"Well, lets see I think the first one we should learn is the Scar Remover." Lily thought. "I'm sure you don't want those ..."

"Yeah." Harry said, reaching up to touch his face. "I never got that one though. But then again that could have been because Draco kept throwing things in my cauldron."

Dusk frowned at that.

They set up there potions stations. Harry sanitized his hands with his wand.

"What spell was that?" Hermione wondered.

"A Sanitizing Charm." Harry said.

Hermione cocked her eyebrow wondering why Harry would learn that spell but shook her head and let it go. She of course had him teach her how to do it. When that was done Lily began instructing them and correcting them both on their techniques. She was soon frowning.

"Harry, can you cook?" she wondered.

"Of course i can." Harry nodded. "I'm very good at it too if I do say so myself."

"Then think of the knife techniques you use when cooking." Lily instructed. "Dicing, cutting, slicing, etc."

Harry blinked stupidly.

"I never thought of it like that before." He said, "So then..."

He began dicing the roots in front of him perfectly and quickly.

Dusk was soon very shocked at how well Potter was doing with his Potion it was going to be flawless. Was that all he had to do to get the boy to be good at Potions? Just relate it to cooking.

"That smells yucky." Evan complained leaning closer to Hermione's cauldron. "You can't drink that."

"It's a cream." Hermione said, patiently. "You rub it on the scars and let it sit for awhile and slowly it heals the scars and makes them vanish."

"Oh." Evan said, looking at the yellow cream in the cauldron. "Still smells yucky."

"It will smell at least a little better when it's done." Lily giggled at her son.

James watched Lily teaching Harry and felt bad. He wanted nothing more than to connect with his son as well but didn't know how. He was wishing more than anything that he had never let Dumbledore talk him into giving up Harry. The man had said that with being the Boy-Who-Lived it would be best if Harry grew up away from all the fame and he had believed him but as soon as it was done he'd regretted it. He'd demanded to know where his son was so that he could get him back and raise him properly with love and affection and spoil him rotten. Albus had never told him where Harry was just that he was safe and well loved. He had tried on his own to find his eldest son but nothing he seemed to do could locate his son.

He felt a pang shoot through him as he watched Harry. Anger filled him but it wasn't anger at Harry no never Harry. This anger was directed fully at Dumbledore. The man had to know how Harry was being treated he had to know that Harry wouldn't be safe with Petunia. He was angry at himself for allowing the world to think they were dead as well but he and Lily just wanted to be left alone and find their son. Even after Evan was born they hadn't stopped looking for Harry. He was hating himself for allowing this to happen. This was all his fault. He could never forgive himself and he knew that Harry would never forgive him either. He knew he could never make it up to Harry but he could at least start trying. But how he didn't know anything about his son except that he played Quidditch, was curious about Potions, didn't like red haired girls, and was apparently studious and hard headed when he wasn't distracted. Nothing he could really use to help him bond with his son. He growled to himself and pulled at his hair.

Sirius lounged happily in the fresh air laying on the deck. It felt so wonderful to be outside. It was wonderful to see James and Lily and know that they'd been doing well all these years. He looked to Harry and could see how happy the boy was even if he was trying to hide it.

"You should get him some clothes." Sirius said, to James who was sitting at his head. "He's wearing rags."

"Yeah, he and Moony need clothes." James nodded.

"Prongs, you don't have to..." Remus started.

"Meh." James waved his hand. "Come on, Moony, lets leave Padfoot here and go find a tailor. There has to be one somewhere on this ship."

Remus chuckled a bit and followed James off.

Sirius didn't mind that he was being left behind. He needed more fresh air.

"Wow, Harry, great job!" Hermione praised, "It's perfect!"

"Is it?" Harry asked awed with his own work.

"It is." Lily smiled. "Very good, Harry. "

Harry marveled over his cream until Hermione finally took it and then his glasses and began applying it to his face. He closed his eyes and kept his mouth closed.

"How long do I leave it on?" Harry wondered.

"Just half an hour." Hermione answered.

"But it smells." Harry said, wrinkling his nose. "I don't like this smell. It's starting to itch. Is it supposed to itch?"

Lily looked worried but watched Hermione roll her eyes and figured this was something the girl knew how to deal with.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Potter Harry just has a strong aversion to using any kind of Potions." Hermione informed.

"Well, if people were putting potions in his food I don't blame him." Lily stated. "If the itching gets worse tell me, Harry. You might be sensitive or have an allergy."

"Not to anything in this potion that I know of." Harry informed.

Dusk was actually pleased with Potter's potion and response. He mewled at the cauldron and pawed at it. The brat needed to clean his cauldron before the residue settled.

Harry put his glasses back on.

"Oh, you're right, we need to clean our cauldrons." Harry said, getting out the stuff he used. "Snape, says that's important."

Harry was enraged when he got Cauldron Scrubbing -1 .

"Cauldron Scrubbing-1 !" He growled. "Do you have any idea how many cauldrons Snape's had me scrub over the years? I should be a pro at this!"

Hermione snorted and tried to hide her smile and not laugh. She happened to agree with Harry's assessment on that. She noted that Lily and Sirius looked worried as Harry said this though.