A/N: Firstly, I wanna thank everyone for all the follows/favourites! It really means SO much to me and is what encouraged me to write up this chapter during my history lesson and completely zone out my teacher's lecture.

Also, a big shoutout to TheBlackMage21 – my first reviewer!

Without further ado; here's Chapter 2! (involuntary rhyme!)

Previously:

"Well then, who are you?" Harry asked, unable to contain his curiosity and annoyance any longer.

The woman shifted a little as her husband reached up to pull off his hood. She mirrored his actions but kept her bright green eyes locked on Harry's as he gave an involuntary gasp at finally seeing the faces of the hooded couple.

"Harry," she whispered. "We're your parents."

Harry stared at the woman, completely unaware of his mouth hanging open and staring at the hesitating couple in front of them. Without another conscious thought he had stunned them both, tied them with ropes and levitated them. He glanced back at his parents' graves – or well, what technically were their graves. He did not want to give himself the hope that maybe, just maybe, the stunned couple in front of him really were his parents and not some trap or sick joke. But no, he wouldn't let the emotions numb his months of brutal training. The threat of Voldemort may be over, but the Death Eaters were still at large and Harry was the number one target on almost any hit-list they may have.

He quickly mirrored the man's movements from a few moments earlier (moments, really? It had felt like a whole lifetime since he saw the man do this) and lay his own bouquet of white roses next to the couple's on the grave. Harry then grabbed the ropes tying the two couples together, looked around his surroundings to make sure there were no muggles passing by or staring at the levitating couple, and apparated to the Hogsmeade road. He was hoping, against all hope, that Dumbledore's portrait in the Headmaster's Office would be awake, and have the answers that it always did.

He pulled out the invisibility cloak from his pocket and flung it over his parents (was he already referring to them as such?) so that no one passing by would see the supposedly dead Lily and James Potter being levitated by their son. Harry couldn't help shake his head and muse at the situations he always landed himself into. From the time when he'd trapped his cousin Dudley in the snake's cage at the zoo, to escaping Gringotts on a dragon – nothing about Harry said normal.

He trudged up the path to Hogwarts, tapping his wand at the lock to open it – only certain people had been given the privilege to access Hogwarts at all times – and made his way past Hagrid's hut, through the front gate. It was just past 8 and most students were making their way out of the Great Hall to their respective common rooms.

"Mr. Harry Potter, sir!" a high-pitched voice sounded behind him. Grudgingly Harry slowed down from his haste walk to the Office and turned around, offering a quick smile to the little girl.

"Yes, Ms. Gardens?" Harry inquired, looking down at the 13 year old girl who always seemed so interested in the Battle of Hogwarts, in the Wizarding Wars, in…well, everything Harry had to say when he came to Hogwarts to give his Defence Against the Dark Arts lectures.

"I, well, um.." she mumbled, faltering under Harry's stern gaze. "I was just wondering when you'd be coming again? See, I have some questions abou-"

"I'm not sure, Ms. Gardens. But I'll answer your questions when I come next. I'll see you then," Harry did not have the time to deal with kids right now. His should-be dead parents were invisibly levitating behind him and he needed to get them to McGonagall's office before they became conscious again.

Using his vast knowledge of secret passages (all thanks to the Marauders) Harry managed to reach the large stone gargoyle in less than 5 minutes. "Albus Percival" Harry muttered, eyeing the gargoyle warily as it jumped aside to reveal the hidden staircase behind. McGonagall had finally gotten around to changing the passwords to be more than names of sweets, though she still had her moments when the password would suddenly become "Cockroach Clusters" or "Chocolate Frogs" (Ron mused that maybe it were her hormones taking place – he had even tried to calculate to prove she did this only once a month, "her time of month!" he'd said. Hermione had bashed the idea completely, saying McGonagall was old enough to have hit her menopause). A small smile graced his frowning features at the thought of Ron and Hermione's love-sick feuds.

