Para-What-What

Chapter Three

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"I don't know exactly what you want me to tell them, professor. If I tell them that I'm their son, won't that be telling them about their future? And that's exactly what I'm not allowed to do, right?" Harry asked as he sat across from Albus Dumbledore in the Potter's dinning room.

"They've already had you Harry. Now if you told them they had any other children, for example, then that'd be telling them the future," the aging man responded as he ran a hand over his long white beard.

"They've…had me already? But I haven't-" Dumbledore raised one of his white eyebrows at Harry and the young man looked away. He hadn't even noticed that he was in the house. Or at least the baby version of himself. He had the strangest compulsion to get up now and go and find his baby self. But he knew that he had to stay here and tell everyone the truth, whether he wanted to or not.

Harry sighed, Dumbledore wasn't even looking at him, but his preoccupied mind soon dismissed the thoughts about his old Headmaster. He was becoming steadily more and more anxious about telling his family (and wow did that sound weird- his family), about the fact that he was indeed family.

After some more silence, and "thought collecting," Dumbledore stood, "I think I'll call them in now," Harry stood as well and nervously put a hand on Dumbledore's robbed arm to stop him.

"Do I have to be here, can't you tell them?" Harry knew he must've sounded pathetic, but he was afraid. He couldn't help it, the thought that they still wouldn't like him, or want him crippled him with the most severe pain he'd ever felt.

Dumbledore's kind and twinkling eyes bore into Harry's own skittish green ones, he placed his own wrinkled and soft hand onto Harry's far more youthful one, "I think it'd be best if you were the one to break the news, Mr. Potter."

Harry let go of Dumbledore and stepped back, obviously still sick with worry, but slightly more comforted, but by what exactly even Harry wasn't sure. Possibly just the thought that his once lost professor was here again, with his comforting presence, and watching over Harry like he always had.

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Lily's eyes widened an inestimable amount at the news, he was from the future? And so far from the future, how was that even possible?

"But how is that even possible?" Remus asked, beating Lily to the punch.

Harry reluctantly decided that he'd be the one to answer this question, "I'm not sure myself, but the time turner that I found, it wasn't normal. The sand inside it was blue- or gray, I'm not really sure. The size was even off, it was much larger then the one that I used back in my third year," almost as soon as he'd said it Harry looked to Dumbledore, afraid he'd given away some huge secret from the future.

Maybe that was how Hermione had been given the time turner in the future? she had been smart, no doubt, but she had only been in her third year, so was so young, and they'd trusted Harry enough to give it to her? Or maybe not, and they'd just given it to her on McGonagall's word? Oh, his head hurt now, he knew he needed to stop now. Thinking all of this just hurt.

Sirius wasn't entirely sure that he bought all of this, but it was so hard now to be truly suspicious of this boy after everything that they'd been told. "But who are you, kid?" ha asked, voicing at least one of his many questions.

Harry's stomach felt as if it had plummeted down to his knee caps and back up until it got stuck in his throat. He had been afraid that someone would ask it, of course someone would. He'd just hoped that maybe in some freakish turn of events no one would demand to know his name. He felt the inane urge to jump up, shout 'Gotcha!' and run for the hills.

"My name's Harry," the dark haired young man practically mumbled, and with the second raised eyebrow of the day from Dumbledore, Harry turned back to the rest of the people in the room.

"Harry Potter. My name is Harry Potter," he pushed out, as he sat ramrod straight, with eyes looking directly into the ones so like his own. He was frightened, and the slight tremble in his hands and breath were proof enough to those who were looking and listening to him the closest.

Lily felt her breath catch in her throat, she can't have heard right? How could it be possible? It must be a family member of James, right? He can't have been her baby boy, there was no way. But as she continued to piece all the information together, it made sense. And as she stared into his eyes she knew, chill bumps formed on her entire body and her breathing seemed to slow.

And James wasn't much better off, it was so hard to believe, but then again it wasn't. This was a magical world, and time traveling was apart of that world. Why couldn't it be possible that someone could travel back in time, but the thought that he had a hard time catching up with was the thought that his little baby son was standing un front of him, but not as a baby, as a young man.

"You can't mean…?" James asked, though he wasn't able to finish the sentence, still too shell shocked to be able to really grasp this.

"I can," Harry said as he forced himself to look away from his mother to look at his father, possibly even more afraid now. What if James got up and smacked him right good across the face, like Uncle Vernon did every time he was "lying." Or what if he laughed and refused to listen, calling Harry insane or something like that?

For once in his life Sirius kept his mouth firmly shut. He couldn't believe that the person who he'd been bullying for the past two and a half days was his godson. His godson. It was hard to believe, but it was even harder to believe that he'd been a total bastard to him. The little boy in diapers, crawling around, crying and loving on anyone and everyone that he met.

"Dumbledore?" James asked as he looked to the oldest and calmest looking person in the room.

"He's not lying to you," Dumbledore answered easily as intertwined his fingers and sat them in his lap, his placid eyes scanned each person in the room taking in each and every singularly different reaction. His eyes stopped on Remus Lupin though, who looked to be taking this the best, but not to his own surprise.

Remus was deep in thought, and looked completely composed on the outside, but on the inside he was frantic. The wolf inside him was in hyper drive, smelling the air trying to find any trace that this boy wasn't lying to them, but he hardly smelled like the Potters. It was odd, why wouldn't he smell like his own parents?

Had he spent his summer somewhere else, or something? It was odd how easily he'd accepted this, but he was a sensible man, and sensible men did the sensible thing. There was no use fighting it. The boy was the spitting image of James Potter, and how could anyone find a way around something like that?

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It was late in the night now, they'd all been in their for hours, it had been the longest of Harry's life. They'd taken the news far better than he'd thought they would, Sirius, though much calmer than before demanded some sort of test to prove it. So Dumbledore had provided them with a potion (he'd thought to get one beforehand- genius that man, really), that required both son and father's and mother's blood to be mixed into it. If the potion turned blue then he wasn't their son, but if it turned completely clear Harry was truly their child, and of course it had turned clear.

There had been no denying it after that, at first all anyone could do was stare at Harry, there weren't even questions. His mother looked close to tears, but Harry felt too awkward to go and say anything to try and comfort her. He wasn't too sure why she was crying, this wasn't some great sad thing (well at least not for her) but she was a woman so he wasn't too sure what to think.

It felt like ages before anyone did do anything even remotely productive, Remus, of course the sensible one, got up and properly introduced himself to Harry before launching into a whole set of wild and curious questions. Harry tried to answer the questions without giving anything about the future away, and while it took a little bit of time before the others decided to join in, they did.

The moment though that Harry gave even the smallest of yawns Lily stood and lifted him from the couch, "Off to bed with you, mister. You must be exhausted," she said to him.

Harry had no objections of course, his mother- his mother had told him to get to bed. He said goodnight to the men in the room, and then let her lead him off.

She walked him to his room, and tucked him into bed, with the care only a mother could have. He could tell it was a little strange for her but when she had lifted the sheets over him she'd leaned forward, brushed back some of his hair and kissed his forehead before telling him goodnight.

He'd never in his life been as happy as he was then.

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A/N: This is short I know, but I've done the next chapter and it's just waiting to be posted. All I want is a good handful of reviews before I post it. haha

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-Bloody