Lily Potter was lonely; it seemed she was always lonely. Her children were away at Hogwarts for ten months of the year, her husband continued to vainly search for their long lost son and she worked from home because of her disabilities.

Disabilities, ha.

She’d hated Voldemort before he’d attacked her home, but now that hate was personal. Not only had Voldemort’s actions lead to the kidnapping and subsequent absence of her first born child, but she could no longer walk because of him.

When Voldemort had cast the killing curse on Harry she’d thrown out all the power she possessed to try and block it – it hadn’t been enough to completely block the curse from hitting her baby, but it had been enough to create a magical circuit which led some of the power expanded by Voldemort’s death to come back at her. She would have died had it not been for James’ quick thinking and extraordinary good luck.

Her husband, bless his soul, had cut off the power using just his mind and saved her life. It wasn’t until after the smoke had cleared that they realized Voldemort was dead and Harry was still alive.

Lily winced, looking out the window and seeing the bright blue, cloudless sky and cheerful sunshine. She could remember, so clearly, the joy of seeing little Harry still breathing and smiling happily with only an oddly shaped cut on his forehead as damage.

And then, Lucius Malfoy – that bastard – had taken Harry into his arms, sneered at her and her husband, and disapperated from decimated house.

She had no idea where he baby had gone, whether he was alive or dead – nothing. Reports of supposed sightings had been coming in from all corners of the globe for the last fifteen years, but every single one of them had turned up negative. Part of her wished for closure, for someone to tell her that her baby was dead so she could move on with her life. Another, larger part wished for his safe return with every single cell in her broken body.

XoX

James Potter hadn’t believed it when the report had come in, he’d spent too many years searching for his lost son and it had gotten to the point where he was no longer expecting the safe return of Harry.

A body would do.

When Remus Lupin himself had said he thought he’d seen someone – a boy – who could be Harry his hopes had soared for a moment before plummeting to the ground again. Remus wanted Harry back as badly as James and Lily did, what was to stop him from hallucinating the sighting? Then again, they’d inspected sightings from far less reliable sources then one of his best friends.

So they looked into it, and low and behold they’d found a black haired, green-eyed boy with a peculiar scar on his forehead.

James’ breath had caught as he stared at the figure his son made, sitting innocently in a classroom, daydreaming.

“Sirius,” he gasped, clutching his best friend’s arm before turning to his left and meeting the eyes of a smiling Remus, “Remus, it’s him – I know it is! It’s my son!”

Remus smiled gently, “I thought so James, shall we go collect him?”

James nodded, tearful eyes riveted on the form of his nearly grown son. “Yes... Oh Merlin, it’s Harry! It really is!”

Remus and Sirius exchanged happy smiled over their best friend’s head and patted him comfortingly on the back.

“Much as I hate to interrupt this… moment,” a voice drawled from behind them, “I do have responsibilities to attend to at Hogwarts gentlemen. As do the rest of you.”

Sirius shot a dirty look over his shoulder at his rival and fellow professor, Severus Snape. “Fuck off, Snape!” he hissed, “Just because you have no emotions is no reason to deny us ours!”

“How… quaint,” sneered Snape, “however, as much as I enjoy our petty bantering I would like to remind you that we are needed for more than collecting a teenage boy from this uncultured back-alley of a country.” The three former marauders rolled their eyes.

“Whatever, Snivillus,” James said, wiping away his tears, “let’s go get my son.”

XoX

Nathaniel glanced back at the four men following him and wondered why he hadn’t let the teacher call the police.

Maybe, he thought, it’s because looking at the dude in the glasses is like looking in a mirror, a broken mirror but a mirror none the less.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Harry…”

“Stop,” Nathaniel said, raising a hand and turning around, “like, what did I say? My name is so not Harry, guys – it’s definitely not what it says on my birth certificate or anything, right? So, like, call me Nathaniel. Besides, what kind of name is Harry anyway? How eighteen-hundreds is that?”

One of the men – the one with long, skanky hair and a nose the size of Montreal – snorted his laughter and the other three looked taken aback.

“Right. Well… follow me.” Nathaniel turned and continued on his way home. Of the four he found himself thinking they were all more then a little weird. Not only they’re clothes – and he knew some pretty far-out people when it came to choice of clothing– but their demeanor and attitudes. They all acted like they were uncomfortable in their current surroundings. I may sound like a total ditz and be failing history, Nathaniel though wryly, but I can see that at least.

“So, like, what brings you from wherever? I’m assuming... England?” he asked as they strolled through the picturesque streets of Port Moody.

