All I Truly Believe
2. Story telling
James nodded.
"Well it all started back when Voldemort found us. Without warning he barged into the house, I, trying to save both Lily's and Harry's lives tried to hold him off and yelled at Lily to run and protect Harry."
He took a long deep sigh before he continued.
"Our fight didn't last long, he shot a killing curse at me, which missed me by millimeters. But it did throw me to the ground and knocked me unconscious. After I woke, I went straight to Harry's room to find Harry asleep in his cot and Lily dead on the floor. At that moment, I could hear someone coming. First, I was going to yell out for help, but an idea struck me. I fell to the ground and acted dead. Daring to look, I opened my eyes and saw Hagrid walking away, Harry in his arms. There was also a familiar sound of Sirius's motorbike. Sirius then entered the house took one look at Lily and I and ran for it. After I made sure no one else would enter the house, I carried Lily out of there and ran."
James stopped again when he noticed Dumbledore was eager to ask some questions.
"So that's why your's and Lily's bodies went missing," said Dumbledore nodding lost in thought.
"So what happened then?" asked Harry, he wanted to know the whole story before he could trust James, if it really was him.
"I took Lily's body to the lake," answered James, "Making sure I wasn't seen. I luckily wasn't seen, I was confronted instead."
"Confronted?" Harry asked, "By whom?"
"None other then your godfather, my best mate, Sirius Black."
"Sirius?" cut in Harry, "How come he never told me?"
"He promised me never to tell anyone not even you Harry."
"Ah, I see your plan now," interrupted Dumbledore, "You faked your own death, so if everyone thought you dead so would Voldemort, a wise plan."
"And it worked, everyone already believed me dead. Anyway, Sirius helped me bury Lily and told me the trouble he was facing. So we left together me as a stag, Sirius as a dog. No one knew of us until one day we found Wormtail, in other words Peter Pettigrew. Sirius wanting to take revenge on Peter for Lily's death, tried to kill Peter. He completely destroyed his cover and was arrested. From then on I wondered through many muggle forests only worrying about muggle hunters. It wasn't until last week did I run into someone I'd never expected to see. Dumbledore. He recognized me and now we're here." James leant back on his chair.
Harry still didn't trust this guy, was it really…him.
Harry tried to think of a question only the real James could answer, but he had never known him long enough to think of one.
Even if it was the real James, Harry wasn't happy about seeing him again. In his dreams he had always wanted to have his parents, but knowing his father was alive the whole time sickened him.
Harry shook his head and screwed his face up in disgust.
"Harry what's wrong?" asked James sitting back up.
"You," answered Harry shaking his head, "You that's what's wrong! After all the years I blamed myself for your death, after all the danger I was in you never came to protect me! That's all I wanted! Someone who was always there for me! But that's your problem! You never cared for anyone, but yourself!
Harry stood up and had the urge to punch James. He resisted and stormed out of the office. A tear ran down his cheek as he run up the stairs on the way to the Common Room.
"Boggart," Harry said wearily as he reached the portrait hole. The Fat Lady let him past without a fuss.
"Harry! What did Dumbled-Harry?" said Ron as soon as Harry walked through the portrait hole.
Harry ignored him.
Hermione appeared from behind a book and looked up at Harry as he passed. But Harry didn't stop; he didn't stop until he reached the safety of his dormitory and pulled the hangs around his bed. It wasn't till then did Harry cry freely.
"Harry?" said a sudden voice making Harry look up. Standing right in front of him was Ron and Hermione.
"Harry what is it now mate?" asked Ron.
Harry shook his head and a fresh lot of tears ran down his face.
"Come on Harry you can tell us, we won't tell anyone," said Hermione soothingly.
Harry sniffled before sort of explaining what happened, "He was there the whole time, all the times I needed him he acting a coward somewhere else. He should have died, he deserves to die. He wouldn't even let Sirius tell me he was alive. If I ever see him again, I'll kill him myself, I'll make sure he endures all the pain I went through, and I'll be the one giving it to him. Fifteen long year's worth of pain."
"Harry what are you talking about," asked Hermione.
"He hasn't gone morbid on us, has he?" asked Ron
Harry ignored Ron before looking up at Hermione, "Better not tell you, he doesn't want anyone to know, friggen asshole."
Ron suddenly pulled out his wand, "Tell us Harry, or I'll…curse you!"
"Go ahead, like I care," Harry sat there now looking at Ron, not really caring that Ron was going to curse him.
"Great plan egg head," said Hermione hitting Ron over the head, "Harry just tell us when you're ready, Okay?"
Harry snorted, "Fine whatever."
Seamus then entered the room puffing, "Harry," he gasped, "Dumbledore want's to see you right away."
Harry stood up and left the room leaving Ron and Hermione by themselves with Seamus. He walked out into the corridor and made his way over to Dumbledore's office.
He had a gut feeling that someone was following him. As he walked further on he turned around many times, but saw nothing. When he was almost there, he was abruptly thrown to the ground. A person behind him laughed.
Harry snarled, and got up to face the person that had tripped him. He came face to face with a person he could take all his anger out on. Draco Malfoy.
"Sorry Potter," mocked Malfoy.
"Piss off Malfoy," Harry really wasn't in the mood.
"What's wrong Potter? Do you need a tissue, crying for mummy are we?"
Something in Harry clicked and the last thing he could remember was letting go of an unconscious Malfoy. He shook his head he didn't know what had happened, he took another look at the unconscious Malfoy before bolting to Dumbledore's office.
When he got to the gargoyle he shouted at it and ran up the steps three at a time. He didn't even knock on the door, he just smashed it open.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry yelled at the professor sitting in his chair behind his desk.
"Yes Harry?" said Dumbledore calmly.
"I didn't mean to do it, I don't know what happened, I can't remember a thing."
"Harry, you're not making any sense."
"I don't know what I did, he was unconscious that's all I remember," Harry was panicking now.
"Who was unconscious?" asked Dumbledore.
"Malfoy," Harry answered, "I left on the floor in the corridor."
Dumbledore stood up faster then any living human. Harry was surprised he didn't break his back.
"Show me where he is."
Dumbledore followed Harry out into the corridor where he had left the unconscious Malfoy on the floor. But instead of Malfoy there was a small crowd of people.
Dumbledore strode over to the crowd, but Professor McGonagall, who appeared out of no where, got there first.
"Out of the way, let me through." Professor McGonagall gasped as the students moved out of the way so she had a clear view of what was on the floor.
Dumbledore appeared at McGonagall's side then looked up at Harry with fearful eyes.
Harry moved forward and all the students scrambled out of the way as he approached. On the floor he could see a bloody mangled body. Harry nearly fainted at the sight. It was indeed Malfoy.
Dumbledore suddenly spoke, "All students are to go back to their Common Rooms, Professor I would like you to write a letter to the Ministry explaining what you can, and Harry I want you to go straight to my office."
Harry didn't move, a wave of guilt flowing over him, this was his fault.
"Now Harry," said Dumbledore, he sounded angry.
Harry turned around and headed back up to Dumbledore's office. Once there he sat down in a chair in front of the desk and thought about what he had just seen. He could only think of one thing, this could not be happening.