Harry knocked sharply on the door and entered once he heard the voices inside stop and McGonagall say "Enter". He took off the Invisibility Cloak from his parents bodies and levitated them inside first. Just as he was closing the door behind him, he heard McGonagall's gasp at realising who the bodies belonged to.

"Harry…what is the meaning of this? Who are they?" she demanded, eyeing the bodies as Harry positioned their limp bodies to sit on the chairs and the ropes bound them to the chairs. He checked their pockets for their wands, not uttering a single reply to McGonagall's question. Once he was sure they were clean, he turned around and, with a stone-cold glare, muttered, "My parents…apparently."

His eyes scanned past McGonagall's seat to look at the massive portrait behind her. His blue eyes twinkled as they curiously surveyed the scene unfolding in front of him. His glasses were perched precariously atop his crooked nose and he offered Harry a small smile before voicing out everyone's main concern, "Harry, my boy, but Lily and James died. You know that!"

"Which is why I brought them here," he nodded to Dumbledore before turning to McGonagall, "Professor, I was hoping you had some Veritaserum? I think extreme measures call for a situation like this."

"Back shelf, second drawer to the right, Harry," she muttered, still glancing between Dumbledore, Harry and the bodies of James and Lily Potter casually slumped on her plush chairs.

Harry carefully took out the clear potion, uncorked it and tipped it into both James and Lily's mouth. He corked the tiny vial back, set it atop one of the many stools and with a quick wave of his wand and an indistinct mutter of "Rennervate", he revived the stunned couple on the chairs.

Only now, once he knew he was going to finally get his answers – truthfully, too – did he take a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him. He looked at the woman first – his mother, he quickly corrected his thoughts –taking in her bright red hair that flowed past her shoulder and down her back, her shining green eyes that really were exactly like his own but were currently glazed over as the Veritaserum took over, the freckles that were randomly yet beautifully spread around her face; she was, in other words, perfect.

His gaze then moved on to land on his father; it was similar to looking at a mirror that had been bewitched to show the viewer's aged face. But he was still handsome; any person could have seen that. His face showed whatever stress he had been living through but his hair was still that untidy black mop that stood up all over and his hazel eyes – also glazed – were soft and welcoming.

Harry bit down this bottom lip to stop the tears threatening his eyes for a second time that night. Was this what he had been missing all along? He couldn't wait to tell Sirius and Remus! They would be over the moon, he knew. He couldn't wait to experience life with the Marauders. He couldn't wait to experience how his life should have played out rather than it did. It was like someone had finally taken pity on the great Harry Potter, and was rewarding him with his greatest desire; his family.

He shook these thoughts out of his head. For all he knew, the first words out of either of their lips could be "I'm an imposter." He couldn't let himself hope just to tumble back down to reality, more scarred and bruised than before. No, he wouldn't think of any of this till he had his answers.

"Can you hear me?" McGonagall's stern voice broke through his thoughts.

"Yes," was James' reply.

"Who are you two?"

"My name is James Potter and this is my wife, Lily Potter."

"Are you aware that you're supposed to be dead?" Harry harshly demanded, wondering whether the Veritaserum had not been concocted properly, had not worked perhaps.

"Yes."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"We never died," Lily murmured quietly. This was the first time Harry was hearing her voice since her ground-shaking revelation at the cemetery. He finally took the time to appreciate how soft and vulnerable it was, how it spoke of love, affection, care, and most importantly, how it reminded him of lullabies, laughter and home – memories he wasn't even aware of having.

Harry's voice trembled as he finally found his Gryffindor courage to ask the question on everyone's mind, "What really happened that night in Godric's Hollow 20 years ago?"

A/N: Thanks once again! I hope you guys take the time to leave a little review. Plus, I need your help deciding where the story should head on from here; what kinda stuff do you wanna see? Quidditch? Death Eater Attacks? Some family/friends love? I have the next 2-3 chapters planned out but I would love to continue the story a bit further than that! So leave me your ideas! Thanks! =)