Chapter 6

I'm so very sorry! You know that review thing I was talking (writing) about in the last chapter's author notes? Well, I kind of messed up…So I'm very sorry! To make up for that I made an extra-long chapter for you guys that I'm going to post early! Yay! (It's 8 pages on word) But I'm not going to post this Saturday for family reasons…Sorry….
Any ways, THANK YOU ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!YOU'RE AWSOME! Really, I appreciate any feedback :)
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter: Sirius wouldn't die. Remus and Tonks wouldn't die. Lots of people wouldn't die. Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter. Therefore it's Jo Rowlings. (I'm not meaning to offend anyone. Jo Rowling is awesome!)
I also found this awesome statement: You know you're a Harry Potter fan when: You hug old men with white beards saying, "Dumbledore! You're alive!" (Watch out Santa Claus)
On with the story!

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Lily was the first to recover after witnessing the memory, and she hugged Harry close to her.

Sirius was the first to speak, "What was that?" he asked, a look of utter confusion forming on his face.

He got no answer to his question though, the only reaction attained was a few faces turned towards him.

Professor Herning, however, knew exactly what happened and who the victims were in the memory. He wasn't stupid, instead, he was in shock. Two of his best students were going to…die. The couple was so young, and somehow, somehow, the little boy in front of him survived the horrid attack. The attack that killed his parents.

Herning gained a pale complexion, and stumbled as he crossed the room to catch James by his upper arm and motioned for Lily to join the two out of the classroom. As soon as the door clanged shut, chatter broke out.

"Yes professor?" questioned Lily, who was still holding Harry like a life line.

Professor Herning paused for a second before making up his mind.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, are you aware that this little boy is your son?"

"What!" The pair shouted in unison.

Professor Herning only nodded solemnly.

Harry was startled by the outburst, and the sudden news of Lily and James being his lost parents. The thought only made him wrap his tiny arms around Lily and bury his face inside her hair. Her chest was moving from all her yelling at James, but all the while she gripped Harry tighter and tighter.

"I…MARRY, this, this TWIT?" Lily finally shouted.

"Hey! I'm not a twit! Well, maybe sometimes, but I'm not always a twit!" retorted James.

At this argument shooting back and forth between the pair Harry felt very depressed. Did they not love him? Is that why he had to grow up with a nasty life with his nasty Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon? Are the indistinguishable words shooting back and forth out of his parents mouths about how much of a pain Harry would be to take care of? Making up his mind, Harry squirmed in Lily's deathly grasp with tears streaming down his face. No one noticed the emotional trauma Harry was going through, no one but Professor Herning who was watching the exchange with shock and sadness, his eyes, once in a while, glancing towards the distraught boy.

Finally getting his way, Lily relinquished her grip on Harry and set him down on the flagged stone floor. As soon as Harry's feet came in contact with the surface, however, he took off running down the corridor.

"Harry!" came Lily's indistinct shout as the mentioned boy turned at the corner at the end of the hallway. Tears were now flowing freely down his face as negative thoughts filled Harry's mind. His tiny feet in the now properly fitted shoes, padded away from his parents and the professor.

Not looking where he was going, and his vision being partially blinded by tears, he ran into greasy haired person that he saw earlier that day.

Severus Snape was just walking back to class from the loo when the little black haired kid ran into his shin.

"What the?" Snape started to say, but was cut off by the little boy's apology.

"I'm sorry ma'am, uh, I mean Mr." said Harry, blushing at his mistake as he looked up to see who the shin belonged to.

Snape was highly uncomfortable. The little boy just called him a 'ma'am' when he was obviously wearing trousers, because last time Snape checked girls wore skirts (Most of the time) and he was not wearing a skirt.

