Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Not now, not ever.
A/N: Hello. I thought that I should clear a few things up with you here. This story won't be a story where everyone dies, maybe a few smaller characters die, but that's all. Harry won't push away his family, but he might lie to them a few times. In the end, they'll find out that he lied to them though. Also, this takes place after his fourth year, but not after his fifth year, because I don't like the fact that Sirius dies. So this one has a few things the fifth one has, and maybe a few that the sixth one has, but I won't kill Sirius.
Returning of the Parents
By: AutumnBreeze12
Chapter 3
James was really happy. He had finally met his son, and he knew just by looking at him that he was going to be an okay guy. The way the others went on about him you would think that he was snobbish, but when you meet him you can tell right away that he's a modest kind of guy.
James had to admit, Harry looked almost exactly like him. There were only a few differences, and those differences weren't major, it was just his eyes mostly that was different. He couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for the eyes and the scar, then they could probably pass off as twins. When he whispered this to Lily, however, she shuddered. James couldn't help it; he smiled when she did this. He knew that she was just joking around.
When they got to breakfast the table got quiet when they entered. It could really get annoying the way they were staring at you. That is, if you weren't a person who loved attention. He could tell that Harry wasn't one of these people; just by the way he went pink in the face and looked away from everyone. Lily wasn't a person who liked attention either, but she coped with it well. James was a person who liked to draw attention to himself, which he did.
"I know that you all just love my very handsome looks, but do you all have to stare?" asked James innocently. Lily burst out laughing at this comment.
"James, the moment that you become handsome, you'll have to tell us. But for now, do you have to lie?" asked Sirius.
"I'm hurt, Padfoot," said James in mock pain, holding up his hand to his heart.
"Well, it's true. The day you become handsome is the day pigs fly," said Lily.
"I can always transfigure a pig to fly," said James.
"You're not supposed to! I mean the day pigs fly on their own! Not with you putting wings on them!"
"Yeah Jamesie, it'll never happen is what we're trying to say," said Remus.
"What is with you guys and calling me Jamesie!" asked James.
"We could call you Prongsie," said Sirius.
"NO! Just… don't… call me anything," said James.
"Why not? Then we could call Harry Prongslet!" said Remus.
"Yeah, you're right! Harry, you are now Prongslet!" said Sirius. They all looked at Harry to see how he would take this, and found him completely ignoring them. "Hey! You're not even listening!" said Sirius.
"Am I supposed to be listening?" asked Harry.
"Yes! We just gave you a new name… don't walk away!" said Sirius as Harry got up and began to walk out the door. Sirius got up and grabbed Harry and forced him to sit down. Harry gave a sigh and sat down. Harry was in a good mood, anyone could tell that by just looking at him. James began to pile his plate high up with food, only to find Lily staring at him.
"What?" asked James.
"Do you have to eat that much? You'll eat the whole house if you continue on like this!"
"I don't fancy eating the house Lily, it just doesn't seem like it would taste good. No this food, however, tastes great," said James while smiling at Molly. She blushed and returned his smile. Molly then turned to Harry.
"Now, dear, you need to eat as much as you can. You didn't have dinner last night, thanks to Sirius-,"
"Hey! I did my best!"
"And you're looking a bit thin. I think that you should eat more than your father, if that is possible," she finished.
"It's not possible, Molly. No one could eat as much as Prongs, not even me," said Sirius.
"And that, of course, is really saying something," said Remus while nodding his head. They joked around for a while after that. After a while, Lily, who always had been annoyed at James' hair, tried to brush Harry's. They had been all still eating, and most of them were almost done. Lily kept glancing at Harry. Then she jumped up.
"I can't stand it!" she wailed. She grabbed Molly's wand, (which had been on the table) conjured up a comb and proceeded to attack Harry's hair. The table watched on amused as Lily tried to tame Harry's hair, ignoring Harry's shouts, and ended up losing. "I don't believe it," she said, staring at Harry's hair, "It's worse than your father's. At least his showed some sign of difference, but yours, it just stayed like that," said Lily, and she was right. His hair looked like the same before Lily tried to comb it, and if possible, even messier.
"I know. It never shows any change, even if you cut it. It just seems to grow back," said Harry while rubbing his head. "That did hurt, you know,"
"Of course it did! This is your mother we're talking about! She's tried to do something to my hair too, but she fails, just like she did on yours. Believe me, when your mother fails, she goes off in a corner and pouts about it all day," said James.
"I do not! It's you who pouts about stuff!" protested Lily.
"Oh no, she's in denial Prongs," said Sirius.
"I do not pout about anything!" she said again. James smirked. "Oh no, not the glint!" said Lily dramatically.
"What?" asked Harry.
"When your father gets a certain glint in his eyes, it means he's up to something. I've always called it the glint," answered Lily.
