This is only part of the chapter but it has taken me so long to get this that i wanted to post what i have done. I'll try and finish soon but real life is difficult being in the military and being a mother to a 14 month old daughter.


"So we get to hear about some more of your accidental magic," James said, looking down at his son in Lily's arms.

"More?" Harry and Talon asked.

"You've been performing magic since you were inside the womb," Lily commented. "There was one time Sirius was talking to you through my stomach and I guess he said something you didn't like and you turned his hair green and silver and changed his clothes to Slytherin robes."

"But I'm not that powerful. I am always one of the last to perform a spell right," Harry said.

"That's due to interference," Whiskers growled, glancing at the contrite looking Headmaster.

"Also I haven't made it any easier on you either," Wisdom said, looking between her younger self who looked down in shame and Harry.

"I'm so sorry Harry, I know that I've made you feel bad about being better than me in DADA. I don't mean to but it is just so hard being a muggle born to get anywhere in the Wizarding world, so I thought that I have to be the best at everything that I do. You can try your best and I will try not to get too upset." Hermione said sheepishly.

"And you, Headmaster, will do what…" Talon snapped after several seconds when it appeared that Dumbledore wasn't going to say anything.

Dumbledore just looked down at his wand before waving it and saying, "Aufero Obstructionum."

A bright golden light engulfed Harry and when it disappeared, Harry stood there standing with the confidence that his older self possessed. "Try casting your Patronus now," Talon said.

Harry nodded and said, "Expecto Patronum." Not realizing that his wand was still sitting on the couch next to Ginny, a stag and a griffin appeared in front of him and bowed.

"Harry," Ginny whispered, getting his attention. When he turned to face her, he was shocked, as was everyone but the future, to see that Ginny was holding his wand out to him.

"Let's continue shall we," Talon said, drawing everyone's attention back to the book.

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.

"Lord they are boring, never changing anything other than pictures," Padfoot said.

"I thought it was established already that they were boring," Moony chuckled.

Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.

The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

"Why?" Lily asked menacingly. "Petunia, I swear if my son has been neglected…" she trailed off.

No one wanted to cross her at the moment, and both Harry's squirmed uncomfortably knowing that Lily was going to be very upset at her sister within just a few moments. Talon also knew that he had inherited his mothers temper and was fully prepared to cast a silencing spell around the babies so as not to deafen them.

Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

"She used to wake me up that way when I was home during the summer," Lily said.

Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.

"You remember things like that?" Moony asked.

"Sometimes I would remember that, others I would remember faces. I thought that they were family. After a while though they faded, and just became dreams," Harry answered, not really looking at anyone.

His aunt was back outside the door.

"Are you up yet." she demanded.

"Nearly," said Harry.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday." Harry groaned.

"You cooked at 10?" Alice said, stunned.

"I actually started cooking at 5, I'm not that bad at it either," Harry said, somewhat sad yet also semi proud of himself.

"He has to be, Gin can't cook anything to save her life," Paws said, while the younger Ron and the rest of the Weasley's in the room just nodded in agreement.

Both Ginny's just pulled out their wands, just holding it on her leg, and all those who knew of her bat-boggy hex looked on fearfully.

"What did you say." his aunt snapped through the door.

"He didn't say anything you miserable hag," Draco commented, before remembering that he was in a room with a bunch of Gryffindor's that didn't particularly like him. He blushed, while looking at his godfather and his future self, who just smirked and nodded his head knowingly.

"Nothing, nothing..." Dudley's birthday - how could he have forgotten. Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them,

Both Ron's shuddered, while Lily looked murderous and Padfoot asked, "Why would there be a spider on you sock?"

Harry and Talon just looked sadly at him and nodded to the book, not answering him.

put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.

The room exploded, before Talon had a chance to put the silencing charm up and the noise ended up waking all the kids.

"But you," George

"Had a room," Fred

"When we" George

"Came and got you" Fred

"Before second year" they finished together

"It'll explain later," Harry said.

When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise - unless of course it involved punching somebody.

"Let me guess," Lily started.

"That someone is you," James finished.

"But your magic healed you which is why your nose is still straight am I right," Sirius asked. Harry nodded.

Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.

Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes.

"You really are the perfect mix of both your parents. It's just that people can't see past the Potter hair to see how much of your mom you have in you." Padfoot said.

"It's the same way for me. The hair really is a curse, I look exactly like my mother except for my hair which comes from dads side and that's all people see. When I realized that, that's what I wanted people to focus on. If people only see what they want, play it," James explained.

"That's why you were always messing up your hair in school?" Talon asked. James nodded but looked confused along with everyone else. "It's mentioned in the fifth book."

He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

"You liked the stupid thing?" Draco asked.

"I never knew what it meant," Harry said. "All I knew was that it was mine and the Dursley's couldn't take it away from me."

He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.

"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said.

Shouts of outrage once again filled the room. Talon waited until everyone stopped yelling before continuing.

"And don't ask questions." Don't ask questions - that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.

"That explains so much," Minerva muttered.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.

"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.

"It doesn't work," Lily and Whiskers said.

About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way - all over the place.

Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head.

"So like a pig in a wig," Lily said. While Harry and Talon snickered.

Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel - Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

"And there is Lily's cheek," Snape mumbled.

Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents.

His face fell.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"Bloody hell, even I don't get that many presents," Draco said.

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy." "All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face.

Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.

Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin. Two more presents. Is that all right''

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty ... thirty..."

"This kid is now 11 and can't add 37 and two. How the bloody hell did he get through school?" Sirius asked.

"Until I went to Hogwarts, I did his work for him. After I left Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon paid his way until fifth year. Things changed right before fifth year that really shaped Dudley up," Talon explained.

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then." Uncle Vernon chuckled. "Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.

At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.

"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him." She jerked her head in Harry's direction.

"Isn't she in the Order?" James asked.

Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.

"But why would she do that? Why is everyone lying to you? Where the hell are you two?" James asked rounding on his two best friends.

"Now what." said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Isn't that the one," Ron said. Harry nodded, while Fred, George and Mischief cackled loudly.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy." The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there - or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.

"What about what's-her-name, your friend - Yvonne." "On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.

"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer).

Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"And come back and find the house in ruins." she snarled.

"I won't blow up the house," said Harry, but they weren't listening.

"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "...

and leave him in the car..."

"He's not a dog," Padfoot said.

"No but you are," Harry said, "I'm apparently a griffin."

Everyone laughed at the dumbfounded look on Padfoot's face.

"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone..." Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying - it had been years since he'd really cried - but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.

"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.

"I... don't... want... him... t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. "He always sp- spoils everything!" He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms.

Just then, the doorbell rang - "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Petunia frantically - and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat.

"I hate rat's," Ron and Paws said.

He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.

Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside.

"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harry's, "I'm warning you now, boy - any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas." "I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly..

But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen.

"Yay! Your magic," Lily said excitedly.

Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses.

Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.

"There's those Black genes coming through. I thought you might be a metamorphigous. Your hair was shorter the morning after we got to headquarters than when we picked you up," Tonks said.

"It was mostly blocked," Talon explained. "The only thing it doesn't change is my scar. I can't cover it up with anything other than muggle makeup."

While Talon was talking Harry was concentrating and changed his hair to the same color red as Lily's and when people looked at him again they realized that what James said earlier was true. They all saw what they wanted to, especially in Snape's case, with the red hair, the only feature that defined Harry as James Potter's son was that his hair was still a messy mop like normal, otherwise he looked exactly like his mother.