"Um…where are your…guardians?" asked Snape. He was very curious about how the boy escaped from the clutches of Evans. Snape had no more time to think though, because his words caused the boy to emit ear-splitting wails, and his tears began to flow faster, forming a river on his face. Snot dribbled down from the boy's nose, and his emerald green eyes were bloodshot. That's how James Potter found Harry; Snape was looking at the boy in disgust, and Harry was crying his eyes out while sitting on the floor in front of Snape.

"What did you do!" roared James from the other end of the corridor.

"Nothing I-" but James cut off whatever Snape was going to say by briskly striding to where Harry was still crying. He knelt down and picked up Harry who was struggling in James's arms. James then did something that made Snape's eyes bug out; he started bouncing Harry softly on his side while softly singing a lullaby underneath his breath.

Harry was starting to calm down and then closed his eyes and started lightly snoring on James's shoulder. After all, crying was hard work, and Harry had a very busy day.

Lily came skidding down the corridor a few minutes after James to see him silently shooing away Snape, as to not disturb the sleeping child resting upon his side.

Despite her hair all over the place, and sweat beading her forehead, a small, sincere smile crossed Lily's face. It seemed that maybe James wasn't that bad after all.

Snape quietly escaped the scene and spent the rest of the evening mulling over what he had seen in the Slytherin common room.

Meanwhile, Lily caught her breath (man, those toddlers could run fast!) and walked over to where James was standing with the resting Harry.

"Awww. You guys are so cute." cooed Lily as she took in the scene with wide eyes. She knew she was falling for James even after all those years of rejecting him.

Suddenly the bell rang, signaling the end of lessons for the day, and promptly waking up Harry, and startling James and Lily.

Lily groaned. Harry was finally asleep but then something had to wake him up. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks again. Harry was very comfortable and then a loud noise had to startle him. Students started pouring into the halls and were giving the three strange looks, not unlike those they got in Defense class.

"Mama." Harry sniffled, then turned around looking for Lily's signature red hair. Finding Lily, he hesitantly held out his arms to her as he'd seen Dudley do to Aunt Petunia. Lily took Harry out of James's grasp and held him close, "It's ok Harry. It's alright." She said softly, then jerked her head in the direction of the Heads Dorms, the awkward family then trooped away from the traumatic and interesting day.

When the trio reached the dorms for the first time that evening, they found the appropriately sized common room the same; however, there was a new door between Lily and James's rooms. They all trooped up the staircase (which emerged behind the two couches, armchairs, desk, and the fireplace) and went inside the third door. Inside was a small bed, a changing station (with a bin), and a shelf with toys and story books. The walls were a pale blue color, and adorning the back wall was the name "Harry".

Lily turned her head to the little boy on her hip and asked, "Do you like your room Harry?" Harry just nodded, as he was looking around the space awestruck, then mumbled, "Wes. I newre ha' a woom bwefo." But his statement went unnoticed by the elders, as they were in a conversation.

"How about we call it a night for Harry? I read somewhere that children need to have at least twelve hours of sleep and right now it's," Lily paused to check her watch, "a quarter 'till five."

"Sure." replied James.

"Oh! Why don't we both put him to bed for tonight, only, it's been such a rough day for him."

"Ok, but who's going to…you know?"

"Change him? Me. You obviously haven't had much experience with children."

"K." James then left the room, leaving Lily to get Harry ready for the night.

As soon as the door closed Lily headed for the second door in the bedroom, the door that looked most likely to hold a bathroom, and went inside, only to find that she was in her room.

"Wha- oh!" Lily exclaimed as realization hit her. Harry just cuddled in closer to his supposed mother, and fell asleep again.

Lily went through this routine two more times before she found Harry's bathroom. It turned out that Lily and James both had access to Harry's room through their own, in case the toddler needed anything.

"Ok Harry," Lily started, "I'm going to make sure your nappy's cleaned, ok?" then a sudden thought struck her, "Or are you already potty trained?"

