James ran forwards and, using his seeker skills, he grabbed onto Harry's arm. Harry looked up, wondering why his death had been postponed.

"Just let me go." Harry said calmly, as though he was speaking about the weather.

"No! You are my son. I died trying to protect you once. I am prepared to do so once again." James replied, keeping a vice like grip on Harry's arm. "Sirius, help me lift him back up."

Sirius rushed forward and grabbed Harry's other arm. Together, they managed to lift Harry back up over the railings and onto the cold, stone floor. Harry looked at James, tears streaming down his pale face. He looked guilty and depressed. James knelt on the floor and hugged his crying son. Soon after a sobbing Lily joined the hug. The newly reunited family sat on the stone floor, all sobbing and holding each other for comfort.

Sirius and Dumbledore just stood, watching the family, with a mixture of happy and sad tears pouring down their face, to match the emotions flowing through them. They were happy that the family was finally reunited, but sad and alarmed that Harry had just tried to kill himself. Sirius and Dumbledore looked at each other, a small sad smile on their lips. They both looked back at the small family.

"Why, son? Why?" James sobbed, clutching Harry as a lifeline.

Harry just cried even harder and hugged his parents even tighter. He was tired and sad, but he never wanted to leave his parents again. He knew that if he lost his parents once more, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Harry began to choke out apologies, his breath hitching as he did so. His parents dismissed the apologies. All they wanted was for Harry to be protected from the world... and himself.

"Sweetie, you need rest. We'll take you to Gryffindor tower, where you can sleep. We'll talk about this when you wake." Lily said, her voice thick with emotion.

Harry nodded and allowed himself to be lead to Gryffindor tower, where he slumped onto a bed, falling asleep instantly. Sirius, Lily, James and Dumbledore looked at each other sadly, before Dumbledore broke the silence.

"I need to speak with Minerva, so whilst I am there would you like me to tell Remus to come up her? If I keep it a secret that you are alive and just tell him that Harry needs watching over?"

"Yes, please." James, Sirius and Lily replied in a whisper.

Dumbledore nodded and left the room. The three of them turned their heads to look at Harry. It was heartbreaking how damaged he was and the three of them were determined to help him recover. They each conjured up a chair, placed it to face Harry's bed ans sat on it, until...

"Who the hell are you?" The voice growled.

The three of them spun round to face Moony. They saw his face lighten up a bit, then darken again. Remus drew his wand and pointed it at the three.

"Prove to me you are who you look like." He spat.

"We buried a time capsule at Hogwarts." James and Sirius said together.

Remus squinted and moved his wand line to Lily.

"Harry's first word was 'Prongsy'."

Remus stared wide-eyed at the three of them for a few seconds before running and enveloping James, Lily and Sirius in a tight hug, which they all returned. Once the four, newly reunited, friends broke apart Remus' attention turned to the sleeping figure.

"I would've thought that Harry would be up and talking to you." Remus said with curiosity.

"He's not well." James replied. "Physically and mentally."

"What do you mean?" Remus asked his voice now full of concern.

"He tried to c-commit su-suicide." Lily replied, beginning to cry.

Remus was lost for words. He wordlessly looked from mother to son several times, trying to come to terms with what Harry had tried to do. He knew that the Weasleys could help him and the Potters come to terms with what happened and help Harry rebuild his life.

"What if I tell the Weasleys?" Remus asked.

Lily and James' heads snapped up and they looked him in the eye. "Harry knows the Weasleys?" They both asked.

"Yeah, Ron has been his best mate since first year and Ginny and Harry seem to have a special bond." Sirius replied with a little smile.

"Harry and Ginny got together last year and Molly has been a mother figure to Harry." Remus told the two parents.

"Who looked after my baby?" Lily asked.

There was a thick silence, where Sirius and Remus looked at the ground, finally Remus spoke.

"I'll go get the Weasleys." He said before running out of the room.

"Sirius." James said in a warning tone.

Sirius sighed and looked at Lily in sorrow. "I'm sorry, he lived with the Dursleys."

