Summary: For the past 10 years, Harry and Hermione Potter have been living in a small muggle community in Denver Colorado. Now, their kids, Sirius, Lily, and James, are almost 11, and they decide to go home. The only problem, is that their kids don't know anything about magic, or their past lives. So, when 2 back-to-back unexpected visitors floo in, how do they tell their kids about their past, and the truth about who they really are?
A/N..this is my very 1st fic! please dont flame! please review, and constructive criticism would be accepted, thank you!
"Harry James Potter! Did you ever think about going back? Back to London, the Wizarding World, Ron, Ginny, the Weasley's, anyone? Going back,seeing it all again?" Hermione yelled, just barely waking the kids up. It was 11:00pm, and Harry just came downstairs, after recovering from a massive headache from his job that day. Gees, he's thinking now he'll get another one from all of Hermione's yelling.
"Of course," he stated simply.
"No! Wait, What?" Hermione asked confused.
Harry sighed. "Hermione, you know I want to go back. After Vodemort's defeat, and we went into hiding because of the publicity, I said we wouldn't go back until our kids were ready. I was thinking, before I came downstairs, that since Sirius, Lily, and James were almost 11 now,that we should go back. You know, to my old place near King's Cross. I'm sure they didn't do anything to it. Actually, if anything, they might have made it into a museum. Maybe tomorrow we could apperate...James? Why are you up, son?"
Hermione whipped around in her seat to find her youngest triplet standing in the doorway.
"Mommy, what's ap-ap-aperate?" James managed through a yawn.
Hermione racked her brain. "Nothing, sweet." She started. "Daddy was just trying to say, apple pie. Tomorrow we could get apple pie. But, why are you up James?"
"Well, I was thirsty so I thought I might get something to drink," he said.
"NO, James. Go back to bed." This time, instead of Hermione, it was Harry who had spoken, though not in his normal, calm voice. This voice was strained, and nervous.
"Oooookay," James said, with a questioning look over to his father. He turned on his heel, and made his way back to his room he shared with Sirius.
Once Hermione heard his door close, she spoke to Harry. "Harry? Is something wrong? You sounded really anxious," she said, while looking imploringly at Harry.
"Yeah," He answered, wide eyed. "I just saw Dumbledore's head in the fire, somehow."
Hermione scrunched up her nose in thought. "But, our fire isn't connected to the floo network. What happened?"
Then, they heard it. That calm voice coming from the fireplace. "Hello Harry and Hermione."