Forget Me Not

[Scamantha]

Hi everyone, and welcome to my second Fan fic, which is based on the wonderful characters created by the fantastic J.K.R, they are not mine.

To all of you who read my other Fan Fic Ironic, I will still be working on it, as well as this one. This story Forget Me Not is in no way related to Ironic.

And so our story begins:

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"You don't get it do you Potter? It's over you can't win even if you defeat me you'll be lost," cackled the man if you could call it that, his red eyes dancing with the reflection of the burning buildings around them.

"I don't care!!!" he heard himself scream.

"Your parents, your friends everyone you have ever loved taken from you, nothing left," the figure laughed, a cruel and haunting sound.

"As long as you’re not around then that’s fine by me!" he yelled again raising his wand.

"So be it then you insolent little fool," called the man also raising his wand.

With no warning a flash of light was coming towards him.

"Nooooooooooooo," the man screamed, sitting up in his bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavy.

"What is it?" asked a sleepy voice beside him.

"Nothing, babe," he asked. "Go back to sleep."

Slowly he reached for his glasses so he could see, and walked to the bathroom. Slowly he splashed water on his face. This wasn't the first time he had had that dream, to be honest with himself he had had it every few nights for the last 4 years. The other night were filled with dreams of her, the woman with the red hair that was all he knew only her hair. Needless to say he liked that dream better than the nightmare that had just woke him up, again. There was so many things wrong with that dream he didn't know where to start.

The man or whatever it was scared him half to death. Fire was everywhere it looked like a scene out of a war movie. Then there were the wands, as if there was such a thing as magic! But the thing that caused him the most trouble was who on this green earth was this Potter!

Shaking his head of the thoughts he looked in the mirror and saw staring back at him, a tall man will untidy dark hair, piercing green eyes behind his glasses not to mention there was a very light scar on his head, which was extremely hard to see unless you where looking for it, in the shape of a lighting bolt. The scar had been there as long as he could remember, which wasn't saying much considering his very first memory was waking up in a hospital four years ago. With injuries 'no man should have survived' but here he was alive and well. Except he had no idea who he really was.

"Jason, are you coming back to bed?" asked the woman who had been in his bed.

"No, Lisa I'm not sorry. I think I'll just watch some T.V."

"Fine whatever,"

Jason walked to the living area of his small flat on the outskirts of London, and turned on the T.V. one of his favourite movies was on, So laying on the couch he begin to watch, only to fall asleep again .

"Promise me you'll never forget me," it was the red haired girl, her head resting on his chest so he couldn't see her face.

"I could I never forget you, I'm going to marry you just as soon as this is all over"

"Really," there was a small catch in her voice.

"Of course, I love you, I could never love anyone the way I love you, especially after last night," his lips curling in to a grin.

He heard her gasp, "You wouldn't tell anyone?"

"Of course not, my love. It will be our little secret," he smiled.

"You had better go or I'll never let you go," she said letting go and turning around.

"I'll be back for you," he said to her.

"I know. I'll love you forever."

She was just about to turn around and kiss him when Jason fell off the couch, and woke up cursing.
"A few more seconds," he said out loud.

"What was that?" demanded a voice from the kitchen.

"Don't start Lisa," he said cringing because it was going to be one of those days.

"I can't see why you can't sleep in the same bed as me!" Lisa started.

"Because I don't like sleeping," Jason replied.

"You slept fine on the couch, you were smiling!"

"I was dreaming," Jason said calmly.

"About HER! Again?" Lisa demanded.

"Yes, if you must know."

"How am I supposed to compete with a woman who doesn't exist?" Lisa asked.

"Lisa… You can't," Jason whisper to the floor.

"Fine, Goodbye Jason. Consider this relationship over!!" Lisa yelled and left the flat.

Jason rubbed his forehead trying to work out why every relationship he'd been in ended up in the same place, the toilet. With a shrug of his shoulders Jason got up and started to get ready for work.

Little did Jason know that in a house more commonly know as The Burrow, a woman with red hair was preparing breakfast for a young boy, who wore glasses over his green eyes and untidy dark hair.

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The red-haired woman placed a bowl of porridge in front of the boy and sat down at the table across from him.

"What are you having for breakfast Mummy?" the little boy asked.

"I'm not hungry, Wyatt, please eat yours before it goes cold," she said.

"Mummy, since your not eating can you tell me about you and Daddy again?" he asked hopeful.

"Where would you like me to start?" she asked softly.

"When he finally realised, he was madly in love with you!" he said excitedly.

She laughed "Alright… well it was when he was in his sixth year at Hogwarts, and I my fifth, for a little while we were so happy, then it as ended with the death of the great wizard Albus Dumbledore. Your father had work to do and I understood that I just wished I could help I felt so useless staying behind. For a long time about three years I didn't see him and then on my 18th birthday, there he was standing right there."

She pointed to the backdoor fighting back tears as she saw him there once more, smiling at her. When she closed her eyes and opened them, he was gone.

"Anyway," she continued looking back at the little boy that looked so much like him. "He could only stay for the night and would have to leave in the morning, he had brought Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione with him, everyone was so happy to see them again after so long, we spent every second together, but in the end he had to go. I cried for weeks after they had left. Information was hard to get so all I could do was wait. About 9 months something happened to keep me very busy."

"What?" Wyatt asked although the grin told his mother he knew the answer already.

"You where born my darling, the best thing that has ever happened to me, for the longest time before you where born I tried to decide if I should tell your father about you. I was scared of losing him in the battle, and I knew if he knew about you he'd try and be careful, but I was scared that knowing about you would do more harm than good. I also couldn't run the risk of a letter falling into the wrong hands, and that’s why he never knew about you. So for 18 months after you where born nobody really knew you existed. Then the news broke Voldemort was dead, Harry Potter had defeated him. I was so happy I cried for two days I was finally be able to tell the world about my little boy, and Harry would meet his son. However that never happened when Your Uncle came home I knew after one look at him I would be alone forever and you my baby boy would never meet your father," there were tears running down her face now.

Wyatt got off his seat, walked around to his mother and climbed in to her lap and placing a hand on each cheek, he said.

"Mummy, you'll never be alone, I'm here with you."

Without a word she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

"Mummy,"

"Yes my darling?"

"Why did you call me Wyatt?"

"Because, your father's soul is white and pure, and Wyatt sound a little like white. Why do you ask?"

"Uncle Fred keeps saying you named me after a cowboy."

"No my dear, you where not named after a cowboy," she laughed.

"Ginny, Dear, do you need me to babysit Wyatt today?" asked Mrs Weasley walking in to room.

"Umm... Why would I need you to…? Oh that's right I have to help Hermione look for a wedding dress."

"Yes dear, you promised her remember."

"I don't know why we have to go now, the wedding’s not for almost 12 months." complained Ginny.

"You know Hermione," said Mrs Weasley.

"Mummy," came Wyatt's voice "I can look after myself, I'm a big boy now."

"Are you? I thought you where still a baby," said Ginny with mock surprise.

"Mummy, I'm 5 and a half."

"So you are, but still not old enough to look after yourself. So you can stay with your Grandma or come shopping with me."

"Grandma, I hate shopping it's so boring," Wyatt declared.

"Tell me about it," sighed Ginny.

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"I can't believe you managed to get another on to leave you?"

"Shut it, Steven and hurry up we'll be late for work." said Jason, he and Steven where get ready to get of the bus.

"What are you no good in bed or something, because every time they stay over they leave you?" Steven laughed.

"That has nothing to do with it you git."

"It must be the morning after they leave you."

"Look if you must know I don't… well you know. I haven’t with any of them for that matter," spat Jason at his so-called friend

"Well that explains it, you are **** in bed, you don't do anything," laughed Steven as they got off the bus and started to walk to the music store they worked at.

"Can we please drop it?"

"Oh no mate, this is too much fun," continued Steven walking past the bridal shop on the left hand side of the music store.

"I just can't they’re not her," Jason said slipping the key into the padlock on the gate of the store.

"Ok bubby," began Steven as he began to open the now unlocked gate. "I'm going to let you in on a secret; she's not real."

"I don't know so much," Jason now had unlocked the front door and was walking to the counter where he sent most of his day.

"Jason I worry about you sometimes mate."

"Just get to work."

Most of the day passed without interest, until abut half and hour before close up. Jason was sitting at the counter staring out the front window. Steven was talking to a customer about the best care for Vinyl. When he saw her, she was walking past the shop, he couldn't see her face but she had red hair, not any red hair but the one from his dream. Jason had never seen it in really life before.

He dived over the counter and run out in to the street, all he could think was I need to see her face, why he didn't know he just knew he did. But when he made it to the street her and her friend had disappeared as if by magic. On an impulse Jason run to the bridal shop next door.

"Hey Chrissie?" he called to the woman hang up dresses.

"Yeah Jays, whats up?" she called back.

"Did you just have two women in here?"

"Jays I have women in here all day," she laughed.

"Right, one had red hair; the other's was a brown I think."

"Oh those two they where here, why?"

"Did you happen to catch the red head’s name?" Jason almost begged.

"Umm… what was it… Oh yeah the other one called her Gin, does that help?"

"No not really, not now at least, but thanks," Jason called walking back the store.

"So who are you Gin, and why can't I get you out of my head," he asked out loud.


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Hermione looked at the clock; it was 5:30pm and she started to move a little faster because Ron would arrive soon for their evening together. Mrs. Weasley had asked that they didn't live together before the wedding, so Hermione and Ron had agreed. So every night after work they would spend time together at Hermione's flat, then Ron would return home to the Borrow.

"Babe, you home?" Ron called opening to front door.

"In the kitchen," she called.

Hermione heard Ron walk into the kitchen, he walk up behind her, wrapped he arms around her waist and kissed her softly on the back of her neck.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Wonderful, I found a dress today," she exploded; Hermione had been dying to tell him.

"What for?" he asked.

Hermione turned around to face him, to find him grinning from ear to ear.

"Very funny, dinner's ready," she said, placing dinner on the table.

"Brilliant I'm starving," Ron exclaimed sitting down.

Sitting in the seat across from him Hermione asked, "How was work?"

"Fine, I really don't want to talk about work though, how about you, tell me about this dress?" he grinned.

Hermione began to laugh; he knew he so well. "After dinner,"

Later that night when they where sitting on the couch together just enjoying each other’s company, Hermione decided to ask Ron something that had been bothering her.

"Ron."

"Umm…"

"Who's going to be your best man at the wedding?" she asked.

"My best mate, that's who," Ron answered.

"But Ron, in the last four years I have never heard you ever refer to anyone as your best mate."

"That's because I only have one."

"Ron, Harry's go…"

"Don't finish it Hermione," yelled Ron jumping up.

"Gone," said Hermione with determination "For four years now, Ron, Harry is Gone!" she yelled.

"NO HE'S NOT!" Ron face was starting to get very red.

"Ron we were there we saw it, after the explosion there was nothing left but Voldemort's body, and Harry's wand. That's it Ron, nothing. Voldemort knew it would happen, didn't you hear him," begged Hermione close to tears.

"I heard him, maybe it was you who didn't; otherwise you'd know he is really still alive."

"Four years Ron, four years, do you really think that Harry would stay away from us, from GINNY, that long?" she demanded.

"He'd have a good reason," Ron said defectively.

"Yes, Ron he does he's de…"

"Please Hermione I…" there were tears in his eyes now. " I can't believe it, I know he's out there somewhere," the tear now ran freely down his cheeks.

