harry Potter, our fabled hero, is truly dead or is just living his life away from the public eye.

* * *

About fifteen years ago the wizarding world lost a very important person, and the muggle world found an amnesiac. In a remote town, a son and father were out fishing when they noticed a body on the far end of the shore. A young man of about 17 or 18 was half dead his body mangled and bleeding badly.

That young man could only remember one name and that was James. No one knows why, but he remembered that name. About three months after being in the hospital James Harrison left the hospital with only memories of being in a hospital.

* * *

Today James lives with his wife and five kids ages ranging from ten to four. His eldest daughter is ten and her name is Fiona Ava. Fiona was very responsible with helping her parents with her younger brothers and sisters. Christopher Douglas was the youngest at four.

James's wife is very helpful and loving to her husband. She takes good care of him and dismisses his bouts of saying weird and unreal things. James has some memory loss of certain things that are just a little worse than his wife. He tends to forget basic things such as putting his pants on and so on and so forth.

* * *

Layna Vien was one of the nurses from the local high schools and she helped in James's physical therapy. Layna was training to be a nurse and the hospital was giving the high school students an inside look at working in a hospital.

Layna and James dated each other off and on for four years, and on Christmas Eve of '02 James proposed to Layna. Layna and James had a small wedding on February 5, 2003. Two months later Layna found out she was pregnant, and the newlyweds were ecstatic. James couldn't get enough of the fact that he was going to be a daddy.

On January 2, 2004, two weeks late, Fiona Ava decided to make an appearance. After Fiona, James and Layna decided they wanted more children, and in August of '05 Layna found out she was having triplets. James and Layna were quite shocked, but excited just as much. On March 29, 2006, Lily Aubriana, Danyella Marie, and Damion Lee, made the Harrison household double in size.

Christopher Douglas is what Lily likes to call the "Euro-Disney" souvenir. The summer of '09 the family went to Euro-Disney in France, and two months later Layna found out she was pregnant. Christopher, however, had been conceived the month before they went to Euro-Disney, Layna just didn't have the usual bouts of morning sickness. Christopher Douglas was born on February 6, 2010.

Despite their large family, James and Layna are probably more in love than they were before they had children, but their lives would be changing in a large way soon.

* * *

James had gotten a job at a big real estate company in Avig, Maine, their hometown, and the place where he'd been taken for treatment. Just recently a big drill company in England had bought out his work. His company had started sending workers over to England, or been laying people off. James, however, had been a great idealist and they decided that moving him to England would put his natural leading skills out there on the field.

James would be working first hand with some of the big people in Grunnings Drill Company, mostly known as GDC. One of the people he would be working with the most is the vice president, Mr. Vernon Dursley. (A/N: HEE HEE! Yes, I am evil)

* * *

"Daddy, why do we have to move to England?" Christopher asked for the hundredth time in the past week.

"Because that's where Daddy's job's at," James told his young son.

"Oh," said Christopher. Christopher was quite a serious four-year old sometimes, and it bugged his older siblings half to death.

James and Layna would have to move by March of '15, so they decided to leave right after Christmas. They needed time to get the kids into school, so they chose the longest school break.

The older children were very upset with their parent's choice, but Layna and James decided to move because James would be making almost triple of what he usually made, and they would have a house and car paid by the company, and Layna would be able to be a home mom. James knew that this would be a very big move for his family because they would be moving to a completely different country. James and Layna, both, had to take lessons on how you drive in England since their passenger and driver sides are switched.

* * *

"Kids, get everything you want for the plane ride. It's a twelve hour flight!" Layna yelled upstairs where kids were getting the last of their stuff packed.

They would be on a three-hour flight to Greenland, switch planes and get on a nine-hour non-stop flight to Little Whinging, Surrey at eleven at night. Layna and James had a bag with several books to read and other odds and ends.

"Mom, Lily won't give me my CD!" Danyella yelled from her and Lily's room.

"Lily, give your sister her CD!" Layna yelled back.

The girls fell silent again, and Layna went back to checking her "Things-to-Pack" list.

* * *

Fiona was busy getting all her friends addresses and phone numbers into one phone book. She hadn't been talking to her father for the past month. She could tell her father was very angry about their not speaking, but knew there was nothing he could do. She had to move halfway into the last year of grade school for her, and she had tons of plans of what she wanted to do for the rest of the year.

There was just too much to do and she was very frustrated. She and her dad had always been very close because they very alike in so many ways. Looks were different because James had brown hair and eyes, but they both wore glasses and were the only ones, but Fiona had blue-green eyes that would get very green when she was mad or upset, and dark brown hair that would turn black during the winter. Lately, her eyes had been greener and her hair was almost jet-black.

James and Fiona both had a very weird sense of humour but could crack each other up with what seemed to be their own personal joke. Fiona had a very defined personality, and she differed greatly from her siblings. Lily, Damion, and Danyella all had their own very different personality, and tried very hard to make show.

* * *

Lily had dark red hair that looked like one of the lilies in their mother's garden, and that's where they came up with her name, and she was very fair-skinned with bright green eyes that didn't quite look natural. Danyella had thick brownish-blonde hair and light blue eyes, and so did Damion.

Christopher was the oddball he had sandy-blonde hair that had a bit of red in it with baby blue eyes. His sisters loved his thick hair and had fun trying to do stuff with it, but the boys both got their father's unruly hair gene, and their hair was always a mess. The girls had wavy hair, except Danyella, she had curly hair with big curls.

* * *

"C'mon girls it's time to get up," Layna nudged Lily and Danyella. "You both have an hour to finish packing and get ready since we're running late."

Lily and Danyella, both bleary-eyed, made their way to their bathroom to get ready. Layna had been up for an hour getting herself and most of the stuff done getting packed. She had gone to bed too late, and turned off her alarm without waking up that morning. James, luckily, is an early riser so they only got an hour late start.

The whole morning was everyone hurrying with getting he or she ready, packing, and getting breakfast. James and Layna were making sure each child had what they needed and hadn't forgotten anything. In about an hour everyone was finally ready, and the Harrison's said good-bye to their old home.

* * *

On the half-hour drive to the airport no one really spoke. Layna and James kept quiet and had their own conversations in their minds. The kids were still bleary-eyed, and they had the look of contempt on their faces for their parents moving them away from their home and to a completely new country.

Before they knew it they were putting their stuff in the places above their heads, and fastening their seatbelts for their ride to a completely different life.

* * *

On the plane James ended up sitting on the edge of his family and right next to an Englishman. In some weird way whenever the man would talk James's thoughts would become more accented like that. It freaked James out a bit, and made think about the past he never knew again in almost ten years.

Everyone slept a bit, and did his or her things. Before they re-boarded they stopped at an airport deli and got everyone something to eat. Everyone slept after they got onto the nine-hour flight. That is, everyone but James. Since they had first gotten on the flight, and heard the Englishman next to them. James had been pondering about his previous life.

Right after he'd been woken up James had completely no idea who he was, where he was, why he was there, or even a word. He had horrible English, and kept trying to speak in French, Russian, or some other strange language that involved a lot of grunting. (A/N: sorry but I was having fun, and imagine Harry speaking Troll!!) James would think in English, but his words came out mixed in all different languages, but there were times when he would only speak one of them.

He could tell he puzzled the doctors quite a bit with his language barrier, but his wounds were even worse. He looked as thought he'd been kid-napped, and just beaten bloody for weeks. He had puncture wounds, burns, and places where his skin had been sliced off. But what puzzled doctors the most was an awful burn that had the shape of a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth on the underside part of his underarm.

He had two months of physical therapy, and sometimes he still needed more. He had to learn to dress himself, walk, run, and use his hands, but he still shocked doctors with how quickly he grabbed it. They also felt he needed to be tested for intelligence. He did well on all the state exams all the students had to take to graduate, so they enrolled him into the local college. A tutor came by once a day to teach him.

James ended up going to college with Layna, and that was when they really began to notice each other. After that, James almost never thought of his past, and thought only of his future with his wife and children.

Soon James got so caught up in his thoughts he dozed off to sleep.

