James held his breath, resisting the urge to correct Harry's name. The boy had been kind; more so than James would have been if someone had changed his name. Seven years missing, twenty-three years from knowing his parents...the numbers where staggering as James looked at the boy in front of him.

When the man threatened to let the beast, though certainly a small one if the cage was any indication, out on his son, protectiveness bubbled up in his chest, and the strange name lost all meaning. The boy was his son, he reminded himself, as he yelled at the man, his son. The evidence was laid clearly in front of anyone who wish to look: His own flyaway hair, the glasses, the face, and, anyone could have guessed the mother easily enough as well, in the nose and most dramatically the eyes. Still his son, even if the name was Devlin and not Harry.

He did not notice his son's hands moving to brush the fabric away from the cage before the words Devlin uttered stopped him from moving closer. More so than the words, though they frightened him nearly as much, was the voice in which he said them. A whisper, extending the S's, and the tone was one of faraway thought. So, when the man asked what he was trying to pull, he was ready to admit an equal ground on the question. He would love to know that as well.

Devlin's eyes refocused in a sharp second, his hand pulling away from the cage. "Nothing." He said, stumbling over the word. "I'm sorry." When James leaned down to touch the boy's shoulders, he flinched away. Devlin hated the rush of power that language made him feel, but detested more the sensation that Voldemort might have felt the same when it spilled from him. Not this early, he told himself, how could you be so reckless!

Another pair of hands touched his arm, more a brother's touch than a father's. Devlin made to draw away again, but the person had him in a one armed hold before he could escape. "Hermione told you mother, but she thought James would have a fit if he heard. Apparently, Snape tried to learn the language in school." It was a whisper by his ear, assuring him of its privacy.

Devlin closed his eyes tightly, knowing well whom the voice belonged to. The face came floating in his mind, almost so vividly that he felt he needn't open his eyes ever again, but he did. When he turned, he smiled. The same freckles, though the face was past the awkward stage most boys' go through and quiet handsome. The same smile, nothing there had changed. The most striking, was the way the man had to bend to reach him, he was still as lanky as ever. And Devlin was most certainly much smaller.

"You will have to tell him, but you did not directly speak to the thing. It'll be all right; you'll get through this. He's not the tiniest bit as bad as Hermione. Really, he'll change the subject to Quiddich in the matter of questions. Nothing alike to my mum either, more alike to the twins really." He was grateful for the comparisons, as he knew very little about this man. Ron rose to his feet, towering over Devlin.

Devlin swallowed then turned to his father, one of them, opening his mouth to explain. "A lot of people probably took it upon themselves to tell you only good things about me." He began.

OUTSIDE THE ROOM....

The Auror who was watching the door was a new recruit, and determined not to leave his base, or let anyone that was not authorized, in. It was unfortunate, than, that his first test on keeping said people out was Lily Potter, and Elizabeth and Ryan McClain. Hold tight, he had thought the moment he saw them heading in his direction.

Hello," the fiery haired on had began, a nice welcoming smile on her face. The man swallowed, knowing somehow he did not want that smile to turn upside down. "I'd like to get in the room." He stood straighter.

"Your name, miss?" She glared at him, but obliged. He was glad when she uttered a name he could enter, but stopped her as the others behind her began to go with her. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your names?" Yes, be the gentleman as long as possible. He whispered, holding his breath.

"Elizabeth and Ryan McClain." The man said, narrowing his eyes at the guard.

"I can't allow either of you to enter." The fire haired one turned to glower at him, oddly reminiscent of Snape's worst looks.

"How dare you. I'll gather up Dumbledore and let him scold you himself, but I highly doubt he has the time. Perhaps the family resemblance is unclear to you, but these are the boys parents!" The man swallowed and resigned to get fired as he let them enter. Miss Potter patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. You'll be in the paper sometime this week." He blinked, but she was through the door before he could ask anything more.

LOBBY.....

Down stairs Remus and Hermione shared an anxious glance, both tapping their fingers on their knees. Remus made a move to speak, but shut his mouth; no subject seemed strong enough to break the tense silence.

"Do you think Lily found it well enough?" Hermione asked, ten minutes after Remus had asked the same thing. He shrugged just as she had, and smiled in unsure ness. "I would suppose so. He added, trying to stretch out the only question either of them could ask. "She was never one to get lost in Hogwarts, and if you don't get lost there then you don't get lost anywhere. Hermione smiled, more out of habit then anything meaningful.

"Miss Granger?" Hermione turned quickly, looking at the young man running down the stairs two at a time. He was wearing an Auror's badge, and Hermione knew him from the Order. A young one, she recalled, sure everything he did was not right in the books. He would get over that stage, they all did.

"Yes, Mister Patterson?" She asked calmly, wondering why he was here.

"I think I just made two of my biggest career mistakes!" He raked a hand through his hair, worrying his lip. Hermione sighed; she doubted it was very bad. "I was looking for the doctor that took care of the boy I brought in, but I can't find him, but you and Mr. Lupin are just fine. I...I let someone into the room I wasn't allowed too, and then...I left my post." Hermione blinked.