Hermione walked over to him and hugged him, she felt him shake as he cried and held her like a small scared child, and Hermione also began to cry.

"Ron do you not see what you are doing to your sister?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"As long as you keep this up, so will she, Ginny will refuse to believe as well. As long as you do so will she."

"But, he is st…"

"Ron," she said firmly. "Harry is gone, he's dead."

"No, he's not!!" Ron yelled, and he turned and left slamming the door behind her.

Hermione sighed this was not the first time this had happened. Any mention of Harry would normally result in the same reaction. Hermione laid in the couch thinking.

There was a difference tonight Ron had never mention what Voldemort had said before.

"What did he say that made Ron think you're still alive?" she asked the photo of Harry.

He didn't answer, just smiled and waved to her from his place beside Ginny. (The photo had been taken at Bill and Fleur's wedding.)

'Think Hermione think what Voldemort said.'

"You don't get it do you Potter? It's over you can't win even if you defeat me you'll be lost."

'Sounds to me Voldemort knew he would die.'

"Your parents, your friends everyone you have ever loved taken from you, nothing left."

'There you have it dead… wait a second, the last bit nothing left, of cause if your dead nothing would be left, and that to you will be lost, you have to have some kind conciseness, it almost sounds like Harry would for…’

"OH MY GOD, Ron's right Harry's alive!!!" she screamed to the room at large.

Without pausing for a second, Hermione was gone. With a pop she was standing at the door of the Burrow and knocking for all she was worth.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" ask Ginny opening the door.

"Is Ron, back I need to talk to him?"

"Yeah his in his room, did you two…?"

Hermione didn't hear the rest she was already half way up the stairs. Almost not stopping in time Hermione reached Ron's door, and opened it. She took a deep breath for two reasons one, she was out of breath and two Ron must have been getting ready for bed because he was standing there in a pair of boxer shorts and that’s it.

"What do you want?" he asked her.

"Ron, I understand you're mad but please listen to me."

Ron sat on his bed his eyes still a little red. "Alright."

"Ron, I believe you, I think your right."

"About what?" he demanded.

"Harry, I think he's a… al… alive," she whispered.

"Why to keep me happy? But your right it's been four years he'd have come back by now."

"No," she said excitedly sitting on his bed next to him. "Not if he couldn't remember us."

Hermione watched the light in Ron's eyes brighten with hope, it was right there but she became scared that it was false hope.

"We should tell Ginny!" Ron yelled jumping up.

"No Ron," she hissed "What if I'm wrong do you really want to put her and Wyatt through that?"

"No."

"Ron, why did you think he was alive?" she asked quietly.

"Voldemort said Harry would lose his parents," he answered.

"And…?"

"Well, he'd already lost his parents,"

"Oh, dear," Hermione said. "Will you forgive me?" she then asked.

"There's nothing to forgive," he said cuddling her. "You can't help it if you're not as bright as me," he laughed.

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Wyatt Potter sat at the desk in the living room, he was practicing his handwriting, and his Mummy had told him if he writes a letter to someone, it would help. So that's what he was doing writing; a letter to no one really.

"Mummy," he called.

"Yes darling," she said walking into the room.

"How do you spell Grandparents?"

"G… R… A… N… D… P… A… R… E… N… T… S."

"Thank you mummy."

"You're welcome" she said, walking over and kissing him on the forehead. "Do you need anymore help?"

"I don't think so mummy," he answered.

A few minutes later Wyatt had just finished his letter. When Hedwig flew in the window and landed on the desk. Wyatt quickly looked around the room, when he was happy no one was around, he quickly placed the letter in a envelope. Wrote: To You. Then giving it to Hedwig he said;

"Please, take this to someone who will write back?"

Hedwig hopped over and rubbed her beautiful soft feathers on his face and flew from the room.

Wyatt smiled has he watched her fly away, 'maybe she'd have a letter for me, when she got back.' he thought.

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Jason was unpacking his shopping when he heard the tapping at the window. Smiling to himself he turned around to see the gorgeous snowy white owl was back. She had been coming and going for 3 years now. Jason had been getting worried he hadn't seen her in a few days.

"Well, hello there beautiful, how are you today?" he asked opening the window, to let her in.

She flew in and dropped a letter at his feet.

"What's this?" Jason asked her as he picked up the envelope, which was addressed: To You.

Jason opened it and took out the letter that was clearly written by a child. He read it.

Hi,
My name is Wyatt and I five and a half years old. I live in England with my Mummy, Grandparents and Uncle. I don't have a Daddy he died when I was a baby. I never met him. I have dark hair green eyes and I wear glasses. Mummy says I look like my Daddy. I wish I didn't, she cries sometimes when she looks at me and thinks about him. I love my Mummy.
Wyatt.

Jason read the letter a few times, before he noticed the owl was sitting on his desk.

"What are you up to?"

She picked up a pen and dropped in on the desk.

"Do you want me to write back?"

She dropped the pen again.

"I'll take that as a yes shall I?"

Later when Jason had finished his letter he put it in an envelope and wrote Wyatt's name on the front. He looked at the owl.

"You know where to take this right?"

The owl just picked up the letter and flew out the open window. "I guess so," said Jason as he watched her fly away.

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Wyatt was bathed and dressed for bed, he had decided to play in his room, and his theory being if he was quiet the adults would forget he was awake and not send him to bed. It hadn't worked yet, but he was willing to give it a few more tries. When he opened the door he saw Hedwig sitting on his bed with a letter. Wondering if it was the letter he wrote or not he made his way over to her.

His face lit up into a huge smile when he saw the outside of the envelope said: Wyatt.

"Wyatt, sweetheart it's time for bed," said his mother walking in to the room.

"Mummy look I have a letter," he said excitedly waving it in the air, "will you help me read it, please Mummy?"

"Of course Baby," His mother smiled climbing on to the bed with him and Hedwig. Hedwig must have thought it too crowded because she relocated to the top of Wyatt's wardrobe.

Ginny opened the envelope, took out the letter and began to read:

Dear Wyatt,

My name is Jason; I am 24 and a half years old. I just like you live in England, but I don't live with anyone, it’s just me. I was surprised to get your letter form what I can only assume is your owl; if you can write back I'd really like to know her name.

Something else amazed me Wyatt, I too have dark hair green eyes and I also wear glasses, that's weird isn't it.

I'm sorry to hear about your Daddy, Wyatt, I also don't know my Daddy, but I don't know my Mummy either.

I'll let you in on a secret…

"Mummy, you can't know his secret," Wyatt said.

"It's ok baby I won't listen."

"Oh alright then,"

...I have always loved your name; did you know that it means 'brave in war'? I think it's the prefect name for you. You sound like a very brave little boy.
Well Wyatt I have to go to work at the music store I work at tomorrow, and have lots to do before bed, so I should go. If this reaches you before bed; Goodnight, if you get it in the morning; Good Morning.

Jason.

"He sounds really nice Mummy; can I write to him some more please?" Wyatt begged.

"I think so, but he is a muggle, I think, so you have to be careful what you say," his mum smiled.

"Oh Thank you Mummy, I'll write back now!"

"Wyatt, in the morning, it's bedtime now," she laughed.

"Sorry Mummy."

After being tucked in to bed and many kisses and huggles later, Wyatt began to drift off to sleep.

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A/N Yes I know Huggles is not a real word but in my house it is, you see one day I was asking my little girl Isabella for a hug. I went to say Hug and cuddle at the same time, and it came out Huggle. So now that's what she calls them.


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Ron was sitting on Hermione's living room floor, he looked at what can only be described as 5 foot 4 inches piles of files from muggle hospitals, all cases of amnesia, in the last 4 years, Ron then looked at his soon to be wife. Hermione sat crossed legged on the floor in front of the couch, reading a file. As she was reading a piece of hair fell from it place behind her ear into her face. Hermione blew at the hair but all it do was go up then come back down to where it had been.

"Here let me, get it," Ron reached out and carefully placed the hair back behind her ear, then for good measure he kissed her.

"What was that for?" she whispered

"Because I love you" Ron smiled.

"I love you too, but I'm not going to be able to sort out these file by myself."

"I know, I've been meaning to ask; how did you get them?"

"Well," she began to go a little red. "I convinced the head healer of the Spell Damage Ward, that maybe if we researched how muggles treated amnesia then maybe it could help, some of her patients," Hermione was now bright red.

"Hermione, will you marry me?"

"I already am," she laughed.

"Oh right, well then will you have my children?" he grinned.

"I was going to do that too," she replied loftily.

"Right, so what do you want me to do?"

"Well you sort the files into piles, we only need to look at file, form after Harry d... went missing, around his age and of course male."

"Of course. You know something?"

"What?" she asked asked looking up form the file.

"You're a genius, and you can have anyone you want being the world famous Hermione, why are you with me?"

Hermione looked up, place a hand on his knee.

"I'm with you, Ronald, because your the only one I've ever wanted to be with... Oh wait," she said with a grin.

"What?" he demanded.

"There was about two seconds that I wanted to be with someone else."

She laughed as Ron's face dropped.

"Who?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"If you must know Victor, and it was only for a few seconds."

"Victor!!! And here I am never wanting anyone but you, and you had feels for Victor," Ron demanded.

"Don't start, Won Won."

Ron grinned, "I thought you weren't going to use that against me anymore?" he asked with forged hurt.

"I wasn't, but this was a special occasion," she grinned. "Now sort that pile out," she ordered.

"Yes, dear."

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Ginny sat at the kitchern table, with a cup of tea and a letter form Jason. Ginny couldn't help but notice how much he sounded like Harry. Ginny started to cry, she missed him so much. She always told people it was for Wyatt, but that was only half true, in all honesty she'd give everything she owned to see him one more time. Alas it could never happen. Ginny had finally accepted that the man she loved and the father of her son was gone forever.

More tears fell.

"Ginny what on earth are you doing up?" asked Ron walking in to the kitchen.

"Just having a cuppa, want to join me?" Ginny asked wiping her eyes.

"Sure," he said grabbing a cup and sitting down beside her.

"So what were you up to at Hermione's?"

"I wasn't up to anything, who told you I was?"

"Noboby I was just wondering that's all."

"Oh sorry, I'm a little tried I think I might go to bed, you know I had a long day with work, wedding planning and research." Ron explained standing up.

"Ok then, night Ron."

"Night Gin."

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He was flying, the most wonderful feeling in the world, a castle could be seen in the background, he was chasing something. Then all of a sudden he was standing in front of a huge spider, which turned into a giant snake. Running towards him was a huge black dog and for some reason the sight of it made him want to cry.

Jason rolled over in his sleep.

Oh dear God, it was a dragon now, followed by what he could only guess where mermaids. They where chased away how the man that hunted Jason's other dreams, he was laughing this time, something about being able to touch him. The man slowly walked over and touched him.

Jason woke up screaming and there was a pain in his head that he could not explain, but in a second it was gone.'That was a new one,' he thought. He now was wide awake and wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. Jason checked his clock it was 4 in the morning, he decided to get up. Looking around his flat Jason couldn't help but realise how empty the place was, it was so lonely but it was where he lived for the 4 years since he had been released from the hospital. He wished so hard he had a family, if he did he couldn't remember them.

Wyatt, his new friend thanks to the beautiful Hedwig (for some reason the name sound so familiar) was writing to him everyday, and every night after work Jason would write back. They would tell each other about their day, and Wyatt would tell him more and more about his mum. Jason couldn't help but think of her as too good to be true.

