The Boy Who Lived As Harry Malfoy

Chapter: 4 Hogwarts

James potter sipped at his coffee as he stood in front of the empty fire place. With one hand in his pocket, the tall man stared at the only picture set upon the mantel above the flames. The photo consisted of a 6th month old Harry, layed upon a fulffy red blanket, giving a toothless grin up towards the camera lens.

"It's a muggle tradition..." Her warm voice, so rich and soft, still sent shivers through his body, even if it was just in his mind now. "...We must get their pictures taken at 6 months." Lily had said.

James smiled at the memory and examined the  photo even further. It was one of three photos he had been able to save from the fire. The three of his family that he'd always kept in his wallet. When they had taken Harry to the muggle photographer, Lily had insisted that they each get a portrait done and James couldn't be happier that he'd agreed.

He had given Kaydon the picture of Lily and still kept Kaydons 4 year old portrait in his wallet. James couldn't and wouldn't let his Harry be forgotten though, so he decided to never hide him in the back of his pocket.

His little boy...James heart gave a hard, familiar twist as he let himself dwell in the past.

His baby had already looked so much like himself...Harrys hair, although only a couple inches long, already began the tell tale signs of unruly locks, it's color the same dark brown that all potters were graced with. He had his small button nose, the gentle curve of his lips- something James had honestly hated about himself, his older brother always teasing him about his girly lips. But on his boy, they were a sight of perfection...

And oh Merlin his eyes...although they were the same sharp angled shape as James, they held a beautiful pool full of glistening emerald, the likes of which had already captivated the poor mans soul...

Turning around, James clumsily sat on the black couch just a few feet away, his body tired with grief.

It was September 1st, and James had settled into his personal chambers of Hogwarts only 3 days before. Looking around at the spacious room, he couldn't help but laugh. The once marauder had honestly never thought that he would be a professor, or could for that matter.

His dream had always been to be an auror, which he had fulfilled and for four years he was able to live out that dream, before the attack... He had tried to go back, even made plans for Kaydon to be with his grandmother during his shifts. But then his father had taken him by the shoulders and sat him down saying,

"Being an auror is much too dangerous for a single parent, James. The boys already lost his mother, you cannot ask us to watch him lose you to."

His fathers words were what had made him reconsider his career. And after a few weeks of hard thinking he had come to the conclusion that he would just stay home with Kay and continue his lead over the order, having taken it over from Albus almost immediately after his recovery. It wasn't like they needed the money and he would love to always be with his little reminder...

Though James was astonished when Albus had asked him to take on the job as the DADA professor. Of course he had immediately turned the old man down. Giving the excuse of having too much responsibilities in raising Kaydon and keeping up with order bussines.

After telling his friends and son of this crazy proposal, Kaydon had found his father late that night in the Potter Manors library. Kaydon was 10 at the time and had gone on and on about how wonderful it would be to have his father teaching him.

Kaydons final words before he left for bed being, "I just want you with me for the greatest adventure of my life."

Needless to say, James went to Dumbledore the next morning telling him he had a..."change of heart".