* * *

Layna was woken up by one of the stewardesses, and slowly began nudging her family, and telling them to wake up, or we'll leave you on the plane. The kids were all bleary-eyed, and Layna could see Christopher waking his dad up. All the kids were putting their stuff back into their bags, and braced themselves for lay before them even though they didn't like it.

Before they had ever said yes to move there, they had gotten information about where they might be living, and which house. The only problem was they would not get their own car for a week or so. They had ten suitcases with stuff for a week until all the rest if their stuff would be coming later.

They only had a few problems getting through customs, but after that they had smooth sailing. They rented one of those U-Hauls so they could put their large stuff into the back, and so everyone could be able to fit into the car.

They ended up getting a bit lost on their way to their new house. James ended having to ask about directions to Begonia Gardens. It took them a while to find Dahlia Lane, but they made all right there. Finally they stopped in front of number eight Dahlia Lane, and started putting stuff up.

After they finished, they realized how small their new house was, and the faces on the kids hurt a bit. Their old house was a bit larger than this one. Fiona had been able to have her own room, but now she would have to share a room with her sisters. After everyone put all their stuff into their rooms, they changed into their pyjamas, inflated four inflatable mattresses and went to bed.

* * *

The next day everyone slept in, and just kind of lazed around all day. Layna had been able to hook up their phone, and called for take-out. Lily and Danyella had been on edge with each other most of the day.

For about a week no one left the house except their dad to enroll to kids into the local school. James had a few problems with his social security number, but everything came out fine. Lately James had noticed that he had been starting to speak with an English accent, but it was a bit vague, and not very obvious.

* * *

As soon as the kids had started school, everyone started getting into a routine. Layna stayed home and arranged the house, and painted the kids rooms. She also got Damion enrolled into the local football (soccer) team, Fiona and Lily into a gymnastics class, and Danyella in a karate class.

Layna soon got bored with being at home all the time, and decided to substitute for the school system. Layna was rarely called in, but it gave her something to do.

After living in Little Whinging for almost a month, James's boss invited their family over for dinner at their house. They insisted on bringing the children, but they were worried about Fiona. Ever since they first decided to move she'd been making quite a few weird things happen. It had been getting worse now since if you just tweaked her a bit somehow your hair would turn green or you couldn't move and a lot of other weird things.

James and Layna decided to put it behind them, and told Fiona to please hold anything back. James told his family that Mr. Dursley was like a grandfather. Mr. Dursley was finishing his work, and increasing his retirement funds so he could retire happily. James told the triplets to please not finish each other sentences, and keep on your best behaviour. James was quite nervous about the dinner because his co-workers told him that when that happens most guys get a promotion.

* * *

The night of the dinner came, and tensions were a bit high. James got a bit lost looking for the Dursleys house. They lived in one of the nicer areas of the same neighbourhood. They had a few problems finding four Privet Drive since it was a bit hidden. When the Harrisons finally made it to the Dursleys, James took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A large, elderly man opened the door. He had a spot where his hair had fallen out, but had the largest moustache. Behind him was his wife, Mrs. Dursley, she had the face of a horse and a very long neck.

"Hello Mr. Harrison, nice to see you came," Mr. Dursley said, " please, come in, come in."

The Harrisons made their way into the Dursley's house. "Mr. Dursley, I would like you to meet my wife, Layna, my eldest daughter Fiona," Mr. Dursley's eyes got a bit big when he saw Fiona, but it went away. "The triplets Lily, Danyella, and Damion, and our four-year-old Christopher."

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had a few strange looks on their faces when they saw Lily and Fiona, but it passed quickly.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Mrs. Dursley asked.

"No thanks, but thanks," James said, his nerves a bit more on edge.

"Well, we have a play room that was our son's when he was a kid. The children may go upstairs and play in there, so us adults may talk," Mr. Dursley offered.

"Sure, uh, which room?" Fiona asked, voicing her siblings' opinion.

"Upstairs, first room on the left," Mrs. Dursley said.

The children then headed upstairs except Christopher. He was feeling nervous in the room, and wanted to stay with his parents. The children had their fun upstairs, and the adults talked about different things.

"So James, where did you all live before you came to England?" Mr. Dursley asked.

"Avig, Maine, back in the states," James replied.

"Ah, was it nice there?" Mrs. Dursley asked.

"Oh yes, Layna and I both grew up there, but the winters were fierce," James said, feeling a bit less uncomfortable, but getting a very weird vibe he wasn't really welcome.

"Petunia and I were both thinking of going to the states sometime," Mr. Dursley said.

"The best place you'd want to go is all over the country. There are quite a few things to do there," Layna said.

"Well how about dinner?" Mrs. Dursley said. "Should I get the children?"

"Nah, I'll get them, and where's you bathroom?" Layna said, already starting to head to the stairs.

"Right across the hall from the kids room," Mr. Dursley said.

"Thanks," and Layna disappeared up the stairs.

Layna went up the stairs, but took a wrong turn and stumbled into a different room. It was quite a small room with quite a bit of dust on everything. The room looked as though it hadn't been used in a while, and whoever used it before had left in a hurry. Layna's curiosity overcame her and she just had to take a look around.

There was a lumpy bed in the corner of the room still unmade. On the wall on top of the pillow was a hand-made calendar of July and August. At the foot of the bed there was a trunk. On the end of the trunk were the initials HP. Layna opened the trunk carefully hoping that it wouldn't squeak. Inside there were some clothes that looked like robes of some kind. On one of the robes there was an emblem with a lion and the letter G on it.

Layna dug further and found a piece of paper that looked kind of like some kind of parchment. Layna turned it over and there looked to be a picture resembling her husband. Layna took all her self might not to scream. The picture looked like him when she first met him after he'd completely healed, except he had more of Fiona's traits. He had on one of those uniforms that were in the trunk, and looked very different. Layna stuck the picture into her pocket, and hurried into the kids' room, and said dinner was ready.

* * *

After dinner, which was baked chicken with baked potatoes and lots of vegetables, Mr. And Mrs. Dursley bid them good-bye, and the Harrisons left.

The kids dozed off in the van on the way home, but Fiona stayed up staring out the window at all the identical houses. One thing she hated about this new neighbourhood was that all the houses had the same build, but theirs had been one of the newly built ones, and they were built differently.

Fiona had been thinking a lot lately. She had been doing a lot of weird things lately, and it had been scaring her a lot. It was very weird. Whenever someone would make her angry, they would somehow disappear, have a different hair colour or something else. She was frightened and hoped there was some way it could be explained.

School had been okay and she was actually quite popular. Many of the girls were attracted to her because of her accent, but it was slowly fading away. She had noticed that her dad's Maine accent was already replaced by an English accent, and he had a very good one and spoke exactly how most English speak. He spoke with the ghastly, horrid, Mum, and that entire thing.

* * *

After they got home, the children went to bed, and Layna and James started getting ready for bed. Layna thought about the picture, and wondered if she should ask James about it. She was quite nervous. She wondered if all the unreal things he mumbled about in his sleep were true. Layna decided to ask later when James wasn't so tense.

James had fallen asleep quickly, but Layna stayed up for a while, but soon she too fell asleep.

* * *

Layna awoke to James trashing the bed at around four in the morning. James was having another one of his strange dreams. Layna listened, and tried to hear if he was saying anything. For a while it was just mumbling, but then, quite clearly, he started saying 'Yes, aunt Petunia,' 'Yes, uncle Vernon.' Right then Layna started getting very worried, and decided to go on ahead and wake him up.

James sat up bolt upright, and had a weird far away look in his eyes.

"James, James! Are you all right?" Layna said urgently, getting frightened about her husband's reaction.

James looked around wildly, but eventually his breathing got under control. "Why'd you wake me up?" James asked after a while.

"You kept saying, 'aunt Petunia,' and 'uncle Vernon,' and it really scared me. Why were you saying it?" Layna said, getting a little over her own head.

"It was weird, I was in their house, but I, er, just kept doing these things. They always called me 'Boy' and there was a kid who looked a lot like Vernon just with blonde hair. It was just very weird, and I kept doing stuff like what Fiona keeps doing," James said, sweat dripping down his face.

Layna held her husband as he showed that one side of him that most men never show. James actually showed his often because he was still lost with his past, and it was obvious he really wanted to know who he was before the hospital.

