Harry's mind tumbled from the news. He somehow knew, deep in his heart, that James wasn't his real father. Yes, they had been alike, but that was how the people around him helped shape him.
"I love both Sirius and James. They had been my wonderwall. They had both loved me in different ways, and each would have defended me to the end. But the episode with Severus drove a wedge between James and I. I sought comfort in Sirius' arms." Lily tried to explain. It was hard to tell your son, who you hadn't seen in over 16 years, that the man he thought was his father was in fact not his father.
"And no one knew? I mean, you couldn't exactly have hidden it." Harry questioned. She looked sorrowfully at Harry.
"The Invisibility Cloak." She replied, the only answer she could give. Harry now understood Sirius complete and utter devotion to him. It was the love of a father.
"We must find another time turner! The Ministry can't be the only one who had them." Harry said excitedly. Lily's head jerked up.
"No." She replied. "You can't. It wouldn't be fair." She mustered. Harry stared at her.
"It wouldn't be fair to who? You don't know what happened! He FELL through a bloody veil!" Harry yelled, his anger rising. Lily looked down at her hands.
"It wouldn't be fair to Severus or I." She said quietly.
"Do I bloody care? Not once did Sirius mention an all binding love for you. I doubt he would care what you did!" Harry yelled into her face and stormed out. She just caused turmoil in his life, and he needed to get away. He went to Sirius' room, and started searching again. Searching for any evidence whatsoever that his mother's story was right.
"Aha!" Harry called out triumphantly to himself. He had found a secret compartment they had previously overlooked under the bed. He opened it, and was shocked by what was inside. A time turner and a note. He gingerly picked up the note.
"Harry, I know by now that I will parish before my promises become fruitful. Part of my own prophecy. So I leave a time-turner, knowing you would have need of me. I hope you find this sooner, so your pain is eased. I have amazing things to tell you. The date you should go to is the day before my death…. Sirius."
Harry was excited. Somehow Severus had known. Harry thought back on the date the death had happened.
"June 18." Harry mumbled as he turned the golden instrument in his hand. He closed his eyes as time washed over him.
"I've been waiting." A familiar voice sounded. Harry opened his eyes. Sirius stood before him, right by the bed.
"Sirius, whatever you do, do not go with them tomorrow. You will get a message about us at the Ministry. Bellatrix will kill you." Harry said, frenzied. Sirius smiled.
"Oh, my boy. Go back now, don't let the time slip over you. I'll be there when you get back." Sirius whispered. Harry returned the time turner and burst forward through time. He refused to open his eyes.