“We’re here to bring you home,” said one of them firmly – he looked younger then the other three, his hair was long, but not skanky and he had a neatly trimmed goatee on his chin. A leather jacket and light blue eyes added to the appearance of youth.

“Okay, so like where do you think ‘home’ – and I use the word loosely – is?”

“England,” the skanky man answered shortly, throwing a warning look at the other three.

“Riiiight, and what makes you think I want to leave my home here?”

“I’m your father,” the broken-mirror man answered, “does that mean nothing to you?”

“Okay, I don’t know your name, don’t know if you are who you say you are and have lived here quiet happily for the past eleven years – what makes you think I’d join you, even if you are my biological father?”

Nathaniel turned from the bewildered men and bounced up the steps to his home. He tried the door and wasn’t surprised to find it open already.

“Mom,” he called, walking in and throwing his messenger bag on the couch, “Mother! I’m home and I’ve brought four strange men with me!”

The aforementioned strange men walked into the room and sat on down when Nathaniel motioned for them to.

“Hello?” Nathaniel called again, walking into the kitchen before letting out a yelp of surprise, “Oh my God! Get a room with a lock you two!”

The four men exchanged uneasy glances.

“Oh darling!” a breathless female voice exclaimed from out of their field of vision, “We didn’t hear you come in!”

“Do you ever?” Nathaniel said, exasperation clear in his tone, “When you’ve buttoned up your shirts… and pants… come into the living room and meet the strange people I’ve brought home.”

Muttering could be heard and when Nathaniel came back into view he brought with him an attractive woman. She had long, auburn hair and her honey colored eyes sparkled good-naturedly as she looked at the men.

“This is my mom, Moonbeam,” Nathaniel said, throwing himself into an empty chair with all the grace of a sixteen-year-old boy, “Mom, these are the strange men who burst into my history class and rescued me from Mr. Farley.”

“Ah,” said Moonbeam, “the bigoted, egotistical, capitalist pig of a teacher we met in October?”

Nathaniel nodded good-naturedly.

“Thank you,” Moonbeam said, turning to men who’d rescued her son from History, “now, who are you?”

They exchanged glances before introducing themselves.

“I’m James Potter,” said the broken-mirror guy, “and I’m Harry – I mean Nathaniel’s biological father.”

Moonbeam just smiled at him.

“Er,” said the young-ish, notskanky but still longhaired one, “I’m Sirius Black and I’m supposed to be Harry’s Godfather.”

Moonbeam smiled again and turned to the other two.

“Remus Lupin, nice to meet you Moonbeam,” said the eldest looking one.

The skanky one didn’t give Moonbeam time to smile and said shortly, “Severus Snape.”

“Well gentlemen, I see we have some serious,” she giggled and glanced at the second man, “talking to do.”

“We certainly do,” said a second woman, walking into the living room and setting down a tray of coffee, cups, sugar and cream.

“Ah,” said Nathaniel, “this is my other mom – Eve.”

XoX

After getting over the shock of his son being raised by two lesbians James found himself warming to the women. They’d already said that they wouldn’t try to keep him and Lily away from Harry – although, he supposed they’d have to start calling the boy Nathaniel now – and even agreed to thinking about letting Harry go back to London with them.

All that was left was a proper explanation.

“Ladies, Nathaniel,” James said seriously after a few minutes of light-hearted talking, “what I am about to tell you may sound unusual, but bare with me for a few moments.”

Sirius and Remus placed reassuring hands on his shoulders and Snape rolled his eyes in frustration.

“Do you believe in magic?” It was cheesy, but James had to start somewhere.

“Oh dear!” exclaimed Eve, “You mean you’re that James Potter? And… And our Nathaniel’s the Harry Potter?”

Nathaniel, Sirius, James, Remus and Snape all gave Eve puzzled and bewildered looks while Moonbeam chuckled.

“Maybe you should explain,” she said lightly.

“Right. Well my sister’s a muggleborn witch,” said Eve, “she went to the Trinity North Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry up in the Rockies. She lives in Yellowknife now though, so she never visits. She sent us letters when the war was going on though – to warn us.”

James sighed, his job had just gotten so much easier.

“Right, well yes. I’m that James Potter and Harry’s that Harry Potter. We’ve no idea why he didn’t get called up to Trinity North and no idea why all the scrying in the world couldn’t find him. I think most people assumed he was dead.”

“Really? Well, we found him in an orphanage outside of Surrey and adopted him. He was the cutest little baby – we must show you all the pictures we have!”