* * *

That night was not the only night Layna and James had like that. After that night at the Dursleys, James started having a lot of the dreams he'd had when he'd first woken up fifteen years ago. After a few weeks, the dreams subsided, and everything went back to normal, or at least as normal as they get in the Harrison household. Fiona's weird happenings stopped, but every now and then they would be aroused. Before they had a chance to realize it, summer was on its way, and the Harrison kids had become, eleven, eight, and four. James was busy at work, and Layna had been called in to sub for a teacher the last four weeks of school because she was having a baby.

James was busy with GDC because his old real estate company had been very popular, and the owner had some very good architectural designs. He was busy setting out the designs into the field, and there had been several times when he'd gone to corporate headquarters in London for a few days. The Harrison household was busy getting school wrapped up, so they could begin summer.

* * *

Summer had been on for a week, and the kids were practically bathing in it. Fiona would go to her new friends houses to swim or just hang out. They had a community pool, so they were there much more often. Nothing out of the ordinary happened during the first week of summer, and the kids were enjoying themselves.

Soon everyone went into summer mode, but things were abruptly messed up when Fiona received a letter. The letter was mailed in a parchment envelope with green loopy writing that said:

Miss F. Harrison

8 Dahlia Lane

Little Whinging, Surrey

Second largest room, shared

James and Layna put it as a joke, but Fiona was curious. She really wanted to know what the letter said, and she had a right to know. Inside Fiona got something completely different that what she thought.

"I-I am a-a w-witch?" Fiona gasped her eyes going very green.

James and Layna were shocked, but just calmly, as they could, told her 'We knew it was a joke."

Fiona, however, wanted to know more, and she started sifting through the papers. She found a particularly different one than the others, and her eyes got even wider. "Mum, dad they have a night where they, er, reveal themselves and help us get supplies. PLEASE! PUH-LEEEEASE! Can we go?" Fiona asked pleading with all her heart.

James and Layna said fine, but tried once more to say that it was probably one of her friends many practical jokes. The meeting wasn't for another week, so the Harrisons put it in the back of their mind.

But James was worried. The letter explained clearly why Fiona did the things she did when she was angry or upset. But what concerned him the most was how, for some strange reason, a part of him was proud of his daughter. A part of him that he had never felt in a very long time. Like somewhere in the deep reaches in his mind that was still fighting to be found.

James started getting really nervous about taking his daughter to this meeting. He was afraid of what he might find, and how much it might affect his family. Layna, however, took it to be some kind of birthday one of their daughter's girlfriends was having. Layna kept saying he was being too protective, and that Fiona was going to grow up whether he liked or not.

* * *

"Mum, how long will it take us to drive to London?" Fiona asked from the back of their mini-van.

"About an hour honey, but we might run into traffic because London is very large you know," Layna explained.

The kids sat in the car not complaining or anything, but you could almost feel the tense anxiety in the van. The kids were nervous about what they may find, Fiona in particular. Fiona was ecstatic about going to this meeting. She knew in a weird way that the letter was true, but in the far reaches of her mind she was scared about what she may find out. She knew her parents were very nervous about it, especially her dad.

Her dad in some weirder way was scared and proud of her at the same time. Fiona knew about her father's strange history, and wanted just as much to know her father's heritage, and where his family came from. She wished he knew his parents, but because her father was still with them, she knew no one had really looked for him.

Before they knew it, James was parking in front of a rather dingy old pub. The family got out of the van, and made their way to another huge change in their lives.

Chapter Four: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

James had this really weird feeling looking at the old pub. He'd had the same feeling when they had gone to the Dursleys, but he tried hard to ignore it. The Harrisons made their into the pub, but found something completely opposite of what they expected.

Inside was full of chairs that were filling up with families. Some families had these blank stares on their faces like theirs, and some looked quite at home. James took his family to sit in a row right behind a family of redheads. (A/N: duh-dun duh-dun, jaws hee hee hee! The Weasleys or not?) The family was one of the ones who were quite at home, and weren't disturbed by the people in strange clothes or the candles in midair above them.

One of the children in front of them turned around and said, "Hi, I'm Jackson Weasley, and my whole family are witches and wizards. Who are you?"

"Fiona Harrison, so this really isn't a joke?" Fiona replied.

"Naw, I pretty much grew up here. Both my parents are a witch and wizard. So your family are all muggles, non-magic."

"I guess so, but I'm the oldest so my younger siblings might be."

James then noticed Fiona talking with the redheaded family in front of them, and hoped that maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"So why are you here if you already know you're a wizard?" Fiona asked quite curious.

"Mum's the one who created it, and helps the headmistress get here," Jackson explained.

"Oh, that makes sense," Fiona said.

Before Jackson and Fiona could finish their conversation, an elderly witch came in front of the small crowd. She said, " Now everyone quiet down, orientation starts now. Hello, I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts School. I am very pleased about the turn out of people. Now Professor Weasley will take over."

A woman sitting in the front then stood up. She had long bushy brown hair, and kind, strict brown eyes. "Hello, I am Professor Hermione Weasley, I teach transfiguration, and I'm deputy headmistress. Today parents will learn why their children make weird things happen when either he or she is either angry or upset."

Professor Weasley then pulled out a stick, and moved it or something. When she did it, a plate in front of her started floating. Right then many people gasped. Fiona just sat there in shock.

"Now your children won't be doing that immediately, but that's the first charm they will learn. Now I hope you all brought money for supplies," Professor Weasley said to her shocked audience. "Now we have created this orientation to tell you about some of the goings-on in the wizarding world.

"About eighteen years ago we were at war. A very dangerous wizard, Voldemort, had come back, and we were busy saving lives. At that time Albus Dumbledore, was the headmaster at Hogwarts, and he was the most talented wizard of modern times. Many people were killed in the war, but it has been over for fifteen years since the same boy who had almost put Voldemort into his grave when he was one. Put Voldemort right back into his grave, and made it twenty feet deep," Hermione said. "This young man also happened to be one of my best friends, Harry Potter.

"Harry was the reason the wizarding world got to rest for thirteen years, and he is also the reason that many of the people in this room right now are actually alive. Voldemort loved to torture muggles. He would send out his minions to have fun, and they would resort to ..." Hermione kept talking, but a person in the audience wasn't listening.

James was so into what this woman was saying; that he almost felt like what she had said was part of him. For some odd strange reason he suddenly remembered a flash of green light, and a very evil high-pitched scream. James was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't hear some people gasp as he stood up to leave and get some fresh air.

James didn't know what was going on until someone came out and said, "Sir, I know this is very strange to you, but it is the truth."

James turned to find the same woman who was in the pub. "No, ma'am its not that just something you wouldn't understand," and he left to go back to his family.

Hermione waited out there for a while. The man she just spoke to brought back tons of old memories of the times before Harry killed Voldemort. She had been doing orientation so many times now that she could just put herself into an unemotional mode whenever she spoke of him. After they found Voldemort, but no Harry. Hermione had confined herself to her room, and just wept, threw things, and let all her anger out.

Before Hermione could let herself dwell on the subject, she made her way back into the pub.

* * *

After their action-packed day of meeting wizards and such, the Harrisons left with four very sleepy children. Fiona, however, was on cloud nine, and could NOT believe she was a witch. It just seemed surreal. She made friends with all the Weasley children. Fiona found out that Jackson was the second oldest of eight kids, and was starting Hogwarts that same year.

Jackson said his parents wanted more kids, and that they lived in "high-style" since his grandfather became minister of magic after the war. Fiona with all her thoughts about witches and wizards soon nodded off to sleep.

* * *

The rest of the summer was very interesting. Fiona was busy trying to get to know the wizarding world as much as she could. She would always talk about her wand, a willow with a phoenix feather, ten and a half inches long. Her wand was the most awaited thing she had gotten.

Most of the time Fiona would be busy reading one of her school books, or out with one of her best friends who had also been accepted. Fiona kept herself busy that summer, and failed to notice how much her father was acting strangely.

Ever since the first time in the leaky cauldron, James had been completely preoccupied with what had happened. He had started having more dreams like the ones he had when he had first woken up. He'd have dreams of riding a broomstick, or running in a huge castle that had many secrets. In so many ways his dreams really seemed to be true, but one dream caught his eye more than any other.