"Why would you ever think that, my dear Lily flower?" said James innocently.
"James, I've known you now for what? Ever since I started Hogwarts, and then I married you. I think that I know your habits better than anyone," said Lily.
"Mm. But you'll like this one!" said James.
"Ah ha! You do have something planned!" James leaned over and whispered in her ear. Lily smiled and proceeded to whisper something to Remus. Remus also got a glint in his eyes. He leaned over and told Sirius something. Who told Ron something. Who told Hermione something. Who told Molly something. Who told Fred and George something. Who told the rest of the table. The only person who hadn't been told was Harry.
"Is this going to involve me in some way in which I wouldn't like?" asked Harry warily. Sirius gave a fake jump of surprise.
"N-no, why would it?" he asked twitching. The whole table burst out laughing at Sirius' antics. Harry glared at them suspiciously.
"Now, why don't you go upstairs, and, um… do something that doesn't include coming down here for any reason other then a death eater attack," said Molly while pushing him out of the kitchen. The door slammed behind him.
"I am definitely looking out for anything suspicious," muttered Harry to himself. He turned around and walked upstairs.
Harry paced his room. They were up to something. You could tell. They had been down in the kitchen for at least an hour. And it was making him extremely jumpy and nervous. He was just beginning to wonder if he should run away or not when James bounded into his room.
"Hello!" he said cheerfully and jumped onto Harry's bed. Harry stared at him for a moment. One thing that he had learned about his father was that he was about as mature as a three year old. A three year old that was on a sugar high. There was no predicting what his father would do. It was one of the things that scared him a little.
"Sit!" commanded his father. He pointed at the space next to him on the bed. Harry sat down carefully.
"What are you planning?" asked Harry.
"I want to know all about you!" said James, completely ignoring Harry's question.
"Erm, like what?"
"Anything! Just stuff about you! It pains me that Sirius knows more about you than I do. And he's Sirius!" whined his father.
"Um… I like quidditch?" said Harry.
"I know that, you can't be my son and not like quidditch. Anyway, Ron already told me that. Or I think it was Ron," said James.
"Okay…" Harry sat thinking for a moment. "I don't like potions,"
"Why not?"
"Well, it's not the potions part that I really don't like, it's the teacher,"
"Really? Who's your teacher?" asked James. He had a nagging suspicion, but he didn't really want it to be…
"Snape," said Harry.
"Of course. It just had to be the one guy who hated me through out my life. Did he treat you unfairly?"
"If you count giving me detentions for no reasons, taking points away for nothing, and getting insulted by him at every lesson, then yes, he did treat me unfairly," answered Harry. James groaned.
"Remind me to kick him next time," said James. "By the sounds of it he really needs it,"
"That'll just make him take more points next class," said Harry. James groaned again.
"So, what else do you like or don't like?" asked James.
"Um… I don't like divination. The teacher predicted me death every lesson," said Harry.
"Ah, yes. The old divination teacher was fond of predicting my death too. As you can see, she was eventually right," said James while smiling. "But what she didn't get was that I would be coming back," Lily burst into the room at that moment.
"Hello!" she said cheerfully and sat down on Harry's bed next to Harry. She smiled at him. "So tell me about yourself," she said.
"I give up," said Harry and flopped onto his back. Lily stared at him.
"Erm…"
"He was having trouble telling about himself to me, and then you came in and asked the same question," James stage whispered to Lily.
"I can hear you, so you might as well speak normally," said Harry.
"Okay then, tell us why you fought a dragon," said Lily. Harry coughed a little.
"Reasons," he answered.
"That doesn't tell us anything!" said James. "Come on, tell us!"
"It's kind of a long story," said Harry.
"We have time," said Lily. Harry sighed. The time had come when he would have to tell his parents what had happened over the years.
"Well, that's later on more. I'll start at my first year in Hogwarts," said Harry. So he told them. He told them the main events of his first year, then his second year, then his third year. They were a good audience, they gasped in all of the right places, they laughed in all of the right places and Lily even screamed in a few of the more intense places. He paused at his fourth year, then began to tell them how he ended up in the triwizard tournament, how he battled through the dragon, (James looked proud) how he completed the second task, and when he got to the third task he paused again. He could tell that it was going to be hard to tell them what had happened to Cedric. He hadn't really felt like talking about it this summer, the nightmares he had had about the graveyard didn't help matters either.
"Go on," said Lily. Harry struggled for breath. Then he went on to describe the maze, and how he had convinced Cedric to take the cup with him. He paused again. He could tell that his parents saw something wrong.
"Harry, what happened?" asked James. Harry struggled for breath again. It was getting harder and harder to talk about it. All he was able to manage out was, "Kill the spare," James looked confused while Lily gasped.
