Warnings: Slash boy/boy (later on), bullying/slight Ron bashing, OCness, bad grammar/spelling (I have no Beta so review/PM me any mistakes that you find so that I can fix them)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter! Or this disorder! (I googled it so if I got something wrong about it I apologize I don't have this disorder nor do I know someone that has this disorder) I am NOT a doctor! And I am NOT trying to make fun of or make light of this disorder! I only own this plot (and if there is someone out there that has a similar plot I am deeply sorry! I did not intentionally steal from you)

Dyspraxia

"Ma'am you are under arrest." They said in unison.

Lilly's face immediately fell as she was overcome by shock, "Excuse me? Under what charges?"

"For harming an unarmed civilian." One said.

"She was just defending herself from him. He was trying to rape her!" James countered to the police officers.

"Be that as it may, the man was unarmed. You are going to have to come with us with, Mrs. Potter."

James was getting frustrated. "Look, you guys look nice and all, but you must be new to the force. You see, Lilly here, is a lawyer and has a son." James gestured towards Harry who was still in his mother's lap. "You can't take her away, especially when she didn't do anything but defend herself!" James yelled.

"Sir, I'm afraid that no one gets away from the law even if they are a—" The officer glanced at Lilly, "Lawyer. And I don't like your tone." The officer said a little more firmly looking back at James. Little Harry, sensing the tension between the men, started to cry.

Lilly had to defuse the situation and fast before things got even more out of control. She shushed Harry with gentle cuddling and when he finally calmed back down again she looked back up at the officers she said, "Okay."

"What?! Lilly!" James exclaimed, shocked that his wife would even amuse the thought of going to jail. "No! I can't let you do this, you didn't do anything wrong!" He yelled frustrated.

"James, please. Don't cause even more of a scene." Lilly said firmly. James was so frustrated and angry about what was happening and he didn't even a have say in it. He knew that when Lilly used his name like that, that she was serious, and so begrudgingly he backed down.

Lilly stood up, the blanket falling off her shoulders, and hugged James. "Don't worry about me. Just make sure that you take care of Harry okay?" She whispered in his ear. She handed Harry to James and kissed his (Harry's) forehead, holding it there for several second longer than usual. "You be a good boy for mommy, okay?" She said. Harry looked up at his mother—his eyes still glistening from the tears earlier—and smiled, "Okay." She gave James a kiss and with that the police officers lead her to the cop car, handcuffed. As it drove away, James could only hope that she knew what she was doing.

Four days passed and James had found Harry a new teacher that knew of his disorder and would take care of him.

It was now a Friday, two weeks after Lilly had been taken to jail and Harry was starting to get confused. Where was his mommy? Doesn't she need to come back for him and daddy? Maybe daddy would know where mommy is. He finds him in the kitchen making supper. "Daddy?" James looked down and saw Harry, you could see the dark bags under James' eyes. He was looking weary and tired. He had to double his shift to cover the absence of Lilly and still take care of Harry. "Yeah sport?"

"When is mommy going to be back?" James stiffened and put down the cutting knife. He was just thinking about how to tell Harry that very day. He had gotten a call from Lilly that morning when Harry was in school. She had told him that she had bailed herself out and was going to be released on Sunday morning. James was excited to be able to get his Lilly back, but that was when she broke the news to him. Since she had been in jail, her license as a lawyer was confiscated. She would have to go back to school and get another degree. When James had asked when she was going to go back to get the degree, Lilly responded with right away. That she wouldn't be back to see James or Harry until she had gotten her degree. She had said that if she returned back before getting her degree that she would have a tough time getting away from James and her Har-Bear to go back to school. Lowering himself so that he was in front of Harry, he gave him his undivided attention.

"Well…momma won't be back for awhile." James started out, trying to tread the topic lightly.

"How long is…a ile?" Harry try to pronounce.

"Maybe a couple of years." James said.

"Is that long?" Harry asked, confused on how long a year was.

"Not exactly, but it sure will feel like a long time." James said starting to get a little sad but put on a smile for Harry.

"What is she doing?"

"Well, she has to go back to school and learn some more." James said, trying to make it easy for Harry's young mind to understand.

"Why can't she…come to school…..with me?" Harry asked. "Then school….will be more….fun." Harry said with a smile.

"Well, you know that momma is a grown up, right?" When James received a nod he continued, "Since she is a grown up, she has to go to grown up school. Does that make sense?" James asked. He didn't think that Harry would understand if he tried to explain what college was and how it worked.

"I think so." Harry said, though he was still upset since he wouldn't be able to see his mommy for a while.

~THREE~YEARS~LATER~

Harry was now eight years old and he officially hated school. He was in the third grade and he hated himself. Last year, James was finding it hard to pay for Harry's schooling, so he sent Harry to a normal public school. He now had a "normal" teacher since it was less expensive. He was bullied by the other kids and even the teachers were mean to him. When he lost his homework because of his bad organization skill, the teacher would assume that Harry just didn't do the assignment and he would get in trouble. He didn't like P.E. at all either; because of his bad hand-eye coordination, he wasn't very good at it. One of the most common things they did in the class was either run—which sometimes caused Harry to be covered in bruises and cuts since he would stumble and fall—or they played dodgeball. Most of the kids loved dodgeball, but not Harry. Since everyone knew that Harry wasn't good at sports, he was always got picked last—which didn't help his confidence level—and whoever's team he was on were always mean to him. Then the bullies would always make fun of him when he did something "not normal".

One of the worst bullies was a red headed kid named Ron Weasley. Ron wasn't too good at school work but he was really good at sports so whenever Harry's was on his dodgeball team he would get a ball and "accidently" hit Harry with them. Ron would get warning from the teacher to be more careful of where he was throwing, but Ron thought it was worth it. Ron's mindset was that if he had to "deal" with Harry then he should at least have fun before they lose. Because that's what happened to the team that Harry was on, they would lose in the end, no matter what happened or how hard they tried, they would lose the game. Again because of Harry's bad hand-eye coordination so he found it hard to aim and hit someone with the ball, it was also difficult for him to catch a ball. It was even worse than that though, because of his horrible motor skills, he could barely even throw the ball let alone try and aim or catch one. So he would usually just stand in the corner and try to stay out of the way.

Harry was in a hell hole that was called school—the kids were mean but the teachers were also mean so he couldn't turn to them for help. He would turn to his father and ask for help but he didn't want to bother him. He was still working full time trying to support them both and his mother—where ever she was. That's another thing, Harry hadn't seen her since she was taken to jail three years old, and unfortunately everyone else knew about this. That being one of the bad things about small towns, everyone knew everything. So, the teachers just think that Harry is a horrible kid that grew up in a bad environment, while the kids think that Harry is weird that Harry doesn't have a mother. Harry didn't tell James about this either because he knew that his father was already at his wit's end with the job, taking care of Harry; and even if he told his father, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it since this is the only school that would accept Harry in the small town that they lived in.

So, with these mature, selfless thoughts in mind, Harry didn't tell anyone and kept everything to himself trying to live life day by day.

~TO~BE~CONTINUED

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's so short, I felt bad about the last cliff hanger so I just wanted to get this out there so you guys have an explanation for what happened to Lilly. But I probably won't be able to update again until at least the first week of May since I will be having Finals coming up.

Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed it.