He was walking in a corridor with two other people, and they were talking, but he was just sort of there. In all his dreams no one had a face, but the person next to him did. Next to him he was looking into the face of Professor Weasley, but she was younger. Right then James woke up.

It scared him half to death, but to suddenly see a face in a dream he'd been having for years was big, but at the same time very scary. James told Layna about it, and she just said that maybe he was a part of that world at one time but no one could know.

* * *

Layna was beginning to get really scared with all that was going on. When she saw the uniforms for Fiona's new school, she almost screamed. They were exactly the same as the ones at the Dursleys. She had then wanted to take out that picture. She had started taking the picture with her everywhere to see if she could find out whom the person was. After a while, Layna soon forgot about the picture.

* * *

Today Fiona was going to Hogwarts. The other children had already started school the week before. Fiona was a bit sad her siblings wouldn't be able to see her off, but she enjoyed having her parents' full attention for once.

"I'm going to see if I can find Gina," and before they knew it Fiona was already in the crowd of people looking for her friend.

James and Layna had been very anxious for the past week. James's dreams had increased, but he still didn't see any faces, but they were getting stranger and wilder each night. He knew Layna was already anxious about Fiona leaving, so he hadn't made any mention of them to her. They could tell Fiona was quite eager to start school, and be away from home in a sort of boarding school.

"Mum, dad," Fiona had come back with Gina, and the redheaded boy she had met at orientation. "This is Jackson Weasley, his Mum is Professor Weasley."

"Nice to meet you Jackson," Layna said.

"Likewise, Mr. And Mrs. Harrison," Jackson said politely.

"So you've known magic all your life, eh," James asked.

"Yup, Mum was transfiguration teacher before I was born because McGonagall could no longer teach. But it's not special or anything, since I've never grown up any other way," Jackson said, taking a full guess about what they were going to ask next.

They went until they reached the platforms nine and ten. Fiona looked around looking for platform nine and three quarters.

"Jackson exactly how to you get to the platform?" Fiona and Gina asked curiously.

Jackson had a mischievous grin on his face when they asked. He just acted like he had no idea, but he did know since he'd already come with his dad to drop off his sister. Fiona and Gina were starting to get worried, so he just let go and started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Fiona asked looking at him as if he'd lost his marbles.

"The looks on your faces were hilarious!! You just run through the wall at platforms nine and ten," and Jackson took off ahead them straight through the barrier.

Fiona and Gina just looked at his retreating form strangely but followed him at a run. Their families right behind wondering where the hell they were going. Before they knew it a scarlet steam engine was in front of them with the gold lettering. The Hogwarts express stood proud, and Fiona and Gina were flabbergasted.

"Welcome to the Hogwarts express," Jackson said behind them with a grin on his face.

"Wow!" was all the girls could manage to say.

Jackson led them to a back compartment where they could sit, and left the parents behind. Layna and James found a bench and sat down as they watched what was going on. It was quite weird with what was happening. In some weird way he felt as though he belonged here, and he was getting quite uncomfortable with the feeling that he'd been here before. (A/N: Ah, but he has!!!!!)

While Gina and Fiona's parents sat waiting for their daughters to return, a man with vivid red hair came and stood next to them. The man looked quite a lot like that boy who showed them how to get onto the platform. Deciding he wanted to make conversation James asked him which year his kid was in.

"Oh, my daughter's going into her third year, and my son's going into his first," the man said proudly. "Yours?"

"Our daughter starting her first year, my name's James Harrison," James extending his hand to shake.

"Ron Weasley, and here comes Jackson with some kids," Ron said shaking James's hand.

Jackson was retreating with Gina and Fiona, and waved excitedly at his dad. Fiona ran towards her parents' excitement coursing through her veins. Gina was right behind them looking apprehensive.

"So your Jackson's dad, well mind you had your son not come when he did we would have never made it onto the platform," James said with a little laugh.

"Well that's a good thing. Your muggles right?" Ron asked a bit nervously.

"Yeah, but we're quite proud of our daughter, and at least we know our family wasn't going crazy with all the weird things she was doing at home." Layna said looking really proud of her daughter.

Ron then left to go help his daughter who was also off to Hogwarts. While he was walking to the train, he thought of the man he had just recently met. He looked very familiar, but he couldn't place his face. Lana was ready for her dad to come and say bye. They had a fairly large family with six kids and one on the way.

James, meanwhile, was being drug onto the train by his daughter so she could show it to him. The place all seemed so familiar in a very weird way, and so had Jackson's father. They had ten minutes until the train would leave, and James and Layna both had to return to work. As the train went around a corner, James and Layna left.

The Sorting!!!!!

Fiona, Gina, and Jackson all had their own compartment together. They chatted about different stuff since both Gina and Fiona had read Hogwarts, A History, and Jackson's Mum had made him read it. "Have you ever been to Hogwarts?" Gina asked.

"No, but I've heard loads about it. I have a lot of cousins who've already started, and my whole family has been there. Except my aunt Fleur, she went to Beauxbatons, the top magical academy in France," Jackson said all with one breath.

"Wow, the first time I ever heard about it was when I got my letter. My parents and I both thought it was some practical joke or something. In some way though, I felt it was real," Fiona told them.

"Same with me, but I almost didn't get to go to orientation," Gina said.

"Which house do you expect to be in?" Fiona asked.

"I hope I'm in Gryffindor, because my sister isn't there," Jackson said.

"I do too, but I also hope I'll be in Ravenclaw," Fiona said.

"Well I really don't care which house I'm in as long as it's not Slytherin," Gina said, shaking her head when she said Slytherin.

They chatted for a while until the elderly witch with the lunch cart came by with food.

"Jackson, I have a question for you," Gina said, a mischievous grin on her face. "Did your mum really know Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, but my family really keeps it quiet. My parents were his best friends, and they really took it hard when he disappeared. I had to beg my uncle Fred to tell me about him when I was about six. We have some pictures of him in our house," Jackson said, he got kind of quiet while talking.

"So how did they meet?" Gina asked, not realizing how hard it was for Jackson to talk about it.

"On this train on their way to Hogwarts for the first time," Jackson said quietly. "Dad told me the first time he ever met mum he thought her to be a bossy-know-it-all type of girl. They didn't start noticing each other until their sixth year. After Harry made them go on a date together, since he was going with another girl. Can we please talk about something else?"

Fiona realized her friend's discomfort and changed to subject to Quidditch.

* * *

Before long, Jackson, Fiona, and Gina could feel the train slowing. They were all trembling with excitement and anxiety about being sorted. One thing that wasn't covered in Hogwarts, A History was how students were sorted because it was a secret until they get there. They joined the line to get out of the train.

Up front they could hear a man so large he looked, as he though didn't belong. He was twice as tall and five times wider than a normal man. He had wild hair and beard that were both black along with his eyes that could barley be seen through all his hair.

"Firs' years! Firs' year over here!" the man pointed to an array of little boats on the shore of the lake. "No more 'an four ter a boat!"

Before Fiona and Gina could finish thinking about the large man in front of them, Jackson cut in their thoughts. "That's Hagrid he comes over every now and them to chat with mum and dad. He's half-giant you know, but he's very nice. He's the gamekeeper and the Care of Magical Creatures teacher."

Fiona and Gina were just in awe. The three of them got into a boat along with a timid girl with very dark features.

"Hi, I'm Avalon Malfoy," the girl said, putting out her hand so they could shake.

"I'm Fiona Harrison," Fiona said, shaking her hand, " and that's Gina Wheatly, and that's Jackson Weasley." Avalon shook all their hands in turn.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts here in a sec," Hagrid said from ahead.

After they went through a curtain of ivy, a huge castle reared above them. The castle had many turrets and towers; making the person looking up to the top get a bit woozy. Many ooh's and aah's were issued from the group. Before long they were coming up to an underground docking place.

Everyone began getting out of the boats, whispering excitedly about the ride among their classmates. They walked through an underground hallway up to two large doors. Standing in the doorways was none other than Professor Weasley, Jackson's mum.

"I'll take them from here Hagrid," she said, waving the frightened children inside.

