The next morning, Harry was sitting in the Great Hall having breakfast with his friends when Jamie showed up. "Hey, guys."
"Hey, Jamie. Sit down," Harry said as he moved down a bit.
Jamie smiled and sat down between his brother and Hermione. He looked around and noticed that a lot of the other Gryffindor's were looking at him like he was the enemy. "Um, it's okay for me to sit here, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's fine," Harry said before sending his housemates a glare. The way they treated him for the whole Voldemort thing was one thing, but he wasn't going to let them treat his brother badly just because he was a Slytherin and dared to sit with them.
Jamie turned around to see Draco Malfoy sitting behind him. "What?"
"What do you think you're doing?" Draco asked with a disgusted look on his face.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm about to eat breakfast," Jamie told him.
"You can't sit at that table," Draco said.
"Why not? This is where my brother sits and I want to eat with him," Jamie said.
"Slytherins do not sit with Gryffindors," Draco said simply.
Jamie was about to reply when Severus walked over with timetables. "Is there a problem here?"
"Professor, is it against the rules for me to sit at a different table than Slytherin?" Jamie asked. He knew it wasn't, but he was trying to make a point.
"Of course not, Mr. Potter. You may sit wherever you wish," Severus said before handing him a timetable and walking off to continue with his other students.
Jamie smirked at Draco. "Well, apparently I can sit here."
"You're going to regret this, Potter," Draco warned before turning around in his seat.
"That was nice," Harry said.
"Thanks. That guy gets on my nerves. Last night, he was acting like he was God's gift to the planet and that I was lucky he found me worthy enough for him to associate with," Jamie said.
"Oh, did he give you that whole 'wrong sort' speech?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. You too?" Jamie asked.
Harry nodded. "Before we were even sorted. He reminded me of my… or should I say our cousin, Dudley. He's the main reason I begged the hat to sort me in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin."
"Yeah, he's a real git. Sorry you have to share a house with him," Ron said.
"Have you met anyone in Slytherin you like?" Harry asked. He hoped his brother would at least have some friends in his house.
"Well, Blaise Zabini seems nice. Theodore Nott too. I know his dad's a death eater, but he doesn't seem to be like that," Jamie said.
"I don't know much about either of them. They've never really bothered me," Harry said.
Just then, Professor McGonagall came over with the Gryffindor timetables and handed Harry his.
"Thanks, Professor," Harry said as he took it from her.
"Might I have a word, Mr. Pot…? Sorry, Mr. Snape?" Minerva asked.
"Sure, Professor," Harry said before following her to an empty corner of the Great Hall.
"Harry, I wanted you to know that I heard all about what happened," Minerva said.
"I assume everyone has by now," Harry said. The truth about the whole mistaken Boy Who Lived thing was out in the open, as was the truth of his paternity.
"Yes, but not everyone knows the full extent of it. The headmaster saw fit to whitewash what really happened. But I know the truth and I want you to know that I find what the Potters and the headmaster did to be appalling! You deserved better than that," Minerva told him sincerely. Oh, she'd had quite a few words for both the headmaster and the Potters. She'd even thrown a curse or two at Albus. What they did to this poor child and even to the Potter child was reprehensible.
Harry smiled. "Thanks, Professor. That means a lot."
Minerva nodded and walked away.
Harry went back to his seat and sat down.
"Is everything alright, Harry," Hermione asked.
"Yeah, fine," he said before looking at his timetable. "Well, it looks like we'll be able to avoid Potter for another day. Defense is on Wednesdays for us."
"Oi, when did Defense become the subject to avoid?" Ron asked.
"When it started being taught by a jackass," Harry said.
"Wait, is this guy really that bad?" Ginny asked.
"You'll be fine, Gin. You're a Gryffindor and not a Snape. He won't care much about you. It's just me that has to worry," Harry said.
"Would you like us to prank him, Harry?" George asked. "It would be our…"
"To seek Justice…"
"On your behalf," the twins said.
"Holy crap. How do they do that?" Jamie asked.
"No one knows," Harry said before looking at Fred and George. "Thanks for the offer guys, but I can handle Potter."
"Are you sure, Harry? I mean, you did think he was your father for a long time. It might be kind of difficult," Hermione said.
"I no longer associate Potter with the man I heard about for so long. It's clear now that that man doesn't exist. I have a live father who cares about me. I don't need some false memory," Harry said. It had been painful in the beginning. When he thought of Potter, he'd thought of the man he spent five years hearing about. It had hurt to know that that person hated his very existence. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn't need love from James Potter. He didn't need that false reality. His life had become much better since learning who his father really was. His mother's betrayal still hurt though. It probably always would.
"So what do we have first today," Ron asked with a mouth full of eggs.
"Ron, don't speak with your mouth full. And your timetable is right in front of you. Look at it yourself," Hermione lectured.
"I'm eating," Ron said.
Harry chuckled. "We've got Potions first. Huh. I'm actually looking forward to it."
"I'm telling you, Mate, it's the end of the world. What are we coming to when Snape's class isn't the one we dread going to?" Ron asked.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on, we should get to class or we'll be late. No matter what has changed, my dad expecting us to be on time isn't one of them," Harry said.
Jamie and Hermione immediately got up to follow Harry.
"I'll meet you there," Ron said while continuing to eat.
Harry, Jamie, and Hermione started back towards the Tower to get their books. "Hey, Jamie, you know where your mum is? She wasn't at breakfast."
"Don't know, don't care."
Lily made her way through the Daily Prophet. She got quite a few looks on her way. Despite the fact that everyone had known of her return for weeks, people still gawked. Not that she was surprised. It wasn't very often that people came back from the dead.
Lily approached Rita Skeeter's office and walked inside. She wasn't the most respectable reporter there, but in this case, that worked to her advantage.
Skeeter was sitting at her desk when Lily came in. She looked up and was surprised at who she found. "Lily Potter. I knew you were alive, but seeing you in person is just extraordinary. What can I do for you?"
"Actually, it's what I can do for you. I have a story that will blow your mind. The real story behind our 'deaths' and Boy Who Lived debacle," Lily said. This was the first step into making Dumbledore and James pay for what they did. She was going to expose everything they'd tried to keep hidden. Well, everything except the compulsion charms. That she would save for a later date.
"Are you saying that the story we were given was a lie?" Skeeter asked intrigued.
"Oh, it was true for the most part. But so much was omitted. I would like to give you the full story, under a few conditions that is," Lily said. She wasn't stupid. She knew what Skeeter would do if she was given full rein.
"What conditions?" Skeeter asked eagerly. This was the biggest story there was right now. She would agree to anything to have.
"First thing's first, and this is not a condition but an order. I've read the rubbish you've published about my son. That stops now. My son is a child. I will not allow you to slander him any longer. If you do, I will make sure that you never work for another newspaper ever again, and I will make sure Harry's father sues you for all you're worth," Lily said firmly. While she was here, she was going to make sure the slander of Harry was stopped for good.
Skeeter gulped. "Agreed."
"Good," Lily said before sitting down in the chair in front of Skeeter's desk. "Now my first condition is that you will not publish any lies or half-truths in this article. Believe me when I tell you that the truth is juicy enough."
"My other condition is that I remain anonymous," Lily said. She couldn't have James and Dumbledore finding out that she was the one behind this. This story would embarrass the hell out of them, but it wouldn't be enough to protect her or her sons from them.
"Well, I can't understand why you would want that, but alright," Skeeter agreed.
"Good," Lily said before beginning a story that would leave their entire word outraged.