1Harry found a nice place to sleep not too far from the spot they had slept the previous night. He looked around making sure that he was quite alone. He didn't want anyone to see him.

He looked up at the sky making sure that their were no birds over him. The star he had seen the other night was winking at him again. He lowered his eyes and kneeled down on both his knees. He brought his hands in front of him in a praying position. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by a voice that drifted across the cliff.

"You said you'd always be there!" it shouted.

It sounded like Simba. Who was he talking to? Did Nala say something mean to him? Or did Timon or Pumbaa upset him? He got up deciding to see what was wrong.

He didn't have to look to far to find Simba. He was on the same cliff that Harry was on. He was sitting with his head low as if he was upset about something. He looked sad.

Harry took a few steps towards Simba when he heard something. He turned around and saw a baboon standing in a tree, jumping up and down, and saying words that made no sense to him.

Harry frowned. What was a monkey doing here? He heard Simba move away and Harry started to follow. They walked at a slow pace. Harry followed Simba across a log and watched as he laid down and stared into the water. Harry sat down with his feet dangling over the log. He looked down into the water. He saw a reflection of himself. Everything looked in order except his scar was hard to see.

Harry was about to get a closer look when he heard the monkey shouting nonsense again. He looked around. The monkey was in another tree shouting the same words as before.

"Would you cut it out?" asked an annoyed Simba. He followed Harry off the log and back towards the cliff. The monkey followed behind them saying the annoying words again.

"Stop following us," said Harry. He was annoyed with the monkey. "What the hell does that suppose to mean?"

The baboon got in front of them causing them to stop.

"It means you're baboons and I'm not," answered the baboon.

"I think you're a little confused," said Simba, then he muttered, "Creepy little monkey." they continued to walk.

"I'm confused?" asked the baboon. "You don't even know who you are."

They stopped walking. "I used to know." responded Simba. "But now I'm not so sure anymore."

"I know who I am." said Harry. "I think. I'm...I'm..."

"I know who you are," said the baboon. "Come closer. It's a secret." he said pulling Simba's ear closer. Harry bent down closer. "You are..."

He then began to say those same annoying words. Harry rolled his eyes and began to walk away.

"You're insane," said Harry.

"Perhaps," said the monkey. "But I know you're James' boy...and you're Mufasa's boy."

Harry froze in his tracks. He slowly turned around. "Wait, you–"

"Bye!" said the baboon and he ran off.

"Wait!" said Harry. He ran towards Simba and jumped on the lion's back.

Simba chased after the crazy monkey. They found him sitting on a rock in meditating position. Simba made his way quietly towards him.

"You knew our fathers?" asked Harry. "How could you–"

"Correction," said the baboon interrupting Harry. "I know your fathers."

This didn't make any sense to Harry. How could this baboon know anything about his father? His father was a human.

"I'm sorry to tell you," said Simba. "Our fathers died a long time ago."

"Wrong again," spoke the baboon. "I know where they are," he stood up and ran a few steps. He turned back towards them. "Follow Rafiki, he knows the way!"

He then ran off. Simba chased after him. He followed him all the way to a hole under a tree. They peered inside. It was filled with thorns and vines. It would be a tight squeeze if Harry went in their on Simba's back so he climbed down. Simba led the way inside, Harry following after him.

They made their way quickly through the hole, getting tangled in vines and tripping over dead roots. Harry ripped the sleeve of his shirt on a thorn, thankfully the thorn didn't make contact with his skin.

Simba was just on his way towards the exit when Rafiki came out of no where held up his hand.

"Stop!"

Simba came to a sudden stop and Harry ran into the lion. The monkey took a few steps towards the lake.

"They're in there." he said pointing at the water.

Harry and Simba cautiously made there way over to the water. They looked into the pool and saw their reflection, but nothing more.

"What am I looking at?" he asked.

"That's not my father," said Simba moving his head away from the water. "That's not my father. That's my reflection."

