Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Hello again! Thanks to all of the reviews, you made me so happy! Anyway, sorry for all of the spelling mistakes in the last chapter, I didn't go and reread it before I posted it, so there are some mistakes. I'll fix them sometime if I get the time. Which means that I'll try to fix them, but won't for a while because I barely ever have time to do anything, let alone write. Now, on with the story!
Returning of the Parents
By: AutumnBreeze12
Chapter 2
Lily couldn't help it. She knew that she shouldn't be worrying so much about how Harry will react, but she really couldn't help it. This was her son and she hasn't even met him! That hadn't been her fault, that had been Voldemort's fault. She still couldn't believe that he was fifteen years old; it seemed like yesterday that she had held him in her arms singing lullabies. She kept pacing, and she knew that James was getting annoyed with her restlessness, but she couldn't sit down.
"Calm down," said James for what must have been the hundredth time. He was getting annoyed with her, you could tell by the tone of his voice.
"I can't. This is our boy! I don't see how you can just sit around and wait like it's nothing! What if he doesn't like us? What if he never trusts us? What if-," started Lily but James interrupted her.
"There is a lot of what ifs, but if you don't calm down then some of those questions may be answers like 'he won't trust us' or 'he doesn't like us'. He'll never be able to take to you if you're so nervous like this," said James smoothly. Lily stared at him for a moment.
"When did you get so smart?" asked Lily.
"What are you talking about? I've been very smart, thank you so much for noticing. I just don't like to draw attention to that fact," James replied. They both sat in silence for a few more seconds (or in Lily's case, paced in silence) before Lily spoke again.
"I'm just worried about what he'll think of me," said Lily. "I mean, what if he blames us for dieing and leaving him at the Dursleys?"
"I don't have all the answers, Lily. But by the way that Sirius and the others were talking about him you would think that he was God. I don't think that he's that bad," answered James. Lily still wasn't convinced. What would happen if Harry did blame them for leaving him? She knew by the way everyone talked about him that that wasn't what would happen, but what if it did happen? She couldn't help but worry.
She sat down next to James. She began wondering what Harry would be like. Would he be nice or mean? Handsome or ugly? Sirius said that Harry looked like James with Lily's eyes, but how did they know that Sirius wasn't lying? It was hard to think of their baby fifteen years old. Lily couldn't quite get over the fact that they had been dead yet. This was going to be a long day.
Harry wasn't having a good day. His relatives, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, kept him on chores all day. So far he had cut the lawn, weeded the garden, cleaned the kitchen floors, made both breakfast and lunch, washed Uncle Vernon's car, and did some of Dudley's laundry, but he got out of that because of the fact that he was so disgusted by the smell that he ended up puking. He didn't see how the day could possibly get any worse, until he found out that Dudley was going to have over some friends, or more like Dudley was going to have over his gang. They might be able to fool Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, but everyone else knows that they were beating people up and stealing things.
Not only was Dudley going to have his friends over, but also because Aunt Petunia thought them to be angels, she was going out with Uncle Vernon to some meeting while leaving Dudley and his friends home alone. Or alone with Harry. Harry knew that this fact would cause trouble by the way Dudley smirked at Harry when Uncle Vernon told them this. Harry was dreading the evening when he would be alone, with no help, with Dudley and his 'friends'.
It seemed that the evening seemed to want to come though, because after what seemed like minutes Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were saying bye to Dudley and his friends. As they were walking out of the door Harry took this as his warning to leave to go to his room and look the door behind him. It really was too bad that the door didn't have a lock though, except for the ones on the outside.
Harry went up to his room as quickly as he could when they left. Since he didn't have a lock on his door, he dragged his trunk in front of it to hold off Dudley when he decided to come to beat him up. After a while Harry was beginning to grow suspicious of the lack of screaming and pounding on his door. He thought that they would have attacked him by now. Harry soon began to fall asleep.
Remus Lupin was not a happy man at the moment. Not at all. He was going to retrieve Harry when he found his cousin and other people in their house planning on hurting Harry. But let's start at the beginning.