"They killed Cedric didn't they?" she asked. "Somehow Voldemort come back and he killed Cedric didn't he?" asked his mom. Harry wondered where she had gotten such good sense. Harry contented himself with a nod. Lily gasped again while James looked horrified. Harry, summoning up the rest of his strength, continued on with his tale. He told his parents about the graveyard, about how Peter killed Cedric, (James made an angry hiss at Peter's name) about how they had taken his blood to bring Cedric back to life, about priori incantatem. By the end of it both James and Lily were stunned into silence. After a few seconds Lily burst into tears.
"Oh, my poor son!" she wailed and hugged him as hard as she could. It took James a little longer to process what Harry had told him, but in the end he hugged Harry too.
An hour later when Molly came up to tell them that lunch was ready she found them all asleep with their arms around each other.
When Lily woke up she wondered why she was warm but in an uncomfortable position. She sat up only to realize that she had fallen asleep with James and Harry. She looked at them. She had to admit, they looked cute together like this. She wished that she had a camera. Ron stuck his head in at that moment.
"Mum says that dinner is ready whenever you guys chose to wake up," said Ron. "You've slept like that the whole afternoon,"
"Thanks. I'll just wake them up," said Lily. She got up and turned to the two boys. She began to shake them. "Wake up," she whispered. Harry stirred, and then sat up. He looked around for a moment, and then laid back down. Lily shook him harder. Harry mumbled something incoherent and turned a little. Lily sighed. So far she had gotten at least some response from Harry, but none from her husband. That wasn't surprising, her husband could sleep through anything. She could only find it positive that Harry wasn't that much like his father. Lily sighed again. Time for the rougher course of action.
"Harry, quick, death eaters are attacking!" she whispered into his ear. The result was instant. Harry jumped up, tried to draw his wand, tripped over his feet, and fell onto the floor. He straightened up and scowled at her.
"That wasn't funny!" He said.
"Yeah it was. Now, help me wake up James here. He's impossible to wake," she said.
"Hold on, I got something good," said Harry. He turned to James. "Prongs! Quick! McGonagall is after us!" he shouted in James' ear. James leapt up and looked around groggily.
"Whatssit?" asked James sleepily.
"Why didn't I think of that?" asked Lily amazed. James scowled. "It's dinner time, we've slept the whole afternoon. Why don't we go?" said Lily quickly. James smirked suddenly and lunged at Lily. He began to tickle her ferociously. Harry laughed at his father's antics. After a few seconds of tickling James stopped. Lily straightened up and James gave her a charming smile. "Why do I have to be the one being tickled? It was Harry who woke you up," said Lily. James turned to Harry but he was already halfway out the door. Lily scowled. "Cheater," she muttered.
They went down to dinner to find a whole ton of members there. They had all decided to eat over. Lily shrugged and slid into her seat. It was an uneventful dinner, unless you count Fred 'accidentally' pushing Sirius' face into his plate of food. Lily smiled. Tonight had been a pretty good night.
James sat at the dinner table eating as much as he could. Which was a lot of food. Every once on a while he would pause in his mission to eat all of the food he can and would look around the table. Once when he glanced up he saw Ron, Hermione, and Harry whispering about something. He strained his ears to hear what they were saying, but with everyone else talking and the way that they had their voices down low he couldn't hear them. He frowned. Fred saw what he was doing and leaned over.
"Don't even try listening in on them. When they get like this it means that they're either talking about something really important or something really stupid. It happens a lot, you'll see them whispering. They have more secrets than the rest of us," Fred whispered.
"Yeah," said James. He watched them a few moments longer, and then went back to his plate. He would have to deal with it later.
After dinner was finished everyone sat at the table. Sirius ending up telling Harry some things about the order and what's been happening with Voldemort, to Molly's despair. In the end they were all pushed off to bed.
"No fair! We're adults! You can't push us off to bed!" whined James as Molly hurried Lily and him off to their rooms.
"Well," started Molly, "James, you have the attitude of a child. So you have to go to bed. And then Lily has to watch over you to make sure you don't do anything stupid,"
"I don't have the attitude of a child! And Lily doesn't have to watch over me!"
"Come on dear, let's go to bed," said Lily in a kind voice as she dragged him up the stairs. James sighed as he was pushed into his room. Lily checked the hallway for a moment, and then turned to James.
"You do realize that she wanted everyone off to bed so that the kids wouldn't insist on staying up?" said Lily.
"Oh, um, of course I knew that!"
"Because Harry probably would want to stay up with us,"
"Right. I knew that,"
"Of course you did," said Lily as she slid into bed. James sighed again and slid into bed next to her.
James woke the next morning with Fred and George jumping on his bed shouting, "Wake up! Wake up!" James groaned and out his head under the pillow, which didn't work, so he threw it at them. Lily was standing next to the bed laughing. James was forced out of bed by the two twins. The twins smirked and gave each other high fives, having completed their mission.
