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A/N: This is just a reply to Minea's review: Here's Harry's reaction! Thank-you so, so much for your review, it really made me smile and I'm glad you're enjoying the story and I really appreciate your feedback! :D I hope you enjoy this chapter :-).


Highs and Lows:

Harry's expression quickly turned from confusion and tiredness into shock as he took in the scene in front of him, before he turned around and raced back up the stairs.

There was a moment of silence in the room, with shock and unanswered questions lingering in the air. James and Lily were both stood with their hands gripped together tightly. Both looked like they didn't know whether to jump around or cry with happiness that they had just seen their son for the first time in 13 years.

After a few seconds of no-one talking, Lily whispered,

'That was...Harry?'. She said it like a question, but there was no doubt that the teenage boy who had just appeared in the doorway was her son - he was exactly as Sirius and Remus had described: the spitting image of James, but with her bright, green eyes.

'Yeah...that would be him', Sirius said, his voice shaking with worry for his godson, not even wanting to imagine the thoughts that must be racing through Harry's head right now.

As soon as Sirius had confirmed this, James let go of Lily's hand and headed for the doorway.

'Prongs, where are you going?', Sirius asked, grabbing James' arm and pulling him back.

'To go and see my son', James said indignantly, pulling his arm out of Sirius' grasp 'He's clearly upset Padfoot, you saw what just happened. You can't really just expect us to sit here?!'.

'Yes!', Sirius and Remus said together.

'Look, James', Sirius sighed exasperatedly, 'I know you're itching to see Harry, but you can't, not yet. Your son has just walked downstairs and seen his parents, who he thinks are dead, sat in the kitchen having what looked like a good old natter with his godfather - do you really think you going upstairs to try and persuade him you're not impersonating yourself is going to make things any better? Harry's smart James, I think it's going to take some persuasion'.

James opened his mouth as if to protest, before Lily murmered,

'He's right James. We're strangers to Harry, he's not going to believe us. Let Sirius do the talking', with a small smile at Sirius, as she pulled James down into the seat next to her at the kitchen table.

'Thank-you', Sirius said gratefully, heading for the door, before turning around once more and saying, 'I promise as soon as I've got Harry to believe me, and I swear to you I won't leave that room until he does, you're free to go upstairs and see him'. Sirius proceeded out of the kitchen, a slightly apologetic look on his face as he climbed the stairs which his godson had raced up only minutes before, leaving James and Lily to just wait and hope that Harry would believe what Sirius was about to tell him.


Sirius knocked lightly on Harry's bedroom door, which was closed, but slowly opened it before waiting for Harry to reply. He found his godson pacing across the room, his hands raking through his hair as a mixture of emotions passed over his face: anger, confusion, shock, disgust, disbelief, grief and just like Sirius, hope.

As soon as Sirius entered the room, Harry immediately whipped himself around to face him, backing away from Sirius with his hands held up in front of him, before realising it was only his godfather at the door.

This simple motion of Harry being wary and backing away from who was coming into his room told Sirius that he was not handling the situation well.

'Harry, I can explain-', Sirius began, before Harry cut him off.

'Explain what?! That you and Remus have just been sat down in the kitchen drinking tea with a pair of Death Eaters?!', Harry spat out, his face showing disgust as he glared at Sirius.

Sirius could tell that although Harry didn't believe that it was really James and Lily sat downstairs, at the same time, he didn't want to believe this. Sirius took a deep breath, before saying,

'Harry, I need you to listen to me. You can ask me any questions afterwards, but please, let me just say this. I know what you're thinking - the people downstairs can't be who they look like. And I thought the same as you at first. I thought that they were Death Eaters, after all, what else could it be? James and Lily are gone. But I promise you Harry, they're not. You parents are alive', Sirius told Harry, looking his godson in the eye the whole time he spoke.

Harry didn't look away from Sirius until he had finished talking.

'You're lying', he whispered. 'My mum and dad are dead', he said, his voice stronger this time, as he looked up at Sirius, a look in his eye which showed he did not, or could not, believe what his godfather was telling him.