Remus, Moody, a girl named Tonks, and a whole ton of other order members were getting ready to pick up Harry. Lily and James were in the other room pacing out of nerves, because the time had come to bring Harry here. They were about to depart when they discovered that Harry wasn't alone in the house, and that Dudley and some of his friends were there. They had counted on Harry being alone and hadn't expected his cousin to still be there. In the end they had decided to go anyway.
When they got to the house they had gone cautiously inside and found that Dudley and his supposed 'friends' were planning on hurting Harry. Remus didn't want to think about some of the things that they were planning to do to him. So they ended up knocking out them all. After they had been sure that they were all unconscious they had headed upstairs. They were in front of Harry's door right now. And Remus wasn't happy with what he saw.
What he saw was a very battered door that had several locks on it. Not only that, but it had a flap on the bottom that something like a dog could get into. Remus supposed that was where Harry got his food from, but what really bothered him was that he, being a werewolf, could feel emotion better than anyone, and this door radiated misery.
He shook himself out of his thoughts and gave the door a small knock. After no response, he knocked a little louder and called through the door, "Harry, it's me, Remus, we've come to take you away from here,"
After waiting a few seconds he glanced at the members with a worried expression. They all just shrugged back. Remus was about to knock again but the door opened. Harry stood in the doorway, looking a little confused but happy to see them.
"What took you so long to get the door?" asked Moody gruffly. He was staring at Harry suspiciously.
"What are you guys doing here?" asked Harry, completely ignoring Moody's question.
"We're here to take you to… a different place. I can't say here, it would be too dangerous. Why don't you pack up and we'll take you there," answered Remus. Harry looked around at all of the other members and Remus quickly introduced them. "We'll be downstairs," said Remus.
"Right," said Harry as he disappeared into his room. Remus and the others went downstairs. Remus began to write a letter to his Aunt and Uncle telling them where Harry was. He probably should have written it before he came here, but he hadn't thought of it. He waited about ten minutes for Harry to come down and when he heard him on the stairs he went to go help him.
Before long they were on their brooms headed towards number twelve, Grimuald place. Remus had decided to let Sirius tell Harry that his parents were back, and Lily and James had agreed that they could wait until they got back with Harry for Sirius to tell him. They had said that they could wait a little longer.
Harry looked around his room carefully. He was sharing it with Ron, as usual, and he couldn't wait for the meeting to be over, Sirius had told him that he had wanted to talk to him about something. The way he had said it was so unSirius-like that Harry knew it was something important. He had gotten hungry from the journey over too, so he really couldn't wait to taste Mrs. Weasley's meals either.
It was around midnight right now, and Ron said that the meeting should be over soon. They had tried to listen in on their conversations, but found that they couldn't because of a charm placed on the door by Mrs. Weasley. So all Harry had to do right now was pace. Which he did. Ron watched him walk around the room with bored eyes.
"You know, your pacing is getting a little annoying," he commented.
"It's just that Sirius said that he had something really important to tell me, and the way he said it you could tell that something was up," said Harry without pausing in his quest to burn a hole in the floor.
"Believe me, it is big news," muttered Ron, more to himself than Harry.
"You know what it is?" asked Harry, whipping around to face Ron.
"Maybe," answered Ron. At the look on Harry's face he said, "It's for Sirius to tell you, not me,"
"Can't you give me a hint?" asked Harry.
"No, because then you'll figure it out somehow," said Ron. He began to flip through one of Harry's books, now ignoring all of the questions that Harry was firing at him. Sirius came in the room at that moment.
"Molly says to tell you that the meeting is over and that you are to come down to the kitchen right away," said Sirius. "Harry, I need to talk to you first," Harry watched as Ron walked out of the room and turned to Sirius.
"What do you need to talk to me about?" asked Harry.
"Now Harry, I know that you'll find this hard to believe, but somehow your parents came back to life," said Sirius. Harry stared for a moment.