"I'll be right back," said George and he ran out of the room. Lily attempted to go out of the door too, but Fred had it blocked.
"Sorry, can't let you out right now," he said.
"Why not?" asked Lily.
"Cause," said Fred. They waited a few moments, and then they heard George stomping to their door. The door swung open to reveal George who was dragging Harry into the room.
"Mum says that you three are to have bonding time because you three looked so cute yesterday when you fell asleep. We must tell you not to take any anger out on us and on mum, because this was her whole idea and not mine," said George. Both Fred and George ran out of the room and locked the door behind them. Lily, James, and Harry all stared at the door for a few moments before shaking their heads. They looked at each other and just shook their heads again. James collapsed onto the bed again, still feeling tired. Lily sighed and sat down into a chair. Harry stood for a moment before sitting down on the floor.
They stayed in silence for a while longer, before Lily couldn't stand the silence anymore. "So Harry, how are your grades?" she asked innocently. Harry was suddenly put into coughing fits and his face went red. "Does that mean that you have bad grades?" she asked again. It was obvious that she wasn't going to let the subject drop.
"Erm, Hermione helps me out usually," said Harry quickly. "And I have decent grades," he said.
"We'll fix that!" said Lily cheerfully. She looked delighted that she could do something for her son. Harry looked unhappy at the thought of more studying. Lily turned to say something to James, but she leaned forward and shrieked, "Did you fall back to sleep!" James groaned and rolled over.
"Five more minutes," he murmured into his pillow, which had been returned to him. Lily glared at him for a moment, and then grabbed the blanket off of the bed. James shivered for a moment, then curled up his body more and completely ignored the absence of the blanket. Lily grabbed the pillow and tried to remove it from his grasp, but his grip was to firm on that. Lily tried to move him, but he didn't budge.
"Harry! Help me!" said Lily. Harry got up and helped her get the pillow from James' grasp and then push him off the bed onto the floor.
"Ow!" said James as soon as he hit the hard wooden floor. He glared at Lily and Harry. "You'll pay for that one," he growled.
"Really? What will you do?" asked Harry smirking. James smiled and jumped over the bed to where Harry was so that he stood right in front of him.
"Must I remind you that there is nowhere to run here?" he said. Lily giggled.
"We realized that, James," she said.
"Well then, Harry, you will realize that you can't run out the door," said James. Harry looked confused for a moment, before it dawned on him. He attempted to back away, but James lunged forward and started tickling Harry mercilessly. Both Harry and James were laughing so hard that they couldn't breath. Lily watched on with amused eyes, until James got up and started tickling her. Then both Harry and Lily teamed up and went after James, who was tickled more than either of the two. By the time Molly finally came up to let them out all of them had been reduced to tears because they had been laughing so much.
Harry smiled when they went down to lunch. He was in a pretty good mood, considering that his parents almost tickled him to death. He had to admit though; it was fun being with his parents. As he entered the kitchen he looked around. There were just the Weasleys and Hermione in there right now, and no one else. Harry sat down in his seat next to Ron and Hermione. Hermoine started lecturing them on how they would have to do their homework or else they wouldn't find time to. Ron was complaining on how Harry got to spend time with his parents while he had to clean the house.
Hermione paused in her never-ending talk to scold Ron. "Ron, Harry just met his parents, your mum just wants them to spend time together. He'll probably start cleaning tomorrow," she said.
"It's still not fair! Why can't I spend time with my parents instead of cleaning?"
"Because your parents have been around all your life and they want to clean too!"
"So? That doesn't mean that I can't talk to them! Why can't I bond with them while everyone else is cleaning?" asked Ron.
"Ron, we've gone over this already! Your parents didn't die and then come back to life! Your parents didn't even die! So you already know your parents, so you don't need to bond with them!" she snapped. Ron grumbled and went back to his plate. Hermione started lecturing about homework again, and it was like the conversation never existed.
Sirius wandered over, took one look at the lecturing Hermione, and walked away again. "Wait, take me with you!" shouted Ron as he ran off after Sirius. Hermione huffed as she watched him go.
"I can't believe him, he's such an idiot, right Harry? Harry?" she said and as she looked back she saw that Harry had also left when she had looked away. Hermione scowled.
Wormtail cowered in front of his master again.
"I know the perfect way to draw them out," said Voldemort. "A battle in diagon ally. As soon as they come to help with the fighting, one of my death eaters will capture them. I want all of the Potters alive! This will take some planning though," he said. Wormtail nodded fearfully. Voldemort smiled, which looked really scary if you asked Wormtail's opinion.
A/N: Yeah! I finally got out this chapter! I'm really sorry about the wait, my computer had over 45 viruses and I had to put all of my stories on disk so I wouldn't lose the information. Please forgive all spelling mistakes and thanks to all reviewers for the last chapter! Please review for this one too!
