Family Business

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Chapter 3: Moving Out

"James."

James ignored his father and continued packing his school trunk and a few extra bags. His mother was back from her holiday and she had said he could stay with her for the rest of the summer if he wanted to, he was old enough to make the choice now. He refused to stay with his father and that cow Clarise, especially if he didn't have to.

Michael sighed and leaned against the doorframe of his son's bedroom, "James, you are being very unreasonable."

"I am not."

Michael had tried punishing his son for his behaviour but he had never really been the best disciplinarian, when James was in his first few years of Hogwarts they used to compare their reasons for getting detentions. Plus, he had never obeyed the rules set down by his parents either so he could hardly expect James to do that. "I know you are not getting on too well with Clarise at the moment," James snorted derisively. "But you haven't given her a chance."

James stopped packing and turned to face his father, his face set in defiance, "I don't care if I'm not giving her a chance. I don't even know how you can expect me to like the woman that pulled my parents apart! I hate her, and nothing you say is going to make me feel any different." He went back to his packing, which involved carelessly throwing his schoolbooks into his trunk and breaking off the cover of his favourite Quidditch book, not that he cared right now. "Anyway, she doesn't like me, I don't see why I should be the one to try and strike a truce when she's being just as bad as I am."

Michael ran a hand down his face, he had been alone with James for the last two days and all they had done was argue. Clarise had taken her children to see their grandparents, it was her idea of giving Michael sometime to discipline his disobedient son accordingly. "Fine, I tried and I give up."

"Good."

"Though I would still like to know where it is that you have been running off to every night." Continued Michael raising his eyebrows at the back of James messy haired head.

James snorted again, "That dad, is something I do not plan on telling you until I'm a qualified wizard."

"Why?"

James looked over his shoulder, "Because I would need to be able to protect myself properly if I tell you, which is why I'm not doing it now."

Michael frowned and folded his arms, "Are you seeing someone you shouldn't be seeing?" James stayed determinedly quiet. "James."

"Like I said dad, I'm not telling you." James closed his trunk and sat down on top of it. "So, are you ever going to tell Clarise that you're a wizard, or are you just going to keep your real life private?"

Michael raised an eyebrow, "What I tell my wife is none of your concern now, is it?"

James glared at his father, "Fine, whatever…I'll be glad to get out of this house." He stood up again and shrunk all of his luggage down so that he could just put it in his pocket. "I'll see you then." He pushed past his father and left his bedroom.

Once he had gotten out of the house, James Apparated to the park near where his mother's new house was, he found a park bench and sat down on it and put his head in his hands.

It wasn't that he disliked his father now, he just hated what Clarise was doing, she had changed his father far too much. They used to get along splendidly, joking about things and teasing each other, Michael used to help James practise his Quidditch in the back garden, they used to compare their detention records and see who had done the stupidest thing to get a detention. But now his father just wasn't the same, even when Clarise wasn't around. James knew his own attitude had changed since he saw his father last summer, but how could that man expect him to be the same? He had cheated on James' mother and married another woman.

"Thought I might find you here."

James looked up in surprise and saw his best friend watching him in concern, "Hey…"

Sirius tilted his head to the side a little, in a way reminiscent of Padfoot. "Are you all right?"

James shrugged, "I suppose so."

Sirius went and sat down on the bench next to James, his grey eyes still glue to James' miserable face, "Your mum said you were moving in with her." James raised an eyebrow curiously at him. "I thought I'd pay my favourite adoptive mum a visit, I heard she was back."

James nodded and sighed, "I am moving in with her. I'd be willing to move in with your family at the moment if it meant I could get away from that bitch Clarise."

Sirius raised his eyebrows in amusement; "She must be really horrible if you'd want to do that. I wouldn't even inflict my family on Voldemort." James smirked. "So, has Lucius not offered you a permanent place in his bed then?" Sirius' face looked very innocent but his tone was quite mocking.

James rolled his eyes, "No he hasn't, but he did say that his door is always open if I feel the need to run away again."

"Fair enough."

James checked his watch and saw that it was lunchtime now, "Anyway, I should continue onto mum's, I'm hungry. You?" Sirius nodded and jumped up. "Ah I forgot, you're always hungry."

"Duh."

James got up as well and then he and Sirius headed out of the park and down the quiet street to his mother's new house. When they entered the house they heard voices coming from the kitchen.

Sirius raised an eyebrow; "Maybe it's the neighbours."

James nodded in agreement, he led the way through to the kitchen and as soon as he and Sirius entered he stopped dead, causing his friend to walk straight into him.