"Look closer," whispered the baboon.

Simba looked back at the water. Harry stared harder. He saw his reflection once again. His untidy black hair, his glasses, once again he couldn't see his scar, and his hazel eyes. Wait! His hazel eyes? His eyes were green not hazel.

The clouds shifted causing Harry to look up. The clouds surrounded a spot that held no clouds. Out came a familiar person and a familiar lion. It was James Potter and Mufasa.

"Dad?" whispered Harry. "How is this possible?"

"You have forgotten who you are." spoke Mufasa's deep voice.

"No," said Simba. "How could I?"

"You have forgotten your kingdom, therefore forgotten who you are."

"This doesn't make any sense!" yelled Harry at his father. "How is it that these people know you?"

"Remember," repeated Mufasa.

"How can I remember something I was never told?"

The clouds shifted and the images of James and Mufasa slowly disappeared. Simba chased after them, but Harry was trying to figure out how the baboon had knew his father.

Rafiki walked over to Harry and climbed on his shoulders.

"Your father was lost in the Pridelands much like you was," said Rafiki. "He was raised by the lions and called the 'Human Prince'. I'm one of the few that knows that."

"But, as his son, am I some sort of 'Human King'?" asked Harry who was still confused.

"In order for you to be the Human King you have to be of age. The prince should not be introduced until the age of sixteen."

"That's why Mufasa kicked me out of the Pridelands. He didn't want any of the other lions to know I existed." Harry ran his fingers through his hair. "But that still doesn't explain how my father ended up here."

"Yes, that still is a mystery to us. All we know is that one day he came here as a baby. He was raised until the age of ten by Mufasa's grandfather. It wasn't until he was almost eleven did he stumble out of the Pridelands and into another world. The king was angry and made a law that if James had reproduced, his 'cub' will not be allowed into the Pridelands until the age of sixteen."

Harry was even more confused. He knew he didn't know everything about his family, but he never imagined that his father was some kind of prince. He wondered if his mother knew. He was going to ask, but another question came to mind.

"What does the Human King do anyway?"

"The Human King is to rule the Pridelands beside the Lion King." answered the baboon.

How could he protect the Pridelands when he had ran away from them let alone murdered the late king? How could he go back to a place where he wasn't welcomed? That was like returning to the Dursleys after they kicked him out of their home.

The wind blew harshly causing dark clouds to go across the sky.

"The winds are changing," said Simba walking back towards them.

"Yeah, but change could be a good thing," replied Rafiki.

"Yeah, but it's not easy," Simba admitted. "I know what I have to do, but that means facing my past. We've been running away from it for so long."

Simba was now standing next to Harry. Rafiki jumped down from Harry's shoulder and regarded them for a moment. Then without warning, he swung his stick hitting Simba in the head and Harry around the knees. Harry's knees buckled.

"Ow!" yelled Simba. "What was that for?" he said while Harry said, "What the hell you do that for?"

"What does it matter?" asked Rafiki. "It's all in the past."

"Yeah," said Simba through watery eyes. "But it still hurts."

"Yes, the past can hurt sometime," the baboon said thoughtfully. "But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." he gave his stick another swing, but this time Simba ducked and Harry jumped out the way. "You see? Now what are you going to do?"

"First," said Simba. "I'm going to take your stick." he snatched the stick out of the baboon's hands and tossed it to Harry, who through it behind him.

"It's not a stick," said Rafiki going to retrieve it.

Harry climbed onto Simba's back. If Simba was going to fight for his kingdom, Harry, the Human Prince, had to fight for it as well. They started off towards their destination.

"Where are you going?" asked Rafiki.

"We're going back," yelled Simba.

The monkey began to cheer as if he was a crazy person. His cheers encouraged Simba and Harry to go. Simba ran as fast as he could towards his kingdom, with his loyal friend on his back. The friend who had stuck with him since Elephant's Graveyard.