"You are joking, right?" asked Harry. He looked at his godfather's face and knew it to be true, just by the way he was looking at him, but should he believe it? After all of this time without anyone to take care of him, would he have his parents back?
"I'm not joking Harry, I'm dead serious," he said. "Okay, bad pun, I know, but they are truly alive. They're downstairs right now," Harry stared at him for a few more minutes, before theedges ofhis vision began to go black and hefainted.
Everyone was silent in the kitchen. They were waiting for Sirius to come and tell them that it was okay to come and meet Harry now. James was jumping at every little noise, and was twitchy. Lily was worse next to him; she has holding his shoulder so hard that he knew it was going to be a bruise after this. Sirius walked in, shutting the door quietly behind him.
"You're going to have to wait a little longer to see him, I'm afraid," he told them.
"Why?" asked Lily breathlessly.
"Because when I told him, and finally convinced him, he fainted. He's out cold right now. I think that the shock was too much right now," said Sirius smiling.
"He's knocked out?" asked Fred.
"Yeah. And it doesn't look like he's about to wake up anytime soon. I think that meeting him will have to wait till morning," answered Sirius. Lily sighed next to him and loosened her grip on his arm a little.
"Are you sure that you can't wake him up?" asked James.
"I don't think that we should. It would be hard to wake him up anyway. He hit his head hard on the floor," said Sirius. "I wasn't in time to save him from bashing his head on the floor,"
"Meaning that you didn't even bother trying to get to him on time," said George.
"Hey! I tried to get to him… I just failed," said Sirius. The table snickered and began to eat more quickly, as though some tension had been removed. Actually, some tension had been removed with everyone waiting for Sirius. Lily sighed next to him again and began t eat faster. James knew what she was going to do; she was going to visit Harry while he was sleeping. He knew this because it was the same thing that he was going to do, whether everyone liked it or not. Unfortunately, Remus seemed to figure out their plan.
"You two will not go and see Harry while he's sleeping. What if he wakes up? It would give him quite the shock to find you two leaning over him," said Remus.
"Well, if Sirius had told him that we were alive, then he wouldn't be surprised, would he?" asked James.
"Yeah, but it might take a few seconds for him to remember, a few seconds in which he could pass out again," pointed out Remus.
"Yeah Jamesie, if he's anything like you then he'll take a few seconds to remember. I mean, remember that one time in first year you thought that you were still at our house and hugged Remus because you thought he was your mother?" said Sirius.
"I never did anything like that!" protested James while the whole table exploded into laughter.
"I remember it," said Remus. "I also remember a time when you thought Sirius was your mom, and kissed him on the nose,"
"I don't remember that either!" shouted James over the laughter.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I remember that too. Although I don't think that I look like his mother at all," said Sirius.
"Yeah, but he didn't have his glasses on, and we all know that Jamesie is pretty much blind without his glasses," said Remus.
"I'm not blind without my glasses, and stop calling me Jamesie!" roared James over the laughter.
"And don't get me started on Sirius," said Remus. "Believe me, he was worse than James! Once it took me all morning just to make him wake up! And then I had to drag him out of bed so he wouldn't be late for class," said Remus.
"Yeah, you could never get him up. I remember that we successfully got make up all over his face one night, and the next morning he didn't take a shower and went down to breakfast like that! It was hilarious!" said James. The table was howling with laughter, and Ron had been reduced to tears.
"I remember that too. I was down at breakfast when you guys came in and you guys were laughing, and Sirius couldn't figure out why," said Lily. "When you found out you were livid! I remember that you ended up chasing them all over the castle,"
"Yeah, you should have seen your face when you found out! I wish I had gotten a picture,now wewould be able to laugh at it even harder now," said James. They spent the night reliving memories, and when it was time to go to bed, James and Lily went eagerly, wanting it to be the next day so they could meet their son, Harry, at last.
