A wise man will always tell you that life isn't worth rushing through; he would say that life should be taken as it comes. That falls under the it's not worth it unless there's pain theory. That's what a wise man would tell you. The problem is most of the time no one listens; instead they plough on full steam ahead, hoping that the end is what they hoped for from the beginning. Sometimes, however, this rushing is exactly the thing that gets you where you need to be, even if you didn't want to be there in the first place.

"Thinking again Harry?" asked Dumbledore from behind him. "Smarter men than I have gone mad searching for answers that were right in front of them."

"And what would you know about that Professor, what would you know about madness?"

"They never tell you do they?"

"What?"

"That not everything in life is a puzzle needing to be solved."

"Sir?"

"Think about it Harry, you never know, it may get you father than you thought. Not everything's black and white, sometimes we have to look for the grey shadows in life." answered Dumbledore. He turned around looked at Harry, his face smiling but his eyes dim, before he turned once again and walked out of the room.

"I never thought I'd live to see my son look at me like he wished me dead. " sighed Lily "Although, I probably deserve it, given what we've put him through." James and Sirius averted their gazes, not wanting to look into those haunting green eyes, eyes that reminded them so much of the son who couldn't bear to look at them.

"Time they say heals all wounds, I'm not so sure this time" whispered James

"It's in Harry's hands now, he's always been capable or making the right decisions, let's just hope the right decision is to hear us out." Said Sirius and that was all that needed to be said.

They all knew they had made a mistake, probably the worst mistake they could make. Lily had spent many hours trying to put the pieces back together in her mind, never coming to a conclusive answer. Something was always missing. She thought back on her rationale, her belief that everything would be ok if they just survived that night so many years ago. Not once did she stop to think that maybe, just maybe, in doing what she perceived as the right thing, she would lose the only son she would ever have.

Remus Lupin, another victim in the whole mess, had sentiments not unlike those that Harry held close to his heart and although, right now he couldn't find it within himself to forgive the people he saw in front of him, he knew without a doubt that they were remorseful. Knowing that, knowing that his friends had not for one second given up on their son and godson, was if nothing else some sort of twisted consolation.

Ron Weasley never believed in miracles, if you asked him the only reason he survived the war was because of sheer dumb luck and Harry. He had watched as his sister and best mate struggled to fight the darkness, struggled to pinpoint the boundaries between the lines that had become so blurred that even his chess minded brain had lost track of the progress. He knew the last thing his mate needed was more pain, but Ron Weasley wasn't as thick as many people believed him to be. While he wasn't the quickest in the classroom or on the battlefield, he observed things that most people missed and he knew without a doubt that his best mate had always longed to know his parents. He didn't know if harry would ever forgive himself if he didn't give them a chance to tell their story, but Ron also knew that he himself could probably never forget the pain Lily, James and Sirius had put Harry through.

Two people walked hand in hand through the ancient hallways of Hogwarts. These walls had seen many things in their lifetime and the occupants of the walls had always had much to speak of. This afternoon, however, the walls were silent. As they walked the silence followed, all that could be heard was quite footsteps and shallow breathing. It was amazing to note how much louder each breath sounded when the walls were silent. It was as if the school knew something was about to change. The pair turned the corner and came to a stop at the ancient statue of the headmasters gargoyle, who stood proud and strong, waiting to admit those who he found worthy.

"Are you sure" the female voice whispered

"As much as I'll ever be." A male voice replied

The pair turned looked at the gargoyle and said "Lemon Drops".

They gargoyle allowed them pass and with a deep breath the climbed the age old staircase. At the top they came to a door, the man leaned over the kissed the woman, before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open to reveal three figures.

"You wanted me here, I'm here. Explain." Said Harry, his hold on Ginny's hand tightening slightly.

The three looked there shocked, before Lily smiled and took a deep breath; it was time everything came out into the open.