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Summary: Lily and James divorced. James never knew Lily was pregnant at that time. Both remarried, but only Lily's marriage survived. And Lily now lives in America, but what happens if both worlds collide?

The Lost Son

Chapter 1: Life Without A Real Father

Lily sat on the edge of her seven year old son's bed. The boy was sleeping peacefully. He was so handsome and looked so much like his father, especially when he was asleep. A kick in her belly broke her train of thoughts, she sighed. Soon this sleeping boy would have another sibling. She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his eyes.

Her train of thoughts was again broken, but this time by the cries of two babies, her one year old twin boys Dante and Rudy. She got up and hurried to the nursery, not wanting the two to wake up her eldest son.

She had her hand on the doorknob when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

'Oh, you're going?' A voice asked from behind her.

'Yes, but I could use some help. There are two of them and only one of me.'

The man behind her laughed and a door opened.

'Did they wake you up, honey?' Lily asked.

'No, Steve did,' the young boy replied.

'Harry, how many times do I have to tell you to call him dad not Steve.'

'You don't have to, I won't listen. He's not my dad, so why would I call him that, there's no point in that what so ever.'

Lily shook her head and entered the nursery. Sometimes the boy was too much like his father. She wondered why the hell she gave him his father's last name, why not hers? She knew the answer; it was because she wouldn't lie to anyone about the boy's father. Though she never told her son who his father was and to make it worse, his father didn't even know he had a son. Sighing again she took Dante out of his crib.

She heard a door close. She thought Harry must have gone back to bed, but she was wrong. When she sat down in the rocking-chair, Harry sat down in front of her. She should have known he wouldn't go back to bed. He loved to watch her nurse the twins and lull them to sleep.

Lily smiled at him and gave Dante his bottle. Steve was giving Rudy his, but Harry had more attention for his mother. He didn't really care about his step-father. He loved his mother and half-brothers, but not Steve.

All Harry wanted was to get to know his real father, but his mom only said he wouldn't care about his son. It had hurt Harry to hear this, but he was still determined to find out who his father was. The only lead he had was that he had to look for someone with the last name Potter who went to Hogwarts with Lily Evans. The only problem was that man would probably be in England and he was here in L.A. with no way of contacting any wizard in England without Steve or his mom finding out.

'Harry, you have to go back to bed, sweetie, you have school tomorrow.'

Harry nodded and gave his mom a kiss before leaving the room and going back to bed.

School, Harry hated it. He would go to a wizarding school when he was eleven, but until then he would have to attend a Muggle school. Harry had no friends and was nagged because he didn't have the same last name as the rest of his family and he had an odd shaped scar on his forehead. His teacher, Miss Birdhouse, didn't really do anything about it. (A/N: Some things just never change.)

-The next morning-

Harry woke up to his half-brothers screaming again. He knew it must be six o'clock. The twins had a really nasty habit of waking up at six o'clock in the morning and then start to cry at the top of their lungs.

Harry smiled and got out of bed. He visited the bathroom and when he got out again his mother was taking the twins downstairs.

'Did they wake you up?'

'Like every other day,' Harry replied sweetly.

'Come on then, let's get some breakfast,' Lily smiled.

Harry followed her down the stairs. Lily put the twins in their playpen in the living-room and took Harry to the kitchen for breakfast.

After Harry had wolfed down his food and Lily finished hers as well she took the boy up for a bath. She lifted him into the tub and began to wash his messy jet-black hair. Lily smiled at the bright emerald eyes, the only feature he had gotten from her. There was always a light present in those eyes, a light which reminded Lily of the light in her former headmaster's eyes, but they were a bit more mischievous, like his father's.

Lily sighed again. She seemed to be doing that a lot since she had gotten the twin.

'Something wrong, mom?' Harry inquired.

'No, I'm fine, just thinking.'

'What about?'

'Nothing in particular.' Lily replied her curious son. Harry didn't believe his mother, but he didn't say so.

A few hours later Steve was of to his office and Lily was taking a whining Harry to school.

'I don't want to go.' Harry complained.

'You have to, Harry.' Lily replied.

'But I don't want to.'


'Sorry,' Harry sighed.

'Good, now get inside and I'll see you when school's out,' Lily told him, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

'"Yes, mom.'

Lily watched her son trudge into the school building, his shoulders and head hanging and she sighed. It couldn't really be that bad, could it?

-Inside school-

Harry made his way to his classroom.

'Hey, Potter. How's your dad? Oh sorry, you wouldn't know,' a boy yelled and he and his friends started to laugh. Harry already felt tears sting behind his eyes, but didn't let them fall. He walked into the classroom and took his seat at the front of it. Nobody wanted to sit near him.

All day long Harry was bullied, the target of wads of paper and more.

A/N: Hope you liked it. Please review. I'll update soon. Thank Dutch Lily Flower for this story, I wrote it, but she convinced me to upload it. I wanted to wait until I finished and other story, but here it is.