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Jason sat in the horrible waiting room, when the receptionist behind the desk hung up the phone, "Mr Baker," she called. "Dr Anderson will see you now."

"Thank you," Jason said has he walked past her.

As he walked down the hall he realised just how much he hated this place, every two week for the last four years Jason had been coming here. Dr Anderson would ask the same questions, and Jason would give the same answers. Then Jason would be in a bad mood for two days because he still couldn't remember anything. Jason had reached the doctor's door, so he knocked.

"Come in Jason,"

Jason opened the door and noticed nothing had changed; the glass topped desk still sat in front of the window, there was still a chair in front of the desk, and off to the side was that horrible blue couch.

"Please sit down," The doctor said indicating one of the chairs in front of the desk, Jason sat. "So Jason how are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Have you remember anything?"

"No."

"Has anything exciting happened?"

"Well... I have a pen pal," Jason explained.

"Really? Tell me about them."

"His name is Wyatt, he's five and a half," Jason couldn't help but smile at the thought of the letters from Wyatt, on his desk at home.

"That's nice," Dr Anderson said in a bored tone. 'and you wonder why none of your patients get better, you uncaring git' thought Jason.

"Now about this woman you keep dreaming about," the doctor went on. " Came you describe her to me?"

"I told you no, I've told you a 100 times with her it's only the hair, never anything else," Jason almost spat.

"Yes, yes, I don't think she's anyone important, properly just some girl you pick up for a goo..."

The rest of the sentence was cut short as the glass top of the doctors desk, and every other piece of glass in the room, shattered into a thousand piece. Jason was shocked to say the least, he was also furious at what the Doctor was insinuating, 'How dare he say that' Jason thought.

"What the hell just happened?" demanded Dr Anderson.

"How am I suppose to know it's your office!" shouted Jason.

"You did it!" yelled the Doctor.

"I think you need help, you've lost it! How could I have done it?"

"Is everything alright?" asked the receptionist, running into the room, she was very shaky, "All the glass out here just exploded!"

"I'm out of here!" yelled Jason.

As he stormed out he noticed that indeed everything glass in the waiting room was now in pieces on the floor. 'Weird' he thought.

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Wyatt sat on the counter of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, sucking on a lollipop his Aunty Angelina has given him. Of all the place Wyatt had been this was his favourite; his Uncles and Aunts always spoiled him rotten, everyone who came in always was happy. At the moment the shop was full of kids begging their parents for something or an other.

"Wyatt!" squealed a little girl running up to the counter. "How are you?"

"Ok, how are you Jackie?" Wyatt asked.

"Oh, I'm ok," the blonde girl replied.

"Jacqueline, Dear," called Aunt Fleur from the door, "You make sure you stay clean, we're going to your grandparents house for dinner."

"She'll be fine Fleur," called Aunty Angelina as she picked up Jackie and put her on the bench.

"No sweets, Angelina I mean it," called Fleur leaving.

"As If I'd give you sweets when your mother says no," Angelina said indignantly to the kids, however when she turned around there was a lollipop just like Wyatt's in her hand, which Jackie grabbed greedily.

"Oh thank you," Jackie said.

"For what my dear?" Angelina asked with a smile as she walked over to a crowed of customers.

"Are you coming over for dinner tonight?" Wyatt asked Jackie.

"I wish, I have to go to mum's parents, something about something I really don't care." stated Jackie as she started on her lollipop.

"But you will be over soon right?"

"Yeah, Daddy told Mum that if he has to go to her parents, then we have to go over your place next time he wants to without question. Daddy told me he'll feel like coming over on my birthday, next week. So I get to spend my 6th Birthday with all you guys."

"Awesome, that means Grandma Weasley will make lots of sweets," Wyatt said his eyes lighting up.

"So what have you been up to?" Jackie asked.

"Oh, I've been writing letters to a man named Jason he's really nice!"

"Cool, tell me about him."

Wyatt told Jackie all he knew about Jason, and how they where becoming really good friends.

"He sound great," said Jackie in awe. "Do you think I could write to him to?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Well, I... I... I don't know where he lives only Hedwig does,"

"But, I could give the letters to Hedwig."

"I guess so," Wyatt whispered, he was mad at himself for telling Jackie, and he was mad at himself because was being selfish. His mummy had always taught him to share, but he didn't want to share Jason.

"You know what, I don't think I will, write to Jason, that is," said Jackie, with a funny look on her face. "He's your friend, I'll find my own," she added with a smile.

"Thank you Jack..."

"Angelina!!! Fleur's coming," cried Fred from the front of the shop.

With a flick of her wand Jackie's lollipop disappeared along with the tell tale sticky face.

"Come along dear," called Aunt Fleur from the door. Jackie jumped down from the counter.

"I'll see you next week," she whispered to Wyatt, then ran to her mother.

Wyatt watched his cousin leave wondering if she was a mind reader.

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I'm sooooooooo sorry it took me so long to write this, I hope you think it was worth the wait....

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"Hermione, do we have to?" whined Ron as he walked out of her bathroom.

"Yes Ron, we do. It's Jackie's birthday and she'll be heart broken if her Uncle Ron wasn't there, now hurry up we have to go."

"Yes dear," he said in defeat.

As much as Ron loved his niece, he really thought he should be out looking for his nephew's father, he was sure his Jackie would understand.

"Ron move it," Hermione rushed him. "We're already late."

"Coming."

Ron almost ran to her side, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Come on, love," he said with a grin. "If you take much longer we'll really be late," and before she could retaliate with a pop he was gone.

Standing at the door of the borrow Ron could see his whole family, as well as a few family friends and instead of making him happy all it did was make to clear how important it is that he find Harry. It made him shudder to think of this best mate alone with no family.

"Ronald Weas…" began Hermione the second she appeared beside him. "Are you OK?" she asked looking at him with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about… well you know."

"We'll find him," Hermione told him confidently.

"Yes, but how are we going to give back the years his missed?"

"By giving him the rest of his life with his family."

Ron looked at Hermione and smile, "You know that's one of the reason I love you, you always make me feel better."

What Hermione was about to say was cut off by a scream of a small child.

"RONNY-WONNY!!!!!" A little girl with lilac hair was jumping up and down, where she stood in the kitchen.

Ron opened the door and the little girl ran and jumped into his arms.

"Hello Nobi, sweetie. How are you?" Ron asked hugging her.

"Oh I'm great; I wish Liam would stop screaming at night, he keeps waking me up!"

"That's what babies do my dear. I love your hair by the way," he smiled.

Nobi just giggled.

"Uncle Ron!" called Jackie. "You're here!"

"Hello Baby!" Ron said shifting Nobi so that he could pick up Jackie too.

"You're going to hurt yourself Ron," laughed Remus. "Here, come here, baby girl."

Nobi almost leapt out of Ron's arms and into her father's. Ron was looking around the room.

"Where's Wyatt?" he asked frowning. It was very unlike Wyatt not to be near all the food that was sitting on the table.

Jackie looked around the room and pointed. Standing close to Ginny was a man he had never seen before.

"Oi! Who are you?" Ron yelled putting Jackie down.

"I'm sorry. My name is Lucas. I work with Percy your mother invited me," he answered seemingly unaffected by Ron's rudeness.

"What for!" Ron demanded of his mother.

"Ronald, living room now," she replied though gritted teeth, and stormed off.

Ron followed.

"What are you doing, Mum?"

"I'll have you know that I'm look out for you sister, she needs a man in her life Ron."

"What for, she's got us,"

"Yes Ron, but Ginny can not be expected to stay alone for the rest of her life!"

"But… But…"

"No buts, Ronald."

"What about Wyatt?"

"What do you mean? He's fine!" Molly snapped.

"Really?" Ron asked sarcasm dripping form the word. "Where is he then?"

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Wyatt was in his room; Jackie's birthday party was going on downstairs and he didn't want a bar of it. On his desk sat Hedwig, a piece of parchment and a 'Quick Quote Quill' his Grandfather had bought for him.

"Dear Jason,

I can't believe this Grandma, she told some git to come over so he could meet Mummy, she said Mummy needs a man, What for she has me and he's a git! I can't believe it, I'm so mad. I don't know what to do. He seems nice the brought me a bag of lollies, but I just don't like him, She's my Mummy! Hey I have an Idea, you can come over and be Mummy's boyfriend I like you…

"Wyatt?" he heard his Uncle Ron coming up the stairs.


".... Got to go my Uncle's coming. Please write back soon.
Your friend Wyatt."

Wyatt quickly folded the letter and gave it to Hedwig, who flew out the window just as Ron opened the door.

"Are you alright, little man?"

"Ummm Hummm"

"Are you coming downstairs?" Uncle Ron asked.

"Is he still there?"

Ron smiled. "Yes, I'm sorry. But look at it this way, now I'm here we can make life unpleasant for him."

Wyatt Smiled "Ok."

"Besides, you don't want all that food going to waste do you?"

"Oh no we can't have that."

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[Scamantha]

Wyatt sat in the living room on his Aunt Hermione's lap, he had no idea what the time was; just that it was late. Everyone had gone home except his Aunt Hermione of course. Grandma Weasley who Wyatt wasn't talking to, sat by the fire knitting.

"Mum, why are you knitting those jumpers still?" demanded Uncle Ron.

"Because Christmas is only a month away, Ronald," She answered, as Wyatt snuggled more into his very warm Aunty.

"But, you don't need to knit them anymore, you can just buy them, hell mum you could pay someone to knit them for you!!!" Ron said looking around the room for support.

Mr. Weasley shook his head laughing, Ginny just smiled.

"I happen to like knitting thank you very much."

For some reason bits of the rest of the conversation where missing, and the room began to become hazy.

"Wyatt," he heard his mother's voice; it seemed to be coming form a long way, away.

"It, all right Gin, I'll put him to bed later, leave Hermione to her hugs," it was his Uncle's voice this time.

Wyatt felt arms wrap around him tightly, then fell into a deep sleep. He didn’t even feel it when his Uncle, after finally convincing Aunt Hermione it was time to let him go, took him upstairs and put him to bed. He didn't even notice when his family one by one kissed him on the forehead, leaving him to dream of the one thing he wanted above everything else, the one thing he couldn't have, his Daddy and Mummy happy together with him.

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On the other side of England, Jason had just walked in his front door more than a little happy; he had been out at the pub celebrating Steven's Birthday. It wasn't until after a shower, that Jason noticed Hedwig was perched on the back of one of the kitchen chairs; he couldn't help but think she disapproved.

"What?" he asked.

She just looked at him.

"Man, you know you're in trouble when you came home to a disapproving owl, instead of a wife," Jason laughed.

He walked in to the kitchen and picked up a box off the bench. "Well Hedwig, it took all my lunch hour to find them, and even then it was luck," he said showing her the box of owl treats, "every shop thought I was nuts, when I asked for them. But as I was walking past this old ruin down pub I walked into an old guy, who dropped all his stuff on the ground, and he had them." Jason frowned "The funny thing is when he looked at me it was like he'd seen a ghost and when I asked where he had got the owl treats, he just gave them to me!" Jason threw some to Hedwig.

"I take back what I said before; you know you're in trouble when you start having conversations with owls,"

Jason sat in the chair beside Hedwig and gently began to stroke her feathers.

"Oh, I have a letter from my little man," he said picking up the letter.

