Chapter 1 : A Surprise Visit
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Albus Dumbledore sighed and walked up to the fair-sized house in Godric's Hollow. A solitary light shone on his half-moon glasses from the front room. He slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door. Momentarily, a young man of around twenty-one answered the door.
"Dumbledore!" The young man exclaimed delightedly, jumping aside to let Albus Dumbledore in. "Great to see you!"
Dumbledore nodded solemnly and stepped in. "Hello, James. Nice to see you again as well," he said, as he entered the front room of the boy's home.
"Dark days. Dark times. Surely you're not here just to catch up on what I've been up to?" James said, with the grin that marked his pleasure still residing on his handsome face. A glint was shining from behind his spectacles, and his deep blue eyes were livid and alert.
"No..." Dumbledore said slowly, "I am afraid I am not."
James's smile deminished. "What is it, then?" He asked, his voice now sounding serious.
"Surely you remember Lily Evans, the Head Girl the same year you were Head Boy?" Dumbledore asked warily.
James's face was now set in a look mixed with dislike and some other lusting emotion. "Is she all right?" James said after a moment of thought.
Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Do you know of her blood line, James?"
"I know that she's Muggle-born. And that Snape--" he started, his eyes glaring at the floor.
"Severus is not the issue," Dumbledore said shaply. "Lily Evans is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin."
James's eyes darted toward Dumbledore's face. His own face was pallid, and the gleam was back in his eyes. "How?" He said quickly, clearly unexpectant of such news.
"Her father was a Squib, it appears. His name is not registered on the list of wizards, and it wouldn't be, would it? Apparently, he came from three generations of Squibs. But before that...a line of pureblooded wizards. Her mother is, indeed, a muggle. Therefore, we had every reason to believe she was muggle as well," Dumbledore explained, looking at James, his face full of pity.
"She never told me..." James muttered, looking back at the floor. He then shook off the thought; not only did she probably not know, herself, but she had no right to tell him. She hated him.
Dumbledore seemed to read his mind, for he did not say anything. "And you are well aware of your own blood line, I assume?"
"Very well aware," James said apprehensively.
"Then you know that you are the heir of Godric Gryffindor?" Dumbledore inclined his head toward James.
"I...I am..." James mumbled. He was beginning to wonder where Dumbledore was going with this, but had a small idea.
"And the prophecy? You know of the prophecy?"
Dumbledore kept going. "Then, James, you understand that the downfall of Lord Voldemort will be the result of your child?"
James screwed up his face in sudden realization. Again, he nodded slowly.
"Do you think it best for wizards and muggles alike for the two of you to produce a child?" Dumbledore hinted, making it an easier question for James to answer. One he knew he couldn't deny.
"I...I...I suppose..." he answered with a huge sound of dismality in his tone.
"Would you consider it? I have already been to Miss Evans's house, and she does not deny that the only downfall to the heir of Slytherin is the heir to both Gryffindor and Slytherin."
"Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin, isn't he? Then he's Lily's...?" James said, apparently having been unaware of the fact.
"He is. Very distant relative of Lily's."
James moved his mouth up and down several times, as though trying to think of something to say, but finding that the words wouldn't come.
Dumbledore said again, "Would you consider having a child with Lily Evans?"
James knew he liked her for more than...well, an enemy, that's what she was. But she had always been one of his fantasies. One of the few things he couldn't have, and it gave him a burning desire to want her even more. "I...yeah..." he agreed at long last.
Dumbledore stood up, beaming. "Wonderful!" he concluded, walking over to James and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps you should...ahh...date first? I don't remember Lily being as infatuated with you as you are with her."
James realized how well-informed Dumbledore was, and thought it useless to ask, "How do you know I am infatuated with her?"
Dumbledore's light blue eyes glinted. "It is getting late, and I have urgent business to take care of. Wonderful to see you again, James."
James showed him to the door. "You too, Dumbledore," he said exasperatedly.
As Dumbledore stepped outside in the cool, early October air, he stood and faced James Potter. "I'm very pleased that you would do this, James," he said earnestly, extending his hand.
James took his hand and shook it deftly. "I...er...not a problem."
Dumbledore smiled, and with a thin pop! he Disapparated.
A/N: That's it. I'll write more, depending on how popular this story gets....review-wise, I mean. :) Please review...
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