I'm just realising how short these chapters are...Well, I have up to chapter 5 written and promise after that they will be longer =]

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Chapter Four.

"What was that all about?" Lily asked.

"Oh…Well it was blind allegiance to this person's notes….Ginny was a bit funny about it when it first happened, actually, because in my second year…."

He recounted to his mother the events of the Chamber of Secrets, and Riddles Diary - explaining how it was a Horcrux, and things of that manner. It occurred to him in pauses in his story, that he hadn't really spoken of the first four years of Hogwarts to his Mum and Dad. It was safe to assume that Sirius and Lupin would have told them of year 3, when Harry saved him from the Dementors, and that Sirius would have possibly mentioned the Triwizard tournament, but the first two years remain virtually unspoken of. It wasn't as if they didn't know, however. They had told Harry how proud they were of him, so this assured him that, in one way or another, they knew what happened anyway.

"Anyway." Harry said, after finishing his story and not giving his mother a chance to reply. "There's something I want to ask you. Dad wouldn't answer me."

She raised her eyebrow slightly "Alright…"

"You remember when I…um, resurrected you lot." she nodded. "Why is it that all of you, I mean Dad, Sirius and Lupin, were still all the same age. Even though the times of…death, were later…"

Lily smiled as Harry finished this, sounding slightly awkward.

"It's…I don't know how it works exactly, to be honest. But James did mention…well, when they were in their sixth year, I think, they worked out how to do this extremely complex charm properly…"

"Which did what?"

"Well, more or less, it meant whoever died first set an age. And then when the others died, they would return to that same age, too. I think I'm right in saying, that it was something in the bonds of friendship that made it stay in place all these years until Remus finally died. We saw Peter, shortly after his death. And he was as old as he had been on earth…"

Harry nodded, laughing slightly. "That's really smart. But-"

"Harry, I don't know why they did it. I can only guess that they wanted to all be the same age when they passed on. They couldn't exactly cause trouble in the afterlife if one of them was even 80 whilst another was in their twenties."

"I suppose it makes sense." Harry laughed. "But what about you?"

His mother smiled. "When I married your dad, he put a charm on the ring, which connected me to the charm too."

"So basically…he's a genius."

"I wouldn't go that far." she laughed "at least, don't let him hear that. God forbid his head should get any bigger."

"Mum…" Harry started, wondering how best to phrase the question, and wondering why he never thought to ask. "How did it feel? I mean, coming back from the dead and all…"

"I think it was different for everyone." she said, small frown lines on her forehead where she thought. "For me…it was like a weight lifting off my body. Like…being released from the body-bind curse. I think Sirius more or less floated back though. Because-"

"of the whole death-by-curtain thing?" Harry laughed, but shivered slightly from the memory of his godfather's face as he passed through the veil.

"He'll never live that down." Lily smiled. "It's a bit strange though. I mean…we're all practically the same age. But you're still my son. You and James almost look like twins."

"Yeah well…at least you won't muddle us up." Harry said grimly, thinking of the scar that remained on his forehead as it had been all of his life. "oh!" he suddenly exclaimed, putting a hand to his forehead. "I was meant to go and see Fred and George. Talk to them about…you know." His mother nodded. "I'll see you later."

Harry got up from where he had been sat, kissed his mother on her cheek before getting out to the front step, to apparate to Fred and George's.

They lived in the flat above their joke shop, magically enlarged to an extent where it was more or less a mansion. The hour was full of twists, turns, mirror walls to make you lose your way, fake doors, fake stairs, and so on. According to the twins, this was because some things in their house were potentially dangerous, and so there is no way that anyone who was underage could find rooms in their house - those of age had to apparate, which is exactly what Harry did, landing on a large armchair in one of their living rooms.

"Ah, Harry." Came Fred's voice. A leather chair turned in the corner behind an old desk that they kept in there. Harry rolled his eyes. This was a routine.

"We've been expecting you." George came walking out from behind a bookcase, swinging a pocket watch in his right hand.

"Yeah, right. We're not in the Victorian times anymore, and you're not in the mob, so can we get over this please…" Harry said, although grinning at the two of them as they continued playing their parts.

"Harry, welcome to Weasley manor. This is not an act." George attempted to keep a straight face, before the pair of them came to sit with Harry in close arm chairs.

"I'll repeat myself - yeah, right. How are you feeling, Fred?"

"Better than ever." He grinned with his response to Harry's question. "Except my hand keeps fading."

"Your hand what?"

Fred lifted his hand up from his side to show it looking rather translucent. Harry's eyes widened.

"What the…"

"And my foot, Harry, look!" George said, taking his foot from his slipper, it looking equally as translucent as Fred's hand.

"Stop messing around, guys." Harry laughed. The twins took off their invisibility gloves and socks.

"What gave it away?" Fred asked.

"George's foot. He's not the one back from the dead, remember?"

"Oh."

"Woops." George said. "All I wanted was a bit of the fun."

"I'm sure Teddy would find it amusing." Harry said, smiling fondly as he thought of his godson. "So I take it that everything's ok?"

"Yep. Absolutely fabulous old chum." Fred said happily.