He had read it twice and laughed both times, Jason loved how Wyatt could skip from one thought to another in a split second. After the third time he sat at his desk and wrote a reply.

My Dear Friend Wyatt,

I am sorry to hear that you were upset, but don't be hard on your grandmother, she loves your mummy and you very much and only wants the best for you both. I'm sure she only was trying to make sure your mummy was happy. Remember she's your mummy's mum and only wants to take care of her. Yes I know your Mummy has you but sometimes mummies need someone their own age to talk to that's not family, I'm sure you have heard it before, but… someday you'll understand.

Now as for your offer, as wonderful as your mummy sounds, I don't think it will be a good idea from what people tell me I'm good at it. Anyway how was Jackie's Birthday? I hope you had lots of fun. It was my friends Steven's birthday today too so we went out to celebrate which is why I am writing so late.

Well I better be off,

Goodnight or Good Morning

Jason.

Jason then folded the letter and gave it to Hedwig, who was flying out of the window in the blink of an eye.

It was late and Jason was tired so he went to bed hoping to dream of the red head once more. He wasn't disappointed he did dream of her and of Wyatt. (Who he pictured as a younger him.)

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Ginny once again sat in the kitchen drinking tea, whilst she was waiting for Ron to join her after seeing Hermione safely home.

"How are you little sis?" he asked walking into the room.

"Tired," she answered. "Always tired."

"Is there anything I can do?" asked Ron concerned.

"No. Ron. I'll be fine," she smiled.

"So what's the deal with this Lucas guy?"

""He's nice, and sweet not my type really, Anyway what are you up to tomorrow?"

"Not much, just chasing down some leads in a chase I'm working on, I have to go talk to some muggle named Jason Baker."

"Wyatt's friends name is Jason."

"It's a common name Gin."

"I know, I was just saying, Alright I'm going to bed," she said standing up.

"Sweet Dreams Ginny," Ron called after her.

"They always are, Ron," she answered.

And Ginny, just like her son, dreamt of Harry, her and Wyatt happy and together, while on the other side of London a man known as Jason dreamt about them.

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[Scamantha]

Ok Ok Ok, I know I normally post every few days, but I've been really busy and will be for a thhe rest of the week. I will try to get more written, But I'm not making any promises. And now On with the post....


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Its was around noon Jason sat at the counter watching people walking passed the front window on their way home, when the mobile phone he kept for emergencies started ringing 'odd' he thought considering the only people with the number was the hospital and Steve, and Steve was standing on the other side of the room and it wasn't the hospitals number. Jason answered the phone.

"Hello, Jason Baker speaking."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

"Yes, I'm sorry sir. My name is Ron," came the voice on the other end of the phone. "I am ringing on behalf of the hospital. It has come to our attention that there is a Doctor who is having a great deal of success with amnesia patients."

"Ok."

"Well Mr. Baker this Doctor is taking new patients, and we thought you might be interested."

"How much will it cost me?" Jason asked.

"Nothing Sir."

"I guess it would be worth a try," Jason answered doubtfully.

"Great, someone will call you soon with your appointment date and time."

"Umm… Ok Thanks."

"Good bye, Mr. Baker."

"Bye," Jason said hang up the phone.

'That was a weird phone call' he thought ' I wonder if this doc’s as good as he said, can't be any worse than Anderson.'

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Hermione was passing through the Leaky Cauldron, when she spotted Luna Lovegood sitting in a booth by herself, off to one side sipping tea. Luna must have noticed her too because she stood up and waved Hermione over, after a quick friendly hug Hermione and Luna sat down.

"So Luna what are you doing here?"

"Well I'm here on business, you?"

"Lunch break form the hospital." Hermione answered with a smile.

"What can I get you, Miss Granger?" asked the pretty young waitress.

"Just a tea, Thank you Leigh," She smiled.

"So Luna have you and Neville set a date yet?" she asked as Leigh left to get the tea.

"No," laughed Luna. "His grandmother is being impossible, we can't get married too close to any Birthdays or Holidays, I myself want to get married on Christmas eve."

"Next year? That's a long way away."

"No Hermione this year," Luna said forcibly.

"Oh, dear," Hermione grinned. "It seam our Neville has replaced one strong woman for another."

"Yes, that' true, But there will be many perks when he does what I tell him," she then gave a wicked laugh.

"Luna," Hermione gasped.

"Here your tea, Miss Granger," Leigh told her putting it on the table.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome, and father says Uncle Tom will be down to see you soon Miss Lovegood."

"Wonderful," beamed Luna.

"So Tom is your business?" Hermione asked quietly.

"That he is," answered Luna her eyes lighting up as Tom made his way over to the table.

"Good day my dear," he said sitting down.

"Hello Tom," they replied in unison.

"Well Miss Lovegood I guess you want to hear about the ghost I saw yesterday?"

"I do."

"And which ghost is that?" Hermione asked throwing a look at Luna.

"Why, Harry Potter, my girl as sure as I'm sitting here."

Hermione's insides had done acrobatics at the sound of his name.

"What?!" she exclaimed.

"Glad you sat down, aren't you" grinned Luna. "Why don't you start form the beginning Tom?"

"Well Miss, I was outside looking for me owl, sometimes he comes when ya shake the box of owl treats, any way this young fella wasn't lookin' where he was going see, bumps into me, and I drop me box, then he bends down, says he's sorry then asks me where I bought the owl treat, said he'd been looking for an hour, then I's looks up right, and strike me dead it’s Harry. I swear to you it was him, can't really see the scar anymore but it's there I saw it."

Tom just sat there for a few minute looking at Luna then he turned to Hermione and whispered so only one else could hear. "I swear to you, Miss, I know he was one of your best friends and you and all the Weasleys miss his dearly, I would never cheapen your grief like that. As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow my girl, he's alive and in London."

Hermione leaned over and gave Tom a cuddle and in doing so she whispered, "I believe you Tom."

When Tom left a few minutes later he was smiling.

Hermione ran through her front door, she was supposed to be at work, but she had to talk to Ron. She was however very shocked to see Ron sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

"Ron!" she exclaimed.

Ron lifted his head tears streaming openly down his face.

"Ron," she whispered, walking over and topping to her knees in front of him. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I… I… I… talked to him," told her though the tears.

"Who Ron?"

"Harry, Hermione I spoke to Harry."

It was at that point that Hermione emotions overran her judgment. If she had been thinking straight, she would have asked questions and lots of them, but alas she wasn't, so all she did was cry.

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So are you still mad about how long it took me to post?

[Scamantha]

Ok as promised a new post.....

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Jason once again, found himself in the waiting room of a Doctor’s office. Two days after the first phone call the man named Ron had called back to tell he that he had an appointment with this Doctor Mal, who ever he was. Jason looked up as a tall, young woman around his age walked in to the waiting area. She wore a dark green dress suit, her long blonde hair fell down her back, as Jason look he noticed she had beautiful ocean blue eyes. 'Stop looking Jason she's probably some psycho' he thought. As he began to look away he saw the one thing what would stop him looking at her with any romantic thought in his head, for on her left ring finger sat a diamond the size of a rock.

"Mr. Baker?" she asked.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Would you please come with me?"

Jason got up and followed her into a room so unlike Dr Anderson’s it was shock. Where he had had glass everywhere and the feel of an operating room, this one however had wood and felt like a cosy room in some cabin in the woods.

"So what's this doctor Mal like?" He asked the blonde sinking into the very plush green sofa.

"Well, Dr Mal is very good," she answered with a reassuring smile.

"I hope he is not like my old Doctor, stupid git was more interested in the money than what was wrong with his patients."

"I assure you Dr Mal is not like that at all," she was grinning openly now.

"Well, when's he going to get here?"

"There will be no he getting here, I'm Doctor Mal," she laughed.

"I’m so sorry I didn’t know, I thought that… Oh I'm really sorry," Jason said feeling like a huge prat.

"It’s fine it happens a lot; now my name is Rayne Mal, I prefer to be called Rayne. Not Doctor Rayne just plain Rayne."

"Ok."

"Right let's go then shall we? I was reading your file from the hospital and it seems you have recurring dreams about two main people one male one female, is this correct?"

"Yes, always the same two."

"Alright I think we should talk about her. What do you think?"

"There's no need, all I know is she has red hair," Jason sighed.

"Wrong," Rayne said.

"What? It’s my dream I should know," Jason's temper was starting to rise.

"Ok then, how tall is she?"

"Shorter then you, she only comes up to my chest."

"Fat or thin?"

"Prefect."

"Umm, are you sure all you know is what colour her hair is?" Rayne asked with a grin.

After over an hour of discussion about the man and woman it was time for Jason to leave.

"Now Jason I want you to focus on what's going on behind the woman and the man, in your dreams, it could be the key to the whole thing is sitting there waiting to be noticed in the background of one of your dreams."

Jason left feeling a lot better about keeping the appointment. 'Her husband’s a lucky man' he thought as he was leaving.

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Wyatt was sitting in a folk at the topmost part of the huge oak tree that grew behind the Burrow. If his mother saw him she would have a heart attack, Wyatt giggled at the thought. His mother at the moment sat in the house with every other member of the Weasley family’s female population arguing over Christmas plans. Grandma Weasley had said that she wanted to go back to when mummy was the only other female Weasley, because now so had to deal with five other women.

"Wyatt!" called a tiny voice from the bottom of the tree.

"What!" he yelled down.

"Come down here and play with me!" demanded the small boy.

"No go away Jake!" Wyatt yelled back. "I climbed the tree to get away form you," he added in a whisper. Jake was the only child of Percy and Penelope and was a right royal pain in the backside.

"Your mummy said you have to play with me!"

"Well unless you can climb the tree I'm not playing with you!"

"But I can't, it's too big for a me I'm only 4," Jake wailed.

Wyatt grinned, "Oh that's too bad."

There was silence for a few seconds, and then Jake pulled out his only weapon.

"MMMMMMMUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Fine, fine I’m coming down…" too late; the back door of the Burrow flew open, and the back yard was full of women.

'Sweet heart, baby, sugar. What's wrong with mummy's little bubby-kins?" Cried Aunt Penelope, running over to hug Jake.

Wyatt distinctly saw every other woman roll their eyes as he dropped from the last branch.

"Wyatt won't play with me, he was mean," Jake sobbed on his mother’s shoulder, so she couldn't see the grin.

Penelope spun round and looked at Ginny. 'Please mum send me to me room' he begged silently.

"Wyatt, go to your room right now," Ginny said sternly.

"But Mum!" Wyatt began to protest, he might as well make it like he didn't want to go.

"Now young man!" she was having trouble not smiling.

"Yes Mummy," he said bowing his head to conceal the smile.

Wyatt opened his bedroom door and was surprised to see Jackie sitting on the bed.

"Oh, you're finally here," she grinned.

"How did you get here so fast?" Wyatt asked.

"I told mum I was tired," Jackie laughed.

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Hermione sat in the Leaky Cauldron once more, this time she was waiting for someone. With a giggle the door opened and from the busy muggle street outside came a blonde wearing a dark green dress suit.

"Rayne over here," she called.

Rayne nodded as she made her way over and sat down.

"How did things go, was it him?"

"Oh yes Hermione it's him alright, and for the last four years he’s been dreaming of nothing but that night and Ginny."

"Oh Rayne," began Hermione through tears, "Can you help him?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

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[Scamantha]

Wyatt sat in the kitchen of The Burrow, annoying his grandmother.