His head was aching. And when he said aching, he meant that it was really aching. That was the first feeling he had when he woke up. He tries to recall why, and gradually it came to him. When he remembered the conversation that he had had with Sirius the night before, he shot up in his bed. Ron, who had been pulling his socks on, looked up at him.
"I'll tell them that you're awake," said Ron. "You can't just go down into the kitchen and meet them, it should be private,"
"Yeah, you do that," said Harry quickly. He began to change as quickly as he could. He couldn't wait to meet his parents, I mean, how could he not? He hadn't seen them since he was one year old! He watched as Ron went out of the room to go tell them that he was ready to see them. That he was ready to see his parents for the first time in fourteen years.
James entered the kitchen yawning. He had had a hard time sleeping last night, he had kept tossing and turning because he was worried about how Harry would react when he would see them. He was eating breakfast as calmly as he could when Lily came in. She was trying to look composed, and was failing miserably. It was obvious that she was nervous. He really didn't blame her, he was really nervous too.
He wasn't sure what they were waiting for, but he wasn't sure what to do. They sat at the table drinking coffee and eating breakfast. After a while people began to trickle in. It seemed like they were waiting forever for someone to tell them that they could go and see Harry now, but in reality it had only been about a half hour.
Then Ron came in. He looked at James and Lily and said, "He's upstairs right now. You can go and see him, he's waiting for you," James looked at Lily. She gave a small nod and got up. James got up too. The whole table had gone silent, and they all watched as James and Lily exited the kitchen.
They walked slowly up to his room. Then James gave a short knock, and entered.
(A/N: I thought about ending it here, but I'm not that evil!)
Harry looked up when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. The door seemed to slowly open and then two people walked in. His parents.
They stared at each other for a moment, before Lily launched herself at Harry and captured him in a hug. Whatever Harry had been expecting, it hadn't been this. After a few seconds, Harry awkwardly returned her hug. Lily started to sob into his shoulder, and James pulled her off of him.
"Now, Lily, don't suffocate him," he said softly.
"I can't help it!" wailed Lily.
Harry, who watched this with surprise, was somehow able to stammer out, "I don't mind," As soon as he said that Lily was hugging him again. She held onto him as though he was a lifeline. James, who was unable to contain himself, joined the hugging too. They stayed like that for a few minutes, only listening to Lily's sobbing.
They broke apart slowly, and when they did Lily said, "You have to tell us about everything that you've done so far in your life, and I want to know how my sister treated you, and I want to know everything about you,"
"Sirius told you that I lived with them?" asked Harry slowly. He was having a hard time not crying. As it was, there were a few silent tears going down James' face.
"Yeah he told us what had happened with Peter. We intend to get that sorted out as quickly as possible. But that's pretty much all he told us, because he said that you should tell us everything instead of him. He said that you would be better at it because you know the details. Oh, and he let slip that you fought a dragon. What were you doing fighting a dragon?" asked James.
"Well, that wasn't my fault. We have a lot to talk about," said Harry. "I'll tell you about that later though,"
"We want to know everything, including your favorite color to Hogwarts," said James.
"I'll tell you everything later. It'll take hours to go over now, and to tell you the truth, I'm hungry," said Harry, smiling. James and Lily smiled back, feeling very, very happy.
"They're back?" Voldemort hissed at Wormtail.
"Yes, my lord, that's what he says," said Wormtail in a trembling voice.
"But how?" asked Voldemort.
"They-they don't know yet, my lord," stammered Wormtail.
"They can't be back!" snarled Voldemort. All Wormtail did was whimper. In truth, he was happy that his friend was back, but he wasn't about to tell Voldemort that. That fact would probably get him killed.
"Of course it would be them who would come back, of course. But how? I need to know how!" said Voldemort, more to himself than Wormtail. "Wormtail, you will make it your top most priority to find out how this has happened!"
"Of course, my lord,"
"Not only that, but I want them captured and brought to me. I will not stand having James and Lily Potter alive!"
A/N: So how was it? Please review! I know that it was a short chapter, but don't complain, because it's really late at night right now and I need to get some sleep. Please review!