'Harry, I swear to you', Sirius pleaded, desperation in his voice for Harry to believe what he was saying, 'James and Lily Potter are alive! Do you really think I'd be telling you this if they weren't? I like making jokes Harry, but not like this'.

'YOU'RE LYING', Harry yelled, causing Sirius to back away from him slightly. 'They're dead! Voldemort killed them 13 years ago! How can they be here, huh?', his voice shaking with anger and impatience that Sirius could not see the impossibility of the situation.

'I don't know how they're alive Harry, but I promise you they are', Sirius said, slowly walking towards Harry again. 'James has proved it to me. He turned into Prongs. Harry, an animagus transformation can't be duplicated and I've seen your father as a stag enough to know that it is definitely him downstairs, no-one else'.

A flicker of hope crossed Harry's face, before it was replaced by anger once again, though less intense than before. Harry shook his head in disbelief, but Sirius could tell that he was getting through to his godson, that Harry was finally beginning to believe him.

'He must've fooled you, somehow', Harry muttered, avoiding looking at Sirius and sitting down on the corner of the bed. 'A-a spell or something. Something to make you believe it was him and not someone else', he stammered, the emotions running through him making his voice break slightly as he spoke.

'Harry, it wasn't a spell, or a potion, I promise you', Sirius said softly, kneeling in front of his godson. 'Look at me', he whispered, turning Harry's face so Sirius could look him in the eye as he spoke to him. 'You know I wouldn't lie to you, especially not about this. Those people downstairs are your parents. They are here and they are alive and I'll tell you what, they can't wait to meet you', he said gently, a small smile creeping onto his face as he finished speaking.

At first, Harry sat there with a stubborn look on his face, as if determined not to be sucked in by what must clearly be a trick, but as he saw the look of pure honesty and joy in Sirius' eyes and listened to Sirius speak about how much his parents wanted to meet him, his face crumpled as the tears formed in his eyes, finally believing what Sirius was telling him. Harry didn't even try to hide the face that he was crying because he was so happy, so happy that he finally had a family, so happy that his dream since he was just a baby, had finally come true.


Lily's hand shook as she accepted the cup of tea Remus was offering to her. James placed his hand over hers to steady her hand, giving his wife a reassuring smile.

'Sirius will get through to him, I know he will', James told Lily softly. Lily just nodded, but James could see that she wasn't convinced so he added,

'C'mon, if anyone's good at persuasion, it's Sirius', which made Lily smile slightly.

Just as Remus sat down at the bench with his own cup of tea, they heard a muffled shout from upstairs, which caused all three of them to jump.

'I can't stand this', Lily muttered, 'Our son's upstairs, probably upset and confused, and we just have to sit here', rocking back and forth with worry.

'Hey, I know', James told her, putting his arm around Lily for comfort, 'But Sirius is right. We have to let him get through to Harry first, after all, he does think we died thirteen years ago'.

Lily just sniffled. 'But why is it taking so long?', she asked, her voice slightly muffled as she was speaking into James' jacket.

'He clearly has your stubborness Lil', James said, winking at Remus, which caused Remus to just smirk at him knowingly.

'Hey!', Lily protested, lightly hitting James on the arm, though she didn't sound too insulted because she was smiling at the idea her son might actually have some of her own traits, which made him seem even more real to her.

After several more minutes of waiting, which to James and Lily felt like hours, they finally heard footsteps proceeding down the staircase. All three stood up, Lily and James holding each other's hands lightly, eagerly looking towards the sound of the footsteps.

The door to the kitchen creaked open, revealing a beaming Sirius slouched in the threshold.

'How did it go? Did Harry believe you?', James asked desperately.

Instead of answering the question, Sirius just said,

'James, Lily, would you like to meet your son?'


A/N: Chapter 7 complete! I really, really enjoyed writing this chapter and I can tell I'm going to really enjoy writing the next one too, so I shall update soon! I felt the need for a quick update this time because of the long wait with the last chapter :-) I'd love to know what you liked about this chapter/what you think I could have improved on :-) Thank-you to everyone who was favourited/followed/reviewed the story, it means so much to me! I'd love to know your thoughts on this chapter, so please review! Until the next time,

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