"Come on grandma, Please, I love you!" he said.

"I know dear but Christmas is only 2 days away I don't have time to knit another one!" Molly said as she pulled a pie out of the oven.

"But, but, but… what about the ones that are all wrapped up with no names on it?" Wyatt demanded.

Molly stopped dead, and Wyatt watched as her face lost all colour.

"Grandma are you ok?" Wyatt asked with concern.

Slow Molly put the pie on the table, "Wyatt I… I… knitted them for someone else," she said softly.

"Who?"

Molly sighed and sat down, "Your father."

"Why Grandma?" Wyatt could feel his eyes welling up with tears.

"Well, my darling," she began picking him up and putting him on her lap. "Every year your uncle Ron and your father where friends I always made one for him, and I still do."

"It's alright I'll find something else to give Jason for Christmas," Wyatt said hugging her.

Wyatt jumped down and began to leave to find something to give to Jason.

"Wyatt," his grandma called.

"Yes grandma?"

"The new one would be prefect for Jason, I can always knit another one," she said.

"Thank you Grandma," Wyatt ran around to her and cuddled her. "I love you."

Wyatt then ran into the living room and picked up the package this grandmother had indicated, then as fast as his legs could take him upstairs to send it before his grandma could change her mind.

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Jason lay on this couch watching T.V. when Hedwig flew thought the window with a bulky package, she dropped it on him and went and perched on the back of one of the dining room chairs.

Jason picked up the small note attached.

Jason,
Merry Christmas
Wyatt
P.S please don't open until Christmas

Jason chuckled to himself as he placed the present under his (well, pitiful would be the best word) Christmas tree Next to two other presents one small one medium.

Hedwig flew over to investigate.

"Yes you'll be taking them back, one's for Wyatt and one's for him to give his mum."

Jason carefully tied the presents to Hedwig's leg, and watched as she lifted off with ease and flew home. Jason lied back down on the couch.

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Ginny sat in the living room beside the Christmas tree on Christmas morning, just staring at her present from her son.

"Do you like it Mummy?" he asked.

"I love it, baby. But how did you get it?" she asked carefully.

"Jason got it and sent it to me," he smiled.

Ginny looked at the necklace, it was beautiful, the solid gold pendent was in the shape of heart, with the word MUM engraved with magnificent detail, on the back it said : "Love Always, Wyatt'.

"Wow!" exclaimed Wyatt; bringing Ginny out of her thoughts.

"What?" asked a few voices.

"Look at this,” he said excitedly. "Look what Jason got me."

Wyatt held up a toy for muggle children, called a remote control car. Ginny sighed and was unsure who was going to have more fun with it; Wyatt or her father. She also decided to write to Jason to thank him for the wonderful gifts, and demand he tell her how much they had cost so she can give him his money back.

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Jason woke up on Christmas morning on his couch, which was nothing unusual, looking over at his excuse for a tree he smiled when his eyes feel on the only thing under it. Quickly he ran over and opened it. The maroon knitted jumper fell on the table, as Jason picked it up, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had opened one before. As he turned to over he saw something on the front, a dragon. After a few seconds Jason saw flashes of a dragon chasing him as he flew on a broomstick! Then he saw in the background there was castle…

"Hogwarts," he breathed.

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"I love you" he said softly in her ear sending chills down her spine.

"I know, I love you too. Now will you please get out of here?!"

"But I don't want to," he whined. "I want to be with you."

"Draco, you have to go, he will be here any minute, if he sees you I don't know what would happened!"

"I don't care, let him see me!"

"Yes you do, now get out of here!" she demanded stamping her foot.

"You’re so hot when you’re mad," he laughed.

"OUT now!"

And with a pop Draco Malfoy was gone, 'Silly git, if he'd seen him, goodness only knows what would have happened.'

There was knock on the door. "Come in," she called.

Sighing with relief to see the man she had been waiting for and not Draco, she walked over to greet him.

"So, Jason how was your Christmas?"

"The best one ever, well that I can remember anyway," he grinned and began to laugh. Her confusion must have show on her face because he continued. "I remembered something, Raine," he grinned.

"Oh Jason that’s wonderful, tell me what did you remember?" she asked excitedly. Yes she was a trained doctor who had been taught at the best schools in the U.S.A. and had been told never to become emotionally involved with her patients. But this was HARRY POTTER, best friend to two of her closest friend, the man who should be married to the closest thing to a best friend she'd ever had, Wyatt's dad and the man who saved her husband's life.

"Well the little boy I've been writing to sent me a present, it was a knitted jumper with a dragon on it, as soon as I saw the Dragon I remembered a castle, I've dreamt about it before, but that time I don't know how or why but I remembered its name," he told her.

"What was it?" she asked.

"Hogwarts."

Raine fought with her entire body not to jump up and down and dance.

Softly she asked "Do you know where this castle is?"

"No, I've got every book on castles in England and I can't find it, I’m going to the Library later to get a few books on Scottish ones."

"That's a good idea, it may help," it was all she could do not to yell. 'Ancient Scottish Castles' page 110. "Did you remember any thing else?" she asked.

"No," the speed of his answer made her look up. "What, there was nothing else," he said defensively. Raine was not convinced for a second.

"Ok, Jason. If you say so."

"Yes, well I say so," he grinned. "You know I'll have to tell Wyatt about you."

"Wyatt?" the word had come out of her mouth as a question on interest. However she really what to scream question, it was now common knowledge that her little man Wyatt was writing to a muggle named Jason, but Jason was a common name, Wyatt on the other hand… well was not.

"Yeah he’s the little guy I've been writing too, he lives with his mum, Grandparents and an Uncle I think," Raine took a breath. "He's Five and a half, he told me in the first letter his owl dropped off."

"Owl?" Raine asked.

"Yeah, I know it's weird, right. But Wyatt has a pet owl that brings me his letters her name is Hedwig."

The ability to speak left Raine completely and what she had just been told hit her.

"Are you ok Raine?" Jason asked. "You just went really pale."

"Um I think I might be coming down with something, do you mind if you come back tomorrow, at the same time?"

"No that's fine," Jason said getting up to leave. "I think you should lay down Raine you don't look good," he added opening the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Raine smiled.

"Bye,"

As soon as Raine was sure he was gone she ran to the fire threw a handful of floo powder, stuck her head in and cried "Draco, I need you!" within seconds of removing her head form the flames there was a pop behind her. Draco ran to her and knelt down beside where she sat on the floor.

"Baby, are you Ok?" he demanded. "Are you hurt?"

"No, Draco," she breathed looking in to his grey eyes, “Jason is Harry."

"Umm Raine baby, we know that already remember your helping him get his memory back."

"No, No, No, you don't understand… Wyatt has been writing to Jason."

"Yes I know, every time I talk to him he tells me about him," smiled Draco.

"Right well, listen carefully Wyatt's Jason is the same Jason that was just here… Harry," Raine watched as what she was saying was understood.

"Oh," was all he said but there was a single tear in his eye.

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Ginny was in the yard planting flowers when she heard an interesting conversation going on.

"Now Wyatt, it's ok I was just going to see how it works," she heard her father and smiled knowing full well that he was talking about the remote control car Wyatt had got from Jason for Christmas.

"But Grandpa, half the fun is not knowing how it works," Wyatt answered excitedly.

"I would really like to know how it works, I don't like how it moves on it's own like that."

"Oh but it doesn't," Wyatt insisted. "Look if I move this, this way it goes that way, and when I move it like this…"

Ginny heard the car whizzing around the yard.

"Well alright I'll take your word for it," Arthur gave in. "Umm Wyatt…" he continued after a few minutes.

"Yes Grandpa?"

"Can I have a go? That looks like fun," he whispered.

"Yes Grandpa," Ginny heard Wyatt laugh.

Just then the back door to The Burrow slammed open, Ginny ducked behind a tall bush as her mother stormed out of the house.

"How can that girl print such stuff… calls herself a friend… break Ginny's heart if she saw," Molly muttered slamming a magazine in the trash then storming back into the house.

Well the old saying goes curiosity killed the cat, and to say Ginny was curious about what her mother had threw in the bin was an understatement. Careful not to be seen form the kitchen window, Ginny dug out the magazine that had offended Mrs. Weasley so badly.

It wasn't until Ginny was sitting under the huge tree that she looked at the magazine and with a start saw Harry's face looking at her with a shy grin, and the words THE QUIBBLER written over his head. As Ginny looked down she noticed the words: Harry Potter, Alive! Living In London? In smaller print: full story page 3. So of course Ginny turned to page 3.

Yes readers, you read right, before Christmas preparing to travel on to the Knight Bus to his sister's, Tom the bartender of the Leaky Cauldron had a run in with none other than the world famous Harry Potter (Ginny snickers at that) and I quote "well ya see young miss, I was goin’ to me sister's to give her some stuff and I had just walked out the door when I was almost knock to the ground by this young fella. He was right descent too, helped me pick me stuff up. When he picked up the owl treats, he says to me 'excuse me sir, but where did you buy this?' well I was about to say where does you think! But I looked up and as sure as I'm sitting here it was Harry Potter, so I said he could have the box, then he was gone," end quote. Tom is not the first to have sighted Harry Potter and I'm sure he won't be the last, for example Mrs. Maggie Scott…
The rest of the article went on to list some of the many sightings of Harry Potter around London. Ginny Looked at the article she couldn't understand what had upset her mother. The Prophet ran stories on Harry sighting at least once a month. Then Ginny notice the by-line Luna Lovegood. 'Oh well Luna must believe this one' she thought.

"Mummy. Where are you? I'm starving," she heard Wyatt call.

"I'm coming baby," she called as she stood up and dusted herself off.

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Jason was sitting in front of a computer at the Library the book he wanted 'Ancient Scottish Castles' had been checked out, a search of the word Hogwarts had turned up nothing (A/N yes I now that's impossible, but it's my story). Jason was now typing random words into the search bar. All of a sudden he had the overwhelming need to type in the name that 'thing' had called him in his dream.

As soon as he had pressed the enter he thought he had made a mistake, there where millions of results. Then something caught his eye. It was a piece of a newspaper article… James and Lily Potter, where killed in a gas explosion… for some reason the names where very familiar, so he clicked the link and read…

Last night in a horrible tragedy James and Lily Potter lost there live in an explosion at the family home believed to be form a leaking gas pipe. Their Son Harry Potter… It was like a bolt of electricity ran though Jason's body, he kept reading… one year old, is now with the only family he has left one Petunia Dursley an Aunt we believe. The residents of Godric's Hollow are all in a state of shock over the tragedy. The Potters will be buried in the town cemetery on Wednesday.

"My name isn't Jason," he breathed. "It's Harry, Harry Potter."

Quickly he searched for a map of Godric's Hollow and how to get there, after printing them out he ran out the door and into a cab. Three hours later Harry found himself standing outside the gates of a small cemetery. Quietly he made his way through the gates, and after twenty minutes of searching he found what he was looking for. He was shocked to see more than two headstones there were three:

Lily Potter
Beloved wife, Mother & Friend.
Died before her time,
Forever loved and missed.
1959-1981

Under the words was engraved a Lily flower.

Next was:

James Potter
Beloved Husband, Father and Friend
Died before his time,
Will be truly missed
1958-1981

Engraved breath was a stag.

With tears in his eyes from the pain of losing the parents once more, Harry looked at the next headstone.

