chapter 8: what the hell

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James P.O.V

NO, NO. THIS IS NOT HOW ANYTHING WORKS WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL. If anybody saw me they must have thought me mad or something. I was shaking looking frantically about not sure where I should be looking. 

I continued holding onto Harry unsure what I should do. 

This was a picture of me and Harry when he was even younger than he is now. Harry is from the future. HOW IN MIRLENS NAME IN THAT LOGICAL EXPLANATION. HOW. 

I apparated out of the street not carrying who saw me. I was Harry's father. How do I explain this to people? How do I explain this to my MOTHER? 

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 Lily P.O.V 

I sighed as James ran out the door. I could feel the looks they were giving me, they thought harry was mine. I knew that Petunia told them all sorts of lies about me and that to keep the peace I would have to go along with it.  

"So... Lily, I hear you go to a private school," Mrs. Dudley smiled her venom covered in honey. 

"Yes, I got a scholarship," I smiled. 

"showoff," I heard her mutter. Oh, that's how it's gonna be. I smiled knowing this was going to suck. 


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