Who You Are

Chapter Ten "Welcome Harry"

Note: Okay so I really apologize! The real note is at the bottom of this chapter so please, please read it.

"I'm sorry Mione, I thought Derek would be gentle about it!" the voice sounded vaguely familiar, mused James, as he slowly came to awareness. His head hurt even without moving, but otherwise James felt quite fine. He held still, trying to figure out who his kidnappers were.

"Ronald Weasley!" the lectured name made James freeze up, not daring to move an inch. No. No, no, NO! It couldn't be!

"OW! Blimey 'Mione I'm not 17 anymore, stop hitting your poor ole husband."

"Poor ole husband my arse, you should have known Derek wouldn't have any experience with muggles! For Merlin's sake, the most experience he's had with muggles was old movies!"

The voices were getting louder and James couldn't stop the moan of pain he got from his splitting headache, effectively shutting up the two bickering couple that had once been part of the Golden Trio, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

"Harry, take it easy mate," Ron's worried voice sharpened into focus as someone held a potion flask to his lips and he hesitated before swallowing the contents. He finally opened his eyes slowly, looking from the aged features of one friend to the next.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione gushed as she threw herself at James only to be pried off by Ron as James was feeling the familiar suffocating hug.

"You know," croaked James, "you two just kidnapped me from my home. You can be charged for that."

"Nonsense mate, Captain Auror Stephens gave the orders to rescue you. Nice American accent there," chuckled Ron though Hermione had the familiar worrying look via biting her lip.

"Not in the muggle world," snapped James, "you bloody kidnapped me from my father you know."

"Woah, your father?" Ron asked in surprise. "Blimey Harry, you hit your head on something. You know your folks have been de—"

"Shut up! I meant my father, Jethro Gibbs!" James growled and the two stopped and looked at him in silence. James just wanted to go back home and sleep in his dad's bed until his dad returned to work, but his two former friends were most likely on orders to keep him here, if the Captain Auror was the one giving the orders as they had stated.

"Let. Me. Go!" James commanded anyways.

"No can do Harry," Ron tried. "Be reasonabl—"

"Reasonable?" James asked with an arched eyebrow. "If you hadn't noticed I'm 11-years-old almost 12 and you just kidnapped me from my father. Besides, my name is James Gibbs now."

"James Gibbs?" repeated Ron in surprise. He vaguely remembered his adopted nephew mentioning his best friend's name and the name clicked in his head. "You were Teddy's childhood friend?" The mention of Teddy seemed to stop James in his tracks and Ron scowled. His little sister had been near Harry all this time and had kept it from him!

James didn't like this situation at all. How did they even find him? What was his dad thinking now that his son had been taken? What about Tony who'd been coming to get him. He scooted closer to the wall, away from the two. Hermione looked hurt while Ron gave James an annoyed look.

"Come on Harry, don't be an idiot," Ron said anyways. "You don't belong in the muggle world. We've been looking for you for years!"

"Because I didn't want to be found," James shot back. "Think about the fact it's been 11 years since you've last seen me!"

"Why didn't you at least contact us Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Because you'd drag me back!" James replied, looking at Hermione. "Why would you do this to me? I have a family now. I don't want to come back to the wizarding world." Emerald eyes shone with his own hurt portrayed.

Hermione looked at Harry with surprise on her face, having been genuinely taken aback by the boy's outburst. Ron, on the other hand, was beet red in the face. Without another word the two turned away and left James trapped in the room. James pulled his knees to his face and hid against them, shaking. He wasn't a little kid anymore, but damn it all what was he going to do to get out of this? After so many years of his magic being repressed he wasn't the Harry Potter that they knew, though he had all of his memories and persona from them. Ron and Hermione, merlin he'd missed them so much, but he had let go of his old life in favor of one with his father.

Determined to find a way out of this, he pulled his wand out of his pocket (happy to see that he was still acquainted with his wand and not have it taken from him upon capture) and set forth towards the door…

Author's Note: It's short because this was the last written page I had on this chapter and I have lost all muse about this sequel piece. I'm really sorry guys, but I work over 30 hours a week with a full time life in college and I still continue my police training and am helping a friend build his website. So please forgive me, but I'm taking a hiatus and this story is now abandoned for quite a while longer. If you wish to take up this story and continue or rewrite it, just owl me and I'll give you some of the details I left out you want to know or whatever works. I didn't want to leave you hanging on a cliffhanger, so thank goodness I already had this chapter mostly rewritten. I think after that ending Tony's POV was next or something.