"The little boy you brought in? Was his name Devlin McClain? And who did you let in?" The man shrank back, then seemed to notice he was being intimidated and pulled his back straight already seemed to regret coming to her.

"Yes, his name was Devlin McClain. Miss Potter wanted to go in, I let her in. But...she wanted to bring a couple with her, claimed they where the boy's parents. I...everybody in the old crowd knows better then to cross Lily Potter. I...let them in." He bowed his head, as if he expected Hermione to start scolding him.

"It's alright, Mister Patterson. Have a seat, if your hungry I can get you some coffee, and a pastry. Devlin McClain is well able to take care of himself, and he'll only get that chance if someone can get past Lily. We're both bored out of our minds; why not join us. Tell us of this boy, and I'll get you a cup of coffee.

DEVLIN....

"A lot of people probably took it upon themselves to tell you only good things about me." He began, swallowing another bout of fear. How could he be afraid of this confrontation when he had faced even worse things? They can't be as bad as convincing Deirdre you don't want to play dollhouse, he thought with a slight inward smile.

"But there are thing you might not like about me...everyone has something. When the Killing Curse struck my forehead, it gave me some of Voldemort's powers, one of them talking to snakes. I've used it before today, only a handful of times as Harry Potter, but I always use it for well meaning things. I would say good, but not all well meaning things turn out good.

"I used it to get here, I made that snake bite my arm, I knew it would call the Auror's and, although probably seen badly in the Auror's eyes, I did that with good intentions. I'm not so sure, now though. You all seem inclined to ignore I have another family, and you all seem to think it is only possible to love one pair of parents. I...I can't be that Harry again; I can only be Devlin. But...I can still be your son...

For a moment James was unsure what to say, certainly no one had told him this about his son. The fact that his son had this power frightened him for a fraction of a second, but once that shiver had past it seemed he could not produce anymore. It didn't matter that he could do it, it mattered what he chose to do with it. What bothered James most out of this was that no one had told him; no one had expected him to be able to understand the separate parts of having ability's and using them for different things.

"Devlin, I don't care if you can talk to that snake...so long as you warn me if it wants to bite my head off." He bent down to the child, placing his hands on his tiny shoulders. "I can't say I understand having to share you...but I suppose that knowledge with come with time. As long as I get to meet them, and your happy, then everything is fine.

LILY, RYAN AND ELIZABETH.....

Lily didn't move, although Sirius, Ron and another young man had already spotted her. The couple behind her stood as frozen as she did, smiling as their son spoke to James Potter.

When James released the boy from a tight hug, spotting Lily he smiled and released him. Devlin, noticing the welcoming smile on his father's face, frowned and turned around. In an instant he had run up to his mother, Elizabeth, grabbing her around the waist. "I thought they'd obliviateyou." He whispered to her, as she bent down.

"I'm not quiet sure what that means, but it didn't happen...we learned a lot today, Devlin." He frowned at her, then nodded.

"I supposed you would...is Deirdre alright?" His mother nodded, assuring him they had called a babysitter. He looked back into the room for a moment. "Mum and dad, I want to introduce you to some people. He pulled at his mother's wrist, blushing suddenly when he spotted Lily. Suspecting they had already met, he moved on.

"This is Godric, he was my friend when I was little..." His father shook the younger mans hand, but his mum was pulled away to fast to shake his as well. "And this is James Potter...my other father.

He looked up into his Ryan's eyes, but they where warm. He shook James's hand, and Devlin let his mother linger a bit longer as they introduced themselves.

"This is...Sirius Black..." He motioned suddenly for his mother to bend down, and whispered something into her ear, glad that Remus was not there. "It could be arranged, I'm sure." She assured him, but what Devlin had said was a mystery to the other occupants of the room. "My godfather." He paused here, then tapped his chin with a finger. "He has a flying motorcycle, I rode it as a baby." He wanted to laugh, as his mother swallowed a lecture on safety.

"That must have been fun, Devlin." He shrugged, admitting he didn't remember.

"Wizards have brooms too, mum, that you fly high, high into the air. I used to be on my team at school. I fell off of one once." This time, instead of holding back, she glared at him. Catching on that he was using this for amusement. "I broke my arm, and this fool of a teacher tried to repair it with his want, I told you was a fool mind you, and being such he did the wrong spell and I had to go to the nurse because I lost all the bones in my arm!" His mother looked green.

END......

A.N: I do have a good excuse for being late on this, really I do. I've been worrying over some important things, that needed desperately to be thought out, and I haven't had time to write...anything creative. Anyway, I know I've been lousy at answering responses, but this is life-changing stuff I'm thinking of, and so is put before this, even though I like this more. I'll try to write review answers, and I'll try to update quicker. This is short, but I've written it in an hour, so give me a bit of slack. I'm working on another fanfic that I have not posted yet, and have not touched in ages, and a rewrite of this one. Never my mind my own novel which I hope to get shipped off to a publisher this year.

P.S: I FIXED THE SEPERATION MARKS, THEY DIDN'T SHOW UP THE FIRST TIME, SORRY ABOUT THAT.