The entrance hall was so big you could fit Fiona's entire house with room left over for a quite large front and back garden. Fiona was enraptured by the enormity of the place, but Professor Weasley cut her thoughts short as she called them to attention.

"Through these doors you will go and join your classmates, but before you can you must be sorted into your houses. The houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each and every house has made great witches and wizards. I'll be back to get you in a while," and she turned and left through the doors.

All the students started getting really nervous. It was a known fact that no one was allowed to tell first years how he or she would be sorted, so they were really thinking some stupid thoughts.

"My brother told me we had beat up a dragon," a boy with dreadlocks said.

Everyone was so nervous you could tell some of the girls wanted to cry. Before they were ready, Professor Weasley came back to take them to everyone to their waiting doom. Fiona was getting so nervous, maybe she wasn't supposed to be here, and she was just too scared to really think. And when you're nervous you always think of the worst things that can happen at any moment. 'What if it was a mistake and the letter was for another Fiona,' Fiona thought to herself.

But then she was hit with another shock; they had just turned into the great hall, which was even bigger than the entrance hall had been. Candles floated all over the place. There were five tables in the room, four right beside each other and a table for all the professors. In front of the teacher's table a very small elderly man was putting an old wizened hat on a three-legged stool. The hall became very quiet. Then a rip in the brim of the hat opened and the hat began to sing:

A thousand years ago,

When young Gryffindor took me off his head,

The four founders put some brains in me,

They left me to sort the ones after they were dead and gone,

Gryffindor, who was brave,

And enjoyed a good sword fight,

Is for the brave at heart.

Ravenclaw is for the book smart,

The ones who look upon the library as their haven,

Brains are well needed there.

Good old Hufflepuff is for the loyal,

And patience is held true,

Where many are good listeners,

Slytherin is for the ambitious,

Cunning till the end,

Were your friends will come true.

So put me on, and I will tell you where you belong,

Many choices there are, but only one will fit! (A/N: If you all say anything I shall hunt you down!!!)

The hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song.

"Now when I call your name your will come and put the sorting hat on your head, and then join your classmates," Professor Weasley said. "Alarie, Lizzie."

A girl with mousy brown hair came and sat on the stool, " SLYTHERIN!"

"Amar, Adi!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Bones, Ernest!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

The list went on until, Gustave Hadley, ("HUFFLEPUFF!"). Finally Professor Weasley called, "Harrison, Fiona!"

Fiona went to the stool and sat down with hat on her head. The hat was much too large for her, and she found herself staring at the brim of the hat. "Very talented, I see. Very much like your father! Oh, yes! Your father would be proud! But where to put you? ... GRYFFINDOR! With all your family."

Fiona walked to the left middle table, which had just erupted, into applause to congratulate her into their house. Fiona was too busy with her thoughts to really think about what was going on. Why had the hat said ' with family?' Fiona put her thoughts away though; as she was eager to know which house her friends would be in.

Fiona was followed by a Hufflepuff, and three Gryffindors. Fiona just sat and watched, as the line of first years got shorter until a familiar name was called. "Malfoy, Avalon!" The girl whom she had met on the boat, who had seemed very scared. Fiona hoped the hat would put her in Gryffindor, but after a few seconds she was placed in Hufflepuff. Fiona just stared at the line and wished it would hurry and get to her friends.

"Perks" ... "Shaw" ... "Snape" ... "Thesolins", and twin girls "Vasquez" ... "Vasquez", and finally "Weasley, Jackson!"

Jackson was very pale by now. The hat had a barely touch his head when the hat screeched, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Fiona clapped the loudest as Jackson made his way to the Gryffindor table. Right after the roar settled down, "Wheatly, Gina!" was called. After a few seconds, the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" Gina wearily made her way to the table opposite of Fiona and Jackson's.

After Professor Weasley returned from putting the hat up, Professor McGonagall stood up. "Welcome for another year at Hogwarts! Let the feast begin!" and with a wave of her hand the plates and such were filled with food. There was chicken, turkey, roast, steak, and much more. Everyone dug in.

The girl with dark blonde hair seated in front of Fiona decided to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Glynis Brown, but my dim-witted mum didn't know how stupid the name was so you can call me Chay. Me mum was a witch."

"I'm Fiona Harrison, but I'm muggle-born. Where are you from?" Fiona replied.

"I'm from Northern Ireland, we have to fly here the muggle way so we can get to the train. My mum had to do that when she was young," Chay replied, quite proud of her heritage. "Where are you from?"

"From Surrey, both my parents are muggles. My dad moved us here because of his job," Fiona said, a little tweaked about the move.

"Where did you live before?" Chay asked.

"Avig, Maine, back in the states," Fiona said, " our house was much larger there than it is here. I have to share a room with my sisters. Do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"Oh yes! My mum has been very keen on having kids! I'm the oldest of five. There's Cordell, Elly, Thomas, and Paul, they're twins. How many do you have?"

"Well there are only five of us-" Fiona was cut off when Professor McGonagall stood up to begin her speech.

"Welcome back! I would just like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is out-of-bounds to any student. Mr. Filch has a list of 384 items that will give you a detention if not found. Thirdly, Open House will be posted on by your Head-of-House sometime this week. I will give any parents who need muggle ways to get here specific instructions. Now off to bed! First years, please keep up with your house prefect, they will show you the way to the common room."

With those final words, students started going everywhere. Fiona, Jackson, and Glynis caught up with an older boy with mousy brown hair. "Hey Frank! Aunt Ginny sure didn't forget to brag to my mum about you being a prefect!"

"Jackson, you are such a nit-wit! You'll never be a prefect if you keep hanging around uncle Fred and George's store! You know they never even finished Hogwarts!" Frank told his younger cousin.

"Being a prefect just takes the fun out of life!" Jackson said in retreat.

After that, they silently followed Frank the rest of the way to the common room. After a while, they stopped in front of a large portrait of a large woman in a pink dress.

"Password?" the lady asked.

Frank cleared his throat so he could make the password sound very intimidating, "Dormiens Nunquam."

Then the portrait swung open to reveal a room with many comfy armchairs and couches. There were several tables for students to work at. "Girls dormitories to your right, boys the same on your left."

"Night Jackson!" Fiona said as she ascended the stairs towards the girls' dormitories.

Fiona was filled with a warm happiness as she met the other girls she would be sharing a room with for the next seven years. "Hi, I'm Fiona Harrison, what are your names?"

A Japanese girl came over and said with a slight accent, "Hi, I am Kaori Hiroshi, I moved here six years ago from Tokyo. You may call me Kay."

A girl with very thick brown eyebrows and curly brown hair came over, "Hi, I'm Rivka Jerod, but you can call me Devorit."

"Well are any of you, pure-blood or whatever?" Chay asked, letting her mind be known.

"My family is a very important Japanese wizarding family, but there are some muggles in there too," Kaori said, quite proud of her heritage. "How about you Devorit?"

"My grandmother was a pureblood, and my mother is a third or something like that, it's kind of hard to tell, but you know what I'm beat so I'm off to bed. Classes start tomorrow you know," and Devorit disappeared behind the curtains of her four-poster.

"You know she's right," Fiona said, speaking up. "I think I'll go on to bed as well. See you bright and early since I'm an early bird."

After the other girls going to bed, Chay and Kaori decided they might as well go on to bed. After a few minutes, the dorm was quiet with only soft breathing, and a few snores from Chay. But Fiona stayed awake wondering what the hat had meant. She began to wonder whether her dad might have gone here, but she knew it would be to good to be true. Before long Fiona fell asleep thinking about what the future held in store.

* * *

At around six the next morning, James woke up to get ready for work as usual. He had been thinking a lot about what had been going on since Fiona had gotten her letter, or well since they had moved to Surrey. He'd had another dream that night and Jackson's father's face had also taken residence in his dreams, but for the first time he heard them speak. They sound the same from when he had heard them for real, but in his dream it was very different.

James got so caught up with his thoughts that he almost forgot what he was doing and nicked himself while shaving. He looked into the first aid bag his wife carried with her everywhere, and instead of finding the liquid bandages, he found a very odd piece of paper. He'd felt like he had seen this paper, felt, and used this type of paper once before, but memories of doing so had long since been forgotten.