Harry James Potter
Beloved, Father and Friend
Saved us all
Forever loved & remembered
1980-2000
Under the picture of a dragon was engraved.

As Harry looked at his headstone and the words sunk in he remembered something that he had read, right there as plain as day it said: father.

"I'm a father," he cried out, fresh tears flowing freely down his cheeks as the thought of a child grow up without their father filled his head, then he weeped for his parents, for indeed on this day he lost them all over again.

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Harry opened his eyes, on his cheeks where frozen tears. As he looked at the headstones, a fresh wave of tears flowed from his eyes. How long he had been sitting there he didn't know. All he knew was there was a huge emptiness inside. He had wondered over the recent years why his family had never looked for him. The answer was now clear his parents were gone, and everyone else thought he was dead.

The sound of footsteps made Harry turn around. The man who had been walking towards him stopped dead and dropped the flowers he was holding in his hand. He was dressed in what Harry could only call a dress; he was an older man with shots of grey in his hair.

"H-h-h-Harry?" he gasped. "But how?"

"You know me?" Harry asked surprised.

"Of course I do, Harry it's me, Remus."

"I don't remember you," Harry said softly. "I only remembered my name is Harry this morning."

"Where have you been? Everyone thinks your dead." Harry watched as tears rolled down his face. "I thought I'd lost you, as well as your parents and Sirius."

"Sirius?"

"You truly don't remember?" The man called Remus asked.

"All I know is that, about four and a half years ago I woke up in a hospital in London, with injuries that should have killed me and no idea who I was, or where I had come from. All the hospital could tell me was, I was found in an ally on the outskirts of home."

"But how? You where last seen hundreds of miles form London where you were found."

"Don't you think I'd like to know the answer to that myself?" Harry asked bitterly.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little shocked, that’s all."

Harry gave a humourless laugh.

"Do you know who the redhead I dream about is?" Harry asked quickly hoping his man knew her.

"I know a few red head," he answered slowly. "Was it a woman?"

Harry just nodded.

"If you where dreaming about anyone I'd say it was Ginny."

"Ginny? Was she my girlfriend?"

"Oh no, she was more then that," he continued. "She was your soul mate. The woman you were to marry and the mother of your son."

"A boy," he breathed.

"Yes a boy, you didn't know about him she was going to surprise you when you came home… but you never did."

"I think I should go home," Harry said standing up.

"Where is home?" Remus asked quickly.

Harry got the impression he didn't want him to leave.

"London," he answered simply. 'Ok the guy says he know me,' he thought 'but I'm not telling him where I live he could be some kind of nut, I mean his wearing a dress."

"That's a long way to travel, I know of a house you could stay in," Remus offered.

"What your house?"

"Heavens no the kids wouldn't leave you alone. No your house," he smiled.

"My… My house?"

"Oh yes your house; come on I'll show you."

Harry followed the older man in silence. Soon they came to a house that looked like something out of the history books, it was huge and one of the most beautiful houses Harry had ever seen.

"There it is Potter Manor," Remus pointed to the house. "I think I'll let what you have learnt today sink in, do you mind if I come back tomorrow and I'll try and answer any questions you have?"

"Ok," Harry answered still staring in awe at the house.

Remus stated to walk away, when Harry called after him.

"What's my son's name?"

"Wyatt."

"Wyatt?!!!"

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To say Raine was in a panic was a bit of an understatement; Jason should have been in her office three days ago. Nobody had seen him, Raine had rung his work only to find out he hadn't been to work, when she rang the home phone and the mobile she got no answer on both. Now she had to tell Ron and Hermione she had lost Harry!!

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she called.

"What's up Raine?" asked Hermione walking in the door.

"Yeah, you sounded like you lost Harry in your letter," laughed Ron.

"That my dear Ron, is because I have," admitted Raine.

"You what!" exclaimed Ron.

"Calm down Ron." said Hermione "How exactly do you mean you've lost him?"

"Well after the other day, he was suppose to come back the next day, that was three days ago. No one has seen him and he hasn't been to work or home. I think he remembered something big and took off. The only problem is I have no idea where he would go!"

"What do you think he remembered?" asked Hermione.

"It’s hard to say. It would have to be something big, to make him take off like this."

"Well it wasn't Ginny," answered Hermione.

"How do you know that?" demanded Ron.

"Because Ron, he would have remembered The Burrow and be there now, snogging your sister," Hermione retorted.

"I know he remembered Hogwarts, but Draco would have seen him!" Raine supplied.

"Right, I'm off then," declared Ron.

"Where?" demanded Raine and Hermione.

"Godric’s Hollow, that’s where Harry is," Ron said simply.

"How do you know that?" asked Raine stunned.

"He remembered his parents," Ron answered walking out the door.

Raine looked at Hermione "does he do that a lot?" she asked.

"What's that?"

"Just jump to the end and not tell anyone how he got there?"

"Oh that?" laughed Hermione "All the time."

"Do you think he’s right?"

"When it come to Harry he's hasn't been wrong yet," Hermione smiled.

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Harry sat on the front steps of the Potter manor his head filled with information he just couldn't understand. Remus had spent the last three days telling all he knew of Harry's life, and it was just too hard to believe. The worst part of it all was, although he now knew who Ginny was, he still had no face to put with the name, and it was making the whole thing worse. To top it all off Harry was convinced that Remus was completely barmy, not only did he wear a dress but he actually thought he was a wizard!! The only reason Harry had not run away screaming was because he was reluctant to leave the only person who knew who he was.

There was a flurry of white wings as Hedwig dropped a letter in his lap then landed on the step beside him.

"You knew who I was all a long, didn't you?" Harry asked her.

She looked at him unblinking with her amber eyes.

"All this time I've been writing to my own son?" he demanded.

Hedwig continued to stare.

"What if I never remembered, what if I everyone knew he was my boy?" Harry's temper was rising; he knew it was irrational to yell at a bird but who else was there?

"What am I going to say? 'Hey, Wyatt, guess what! Your Daddy's not dead he just doesn't remember anything, Oh and guess what I'm your Daddy'!"

"I don't think you should word it like that," said a voice near by.

Harry turned to see who had spoken.

"Oh shut it Ron, you huge git, what would you know?!" Harry shouted.

Ron said nothing but his mouth just fell open.

'"Don't just stand there like a stunned mullet, where's Hermione?"

"Ummm… Ummm… Harry, you know who I am?"

"Of course I do you prat you're my best mate, have been since we met on the train to…"

"Harry?"

"Ron…" Harry voice was shaking, so was every other part of his body. "…I remember everything."

Placing his head in his hands Harry shook like a leaf as every memory flashed before his eyes. He was a wizard, a gas explosion had not killed his parents, but Voldemort had. He remembered Hogwarts, Ginny, Dumbledore, Ginny, The Burrow, Ginny, His life and Ginny.

"Harry," came Ron's shaken voice.

Harry looked at his best friend. "Ron, I remember everything, the end's a little fuzzy but everything else is a clear as if it only happened yesterday."

"I say it's a good thing the end's fuzzy" laughed Ron.

"Ron where's Ginny?" Harry was almost scared to hear the answer.

With a smile Ron answered. "In The Burrow with Wyatt."

Tears ran down Harry's cheeks as he remembered Ginny's face and he wanted to refresh that memory, he also wanted to add the face of his son.

"Can… Can… Do you think we should go let her know I'm alive?" Harry asked a little unsure.

"You know I think she's been waiting for you to come back to her far too long, let's go."

And with a pop they where gone.

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Wyatt had woken up this morning disappointed he hadn't heard from Jason for a few days and Hedwig still wasn't back. On top of that when he had gone downstairs his grand mother had informed him that his darling cousin, Jake was coming to stay for the day, while his mum was at work.

So that is why Wyatt was pleading that he was dreadfully ill and could not play with Jake because he'd get sick too. The plan was working wonderfully right up until his mother walked into the room and told him she had called a Doctor to come and give him a shot.

"No, no it's ok mummy I fine, see," he declared jumping out of bed.

"Now Wyatt you have to see the doctor you could be very sick," Ginny said thoughtfully.

Knock, knock.

"Come in Doctor" Ginny called.

As the door opened Wyatt jumped under the covers. Even though the voices where muffled because of the blankets the Doctor's voice was unmistakable.

"Now where is my little man?"

"Aunty Raine!" Wyatt cried jumping out of the covers to hug her.

"Oh there you are."

"But, Aunty Raine your not the sort of Doctor that can give me a shot."

"We know that, but Jake doesn't," Raine laughed.

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Ginny stood in the kitchen of The Burrow with her back to the door. Carefully she passed her mother a cup of tea.

"Well Ginny dear what are you doing for the rest of today?" Molly asked.

"Not much Mum. Life’s been going fast recently, so I thought a might relax…"

The rest of what Ginny was about to say was cut off, as the cup her mother had been holding hit the floor and smashed into pieces.

"Mum," yelled Ginny "are you alright?"

Molly didn't answer but just stared at the door.

"What is it Mum," she asked following her gaze. "Oh for Heavens sake Mum it's only Ron and Har…"

Ginny look at the door and sure enough there he was standing there as plain as day, Ginny refused to close her eyes, fearing that when she opened them he'd be gone. Slowly she walked over to him and lightly put her hand on his cheek, and broke down and cried. Her hand had touched flesh; he was real, her Harry had come back to her. How she didn't care, where had he been? Right now she didn't care about that either.

Harry slowly raised his hand to her face and caressed her cheek.

"I'm back my love," and he kissed a kiss that they would both remember as the best for the rest of their lives. When they finally pulled apart, Harry asked

"Where's Wyatt?"

"You told him?" Ginny demanded of her brother.

"No, he didn't," Harry defended his friend. "I saw my headstone."

"Oh, that was no way to find out!" exclaimed Ginny.

"Please Ginny," Harry begged. "Where is our son?"


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Harry couldn’t believe it he had been so excited to meet his son. What he had not been counting on was Wyatt running into the room just after he had asked Ginny where he was.

“You’re not my father!” Wyatt had screamed and ran past him through the door and into the back garden.

“I better go talk to him,” said Ginny.

“No,” Harry said stopping her from following her son. “Please, let me talk to him.”

Ginny bit her bottom lip, and finally she agreed, “Alright, he’ll be on the top of the big tree.”

“Of course,” Harry noted dryly.

Harry made his way to the tree, from the bottom he called to Wyatt, “Wyatt? May I come up?”

“If you can!” Wyatt yelled back.

It was clear that nobody followed Wyatt up the tree. Harry, however, was a very good climber and made it up with relative ease. Careful not to snag himself on a branch, Harry sat across from Wyatt.

“What do you want?” Wyatt demanded.

“I wanted to talk to you. I understand you are shocked, I know how you feel I only found out I had a son a few days ago.”

“My Father is dead.”

“No Wyatt, I am here and I’m not going anywhere,” Harry told him softly.

“I don’t need you!” Wyatt yelled. “My mummy doesn’t need you, I don’t want you, I’ve never had a dad and I don’t need one NOW!”

Although Wyatt’s words hurt to the core of his very being Harry stayed calm and showed no sign that his heart was breaking.

“Well if you don’t need a Dad, how about a friend?”

Harry held his breath as he watched Wyatt think it over. Finally he answered. “Maybe, I’ll think about it.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that his son was at least willing to think about talking to him, Harry glanced around to find something to talk about. He was saved from that task When Wyatt asked.