"Pwoddy in da dway, wappy in da wight." Harry responded. Aunt Petunia had quickly taught him how to use the potty, so as to prevent nasty smells, but she still had him wear a nappy during night, because he was in his cupboard and bed-wetting was terrible smelling in there.

Lily got to work based on Harry's information and in no time a fresh nappy was on the boy. Lily's first shock came when she was about to put on Harry's pajamas (red with broomsticks and snitches, per Harry's choice) and she saw his ribs sticking out.

"Oh my." She said softly while covering her mouth.

"Whas wong?" asked Harry.

"It's nothing." And with that Lily proceeded on clothing Harry.

A little while later, Lily remembered something, "Harry? Are you hungry at all?" after all, the boy had missed breakfast, lunch, and the soon coming dinner was also prone to be skipped.

Harry nodded in response.

"JAMES!" shouted Lily from Harry's room.

"What?" James said as he raced up the stairs.

"We have to take Harry to dinner. It's," Lily checked her watch for the time, "five, do you think that dinner's ready yet?"

"I dunno. We can always go to the kitchens though." James replied.

"Good enough."

So the trio exited Harry's room, went down the stairs leading to the Heads Dorms, and trooped off to the Great Hall. Once they got there, they saw that dinner had already been served, but there were only a few people present; Peter Pettigrew (James's friend), a Ravenclaw, and a Hufflepuff.

"Hey Peter." said James as he plopped down next to the aforementioned person. Lily and Harry took the place across from the two friends, with Harry on Lily's lap.

"Hi Dwames." Peter said while spraying James with mashed potatoes.

James wiped his face quickly, and then piled his plate with everything in reach. Lily watched this whole exchange with disgust, "Harry, never eat like them, ok?"

Harry just nodded while eyeing the treacle tart that James was reaching for.

"Who's the kid?" asked Peter with a curious expression.

"Oh. He's my-"

"Muggle Studies project. He's our Muggle Studies project." interrupted Lily while eyeing James, silently trying to get a message across.

"No, he's our- OH!" exclaimed James while smacking his forehead.

"Yup. Harry is our Muggle Studies project." James confirmed.

Peter looked very confused, but replied, "Ok." with his mouth full, yet again.

"Ok Harry, what would you like to eat? Stew, sprouts, roast beef, pumpkin juice, treacle tart, peas, fried sausage?" offered Lily.

"I wan' thwat!" pronounced Harry, gesturing towards James's plate.

"You want the…carrots?" asked Lily, she was quite confused.

"No," said Harry shaking his head, "thwat." He enunciated while pointing at James's plate again.

"You want James's plate?" Lily was baffled.

"Yes." Harry stated.

"Ok." Lily sighed, "James. Give me your plate."

"Whaaa?" he responded with his mouth half open.

"Eww. James, I can see your…tripe. Anyway, I need your plate."

"Why?" James whined.

"Harry wants it."

"Why?" James whined again.

"Oh, just give me your plate!" Lily demanded while Harry giggled.

"No…my food." James said while adopting the whiny voice of a four year old. He grabbed his plate and pulled it away from Lily's grasp.

"Give. Me. The. Plate." Lily's voice dropped down to a whisper, but gained a slight growl.

"No!" by this time James's cronies had joined and Remus was trying to stifle a chuckle in his Yorkshire pudding, while Sirius was eerily silent and slowly putting tomato sauce in James's hair.

"James," Lily said softly, and moved Harry off her lap, "GIVE ME THE PLATE!" she shouted and stood up. The whole hall (that had filled up rather quickly) turned to look at the commotion.

"Miss Evans! What are you screaming about?" Professor McGonagall chided Lily as she strode into the Great Hall.

"Well, Professor, James wouldn't give me his-" but Lily was cut off by James's scream of, "AHHHHHHGGGGG! I'M BLEEDING! MY HAIR IS BLEEDING! LOOK!" and with that he took his hands out of his hair to display the red gloop that he called 'blood' covering them to the wizards and witches present. James then stuck a finger in his mouth, so as to taste the substance, and gained a suspicious look.