What James saw, when he turned the piece of paper, was something he was completely not expecting. It was an exact picture of him, but with many different features. He had fairer skin, green eyes like Lily's, and Fiona's jet-black hair. James was suddenly hit with a memory, or dream.

He was walking the two people he kept seeing in his dreams. They were talking, but he wasn't hearing them. Then suddenly he could hear them talking quite suddenly.

"C'mon how else will you remember your seventh year?" the girl with bushy brown hair to his right asked.

"Yeah, Harry, she's right," and James was suddenly jerked out of the memory.

That was the first time they had ever spoken to him, or said a name. That must be his real name, but he was scared about getting to the bottom of this. He was very eager that maybe that was his key memory to his past, but the absurdity of this was overwhelming. He hoped that maybe it was nothing and tried to push it to the back of his mind.

The only resemblance to him and the picture was the glasses, but James only wore his to read or watch movies and such. Fiona had to where hers 24/7, and without them she could only see blurry shapes. James then fully decided this was a matter to deal with later and finished getting ready and headed for work.

* * *

But work proved to be quite difficult for James. Everything about what happened that morning made him think about it. James had to try very hard to push it back because he had a meeting with Mr. Dursley later and he needed his wits about him then. Dursley had been very suspicious about why Fiona was his only child going to private school. James didn't know why but he was very insistent on knowing the name, but one of the main things Professor Weasley had mentioned was to never mention Hogwarts in front of muggles.

James knew Dursley must have known something about the place to be so insistent about knowing about the name. James had an hour until the meeting so he put his stuff together and finished his speech.

* * *

Mr. Dursley had invited James to lunch later on that day to discuss details of the meeting when Mr. Dursley brought up the subject about Fiona.

"So how's your daughter?" Mr. Dursley asked.

"She's quite fine, just posted us a letter about how much she loved the campus," James replied, remembering the owl that had frightened Layna, but James had naturally taken the letter and it left.

"What school is she going to again?" Mr. Dursley egged on.

"Oh, it's quite new, they're letting the students pick the name so it will be original. We won't know until later," James said, using the same lie he'd been using lately.

"Oh, well in that case, how can she stand being away from her family all the time?" Mr. Dursley asked.

"She's doing fine, but she misses us terribly. She says she is quite popular because she's from the states," James said, knowing that the statement was quite true since she always talked about her dorm mates.

Mr. Dursley was very suspicious of this young man. He reminded quite a bit of his nephew and two of his daughters looked a lot like his ex-sister-in-law and her good-for-nothing husband. When they had shown the little girl named Lily he heard Petunia take a sharp intake of air. The little girl had been an exact replica of Petunia's sister. Petunia had told him later that it was like seeing the real Lily again in almost 35 years.

Mr. Dursley just pushed the absurd idea out of his head and continued his conversation with Harrison. This man was a genius and he wasn't readily going to lose him.

* * *

Fiona's first week at Hogwarts had been awesome. She had readily made friends with the girls in her dorm, and the boys in her grade and house were quite nice as well. The only class she didn't really like was Potions because the Professor who taught them just didn't like her much. Jackson had assured her that he didn't like anybody except those in Slytherin.

Professor Snape had scared Fiona with his soft but menacing voice. He was a man who was clearly aging badly. Jackson told that her was in his mid fifties, but he looked much older than he really was. His face looked more around seventy and his hair was almost all grey but had a bit of the salt and pepper look to it (with a lot of salt), and it was very greasy.

Other than Potions Fiona did very well in her classes. She and Jackson were both the best in their Defence Against the Dark Arts classes with Professor Lupin. Jackson told Fiona that he was a werewolf, but Fiona just said he must have been kidding. One of the first things Professor Lupin talked about was the fact he was a werewolf, and one day a month he wouldn't be teaching and Professor Weasley, Professor Weasley's husband would teach them.

Jackson had already told everyone that his dad would teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. He seemed quite proud that both of his parents taught there. He even said that he knew Professor Lupin well because he also came by quite often.

* * *

"Jackson, could you stay after," Professor Weasley asked her son.

Jackson told Fiona he would meet up with her in Charms and stayed back with his mum. Jackson knew she was going to ask about his classes because he hadn't been doing that well in Potions.

"How's school?"

"Fine, I really like Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms," Jackson said.

"I wanted to ask you something," Professor Weasley, said giving her son the eye, "Miss Harrison seems to be your best friend."

"Yeah, why?" Jackson asked.

"Well Professor McGonagall told me that we have very little information on her father, and I was just wondering if you knew anything."

"No, all she talks about is how rowdy her house is, and how much she misses them. She told me she is a lot like her dad personality wise."

"Oh, well go on ahead to Charms, tell Flitwick that you stayed after," and Jackson left to join his friends.

* * *

"There will be a post of open house on the house bulletin board. Owl your parents about the dates, or if your parents need muggle means of getting here talk to your head of house," Professor McGonagall told the students at dinner that night.

McGonagall was sure they would have a good turnout this year just like last. Most muggle parents are quite intrigued about their child's magical education. She was doing quite well being the headmistress. It was really quite fun putting in classes that further the kids' muggle education. They kept up with English, math, and reading lessons so they wouldn't be completely lost in the muggle world.

Classes were during study time, and most students would be assigned books. Most would grumble about it, but grammar and essays were much improved, and no student would have trouble reading since they only got to a fifth grade level.

* * *

"Hey, Fiona!" yelled Kay as they left their Defence Against the Dark Arts class. "How are your parents getting here from Surrey?"

"Well, I already talked to Professor Weasley about it she told me that they could ride the train."

"Are they bringing your siblings?"

"Probably not, they can be quite a hassle."

"Oh, okay," and Kay dropped the subject as they entered the great hall for lunch.

* * *

Hermione was quite curious about this one girl. Fiona Harrison seemed to have tons of secrets in her family that they couldn't even dig up. There was very little information about her father. Most of the children's families were looked up back to before muggles made records of people. There was just no information on her father. All they found was a report card from college, and some hospital records.

What also through Hermione for a loop, was how much Fiona seemed to remind her of someone, but whom? She acted and looked quite like someone, but just couldn't place his or her face. That was until now. Once in Transfiguration Fiona was really frustrated about something and her eyes were an almost unnatural green. Right then Hermione almost felt like Harry was there.

This girl looked exactly like her rumoured-to-be-deceased friend. Since it was winter and she had been inside more often, Fiona's hair was almost jet-black. Hermione wanted so badly to ask her about her father, but she didn't feel like intruding upon a student's personal life.

Hermione decided she would have to ask Mr. Harrison about when he came for open house. Fiona already came to her to ask about how her parents would get here. She seemed very excited about her parents coming, but then again most muggle-born children were. Hermione remembered how much her parents hated being in the dark about her education.

Hermione stopped her thoughts when she remembered she had essays to grade.

* * *

Today was the last day of term, and parents would be arriving tomorrow afternoon. Fiona and Jackson were leaving lunch early to head for the dungeons.

"Hey Fiona!" Jackson said with a sudden thought. "We have enough time, so how about we go to the trophy room."

"Sure why?" Fiona asked, confused with his sudden want to go to the trophy room.

"I always wanted to see my parents awards they got when they went to school."

Instead of going down a certain staircase, Fiona and Jackson made their way down a dimly lit carpeted corridor. After going along some ways, they found a "trophy" case in which many trophies were kept. Jackson reached out and pulled on one of them, and the "trophy" case moved to reveal a room full of trophies. They ranged from bronze to pure gold with precious gems on them.

"Mum and dad's are back here," Jackson said, heading towards the back.

Back there were trophies from this century and the past century. Fiona paused to look at a plaque with Quidditch member names on it. She found the one of Jackson's dad's time. Harry Potter was on it also under seeker and captain, and Jackson's dad was there under keeper.

"Cool, dad used to always talk about their Quidditch games. Mum never played, but she was his biggest fan."

Right next to it was a very dusty picture that had years of dust on it that completely kept it from being seen. Jackson grabbed it and blew off some of the dust, which made both Fiona and Jackson sneeze. It was a picture of the '96-'97 Quidditch team and one of the members shocked her.

"Hey this's dad's old team," Jackson said quite excited. "See there's dad, aunt Ginny, and that's Harry."