“Why, didn’t you come back? Didn’t you love my Mum anymore?” It was almost an accusation.

“Oh Wyatt, I love your mother more than most people can understand.”

“So why didn’t you came back?” he demanded.

“During the last battle, I don’t know how I don’t know why, but I lost my memory and was transported to London. I remember waking up in a hospital, in a lot of pain and no idea who I was.”

As Harry spoke he watched as Wyatt became very interested, so he continued.

“After a month in a muggle hospital all my wounds had healed but I still didn’t know who I was. I was plagued by two dreams one so beautiful I found that every night I went to bed, praying to have it. I know now I was dreaming of your mother,” Harry went quiet.

“What was the other one about?” Wyatt asked.

“Voldemort, I dreamt of what I now know to be the last few seconds when Voldemort spoke to me, before I was transported and Voldemort killed,” Harry answered softly.

“So what made you remember?”

With a smile Harry said, “You.”

“Me! How did I do that?” Wyatt demanded.

“Well you see, a few months ago, I started writing to a very sweet, very brave little boy, he wrote to me almost everyday. Then on Christmas he sent me a present, a hand-knitted jumper with the picture of a dragon on front of it. That Jumper triggered a memory of me flying at Hogwarts, chased by the dragon. So after a strange visit with my Doctor Raine I went to the library to find out about Hogwarts but there was nothing so I typed in the name Potter. Which I had heard in my dream, and I found out about my parents.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with me!”

“I guess you wouldn’t, for the last five years, almost, I have lived in England, working at a music store and had been known as Jason Baker.”

Harry watched Wyatt’s face go from shock to anger then back to shock, “I don’t care if you’re Jason, I still don’t like you. I think you need to talk to Aunty Raine she’s a head doctor.” Wyatt commented.

“Raine?” asked Harry.

“Yeah Aunt Raine, Uncle Draco’s wife,” smiled Wyatt.

“I think I need to talk to your Uncle Ron and Ginny; a lot seems to have happened.”

Harry started to climb down the tree to leave Wyatt alone.

“Oh Harry,” called Wyatt, causing Harry to stop and fight back tears.

“Yes.”

“Can you please tell MY mummy I’m fine and will be inside in a minute?”

“Of course.”

When Harry reached the bottom of the tree he could no longer fight back tears. What had he expected, for Wyatt to just welcome him with loving arms? When he reached the back door, Harry quickly wiped his eyes before going inside.

Upon opening the door the wind was crushed out of him as a stream of red hair crashed into him. Slowly Harry felt his shirt became wet underneath the redhead.

“Ginny,” he said softly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she cried. “But I was starting to think I was dreaming.”

“I’m here Ginny I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t take this!” exclaimed Mrs Weasley.

“What is it Mrs. Weasley?” ask a blonde as she walked into the room.

“Why, hello Raine, Malfoy is it?” Said Harry pleasantly.

Harry watched the woman turn to face him shock and fear all over her face.

“Oh dear,” she said.

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Raine stood frozen to the spot, not knowing whether Harry was going the start yelling or if on some level would understand.

“You know each other,” asked Ginny.

Oh no thought Raine what if Ginny doesn’t understand.

“I… I… I,” Raine stuttered. Noticing Ron creeping out of the room, “Oh no you don’t,” she yelled finding her voice, and grabbing the back of his shirt. “If I’m in trouble then so are you!”

“Will someone please tell me what is going on!” demanded Ginny.

Raine looked around the room for any means of escape from what she had to do. When none was to be found she slowly sat down at the dinning table and began to explain what had been going on for the past few weeks. As Raine spoke she watched Ginny’s face, to begin with her looking furious but as Raine explained her reasons, understanding slowly began to appear. When Raine had finish, and felt much relived that she was no longer hiding this from her best friend, she finally looked at Harry and was shock to see he looked amused.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded.

“I worked out you were somehow connected with the wizarding world, as soon as I got my memory back and worked out it was Ron who had called me to go to your office. But Malfoy’s wife, that one I only worked out when Wyatt mentioned you outside.”

“Oh.”

“Wait!” cried Mrs Weasley, coming to her feet and rounding on her son “You knew?!”

“Umm… So did Hermione,” he said pointing to the backdoor, which Hermione had just walked though.

Hermione only looked taken aback for a few seconds, as she looked over the area of the room, taking everything in. Raine knew it was the first time Hermione had seen Harry and noticed the tears forming in her eyes. When she spoke her voice was clear and strong, giving no indication of her emotions.

“Yes I knew,” she said.

“And you and Ron didn’t tell us?” demanded Mrs Weasley.

“You didn’t need to know,” Hermione said flatly.

“What?” yelled everyone in the room.

“What did you want? Me, Ron or Raine for that matter, to say… ‘Look we’ve found Harry. He has no idea who and what he is’ It would have killed Ginny not to be able to be with him as soon as she found out he was alive.”

“I agree Mum, Harry’s back now. I understand why they did what they did,” said Ginny.

Mrs Weasley took her seat again; there was nothing else she could say.

“Right,” said Hermione. “Ginny I know he’s yours, but he is my best friend and I haven’t seen him in almost five years, so move over because I’m coming in,” tears now running down her face.

Ginny moved to the left, not letting go to let Hermione hug him.

Leaning over to Ron who was grinning form ear to ear, Raine asked.

“Where’s Wyatt?”

Ron’s face fell, “He’s outside; the poor thing is so upset.”

“I’ll go talk to him.”

Raine careful moved around Harry, Ginny and Hermione to the back door, as she left she heard Mrs Weasley say, “I need a drink.”

As Raine made her way to the tree, she noticed Wyatt sitting at the bottom of the tree, he was not alone. Sitting beside him, was Draco. Carefully taking cares not to be seen Raine hid behind the tree and listened.

“… But I don’t think he loved her,” she heard Wyatt argue.

“Wyatt,” Draco said a little sternly. “Listen to me very carefully, now it’s common knowledge that you’re Father…”

“He’s not my Father,” Wyatt interrupted.

“Oh yes he is, and you are more like him than you realise,” Raine didn’t need to see her husband to know he was smirking. “I never really understood him, I couldn’t believe he would do any of the things he did for others. You of course know the stories. Nothing Harry has ever done has been for himself. I realise now that it was out of love he did it, I must admit I feel very foolish because of how long it took me to work it out,” Raine heard Draco sigh.

“Your father,” he continued, “doesn’t know how to do thing half-hearted, with Harry it’s all or nothing, and he loves your mother and you with everything he has.”

“How do you know he loves me?” Wyatt asked.

“Is that what this is about?” asked Draco. Tears started to run down Raine’s face.

Wyatt must have nodded because Draco continued. “How could he not, you are his son, he knows very little about you, but I know he loves you, just as much as your Mum does.”

“But how? You can’t love that many people,” Wyatt said softly.

“You know a few years ago I would have agreed with you,” answered Draco with a slight giggle, “But I have come to an understanding, and that is, love is infinite you can always make more, without taking it away from those you already love. That, Wyatt, is how your father can love you and your mother so much.”

“But he doesn’t know me,” retorted Wyatt,

“Ah and why is that? Is it because he doesn’t want to, or is it because you won’t let him? Remember you know nearly all there is to know about him, do you really think it’s fair that he knows nothing about you?”

There was silence for a few seconds, then finally. “No”

“So are you going to talk to him?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, off you go, your Aunty Raine is standing behind the tree and probably wants to talk to me.”

“Bye and thanks,” called Wyatt as he ran back to the house.

“How did you know I was here?” Raine asked walking around the tree and sitting with her husband.

“I saw you, that and I could smell your perfume,” he smiled pulling her in to a hug.

“Did you mean what you just said?” she asked softly.

“Every word.”

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Harry stood looking at the faces of the people he loved, the whole Weasley family was not there of course, and in all honesty he did want to ask. Scared mainly that something had happened to them. This thoughts where broken by an ear splitting cry of a child.

“Nana!”

“Oh dear,” cried Mrs Weasley

“Nana, I’m awake!” the child called again

Before Harry could ask what was going on, he found himself being pushed by Ginny into the Kitchen pantry.

“No time to explain, please Harry If Percy finds out your back!” and with that she closed the door.

Harry felt a bit stupid standing in the cupboard, and try as he might he couldn’t hear a thing that was going on outside.

After a few seconds the door opened and Wyatt slipped in and closed the door once more.

“You might as well sit down we’ll be here for a while,” commented Wyatt.

Harry sat down, noticing a small spider crawling on the floor. He however was a little surprised when Wyatt sat very close to him. Harry was shocked to find Wyatt was shaking.

“Wyatt, are you ok?” he whispered

“Well… You see…” Wyatt sighed, “I’m just a little scared of the dark”

Harry without think wrapped his arms around Wyatt noticing, for all his intelligence and strength, he was after all a little boy. Harry was half expecting Wyatt to pull away; Harry was needless to say very pleased when he didn’t.

And so, for how long he didn’t know Harry sat holding his son, in the Pantry of the Weasley’s kitchen.

“Wyatt?” he asked finally

“Yes”

“Why are we hiding?”

Wyatt giggled for a few seconds.

“Well, that scream you hear before was none other then, the most annoying, spoilt, and nasty cousin on the face of the planet”

“Has your mother ever told you about Dudley?” Harry asked with a grin

“No”

“Remind me too, but go on”

“His name is Jake, he’s the only son of Uncle Percy and Aunt Penelope, anyway he is a little brat if you don’t give him what he wants he screams, if he had of seen you the first thing he would of done is told his mum and dad and we don’t want that” Wyatt explained

“Right, Umm Wyatt why doing we want him to tell his parents?”

Wyatt giggled once more.

“Because Dad, Aunt Penelope works for the Daily Prophet, if she finds out we’d have reporters everywhere, and Uncle Percy, well if he found out before Grandfather then he just would let it go. I hear Grandma say he’s like a pit bull… what ever that means”

Now it was Harry’s turn to laugh. Harry had noticed the Wyatt had called him Dad, how could he not, when he had heard it his heart had swollen to three times it’s size. Harry however had decided not to mention it.

After a few more minutes the door opened, and Harry saw Ginny standing there.

“It safe, Mum’s just left to take him home, I guess you want to know what happened?” She said

“No, Wyatt filled me in” Harry smiled up at her.

Standing up Harry scooped Wyatt up and carried him out.

“Wow, Mummy you can’t pick me up you say I’m too heavy” exclaimed Wyatt

“You see Daddy’s have their advantages” came a voice form the door

“Uncle Remus” called Wyatt

Harry look at the door and there was Remus, standing with a bubblegum pinked hair Tonks who was holding a small baby, holding Moony's hand was a little girl no older then Wyatt, with a beautiful shade of light blue hair.

“NOBI!” cried Wyatt

The little girl seemed to be torn between being a good little girl, and run to her friend, so Harry made it easier for her, he just walk over and put Wyatt down beside her. With in seconds Wyatt and Nobi where gone, they had run upstairs to Wyatt’s room.

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“Wyatt, is that really your Daddy?” asked Nobi almost before the door was closed

“Yes”

“Wow, this is great, are you happy?”

“I think so,” Wyatt continued when he saw here questioning look, “It’s a bit of a shock, you now. This morning when I woke up, my Dad was dead but know his alive and in the kitchen talking to yours”

“Oh, I understand”

“I don’t think you do” Wyatt said softly “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow morning and find out it was all a dream, I want my Daddy” There where tears forming in his eyes now.

