Yes, I am aware that James and Lily died age 21. Shhhh.

Chapter Two.

He pushed the door open, and grinned at the now familiar appearance of Mad-Eye Moody's voice as he entered.

"I didn't kill you." Harry said, a sad smile on his lips as the figure that had spoken disappeared, and he walked down the corridor to the room at the end, where he heard voices. Pushing the door open, he found fewer there than he had expected. 5 year old Ted Lupin was sat with his mother at the table - she was showing him photo albums from years past. Harry saw the pictures of him that were there - he was, after all, the boy's godfather.

"Er…where is everyone?" Harry asked, looking around, slightly bewildered. His mum turned around fron where she had been stood at the kitchen counter, smiling lightly.

"Your father and Sirius are in the garden. Discussing what they believe are secret plans…"

"So not secret at all." Harry laughed.

"Remus has gone out already." Tonks said softly.

"Ah - I forgot it was tonight!" Harry exclaimed. "Any ideas-"

"Nope." She answered him before he had a chance to finish the question. "Ginny's gone to Ron and Hermione's for the afternoon." she glanced at the clock - It was extremely similar to the one that hung in Mr and Mrs Weasley's kitchen, in that it had a hand for each person constantly living in the house, yet the difference was that there was no 'mortal peril' option. There hadn't been even when it had been given to Harry and Ginny as a wedding gift four years ago. He hadn't thought to check if the one in the Weasley's house had removed the option or not. "As a matter of fact, she should be back soon."

"Alright." Harry looked out of the window through the gap between the two women's heads, before leaving the room to go to the back door, and out into the garden. It hadn't been here before, so it was clearly a new addition, perhaps conjured by the three marauders. From around the back of the houses at Grimmauld place, it seemed as though there were not enough room for a garden this size - if Harry didn't know better, he'd have thought it was a figment of his imagination, but having lived amongst wizards for over half of his life now, he knew it had been placed there using the same charm Mr Weasley used to make his old Ford Anglia larger on the outside than in.

Sirius and James, seeing Harry open the door, got up from where they had been sat at the garden table, rushing towards him.

"How did it go?" Sirius asked, urgently. He looked much younger than he had when he had been first living, all those years ago - even now, he did not look much older than James. It appeared that through death, both he and Lupin had been restored to the youth that had been living in James' skin - the three of them were the same age - yet they were only 25. Now that they were technically alive, they would age the same as a normal being. Harry had resurrected them four years ago, just before he and Ginny got married.

"Fine…she's going to talk to Lucius and see if he knows anything. I'm sure I'm missing something…" He frowned slightly, and he also was forced to squint his eyes fractionally. Although he and his father were much alike, Harry had not quite matched his father in height, and the sun was glaring into his eyes through the same circular glasses he had worn for years as he looked up at his dad.

"And what about…the other thing…" he said this quietly, for a reason Harry didn't understand. It appeared that James had not told Sirius about Harry's concern regarding Azkaban, yet it seemed strange to mention it when he was stood right next to him.

"Well, she said she would…but I still think maybe it would be better if there was someone else…"

"There is no one else." His dad said shortly. "Narcissa was more or less neutral through the whole thing. She was only a supporter of Voldemort because he was staying in their house." he pushed his own circular glasses up his nose where they had slid down. "She-"

"I know, she saved my life. But it was in return for my saving Draco…so what if-"

"She's not as black as she's painted."

Sirius laughed at this, but it wasn't a laugh to encourage contradiction to what James had said. "Anyway…we'd best be off out, Harry."

"Can't keep Moony waiting too long, he'll end up eating himself."

"You guys are unbelievable. I can't believe you still run around with him at-" he stopped talking as they were grinning at him. "What?" he stepped towards them out into the garden.

"Y'know, Prongs." Sirius said, thoughtfully. "I think your son's letting us down a bit here."

"You're not gonna Levicorpus me, are you?" Harry laughed slightly.

"Nah, that's for spec….ah. Well, still. No."

"Harry…come with us a minute." James and Sirius stepped past him into the house, and Harry followed as they led him through the house, up staircases before ending up in Sirius' room, James closing the door behind them.

"This normally takes years. But we've been working on this" Sirius had been rustling through his drawers, before producing a glass bottle, the sort usually associated with potions. "Bottled Animagus." he grinned.

Harry snorted. "Surely someone would have done it before if it was possible…"

"Harry, you forget that your Mum was the best at potions in our year - eventually the school in seventh year, obviously. Probably the world! Except for the obvious exception." James said, a strange glint in his eye when the subject of Snape was met again.

Harry took the bottle from Sirius, looking at the swirling contents it contained.

"Okay, you have to drink the whole lot."

Harry nodded, before gingerly uncorking the bottle, watching as a silver spiral rose from the top. He then put the bottle opening to his lips, where he drank down the potion.

Sirius and James watched him for a moment, as if waiting for something to happen.

"Try thinking." James said.

"I am bloody-"

"No, I mean. Think about wanting to transform."

A small frown creased Harry's forehead as he tried to think. He had a strange feeling as if this would be similar to Occlumency, and that he simply wouldn't manage it.

When nothing happened, James went to the door, opening it a crack.

"Lil! It's not working!" He called out.

"Throw him down the stairs!" Harry heard his mum call back up.

"I'll jump!" he said hastily.

"It wont work. 'You're a wizard, Harry'" his father said, almost mirroring Hagrid's voice as he said it. "You'll just land on your feet. Padfoot…you do it. I don't want to be responsible for my son's death." He grinned at Sirius, who laughed. Harry walked out onto the landing, Sirius standing just behind him, at his shoulder.

"Ready?" he asked Harry.

"N-" was all that he managed, before he was shoved hard on his back. He felt himself falling forwards, but instead of landing and bouncing down the stairs on his head, he felt his body transforming, and soon he was swooping through the air.

"Blimey!" Harry heard his father exclaim, before he flew back up to the top of the stairs, landing on the floor before turning back into himself. "Nomad."