This was the first time Fiona had ever seen a picture of Harry Potter, and it made her gasp. It was almost a carbon copy of her dad, but with hers and Lily's features.

"Hey, I know where they keep all the old head boys and girls, mum ought to be on it," Jackson said looking at some pictures that framed with little inscriptions.

Fiona looked to, but found something just as shocking. Head boy and girl of '77, James Potter and Lily Evans. Lily Evans just looked like Fiona's sister Lily, and James Potter must be Harry Potter's dad because they looked exactly alike. Fiona was very unsure about her dad now, and very scared about the past none of them had ever known.

After a while they left, heading for the dungeons where they would be having Potions. Fiona had been very excited about her parents coming, but now she was unsure and anxious.

* * *

James and Layna had already gotten onto the Hogwarts Express. James was anxious about seeing his daughter, and he kept having strange dreams. Stranger than the ones he already had. It was kind of like he was flying among the grounds where this huge castle stood, next to it was a beautiful glistening lake. He felt as thought he belonged there. In an eerie way, it was like all the people on the grounds were calling him home.

James was very unsure of his past, but it seemed as though his past was finding him.

* * *

At around one, Jackson dad arrived at Hogwarts, and so did a few other parents. Fiona said hi to Jackson's dad, but his dad said something that shocked her a bit.

"Fiona, please call me Ron, I'm only Professor Weasley to you when I am teaching, but that's it," Ron said smiling at her.

"Okay, but don't mind me if I slip up a bit," Fiona said unsure of what to think.

Jackson's older sister Lana was with them, but she was very quiet. Lana looked a lot like her mother except her blue eyes. She told Fiona that this was the first generation of Weasleys that weren't all redheads, but majority of all the children were.

"Hey dad!" Jackson said to divert his father's attention. "I found the trophy room today, Fiona and I saw your pictures!"

"That's nice son," Ron said, not really that excited by it.

The kids were walking up ahead of Ron and Hermione, and Ron turned to his wife. "That girl looks just like him except for the eyes, and the fact that she is girl."

"What have I been telling you for the past few months?"

"Well she's really quiet in class, so I never really notice her," Ron said, a bit taken aback by his wife's harshness. "What has Poppy said about the baby?"

"I'm barely five months along, and yes it is one child. Have you found any names?" Ron usually chose their kids names, because he had a knack for names, but Hermione had Lana's and Jackson's picked out when she was a little girl.

"Lena, if it's a girl, and Logan if it's a boy," Ron said, thinking he had some pretty good names.

"That sounds good, but what about middle names?" Hermione asked.

"I haven't given it much thought, but I like Darcy, Brigitte, and Julianne for a girl. Merrick, but I'm second guessing that one, and Riley for a boy," Ron said, very unsure about boy names. There are many more girl names out there than, boy names.

"Well I was thinking Reid for a boy, Logan Reid, and I like Lena Darcy, but we better get this Open House started. You need to go down and help Remus," Hermione said sure Remus would need some help.

Ron kissed his wife, and headed for the dungeons where the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was. Hermione was sad to see him go. They were rarely alone with each other because they had so many kids, and for ten months they would see each other maybe twelve times.

* * *

James and Layna were very nervous about seeing their daughter. They knew Fiona would have changed a lot, but they were hoping that it was for the good and not the bad. James was very nervous about how coming to all these places made him feel... odd. He hadn't told Layna about his strange dream/day mare. It was just so ... not right. Who was he? Who is he?

If James never found out about his past, then he could deal with that, but recently he wasn't so sure his life would be fulfilled with just that. He needed to know everything about his past because it seemed to be something about it he should know now. He kept feeling as though at some point and time he had frequented these places that his daughter was going to that were only associated with the wizarding world.

Layna was very eager to see her daughter since Fiona had gotten accepted. Fiona had never been away from home so long, and Layna was worried about her daughter's needs. She was also nervous about how James had been acting lately. He had been very distracted and acted as though he were in another world, or seemed as thought he wished he were in a different place.

They hadn't spoken much during the train ride, but Layna sat very close to her husband. Layna loved the way her and James's bodies fitted into each other's curves. Layna was pretty tall for a woman, and had a very thin structure, but wide hips. Layna's mother always told she got her childbearing hips, but she had a small bosom at barely a B-cup. James was quite tall, but he wasn't as muscular has some men, but he had a handsome physique. But with having five children, including triplets Layna wasn't as thin as she once was, and she had a bigger cup size.

James was just an awesome husband, and he had an awesome relationship with his children. Even though he and Fiona were very close, he tried to make Christopher, Lily, Danyella, and Damion feel as though they had the same relationship, but Damion and James were close.

The girls and Christopher were all mommas' babies. Layna had a tough job separating her attention between Lily and Danyella. Lily had a green thumb the same colour as her emerald eyes, and Danyella was a karate freak. Most of the time she and Layna would do the Tae-Bo tapes at home. Layna couldn't do many of the things Danyella could because she had a much limber body.

That is what put Layna into shape after having the triplets, because she almost doubled in weight, but she carried the triplets for almost thirty-seven weeks, but the last month of her pregnancy she was in the hospital. It was very hard for her to be out of her daughter's life for that long. She could remember how much she waddled to and from the living room while she was home. Those were good and bad memories, but Layna was ecstatic about the fact that she was having more children.

"Hon, are you worried?" Layna asked her husband.

"A bit, but that's only because of all my weird occurrences around here," James told his wife truthfully.

"Are you worried about the dreams?" Layna asked a bit taken aback about his sudden talk about his dreams.

"Yeah, but, er, I keep having this one dream that always has Fiona's friend Jackson's parents in it. Well, er, once they spoke, and for the past fifteen years in all my recurring dreams no one has ever spoken to me, and in one of them they said a name," James said looking at window, and not quite seeing what they were passing.

"What-what name did they say?" Layna asked suddenly nervous and anxious of her husband's answer.

"H-Harry," James said.

Layna just sat there staring at her husband in disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but what's the importance of it? There was no last name!"

"Do remember what Professor Weasley said at orientation?" Layna asked apprehensively. "You remember who she said was her best friend?"

"Well not really, I was to busy trying to place her face and our surroundings because I kinda like gave off an odor that I had been there before. Why?"

"She talked about that war she and her husband fought in with their best friend, Harry Potter," Layna said her blue eyes wide with anxiety.

"W-What do you think it means? We both know Harry isn't a rare name."

"Yeah but you always have dreams with them in it!" Layna's voice started rising.

James was silent, he didn't know what to think because there was no possible way it could be true. He remembered how Fiona would just have these sudden bursts of magic whenever her emotions got out of control, and he had never shown any signs like that. Anyway how could the Dursleys be involved? They were also somehow in this mess, and Mr. Dursley was getting suspicious.

"What about the Dursleys?" James asked suddenly catching his wife off guard.

"Well I am not sure, but maybe we can get some answers from Fiona, and I think we're beginning to slow down."

The train slowed down at Hogsmeade Station, and James and Layna gathered their things to leave the train. They left the train amongst many other parents who seemed quite excited about coming back, or at least that's what Mr. and Mrs. Harrison supposed. On the beginning of a path there were a few dozen of horseless carriages. They looked at each other with a strange look on their faces.

They got into one of the last carriages where another man was already there. He looked to be a very tall thin man with a brown goatee flecked with grey as was his brown hair. He was wearing midnight blue robes with what looked to be a midnight blue three piece suit. "Hello, I'm Gavin Finlay," the man said extending his hand.

"James Harrison," James said shaking the man's hand, "and this is my wife Layna."

"What year is your kid in?"

"Oh, Fiona's in first year, and she's in Gryffindor," James said a bit smugly, though he couldn't figure why.

"Well I have twins, Frank and Selma, Frank's a Gryffindor fifth year and his sister's in Hufflepuff," Gavin told them, "and my son Russell is a second year Ravenclaw."

"Wow, so did you go here?" Layna asked awkwardly.

"Yup, my wife and both did, we both graduated at the top of our class, you looking at the head boy of '98-'99, but I was a Ravenclaw and my wife Ginny was a Gryffindor."

"Where's your wife?" Layna asked suddenly, pondering why this man was alone without her,

"She's still home with the kids, and she isn't yet ready to go on the train, she just gave birth to our triplets in October, two identical boys and a little girl. Ramon, Vera, and Rupert."

