“Harry’s birthday is in a couple of days, so his letter will be coming. I say I act normal and go to Gringotts and Diagon Alley like nothing has happened. If I’m found out, well, Harry hasn’t been seen for ten years. Who did they believe he was living with if not his parents or his godfather?”
“Petunia Dursley.” Remus answered, not adding that it had been Dumbledore who had attempted to place Harry with his Muggle aunt.
“The Boy Who Lived and Potter heir, raised by Muggles? Perish the thought. A nasty rumor, meant to throw everyone off of the trail.” James scoffed haughtily with a cold smile, his meaningless social smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I do know how to play the games, Moony. I don’t like them, but I can play with the best. Sirius wasn’t the only one destined for Slytherin, you know. My parents may have agreed with Dumbledore more than Voldemort, but most forget that my mother was a Black. Cunning, resourceful, subtle, and scarily intelligent.”
“Mmm. That is true.” Remus mused. “I may have done a lot of the detail work behind our pranks, but you were always the ideas and improv man.” He paused, his gaze pensive. “You think we’re in for another fight?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like there was a true resolution with His death though. And now my son is about to enter Hogwarts with the children of some of His most loyal supporters. I am not so blinded by red and gold that I can’t acknowledge the fact that in normal circumstances, those children are his allies by conquest, blood, and magic, no matter the Hogwarts Houses they are destined for. He may still need them.”
“Because of the prophecy, of course.” James replied, as if it should be obvious. “You know, the reason that Lily and I went into hiding in the first place? It referred to either Harry or Neville Longbottom.” He closed his eyes and recited slowly, “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…” He opened his eyes to his friend staring at him in shock and horror. “For some reason, Voldemort chose Harry instead of Neville as the one chosen to defeat him. Harry succeeded, though I think Lily had more to do with it, and Voldemort vanished, leaving Harry with that lightning bolt scar.”
“And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal.” Remus said softly. “That scar is more than just a mark, James. I can smell the Dark magic in it. It’s a curse scar. We need to do some research and find out exactly what that means.”