“But he’s here Wyatt, he’s downstairs, and he will be here tomorrow when you wake up, and if my Daddy’s right, when ever you need him he won’t be far away.”

“I hope so, I don’t want to lose him again.”

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Harry stepped outside for some fresh air, it had taken some fast-talking to convince Ginny it was ok to let go, but he had managed it. Noticing two blondes siting under the tree Harry made his way over, making as much noise as possible, they seemed to be in the middle of something.

As a twig broke loudly under his boot, Harry noticed the pair jump apart.

“Harry” cried Raine “I see Ginny let go of you” she laughed

“Yeah, I had to talk really fast”

“Potter” said Draco

“Malfoy”

“Actually it’s Professor Malfoy” Draco said standing up

“You said what now?” Asked Harry

“I’m the Potions master at Hogwarts” Draco informed him proudly

“Wow, they where that desperate for teachers?” Harry laughed

“Very Funny”

“I thought so”

“If you two are finished” came Raine, it wasn’t really a question. “Draco we should be going”

“Why?” He asked with a questioning look.

“We need to go home, and continue the discussion we where having earlier.”

“Oh right, yes, we really should be going”

Harry was laughing when with two quick pops they where gone. Harry had just sat down at the base of the tree, when the back door burst open. A very upset Wyatt ran out into the yard, franticly looking for something.

“Wyatt, do you need any help?” Harry called standing up

“No, What?” he replied. Harry noticed Wyatt relaxed a bit when he saw him.

“Are you looking for something?”

“No it’s ok, I’m going to going inside now”

“Alright”

As Wyatt made his way back to the house, a small voice in Harry’s head told him Wyatt had been looking for him.

“Wyatt” he called

“Yes”

“I’ll be here if you need me, always.”

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The night had been filled with talk of what had happened in the four years since Harry had been taken away from those he loved. Harry had learnt that every one of the Weasley family were alive and well and the only members that weren’t married were Ron and Ginny. Ron had gone on to tell him of the wedding plans, which would now involve Harry.

Harry lay in the bed of the spare room staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t sleep, he was at The Burrow surrounded by people he love and who loved him. The door to the room creaked open. Smiling in the dark, Harry knew it was Ginny the second the door opened.

“Harry, are you awake?” she whispered.

“Yes Love, I’m awake,” he answered softly.

Harry felt the bed shift as Ginny climbed on; within seconds he had his arms wrapped around her as Ginny’s head rested on his bare chest.

“Harry, I Love you.”

“I Love you too,” Harry pulled Ginny in tighter, “Ouch, what was that?” beginning to rub his chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry it was this necklace Wyatt’s friend Jason bought for me,” Ginny took hold of the pendant and begin to move it, “It’s sad really I should give it back, but it’s so beautiful.”

“Oh, I think you should give it back. Hand it over”

“What? Harry what are you talking about?”

“Well, my darling what would you say if I told you that for four years, I lived in London, worked at a music store and my name was Jason Baker?”

Ginny gasped, “It was you?” she breathed.

“Yes it was me, Hedwig flew in the window one day and dropped Wyatt’s letter off, and if it wasn’t for the Weasley jumper Wyatt sent me for Christmas I would most likely still be Jason.”

“But, if you bought the necklace why do I have to give it back?” Ginny demanded.

“I was only playing,” he laughed.

They lied in silence for a long while just relived to be together, before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Harry awoke the next morning in a great amount of pain, beginning with he thought his old injuries had returned to haunt him. But soon found he couldn’t move at all. Looking around he saw Ginny sound asleep on his arm, but in between them was a sleeping Wyatt his arms and legs resting over Harry. No matter the pain, Harry would not wake then for all the gold in Gringotts.

A few minutes later Mrs. Weasley opened the door; Harry watched a smile spread across her face.

“Come have some breakfast Harry dear, you won’t wake then if you move.”

Carefully Harry withdrew his arm from under Ginny and slid from the bed; Wyatt muttered and rolled over to cuddle his mum. Harry felt his eyes form tears at the sight. He decided nothing could take him away from his family ever again.

Down in the kitchen Mr. Weasley sat at the table, eating.

“Harry my boy, sit down.”

Harry sat in the seat next to Mr. Weasley.

“Right, Harry I know you don’t want to think about this, but at some point, the fact you are alive and well is going to come out. I think it would be better if you revealed yourself on your own terms than it appearing in the Prophet.”

“I agree,” began Harry. “I’m just not looking forward to the media circus afterwards.”

“Best to get it over with dear,” said Molly placing a plate of hot toast on the table.

“I think we should get the rest of the family together, and maybe to the Order before you go public, I think they might be just a little upset they weren’t told.” Arthur added.

“Well I could invite everyone around for dinner tonight,” suggested Molly.

“Tonight might be a bit early Molly dear,” replied Arthur.

“No,” said Harry “Tonight would be fine; I want to get this over and done with so I can have an ordinary life.”

“Oh Harry,” laugh Molly, “an ordinary life is just not in the cards for you, I’m afraid.”

“No, not if that life involves Ginny and Wyatt,” laughed Arthur.

“What do you mean if?” asked Harry.

“Well, it has been a long time Harry, I’m sure Ginny would understand if well you know… you didn’t want to continue a relationship,” Arthur look flushed.

Molly on the other hand looked furious.

Harry took a deep breath before speaking “Mr Weasley, I have been away from Ginny and my son for four years, and almost every night I dreamt of Ginny, never knowing who she was. Every minute I could not remember who she was your daughter was all I thought about.”

“Oh Harry,” cried Ginny as she ran to hug him.

Harry looked at Arthur. “You knew she was there didn’t you?”

“Why, yes I did,” he smiled. “Do you really think you could have told how you really feel knowing she was in the room?”

“Actually I do,” Harry grinned.

He then held Ginny’s hands, “Ginny I love you, I always have it’s just taken me a few years to work it out, I have lived without you, and never plan to do it again. Will you marry me?”

“Oh Harry, I love you. Of course I’ll marry you!”

“Wonderful!” cried Molly tears streaming down her cheeks, “It will be and engagement party!”

“Yes, but don’t tell anyone who is engaged,” laughed Ginny.

“Why?” asked Arthur.

“Because I want to see their faces when we tell them it’s me, then when they see to whom,” explained Ginny.


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Wyatt woke alone in the spare bedroom; it was a few seconds before he realised why he had been sleeping here. After a quick look around the room, he had not noticed any indication that his father had really been there. Wyatt’s heart sank, It had all been a dream a wonderful, extremely realistic dream, but a dream none the least.

After a few minutes, which he allowed himself to cry, Wyatt wiped his eyes and made his way downstairs for breakfast, as he reached the bottom of the stairs Wyatt took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough siting at the table were the same people who sat there every morning.

With a sigh Wyatt sat next to his Uncle Ron and wait for his mother to push him his breakfast.

“Wyatt? Is something wrong?” his grandmother asked.

“No,” he replied quickly.

“Are you sure baby?” his Mum asked, “You look a little pale are you feeling sick?”

“No Mummy I’m fine, I just had a bad dream, that’s all.”

“What about?” it was Uncle Ron this time.

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” Wyatt told them as he started eating his cereal.

“You know I would have thought,” Continued Uncle Ron “That the first thing out of your mouth this morning was going to be, you asking where your father was.”

Wyatt just look at his Uncle, hoping he was hearing right.

“He had to go to London this morning to get some stuff from the flat he lived in, then he was going to his house,” his mum explained.

“His house?” asked Wyatt, “doesn’t he want to stay with us?”

With a smile his mother said “Oh yes my darling, he does want to stay with us. That is why he is getting Potter Manor ready.”

“I’m sure it’s fine, can we go now?” Wyatt asked earnestly.

Laughing now she continued, “I’m afraid that Harry has something to do first, it won’t take long.”

“Oh, well then is he coming back today?”

“Yes baby, we were going to have a party tonight,” his Mum explained.

“What for?” asked Wyatt.

Wyatt love parties especially when they involved the whole Weasley family, but there was normally a good reason for them.

“Well, your father asked me to marry his this morning,”

Trying not to look too excited, Wyatt asked, “What did you say?”

“Yes, is that ok with you?”

Although his insides where dancing for joy, Wyatt calmly said, “I guess so.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Wyatt noticed his Uncle’s mouth twist into a smile.

~~~~~

Harry carefully placed the pile of letters inside the box, looking around the small living room of the flat, where he had spent most of the four years he had been Jason and he notice, there wasn’t much there. Harry had decided to leave his furniture and cooking utensils to the next tenant, after all it wasn’t like he needed them.

Hermione quietly walked in from the bedroom where she had been packing clothes.

“Harry, are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I just realised that there isn’t much to pack.”

“Well come on after dropping this off at the manor, you have to go shopping.”

“I do?” Harry asked.

“You don’t think you’re going to get away with not buying Ginny a ring do you?”

Harry laughed, “I do believe your right Hermione, but I think we should shop here in muggle London.”

“I agree, Umm… Harry, I think we might have a problem”

“Oh what’s that?”

“Muggle money.”

“No. It won’t be a problem, 4 years of work and not spending your pay on much adds up.”

“So are you ready to go?”

“That’s everything.”

With the flick of Hermione’s wand the packed boxes disappeared. Then Harry and Hermione set off to find a ring for Ginny.

~~~~~~

The Burrow had been a beehive of activity all day, with preparations for the party; Mrs. Weasley had been cooking all day. Ginny, Wyatt and Ron had been decorating. So when Harry and Hermoine returned, the house looked and smelt wonderful.

“Harry!” cried Ginny when he walked thought the door. “You have to go upstairs, everyone will be arriving soon.”

Ginny quickly ushered him up the stairs, taking a look around her Ginny was pleased with what she saw. Sure enough she had sent Harry upstairs just in time, because the Fireplace glowed green as Fred, followed by Katie, George and Angelina stepped out.

“Well little sis, who’s the luck guy?” asked Fred.

“What are you talking about?” demanded Ginny.

George grinned, “Who else would be getting engaged?”

“Everyone else is married or engaged already,” laughed Fred.

“So” continued George “That only leaves you, now the question is who could possible take the place of Harry?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Ginny smiled.

Within twenty minutes, every member of the Weasley family, Most of the Hogwarts Staff, the Order of the Phoenix and of course all the friends Ginny and Harry had had at school had arrived.

It wasn’t long before the guests were moved outside due to the fact that they couldn’t move inside. The evening air was filled with chatter from the adults and the laughter of the children.

Ginny took a depth breath and cleared her throat, “Can I have your attention please?” Her voice rang clear and loud over the huge amount of noise.

When silence fell Ginny went on, “Now as was pointed out by my darling brother, I am the only Weasley not married or engaged, this is no longer true, this morning I was proposed to and I said yes,”

There were a few soft mumbles of ‘who?’, but from behind her Ginny heard Hagird’s voice say “Who could possible replace Harry?”

“Hagrid, no one could replace Harry,” Ginny answered, turning around to see Hagrid, with tears in his eyes.

“I want you to be happy Ginny I do, I really do, but can you ever be happy without him?”

Ginny heard gasps and a few people start to cry.

“No, Hagrid without Harry I could never be truly happy,” she whispered.

“So it’s a good thing I asked her to marry me then,” came Harry’s voice.

Ginny watched as Hagrid’s eyes widened and he turned around.

“Harry!” He roared.


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