Chapter 2
Harry woke up in his bed, trying to remember what had just happened.
"How are you feeling?" Ginny asked him.
"What happened?" he groaned.
"You passed out," Ginny said gently. "Can you recall why?"
Harry remembered then. His parents and Sirius had time-traveled.
"How is that possible?" Harry asked aloud.
"We're still trying to figure that one out," Kingsley said from the doorway.
Harry looked over at him, "Where are they?"
"Still at the ministry," Kingsley said. "I don't know what to do with them. I suppose I can't hold them. Legally, they are alive and citizens."
"Can you bring them here?" asked Harry.
"Legally, I cannot make them do anything. I can, however, tell them this is a good place they can adjust to the future," Kingsley said.
Harry nodded, "Please don't tell them anything about me."
"As you wish," Kingsley said before flooing back to the ministry.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Mr. Black," Kingsley said as he reentered his office.
"Kingsley, you know us. No need to be so formal," Sirius said.
"Where did you go?" Lily asked him.
"I had to converse with someone about your case," he said vaguely.
"Can you not give me any more details?" James asked.
"I really can't. I was asked not to," he said.
"You are minister," Sirius said. "Who is above you?"
"This person is not really above me, he is just more important than me," Kingsley said.
"You allow this?" James asked.
"Of course. I am not to tell you. He wishes, too. But believe me when I say I have my reasons," Kingsley said.
"When can we meet this mysterious him?" Lily asked.
"Technically, you already know him," Kingsley said. "I can make a floo call, and I can have you over there today if you wish."
"Good. Do you know where we can stay?" Lily asked. "A place that will accommodate a baby," she said looking at baby Harry.
"I think you will have a place to stay after today," Kingsley hinted.
They all looked confused, but didn't argue.
"Harry," Ginny whispered.
They were lying side by side on the bed, just holding each other.
"Yes?" he asked.
"How are you doing?" she asked. "I know this must come as quite a shock."
"I am just glad I have you by my side," Harry told her.
She smiled, "Are you trying to get in my pants?"
"What if I were?" Harry grinned. He climbed on top of her and kissed her slowly and deeply.
She moaned and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Harry kissed down her neck and back up to nibble on her ear.
They were interrupted with a knock on the door.
"Harry, there is a floo call for you," Molly Weasley called.
Harry sighed and fell down onto the bed beside Ginny, "I'll be right there."
"You should go," Ginny said.
"I was trying to wait, so I could, uh, cool down," Harry said.
Ginny giggled, "Oh, right. Sorry."
Finally, Harry was able to get up and head downstairs to take the floo call.
"Kingsley, sorry about the wait," Harry said. "What can I do for you?"
"You have some people who would like to visit," Kingsley said.
"You mean…?" Harry asked.
"Yes, though they simply know you as the man who is more important than the minister," Kingsley laughed.
"Kingsley, I am not more important than you," Harry denied.
"Sure you aren't," Kingsley laughed. "You're a little modest."
"Send them through," Harry said. "I will tell Molly to expect some guests."
"Right away, Captain," Kingsley mock saluted Harry.
Harry just rolled his eyes.
"Molly, my parents, Sirius, and baby me are coming over," Harry announced. "Is that okay?"
"Of course, dear," Molly smiled. "There is plenty dinner for them."
"Thank you, Molly. Even though, I finally have my mom, you will always be like a mother to me," Harry told her.
"Oh, Harry," Molly hugged him tightly.
"I love you, too, Molly," Harry chuckled.
She bustled off to the kitchen to continue cooking dinner.
Ginny came down the stairs shortly after, "You never came back."
"They are coming over," Harry whispered.
"Oh, Harry. I am so happy for you," Ginny smiles. She hugged him.
"Thank you," Harry said, holding her close.
"Don't let us interrupt," Harry heard someone say.
Harry spun around to see his dad and Sirius staring at him. His mom behind them.