Lily swore and turned to Sirius in anger. "And why didn't he live with you?" She asked loudly.

"Sh, don't wake Harry." Sirius said pressing his finger to his lips. "And I was locked up in Azkaban for your, Peter Pettigrews and twelve muggles' deaths."

"What?!" James whisper shouted.

"I didn't really kill them all but the ministry thought I did." Sirius explained.

The two nodded in understanding and smiled sadly in sympathy. The door opened and in came nine red heads and a bushy haired girl, who all stopped dead at the sight of the three.

"Lily? James? Sirius?" Molly asked, he eyes as wide as saucers.

"Hey Molly." James replied. "Missed me?"

Molly just sniffed and ran up to James, Sirius and Lily and hugged the three. Once she let go she turned to Sirius and whacked him round the head.

"What was that for?" Sirius asked, rubbing his head.

"We told you to stay at Grimmauld. Harry was distraught when you died, he became depressed. Smashed up Dumbledore's office the night you died. He even used an unforgivable curse." Molly explained he eyes becoming watery.

"He what?" Sirius asked in shock.

"Yep. It didn't work though, his soul is too pure." Arthur said with a smile.

Lily nodded and then looked sadly at her son. Molly saw her expression and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Harry's been through a great deal." She explained. "We're not sure how he has managed to live through all he has done, but somehow he has."

"He nearly didn't." Lily said quietly. "Three hours ago he tried to commit suicide."

"He what?!" All the Weasley's chorused and the girl with bushy hair, apart from the teenage Weasley girl, who burst into tears.

"Ginny, is that really you?" Lily asked. The girl nodded and flung herself into Lily's arms.

Lily was slightly surprised but she brushed this off and hugged Ginny to her. Whispering soothing words to her. "I know this is hard for you, after you two being together, but Harry needs us all to be strong for him. If we are here for him, and if we help him get through this, he will get better."

Ginny nodded and let go of Lily. She looked into Lily's eyes and murmured. "He really does have your eyes."

"Harry Potter." A voice hissed at him. "All your fault."

Harry shook his head to get rid of the voice. Surely it was wrong.

"All those lives." The voice hissed louder. "All those lives lost because of you. They never came back to life. All a dream."

"All a dream." The voice echoed.

"No! Not my fault!"

"Yes, all your fault." The voice hissed and a face faded into view.

The face was white, the eyes were red and there were slits for a nose. It was Voldemort.

"Not you! You died! I killed you!"

"No you didn't. I killed the Weasleys, Granger and the rest of your friends because of you, you are alone."

The memories came flooding back to him. The deaths, the screams for mercy and his friends begging him to save them but he never did. Harry screamed and cried, it was all he could do. The worst was the death of his lover, Ginny. She screamed in agony, until that green jet of light flew at her. She died instantly.

"Harry! Wake up Harry!"

The voice intruded the memory's, making them pause before Molly Weasley died. He looked around for this new voice. It was much gentler and kinder.

"Harry, it's alright. You're safe."

Harry screamed once more and his whole body lurched in pain. He felt something nudge him and the pain vanished.

Harry was suddenly aware that he was lying in a bed. Someone was gripping his hands and he could hear murmuring around him. Harry opened his eyes and instantly felt bile rising in his throat. Harry sat upright and threw up.

"Harry sweetie. Are you alright?"

Harry looked up at his mother, he shrugged and gasped out in pain as he did so.

"No, I don't like this." James said, worry etched in his face. "I'm taking him to the hospital."

"I'll help." Bill offered, walking to Harry's side.

Together they half carried Harry to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey was treating several other patients. She watched as Bill Weasley and... she gasped as the realisation hit her. James and Lily Potter were alive once more. But not everything seemed amazing for the small family, as she saw that Bill and James were supporting a half conscious Harry as they walked towards her. Harry looked deathly pale, huge purple bags hung under his eyes and his eyelids were half closed; but Poppy took it as a good sign that he could remain standing, even though it was with support.

Poppy shook her head. Would the Potter family ever have a relaxing life?