25 years after the great war…..
Harry Potter walked away from the Hogwarts castle where he had just been giving a lecture with Ron Weasley to a bunch of rowdy 6 years. He had felt a headache coming on and wanted to escape the class before it got much more painful. He sighed. Once again he thought about how he threw away the Resurrection Stone to prevent Voldemort from having it. It sometimes pained him to think of how his parents, godparent and Lupin's spirits had promised to stay with him but had no contact to him. He missed the sorely.
He hadn't noticed that during his deep thoughts he had unconsciously walked up to the Forbidden Forest. He squared his shoulders, he had been tossing around for days whether or not to walk into the forbidden forest and find the stone. Today. Yes, today he would take the opportunity to at least search for it.
Harry walked determinedly along the path he had taken all those years ago to seek his death at Voldemort's cruel hands. He vaguely remembered stopping here. He remembered what the stone looked like too. He cast an eye over the area and begun to search. He was down on his hands and knees digging through the layers of decaying leaves that had formed over the years. Suddenly, no, it couldn't be, he, yes, he had found it – Harry Potter had once again discovered the Resurrection Stone.
He sat down and rolled in around in his palm. Almost immediately, they appeared, Lily and James holding hands and laughing, Lupin and Tonks sitting cross legged and talking. Then – Sirius, he stood in profile to Harry, looking away and gesturing and talking into the misty background.
They looked up, and smiled in welcome.
"Harry, darling"
"- son how are you-"
"G'day Harry"
"My dear boy –"
Sirius turned around at the voices and shot Harry an exasperated look.
"Women!" he muttered. Harry looked up, stunned, Sirius didn't have a girlfriend or wife that he had heard of during his short life.
Sirius sat on the ground just in front of Harry, grinning at him.
"You can't see her until you know a bit about her, so I'll tell you our story."
Our story? Now Harry was really confused – who was he talking about – what was he talking about?
"Sit down Harry, it's a long one."
Harry complied and sat on the cold, leafy forest ground.
"Well," Sirius started, "It all began on our first Hogwarts train departure."