"Ah James, I was wondering where you'd gotten to." Said Irene Potter smiling. "Hello again, Sirius."

Sirius nodded silently, he was now looking at the same thing as James, a red headed female to be exact.

Lily Evans smiled at the two dark haired boys, "I was hoping I didn't have to see you two again so soon."

"You know each other?" Asked Irene curiously.

James scowled at Lily, "Unfortunately."

Lily nodded, "Yes we do. We're in the same year at Hogwarts."

Sirius snorted with laughter and slapped James on the back, "Bad luck Prongsie. I'll see you around."

James glared at his best friend, a glare that promised he would get Sirius for this.

"Lily, why don't you and Petunia show James around the town?" Suggested a rather pretty woman, that James supposed was Mrs Evans.

Before Lily could reply with her smirk still set in place, James spoke up, "Eh no, that's ok. I have to unpack."

"I'm sure the girls could help you with that." Said Irene, she winked at her son.

James sighed, "All right, come on then." He led the way up to his new bedroom, Lily following in glee.

Once they were out of earshot of their parents, Lily spoke, "Well, well Potter. This should be fun."

James rolled his eyes, he took his luggage out of his pocket and grew it all back to its original size, "Believe me, if I knew you lived next door I would've stayed with my dad and his bitch."

Lily leaned against the doorframe, her eyebrows raised slightly, "I see you don't like your stepmother then."

James started throwing his stuff into his drawers, "Not that it's any of your business, but no, I don't. I wish she would die a slow and painful death."

Lily gazed at him calmly, "You know, there's no need to be so hostile, I was only asking."

James sighed and sat on his window seat, "Sorry, I've just had a really shitty day… If you repeat the fact that I just apologised to you, I will make your life a living hell."

Lily grinned, "You already do, James." She moved away from the doorframe and went over to James and held out her right hand. "Truce?" James raised his eyebrows sceptically at her. "Look, I figured if we're going to be neighbours now, we might as well try and get along. Plus, I'm sure you'd enjoy teasing my stupid sister as much as I do."

James frowned slightly in thought for a moment before shaking her hand, "Truce."

"Great."

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James was washing the dishes for his mum after dinner that night, while she perused the Evening Prophet.

"You've been unusually quiet this evening." Commented Irene, glancing over the top of her paper at her son.

"Just thinking." Replied James quietly as he scrubbed the burnt on lasagne off the bottom of the cooking dish.

Irene put her paper down and took a sip of her sherry, "Thinking about what?"

James shrugged, "Ways to kill Clarise…wondering if Lily's being sincere about a truce cause I honestly don't trust her…"

Irene nodded, "Yes, I don't blame you for wanting to kill the woman, I would enjoy nothing more than to do that but then someone has to be around for you, don't they?"

James turned around to face his mother, he leaned back against the kitchen bench, "She's an absolute cow, I hate her."

"Again, I don't blame you, Jamie." Replied Irene seriously. "So what's she really like then?"

James raised an eyebrow, "She's a stuck up, pompous tart, she thinks she owns the place and she practically tries to convince dad to have me committed."

Irene frowned slightly, "Why? What have you been doing?"

James tried to give her an innocent look, "What makes you think I've been doing things?"

"James."

James slumped his shoulders and went and sat down at the table opposite his mother, "I keep storming out every time dad and I argue…"

"Ah yes, he did mention that yesterday." Said Irene disapprovingly. "And where is it that you go when you storm out?"

James got himself a drink and sat back down, "I don't want to say…"

"I won't be angry James, you can tell me." Irene gazed at her son who seemed to determined not to say anything now. "Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

James choked on his drink, "What?"

Irene smiled and nodded, "Yes I thought it would be one of them." James stared at her in minor shock. "Well I figured if you keep storming out at night, you're either going off partying or you have a boyfriend or girlfriend that you don't want us to know about." James blinked. "You don't have to give me his or her name, I'd just like to know."

James sighed and rubbed his eyes; he hated it when his mother did that. It seemed like she could read his mind sometimes. "…Boyfriend."

"Mm, I thought so."

James stared at her blankly, "What do you mean you thought so? Am I that easy to read?"

"You are a bit transparent, sweetie. Sorry." Irene smiled at the look of indignation on his face. "Don't worry, I won't ask who the mystery man is."

James chewed his bottom lip, "You don't mind?"

"No I don't. As long as you're happy, I am not bothered."

James smiled; he leaned across the table and kissed his mum on the cheek, "Thank you."

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A/N: Was that long enough for ya?

Next Chapter: Lucius and James are caught in a rather compromising position by Irene.