The Letter

James Potter opened his eyes when he felt his father's rough hand rubbing his head gentle to wake him up. Visions from his dreams still haunted him. It had to be just a dream. It couldn't be real. It couldn't be. It went against everything he had been told about how he had come to live with his father. He stared up his father.

Angus Potter had a bruised face. His face was lined with scars and a deadly presence of danger seemed to hover around him. James studied his father.

"Hey Dad. Your back sooner then you said you would be. How did your mission go?"

Angus shook his head. "Never mind about my work. It's over and done until the next job. Anyway, Happy Birthday. Your seventeen now. I got a letter for you from Professor Longbottom. He told me you finished top marks of your class. Much better then your old man. You got a offer for a job at the ministry in London.

I think you should give em a look. Your mother sent you a letter to and would like to have a talk with you about a job at her company. You're a man today. You've done good I'm proud of you. Get washed. I'll make your breakfast." He said before giving James a pat on the head and laying a letter on James' chest.

Angus turned and started to walk away. James noticed a his father limp a little as he walked away. James lay in his bed for a few moments trying to sort through the dream and wondered. He sighed and got out bed heading the bathroom washed up and got dressed in his room.

James stared at his own image in the mirror and wondered what he was doing worrying about some strange dream. He was of age now. He had plans. Grand plans and the world ready and willing to support those dreams and the position he had been looking to be in.

He was seventeen. He was going to become an Auror like his great great grand father rise up the ranks in magical wizard world and then become prime minister of the magical world and change the world for the better. He had had a few bumps along the way with being put into house Slytherin by the sorting hat but he had used the skills and charm to raise above the misstep and gain alliances and friendships in all four houses.

His course was set. His mother had guided him and helped him perfect his plan to raise to the position his legacy demanded. He had even changed his name and accents to fit in. There was nothing stopping him from achieving his goal.

"James. James. Son. Come on down before your breakfast gets cold."

"James!" James said his real name as he looked in bedroom mirror and the dream still haunted him. His father never said a word when he decided to publicly change his name to Harry or any decision he did. He supported him and only advised him to be careful and be willing to take the consequences of his actions and the outcome of his choices would lead him down to.

However, there was a great many things Angus didn't tell him. James thought about his conversations with his mother and her stories about the great legacy he came from and the legends of ancestors greatness. She failed to mention however what happened to his grandfather and uncles.

No. James shook his head. It was just a dream. It had to be just a dream. The feeling wouldn't go away though. James had to find out the truth whatever it was because he had a feeling that if didn't he might fail in his plans.

James didn't hurry down stairs but he walked down stairs heading to the kitchen where his father was placing eggs, bacon and pancakes onto two plates for the both of them.

Angus looked up with grinning face and then froze at the sight of James' face. "Are you okay son?" He asked in concern.

James forced a smile on his face and nodded. "I'm just a little nervous dad. Thanks for breakfast it smells good."

Angus flinched. "Your using your normal voice today. You sure your okay?" He asked in concern.

James nodded and came over to give his father a one arm hug before sitting down. He started getting into his breakfast quickly.

Angus smiled but he was looking at James in concern. He sat down quietly and started into his own breakfast. James ate a little but was silent.

"Son. What's wrong?" Angus asked.

James looked up. "Tell me the story about how I came to live here with you?" He asked him.

Angus frowned. "Alright. Your mother got into a bit of jam in the magical world dangerous stuff and she had a mutual friend of ours send you over to me while she got it cleared up. Then we decided it would be better for you if you lived with me and she would come and get you when she could for holiday trips and such. Why do you ask?"

James stared at him. "Did Professor Longbottom and Tan Tan bring me to you late one night?"

Angus sat back. "Did he tell you that?"

"No."

Angus stared at his son. "Yes."

James started sweating. "Did my mother give you a letter?"

"Yes." Angus said.

"Do you still have it?" James asked.

"Yes." Angus said.

James stared at his father. "What happened to your father and elder brothers?"

Angus held up a hand. "I'll tell you, just answer one question for me. How do you know about the letter?"

"I saw Professor Longbottom give you the letter in my dream."

Angus nodded his head. "I understand. Okay. My father lived in the shadow of Harry Potter for his life. He tried to make a life for himself different but he always managed to get caught up in the Legend of his father and that forced him into becoming Auror and then having political urges. My brothers didn't fight it. They road that shit like a drug and milked it to get themselves into amazingly dangerously dumb situations. It didn't well for any of them."

James' heart was hammering in his head. "What the hell happened to them?"

Angus stared at him. "My brother Harry died in battle, Henry died by betrayal and my father and brother Nathan died by the hands of the worshipers of the dark lord."

James glared at his father. "Why didn't you tell me any this shit until now."

Angus shrugged. "I couldn't tell you."

"You damned well could have-"

"No. I couldn't have. James. That's their past. Their fate. You grew up different. You became a Slytherin. You were better at school then all my brothers. You are nothing at all like your great grandfather. You have the choice to forge your own destiny. I never encouraged you to be anything then what you want to be."

"I want to see the letter." James demanded.

Angus sighed. "James-"

"No. Please. I need to see the letter."

Angus sighed and pushed his chair back and got up. James followed him out of the kitchen to Angus's private study.

Inside the study was an assortment of books and Angus' weapon designs and maps. Angus went to his desk and opened it with a key and withdrew a the envelop.

James took it quickly opened it and looked at the letter:

My Dear, Angus,

I need you to take care of Harry for me. I have put myself into a position to become high lady in the counsel to the President's magical council but my enemy's are afraid of the position this would put our son in. They are right to fear. I have had to kill two assassins this year alone and one of whom I had hired recently as nurse to our son. I know you are disappointed in me for mistake. You did warn me of the danger that would come with birthing the legacy to your great family. I am unable to protect him at present. Do not attempt to come for me. I am fine. I will grow stronger and protect myself. I will prove to you and Harry that I am worthy to in your honorable family. It would better for us to remain distance for the public eyes for the sake of the Potter heir.

I repeat. I am fine. Please protect our son and rise to a position that you can protect him as he rises to the position in the land of his fathers.

Warm affection your love always

Ava Nightingale.

James let the letter slip from his hand and stared at nothing. Angus sighed. "Son. This doesn't have to change anything your planning for your future."

James shook his head. "This changes everything. It's the reason I got the vision of the past. How did I see what happened in the past. I was able to see that moment. What am I?"

Angus gentle patted James' shoulder. "Son. Your a back-sight. It's perfectly normal thing."