"That's so sweet, we have nine-year-old triplets at home, Lily, Danyella, and Damion. They are all quite a handful. We also have a five-year-old, he's very quiet though," Layna explained to the man.

"Now I guess we both have large families since I have seven kids, and you have five, quite rare these days," Gavin told them as if this was a rarely known fact.

"Yeah, quite rare," but that was Layna said as she just saw Hogwarts looming up against the bright winter sun. It was beautiful with all the fresh snow, and you could see all the students outside awaiting their parents arrival, many were pelting others with snowballs.

James just looked at the school with awe beyond words, and in some weird way he felt right back at home. There was some odd recognition of the school was shocking, but he was excited that was daughter was in this grand place. As he looked around the grounds for his daughter, he saw a bunch of redheaded boys gleefully pelting some girls of varying hair colour with snowballs. The girls were putting up a good fight against them bewitching five or six snowballs to attack one boy.

As James watched the children, he saw his daughter amongst the girls using her wand to bewitch a snowball after a boy with vivid red hair. She looked as though she was have tons of fun, and had bits of snow clung to her hair. James suddenly pictured other people there pelting everyone else with snowballs. James shook his head. Behind him Layna was looking for Fiona.

"Hon, look there she is!" Layna said pointing toward her daughter. "Fiona!"

Fiona turned around, looking to see who had called her name. When her eyes found them, a big smile swallowed her face. She charged, and knocked her dad to the ground.

"Mum, dad it's so great to see you!" she said delightedly. Layna gave her a big hug, and James gave his daughter a huge bear hug.

"It's so good to see you too, hon," James said grasping his daughter tightly.

"Are you going to show us in?" Layna asked.

"Yeah mum, just let me introduce you to some people," and Fiona grabbed their hands and dragged them over where many other kids were greeting their parents. "Hey Jackson, Gina, you all remember my parents?"

Gina and the red-headed boy from the platform came over, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, nice to see you again."

"You'll meet my parents as the professors!" Jackson said excitedly.

Fiona lead her parents inside where they sat at one of the four long tables. James was struck with a sudden memory of being in a place exactly like this. James quickly cleared his mind, he would not do anything weird today. As they watched the parents come in and sit down, there were professors up at the high table. Only three of the faces James already knew. The headmistress and Jackson's parents were up there. Pretty soon the headmistress stood up, and everyone quieted down.

"It's very good to see that we had a very good turnout of parents. To those of you who don't know me already, I'm Professor McGonagall. Many of you have met me at orientation or I taught you," she paused. "Tonight you will see your child's progress, and meet their professors. If you are to take your child home with you for Christmas, they will ride the Hogwarts Express with you. Enjoy your children's classes."

Everyone started getting up, and Fiona started at her first class of the week, Transfiguration.

* * *

"Geez, talk about a long walk just to get to class," James said following his daughter.

"The first two weeks are horrible! But after a while you learn," and Fiona went through another hidden staircase.

Pretty soon though they were there, and Layna and James were anxious about meeting her Professor. She seemed to be helping the trigger James's dreams. Fiona went in the back and sat with Jackson, and they followed.

"My mum's the Professor," Jackson said.

Pretty soon everyone had finally made it to the class, and Professor Weasley stood up to begin her speech. "Welcome, I'm very pleased that this many parents came. Today your children will show you what they've learned." She redirected her gaze to the students, "Wands ready."

Twenty eleven-year-olds picked up their wands, and said an incantation. James watched Fiona do her incantation, and the toothpick in front her turned into a needle. Layna was amazed. She didn't think this is what her daughter would be doing, but she felt pride.

"Pass the box back," Professor Weasley said, as she passed back a small box, full of mice. A small girl with pigtails in the front was adamantly not sticking her hand in the box. "Miss Shaw, the mice won't hurt you."

Finally she grabbed one, and the box kept moving. Layna looked a bit anxious about Fiona picking one of those... things up. But Fiona just took the box, grabbed a mouse by the tail, put it in front of her, and passed the box to Jackson.

"Wands ready."

The children did the same thing, but it had a different incantation, and a few didn't get the desired results. Many mice now had scaly green skin, and some had a frog bottom, but a mouse top. Fiona's was an almost perfect frog, but it had a small tuft of fur on top of its head.

"We have just started on animals, and so far only two students have been able to produce an almost perfect frog, Miss Harrison and Mr. Weasley."

James gave his daughter a big hug, and whisper into her ear that he was very proud.

"If you all have any questions, I'm free for meeting everyone," and some parents stood up to say hi to Professor Weasley.

James and Layna headed to the front of the room to meet Professor Weasley. Fiona stayed behind to chat with Jackson. "So we're going to Charms next?" Fiona asked.

"Yeah, I wonder what your parents will think of tiny Professor Flitwick," Jackson said.

"I don't really care what they think, I'm just nervous about them meeting Snape," Fiona said angrily. "He's such a git! Urgh, sometimes he just makes me want to strangle him."

James and Layna waited in line to chat with Professor Weasley, and sooner than they expected it was their turn. "Hello, we're Fiona's parents," James extended his hand.

Hermione took his hand to shake, and she looked at his face. "Yeah, er, sorry, great to meet you to."

Layna extended her hand as well, "We're so proud that Fiona is doing so well."

"Yes, yes she and my son Jackson are the highest in the class," Hermione said, her eyes never really leaving James's face. "I have some papers here I've been meaning to ask about. We have many other ways to finding your information, social security, genealogy. Well we've had some problems finding some of your information."

James got a bit nervous, but it didn't show on his face. "What are you missing?"

"We've found majority of Mrs. Harrison's, but we've had trouble finding yours," Hermione said. "We can't find a birth certificate, nothing, well nothing before 1998."

"Well I don't really, er, I have no idea of anything that may have happened to me before then," James said, nervously, his eyes starting to look anxious.

Hermione looked up from her papers, and looked right into James's eyes. It was almost like deja-vu. She suddenly saw Harry standing there with the exact same look in his eyes, the look that said much more than his uplifting words. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I was, er, an illegal immigrant from France, that was when I was found," James said, making it all up as he went along.

"Oh, well that was all I had to ask, well I guess you can go ahead and head to Fiona's next class," Hermione said as the bell rang.

Fiona lead her parents across the castle once again, but James barley heard what his daughter was talking about. The way Professor Weasley greeted him was very strange, and it unnerved him. She acted like somehow she recognized him, but James pushed that thought out of his head. There was no possible way she could know who he is.

* * *

Fiona was very happy about she her parents all her classes. The only one she didn't like was Potions. It was very creepy since Snape wasn't anywhere as sardonic as he usually is. She could tell her parents were a bit weirded out by his appearance. He a very unattractive man, and he seemed to be aging badly. After Potions Defence Against the Dark Arts was their last class of the day.

Fiona kept a close eye on her parents as they heard what Lupin had to say. They seemed very alarmed when they learned he was a werewolf. Professor Weasley was there as well, and it was his and James's meeting that seemed a bit tense.

Like all the other classes they met the teachers, and James and Layna went up there alone, and Fiona stayed behind to chat with her friends. Layna was a bit apprehensive about meeting Lupin since he was a werewolf. James, however, was very calm about it, and he didn't seem the least bit anxious about it. Actually he was a bit too clam for James's own feelings.

"Hello, we're Fiona Harrison's parents," James said extending his hand.

Remus shook his hand, and said, "Nice to meet you, your daughter is very gifted."

James laughed, "So far every teacher has told us that."

Remus was paused in his tracks by the man's laugh. It sounded so familiar, but very foreign at the same time. Before he could get lost in his split second reverie he grasped Mrs. Harrison's hand, "Your daughter looks a lot like you."

James then extended his hand to Ron. Ron shook and said the same things about Fiona, but he, like the other Professor Weasley, wouldn't take his eyes off his face.

Pretty soon James, Layna, and Fiona left for the train. Fiona was so excited about going home, that she didn't even realize how subdued her dad was. James was very preoccupied with his thoughts. The way everyone reacted to his appearance, it was just unnerving. He just wanted to hurry and get out that place before anything weirder happened.