A/N: Sorry about the wait, I have a lazy beta. Also I apologize if my characters come off a bit OOC, I'm working on that. I also apologize for the pace of the chapter; I get impatient when I want something done. Anyway, please enjoy chapter four, I'll try to get the next one up sooner. Cheers! –CCG

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Quattuor

Harry slept in on that Sunday morning. He's had a hard time falling asleep last night. He kept replaying the way he would explain to his recently, revived parents that he has a child of his own. He kept asking himself, how would they take it? Should he care? His mind was a battlefield and he couldn't even begin to imagine Hermione's reaction. The knock at his door stirred him out of his thoughts.

"Come in!" He called. It was his mother; she had brought a tray of food with her.

"Sirius said you liked to sleep in on Sundays, and since you missed breakfast, I decided to bring you lunch."

"Thank you." He muttered. He was hungry. They sat in silence as Harry scarffed down his meal. He was feeling a bit awkward in Lily's presence, but didn't dare tell her that. It would get better with time he assumed.

"Are you fighting with your girlfriend?" Lily asked. Harry choked on his toast. She rubbed his back as he took a sip of water.

"What makes you say that?" He asked.

She pointed to the frame that was face down on his bedside table. A blush crept up on his face; he looked at his bed before mumbling, "No."

"Oh." Lily looked around his room before getting up and making her way to the door. "Enjoy your lunch."

Harry nodded and waved as he watched her go. He turned to the picture and righted it. Now he knew it was a good idea to hide it. As he ate, he tried to think again of how to tell his parents, that he too, was a parent. He again tried to imagine their reactions. None of the scenarios were good. Here his parents had reappeared after sixteen years, thinking of course, that they had only been gone one day, only to learn they missed watching their boy grow up. Now their son was all grown up with a son of his own. Nope, none of the scenarios turned out good.

When Harry had finished his lunch, he got up and went downstairs. He placed his dishes in the sink and sighed. He didn't know what to do. He made to go back upstairs. Maybe Ron could help him. A crash from the sitting room stopped him. He rushed in there to see what happened.

Harry's jaw dropped when he entered the room. His father and godfather were wrestling on the floor. James had Sirius in a headlock.

"C'mon old man. Azkaban's made you soft." James teased.

Sirius locked his left leg behind James' and dropped his weight back causing them both to fall. James' head hit the ground and his arm released his friend. Sirius rolled away and knocked into the table where the newly fixed vase, courtesy of Lily, fell and broke, again.

"Stop it!" Lily shouted. "You two are acting like giant children."

Harry laughed as he watched his mother push them apart. He wasn't sure if he was ready to believe they were his parents. All he knew was that it felt good to have them here. Now all he had to worry about was how to explain it to Ron and Hermione.

Harry rushed upstairs after his mother had settled James and Sirius down. When he got into his room he took the phone of its receiver. He dialed the Weasley's number. It rang twice before someone answered it. It was Ginny.

"Hey Ginny, it's Harry. Is Ron there?" He asked.

"Hey Harry. Yeah, hang on, let me call him for you." He heard her remove the phone from his ear as well as heard her scream. "Ron! Harry's on the phone!"

"So, Harry How's my favorite godson?"

"Ginny, he's your only godson." Harry replied.

"For now." Though he couldn't see her, he knew she was smirking.

"Hermione took Ayden to her parents."

"Oh." Ginny replied knowingly. "How do you think that's going?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure that the Grangers will be reasonable."

"We'll find out Monday, now won't we?" There was a pause. "Oh, here's Ron."

"Hey mate." Ron said. After many lessons with Hermione, Ron had finally learned how to use the telephone.

"Hey Ron, are you busy?"

"Nope, just getting my butt whopped in chess by Luna." Ron answered. "I just don't understand how she keeps winning. She's always going on about how this and that say that's a wrong move."

"That's Luna for you." Harry laughed as he sat on his bed. He grabbed a picture of the four of them. It had been a double date. Ron was caught shoving bread in his mouth. Luna was pointing to the chandelier; she had sworn some rogue Nargles had gotten stuck in it. Harry and Hermione were posing for the picture. It was taking by Colin; Harry had been in a really good mood that day and allowed the future photographer a photo.

"Harry?" Harry shook his thoughts away.

"Sorry about that…Look do you think you can come over? I need your help with something."

"Sure. Just me though?" The ginger asked.

"Uh, no. Ginny and Luna can come as well." He wondered what Hermione would say when she returned on Monday and everyone knew about his parents but her.

"Okay, well be over in a little bit."

They said their goodbyes and Harry hurried back downstairs. Sirius was telling James and Lily of his time at Hogwarts in Harry's third year.

"Hey uh…A couple of my friends are coming over, if you'd like to meet them."

"Ron and Ginny?" Sirius asked.

"Yeah and Luna too."

"She's a strange one."

Harry nodded as the fireplace lit up and out stepped Ron Weasley, followed by his sister Ginny, and Luna Lovegood. Harry jumped in front of his friends, causing them to take a step back.

"I'd like to introduce you guys to someone. Someones." He replied. "Guys, I'd like you to meet my parents. Uh these are my friends Ron, Ginny, and Luna."

Ron and Ginny were speechless. Luna walked over to the two Potters. She circled them, her hand on her chin, her eyes glazed over in thought.

"It's strange," She stated. "They're you're parents, but they're not your parents as well."

"It's probably because they've been in a different dimension for the last sixteen years." Harry answered.

"The veil of dimensions?'" The blonde asked.

"You know of it?" Lily questioned, shocked.

Ron turned to Harry as Ginny whispered.

"Does Hermione know about this?"

"No."

"Do they know about Hermione?" She asked knowing Harry knew what she meant.

"No."

"Oooo, you're in trouble." Ron whispered.

"Shut up."

"Harry." Ginny said.

"I know."

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Hermione opened the door to Grimmauld with her left hand. Ayden, who was nestled in her right arm, shouted "Hi!" as they crossed the threshold. The door to the sitting room opened.

"Well, hi there, little guy!"

"Who are you?" Hermione demanded. She had shifted Ayden in her arms and pulled out her wand.

"Whoa! Whoa! I'm James."

"What?" Hermione glared ate him.

"James Potter."

The Grangers walked in. Jane stared at her daughter with wide eyes.

"James Potter?" Nathan asked. "As in the father of Harry?"

"Yes, I am…Oh! You must be Hermione and this little guy in your arms must be…"

"Her son." Nathan replied.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Jane asked.

James nodded but his eyes stayed fixed on Ayden.

"I'm sorry, I'm still…That's Harry's…"

As if he sensed his name, Harry came down the stairs He smiled at his wife before realizing who she was glaring at.

"Hermione." He called out to her she looked at him If the situation hadn't been so serious, he would have laughed at her expression.

"Harry, you have a son?" James asked.

"I can explain."

"What's to explain? You had unprotected sex and now you're with child." Nathan spat.

"I meant about my parents." Harry walked down the rest of the steps and grabbed Ayden. He then took Hermione by the hand and led her into the sitting room, where the others were. He sighed. And to think, they had training in an hour.