"Dad! He's beating James up, and James doesn't know why! It's time to tell us!" shouted Lily. "Albus is going to school next year, and he's scared. He's scared that those Slytherin punks will hurt him too."
Harry ran his fingers through his hair, and felt his scar under his hand. He remembered all of the pain that made up his past; pain he didn't want his children to ever know. But his children were paying for his choices now, and they were getting old enough to know why.
At that moment, Albus walked into his sisters' bedroom looking irritated.
"What's with the shouting?" he asked. "I can't concentrate on my book." Harry looked at his youngest son and remembered that he was just a little bit older then Albus when the whole mess had started. No, it started when he was a baby, and Voldemort had taken his parents lives. But he couldn't help that.
"Find your brother and your mother. I have something to tell the three of you and I need your mothers help." Lily's eyes lit up as she grinned triumphantly.
"So you're gonna tell us?" she asked excitedly. Harry nodded.
"Yes!" she shouted, and sprinted to the Potters living room.
'You're not going to be this happy when you know,' Harry thought sadly. But it was time to tell them.
Five minutes later, the five Potters were in their living room, scattered about the chairs. Harry sat on the deep leather seat and his wife Ginny sat across from him on the couch, shooting him concerned looks. James sat next to her, fiddling with his wand. Lily and Albus sat in two chairs on either side of Harry. Harry took a deep breath; he knew this day would have to come, the moment he held James in his arms, he knew, that one day, his son would need to know of all the horrible things that had happened leading up to his birth.
"You've all been asking for many years," Harry began. "About why everyone knows us. You've probably figured out that it has something to do with me, well, with something that I did. And you're right. It does. I remember, when I first came into the wizard world, I asked the same question. Everyone seemed to know me, and I had no idea why. I remember it was Hagrid who told me." He smiled at the memory. "Well, now I'm going to tell you." He looked to Ginny for support, and while she still looked concerned, she nodded slightly. His three children looked excited.
"Finally," said James. "You know how long I've been waiting for this? Eleven bloody years! Now I can kick those guys' arses for saying all those things about you."
"Does that mean that all our cousins will stop acting all weird when we walk in on one of their 'you're not ready' conversations?" asked Albus. Harry chuckled.
"Not necessarily," he said. "But maybe some of it." Lily rolled her eyes.
"So spill it dad," she said. "What happened?" Harry took a deep breath and looked at Ginny. She smiled and nodded her head once again.
"It all started when I was just a baby."
Hey guys, its Abbl2!
I've been thinking about writing this for a really long time, and now I finally have! (wow, that feels good) I don't know whether I'll continue with this, and make one chapter for Harry's explanation of each of the books, or leave it at that cuz you've all read them (at least i hope). i'll probably edit this at some point, but until then...
About the begining, I needed a reason to get Harry to finally tell his children about his past. And then it came to me. I thought, 'harry would for sure tell them if one of his old enemys was telling his kids to beat up james,' so thats where that came from.
Anyway, thanks for reading! Dont forget to post a response! Please, that would really make my day! Everytime someone posts a review, or favorites my story, i do a little happy dance inside (or outside)! so R&R!
Disclaimer: holy kadoodles, I forgot to add one! I dont own Harry Potter! He belongs to JK Rowling! phew, glad thats overwith.