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Chapter 12

Harry had told Ginny that they would have their son back soon...yet a week had gone by and still they didn't know anything. It was like James had disappeared from the face of the earth. Ginny had gotten completely desperate and Harry couldn't help but feeling like that himself. A week with no clue of where their son was, if he was okay...if he was still alive.
And like this wasn't enough, somehow the whole story had gotten to the press. The Daily Prophet had sold a thousand of copies when it revealed that Harry Potter's son was captured by an unknown group. Thankfully they didn't know anything about Apostollo or the Death Eaters or people would be way more shocked than they were now. Because everyone was shocked and even panicked. If Harry Potter, the hero, the legend, couldn't protect his son against that group, how would normal people protect their families? Reporters were waiting for Harry every time he went to the Ministry and every time he left it, something the man was finding really irritating. He felt like they were playing with his pain, trying to make a headline out from his son's abduction. He seriously thought that some of these days he's gonna snap and hex them back to where they came from.
At least he and Ginny had their family and friends to support them. They were all there on their side. Bill and Fleur actually abandoned their holydays in France and came back to England with their kids for them. Molly though was the most supportive one. She had actually moved in their house to watch over her daughter, since she learned she was pregnant, something Harry was really grateful for, since he felt guilty leaving Ginny behind, alone with the kids in her situation, almost for the entire day when he was at the Ministry.
Teddy had confirmed medically what they already knew, that Ginny was pregnant, something the entire Potter-Weasley family soon found out, to Ginny's great dismay. She just seemed to hate it every time someone congratulated her and Harry could understand why. She didn't want to have a reason to be happy with her son missing.
As Harry sat at the balcony late at night looking at the dark blue summer sky above him, he could only think of how different things would have been if it wasn't for Apostollo. They'd been on their holydays, together and they would all be thrilled just as he was in the beginning for the arrival of a new person in their family. Now...now he still wanted the baby, but it was hard to be excited, they weren't together and he spend all of his day in the Ministry. Now one of his kids was missing.
Harry closed his eyes and the last words his son had said to him came back to haunt him once more. He could still hear his outraged voice telling him he hated him, he could still see his angry face looking at him indignantly and instead of himself he kept thinking that yelling at each other may be the last thing they did together. But every time a thought like that was forming in his head, he pushed it away. No, James would be okay. James wouldn't...die. He had to come back and Harry had to find him and they had to fix things between them. It wasn't always like this; there was a time he was really close to James.

*Flashback starts*
Harry could still remember the day of his son's tenth birthday. Teddy had agreed to take him along to a summer party he had been invited. It hadn't gone well. James had came back an hour later with a fat lip, a broken nose and a bruised eye. Ginny had gone to sleep to James' great luck but Harry had been awake waiting for him.
"You're ten years old and you're fighting with other kids! What is going to happen when you get your own wand?" Harry had asked him as he cleaned the blood from his nose.
"It wasn't my fault", the boy had responded. "And this hurts".
"If you didn't want it to hurt you shouldn't have fought with the other kids in the first place! What am I going to do with you, Jamie?"
"I did it for you", the boy had murmured.
"What do you mean?" Harry had asked perplexed.
"Nothing".
"Jamie", Harry had said and his son had turned his face to the floor looking away from him.
"Those kids said...said..."
"What?"
"They said that 'cause you're famous and had an adventurous life soon you will be bored of us, of having a family and that you're gonna leave us".
Harry had looked at him stunned and then he had gotten angry.
"Who were the kids that said it?" he had asked his son outraged.
"Is it true?"
"What is?"
"You're gonna get bored of us? You're gonna leave?" James had asked still not looking at him.
"Leave? And go where?" Harry had said. "First of all, how could I ever get bored of you? Those kids wanted adventure? Tell them to try and have the three of you as kids! And then...I would never leave you, your mum, Al and Lil for anything in this world...I love you".
"You wouldn't?"
"No, I wouldn't...I promise", Harry had said and his son's face had brightened. Then he had looked up at him with a big smile on his face and then he had made a fist with his left hand and had placed it at his chest on the heart's place.
"Lion's promise?" he had said and Harry had laughed, sure that James had seen something like this in the TV Hermione's parents had given to their daughter. He had smiled and then mimicked his son's move still smiling.
"Lion's promise", he had nodded and they both had laughed really loud.
*Flashback ends*

"Harry?" Ron had come out to see where his friend was and found him sitting with eyes closed, smiling to himself. Harry opened his eyes, looked around and his smile faded as he came back to reality. Ron sat next to him. "What were you thinking?"
"James" Harry said briefly and Ron sighed.
"Harry...I want to help you and Ginny through this but I just don't know how", Ron said and Harry smiled at him.
"It's more than enough that you're here mate".
"Well, it's not like I could be anywhere else...I don't have a house" he said and Harry laughed. "It feels like it's a joke, doesn't it?"
"A very, very sick joke", Harry nodded.
"Harry!" Hermione came running from inside. "To the Ministry, quickly!"

-Angie-