Disclaimer: Okay, okay, I know it's not mine. Do you really have to make me say it? I don't own HP. The characters all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note

I wrote this...

Because when I look at him, I feel like crying. I want to give him a big tight hug, and all the love there is in the cruel world that took away what could have made him happy from the start.

And I love Harry Potter. Who doesn't? I just hope I give it justice. You'll let me know, wouldn't you? You will? Great! Thanks! ^^

IN BEHALF OF A HERO

CHAPTER ONE

THE IMPOSSIBLE NEWS

It was a sunny Monday morning in Pivet Drive. The air was cool despite the heat. The clouds were hanging loosely above them casting different shapes. It was the perfect time to play guess-what-object-the-cloud-resembles for normal little kids who weren't forced to go to school. Everything was going perfectly normal, exactly what a normal-loving-family would wish for. And by that, I mean the Dursleys.

Vernon Dursely, the head of the house and a chubby white man whose knowledge on normal things had been centered on the whitening of his balding hair, was sitting relaxedly on the breakfast table reading the normal newspaper that the newspaper boy delivered early in the morning with two bottles of milk.

His son, a huge freckled face eleven year old and the one forced to drink the milk was beside him, attacking the bacon and eggs.

And lastly, there's the good housewife Petunia Dursley, a thin woman with very pointed nose that resembles a witch in a little girl's fairy tale book, was in the kitchen taking freshly baked corn muffins from the oven.

There was another resident in the house you see, only he was locked up in the cupboard as punishment for badmouthing Dudley in front of his friends and for talking back to his Uncle Vernon.

This was the arrangement that awaited a big white owl as it got in a window without warning, releasing a letter from its beak which landed directly in front of Vernon.

"What the-"

Dudley watched his father's eyes bulge out it almost seemed dangerously inhuman as he read the envelope.

Mr. V. Dursley

Head of the Table

4 Pivet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

"Petunia!" He yelled, and his wife came hurriedly to his side.

GODRIC'S HOLLOW

James Harold Potter

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Auror, Order of the Phoenix)

Dear Dursley Family,

We can't thank you enough for taking care of Harry. We know it's sudden but please expect a visit from me. I know it might have been shocking news to you, but rest assured that Lily and I are very much alive. I need to ask you to keep this information secret though, else all of our lives will be in jeopardy. Voldemort, the threat to both our worlds, muggle and wizarding, is still lurking around and remains undefeated as of now.

Yours truly,

James

P.S. I'm taking my son.

The silent was almost unbearable that Dudley just had to hit the table with his fist earning an aww from him as Petunia was brought back to reality and ran to check if he was hurt.

"Vernon, you don't think-"

Everything was going so fast Vernon hadn't even time to close his gaping mouth when a knock interrupted their already disturbed normal breakfast.

None of them utter a word, leaving time for the knock to turn louder and louder.

Again, Dudley watches as his parents walk in fear, slowly but carefully tiptoing to reach the door.

"Oh for the love of bacons, why don't you just hurry up?" he yelled, irritated at how ridiculous his parents were acting. Vernon would have ordered him to stay behind, except he had already ran passed them and opened the door.

James Potter really wanted to apparate and shock the life out of Vernon but as expected, her wife caught onto his plans and forced him to agree to a normal visit – the muggle way. The marauder in him would have objected of course but Lily's mentioning Harry gave him a change of heart. He was going to meet his son. And normal or not, it suddenly didn't matter to him.

Still, seeing his in laws look of shock and horror was so comical it was becoming hard not to laugh. And laugh he would have, until he heard a child's voice.

"Uncle Vernon can I be allowed to eat now? Please, my stomach's aching bad."

James could have sworn he heard his own heart throbbed loudly in pain. All of a sudden the air was too thin he couldn't breathe. The only child he was seeing was a mini-Vernon, a kid resembling a whale which he caught on was his nephew Dudley and he was certain the words didn't come from his mouth.

"Was that- where is..." And as he watches his in laws face grow to an entire level of mortification, realization dawned on him and he hurriedly pushed them all out of his way like a mad man, desperately in search in a matter of life and death.

"Harry! Harry, can you hear me? It's dad!"

"Dad." One word. The voice was faint it was almost impossible to hear. With breathe still caught on his throat, James turned to the cupboard with eyes wide in fear. Suddenly he was afraid, afraid of what state he'll be seeing Harry.

"Alohomora!"

If he thought Lily's giving birth was the most emotional part of his life, he was in for a surprise. There he was, his mini replica, only he has the eyes of Lily. Emerald green eyes stare wide frozen at him in disbelief. James Potter had always dreamed of this day. He had repeatedly told himself to stay strong and manly and everything that can make his son proud on their first meeting. But as he looked at him, seeing him for the first time in many years, the tears begin to fall without his consent.

The boy had his hair, messy, untamed like how it was passed on from generation of Potter to Potter. He was thin, very thin and pale. He had to remind himself this was the same baby boy he used to cradle in his arms before Voldemort killed him.

"Harry." He heard his own voice murmur barely above whisper. Had it been any other time, he would have scolded himself for sounding too vulnerable. But it wasn't just any other moment. He was finally seeing Harry. Ask any wizard or witch who knew him and they'll tell you he was anything but vulnerable, except with Lily and now, now they have Harry.

He knelt down, arms reaching the still frozen boy. As the tip of his fingers touch his shirt that was way too big for his size, the sensation of it all being real struck him like a bludger. He wasted no time and wrapped him in a tight embrace.

"It's alright son. It's alright now. Daddy's here."

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