Diary of the Unforgotten
James walked sleepily into the kitchen the next day as the man called Kingsley was talking to Tonks. "Morning," he mumbled.
"Good morning, James," Kingsley said, beaming at him. "You'll be going to Fred's house today. George should be there when you arrive."
The reunion was tearful, and wonderful, and confusing. When James had given them the wands, the twins had broken down in tears, hugging him. He hardly knew these people, but they treated him like he was someone they'd been waiting all their lives for. Maybe they had been, he didn't know. All he knew was that he wasn't afraid. Even though he'd be living in hiding, he wasn't afraid.
"This is your room," Fred told him, keeping a hand on his shoulder. "You're trunk's there, and I got you a Muggle television. I'll teach you how to work it. Er…I got you clothes, but if you don't like them or if they don't fit, we can go shopping again."
They ended up back in the kitchen where Kingsley, Tonks and George were all talking about something in the paper. They tried to push it out of sight, but he caught a glimpse of the front page. "Hey! That's Seamus! What's wrong?" he asked, dread filling him. "Give it here. What's happened."
"They caught him, James," Tonks said softly.
"They…he…what's going to happen to him now?"
"Nothing," Kingsley said. "He had a poison on him, and he drank it before they could interrogate him. He's dead."
James fell into a seat. He couldn't deal with this all at once. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into the face of George. "I need you to tell me…about my parents," he said. "But I can't…I need…."
"You can have all the time you need," George said. "You're safe now."
LbN: Hope you liked it! Like I said, I don't know whether or not to write the last one (from Scorpius's POV). Leave a review and weigh in!