"How did this even…," James turned around slowly and took in Sirius laughing with his palms full of the same red stuff in his own hair, "SIRIUS!" and with that, one of the messiest food fights lead by the Marauders, commenced, in which Lily managed to steal James's plate and scamper off with Harry to the Heads Dorm.

"Phew…that was a close one Harry." Muttered Lily as the pair entered the Heads common room.

Harry just nodded.

Lily placed James's plate down on the desk in the corner, sat down, and put Harry in her lap so he could eat. Harry silently munched at a portion of steak and kidney pie. A routine was soon set; Lily would cut Harry's food and Harry would 'attempt' to place whatever he was eating in his mouth. In the end, Harry was covered in pumpkin juice (some made its way onto Lily also) and stew, and only a quarter of James's plate was gone.

"Now let's go wash you up and go to bed." Lily proclaimed while standing up with Harry rested on her hip. Lily moved up the stairs and into the bedroom, washed Harry's face off, changed his PJ's to another set (red and gold stripes with a lion), and placed the toddler in his bed.

"Goodnight Harry." Lily softly whispered then kissed him lightly on his forehead.

"Gooni'." Harry responded while snuggling into his blankets and falling asleep.

Lily crept her way out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door, then sighed. It had been a long day and she still had loads of homework to do.

Making her way down the stairs, she settled herself on the couch and dug in her bag for her Transfiguration essay due the next day.

Quill to parchment, Lily was undisturbed for a few hours.

"Yeah! Why did you let Sirius put the red…stuff in my hair? I like it black, thank you very much!" the Marauders marched into the common room as James argued indignantly with Remus and Peter.

"James! Harry is sleeping keep it down!" Lily whispered.

"Sorry." He said while shoving Sirius who was making weird faces.

"Ow! James, what was that for?" Sirius replied while getting off the floor and rubbing his head where it made contact the armchair next to him.

James just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey! That's where my plate went!" James said as he saw the mostly full platter.

"James." Lily said warningly.

"Ok, ok."

"It's time for us to be leaving." declared Remus while dragging Peter and Sirius out of the portrait hole.

"Wait! Who's Harry?" shouted Sirius, as Remus successfully got him out of the Heads common room and shutting the portrait hole.

"Why'd you have to bring them?" questioned Lily as she went back to her History of Magic notes (she finished the Transfiguration essay a while ago).

"They're my friends. You should bring Alice and Marlene around. I have no problem with that."

Lily grumbled in response.

James sat down next to Lily and took out his Potions essay. The two sat in silence until half past nine.

James looked up from his almost finished Potions essay to see Lily crying while staring at the fire in the fireplace. You could say that James was baffled by this sudden change of behavior.

"Hey Lils, what's wrong?"

She turned to look at him in the eye.

"It's just that...We die!" Lily grabbed hold of James's shirt and started sobbing into it.

"What do you mean? We're just his parents and he's from the future…right?" James asked uncertainty, looking down at Lily who was still crying.

"Well, you saw the memory in Defense class. That couple, it was us James!" Lily replied, recovering a little, but started sobbing harder at the fact that she wouldn't be able to raise her own son. In another part of her brain, Lily was thinking about how thick James could get. I mean, he saw the memory, right? Obviously Harry had a burst of accidental magic at the reminder of the horrid event that took place in his early years. The result was a crisp memory coming to life in the boys head.

"Oh." James said, realization dawning on him.

The pair just sat there for the rest of the evening, looking at the fire flickering, and thinking about what shadow must cross their path in the future and block their way onwards.

Thanks for reading!
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I made up another "You know you're a Harry Potter fan when…"
You know you're a Harry Potter fan when: You go to the zoo, lean up against the glass of a snakes 'cage thingy' and start speaking 'Parsletongue' to it. (When I say Parsletongue, I mean just randomly hissing at the snake)