A.N: Sorry for the delay. I got hit by writer's block.

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(Italics means thoughts.)

Chapter - 9

Harry's mind was racing as he made his way out of the office and ran down the stairs and into the corridors. He didn't know where he was going to. All he knew was that he wanted to get away from the place he just left. He wanted to distance himself from them as much as possible. He was running and finally came to a stop when he realized where he was. He was in the seventh floor corridor across the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. He was in front of the Room of Requirement.

I need a place to think, a place where nobody could find me, he thought as he walked to and fro in front of the blank wall. It was during the third time that a door materialized in the wall.

Harry opened the door and ran into the room. Slowly, he looked around his surroundings. It was almost like a Quidditch ground. The room seemed to open up to the sky. The room held a peaceful silence. And to the far end of the room, Harry saw a broomstick. He almost felt a smile rise in his face. He quickly took the broom in his hands and started flying across the room. He tried to calm his mind and to momentarily forget all that happened during the morning.

After flying as much as his heart desired and calmed down a bit, Harry made his way to the ground. He put the broom aside and sat on the grass. He started to let his mind wander. Before he knew it, he started to think about the 'people' who were there in Dumbledore's office.

How did this day turn so weird? Why do things like this happen to me only? Why can't I have a normal life? These were just a few of the questions running in his mind, as his hand brushed through his hair in frustration.

If Harry was being truthful to himself, then he could say that his heart's deepest desire just came true. This was the wish he made whenever he got a chance, to have a family. But now, now he was not sure of what he wanted.

I have a family, a mother that can love me, a father that I can talk to, and heck I even have a little sister. I can live with the people who want me there with them, he thought happily.

But the questions didn't stop forming in his mind. Where were they for the last fifteen years? Why did they leave me?

Harry knew that the only way to get his questions answered was to go back to the office. But he wasn't ready to do so. Even if he was ready, a single thought stopped him. Voldemort. Surely, he would kill them if he finds out that they're alive!

With that Harry decided what he would do. He got up from the grass he was sitting on and made his way out of the door. He walked towards Dumbledore's study as slow as possible, thinking about what he was about to do. He was deeply immersed in his thoughts that he jumped slightly when he heard someone call his name.

"Harry! Where are you going?"

He could recognize that voice anywhere. "Ginny," he said turning around to face his girlfriend, secretly glad to be delayed.

"Hey! What are you doing, roaming in the corridors?" He asked her.

"I think I can ask you the same." she said, with a small smile around her mouth.

Harry tried to smile back but he couldn't.

"What's wrong, Harry? You seem worried about something." Ginny said slowly.

"Wha- Why do you think that something is wrong? Everything is fine" he tried to convince her.

"Yeah right! Look, I know you and I can see that you're bothered. Why don't you spill it?"

"Ginny, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Tell me and then we'll see." she said, trying to get him to talk.

Harry sighed and said "I will tell you later. Right now, it's something that I should handle alone."

"Ok, but you have to tell me soon." She said, reluctantly. She turned around and walked away, leaving Harry alone in the corridor. Harry nervously made his way and finally reached the gargoyle that blocked the entrance. Figuring that he could only postpone the inevitable for so long, he went past the gargoyle, up the stairs and stood in front of the door. He took a deep breath and went inside.

After the door slammed shut, it was as if time had stopped for a few minutes in the room. Nobody moved and all that Lily could do was stare at the door that her son ran out of.

It was when James took her hand into his and lead her to the couch that she came out of the shock of what happened and was able to think.

"He left, James." she said, her voice slightly wavering. Her eyes had tears which were threatening to fall.

James wrapped his hands around her waist and tried to console her.

"Lily, why don't we send Emma back to the room? She doesn't need to be here right now, does she?" James asked her.

She looked at him and nodded. After Emma left, the couple didn't talk much. Lily started listening to the conversation between the other two people, apart from Dumbledore, in the room.

"Do you think we should have gone after him?" Hermione asked Ron.

"No, he needs to be alone for now. He should think it out for himself." Ron answered.

Hermione looked at him, impressed by his thoughtfulness. They were lost in their own thoughts for a few moments, until Hermione said, "Poor Harry. Why do all strange things happen to him?"

"I know. I think of the things he's faced till know, surely this one tops it all." he said pointing towards the Potters.

"I wonder how he will react once he comes back."

"Harry can handle this. I mean after fighting Basilisks, dragons and Death Eaters, this should be a piece of cake for him." Ron said confidently.

"Ron, you idiot! This is why everyone says you have the emotional range of a teaspoon." she said and continued, "This is going to affect him mentally and that too just when he's about recover from what happened to Sirius..." she whispered the last part not wanting to be overheard.

But Lily stopped listening to them after she heard the words Basilisks, dragons and Death Eaters. She looked at James and could see the fear that she felt inside in his eyes.

"What did he get himself into?" Lily said so quietly, so that only James could hear.

But before James could answer, the door behind them opened to reveal the boy in question. Harry entered the room and Lily could feel the tension rise in the room.

Harry went straight to Dumbledore's desk and said, "Sir, I have a few questions."

"Harry, I see that you decided to join us again. Sit down and ask what you need to know." said Dumbledore.

Lily couldn't see any expressions on the sixteen year old boy's face. She resisted the urge to jump up and hug her son. It hurt her to see Harry's blank face and it left her wondering what was going in his mind.

Harry sat down in a chair in front of the desk, across to Dumbledore and next to his friends, keeping as much distance as possible between Lily and James, who remained seated on the couch. She also noticed that he was determinedly avoiding to look at the place were they sat.

"You told me that my parents were dead." Harry started. "Then how are they alive?" he asked in an unnervingly calm voice.

Lily turned her eyes away from her son to see the face of the Headmaster. She could see the regret in his eyes and also hear it in his voice when he started speaking.

"I think that that was one of the most biggest mistakes I ever made, Harry. On that night, when I sent you away with Hagrid, I checked for a pulse from both of their bodies. When I couldn't feel anything, I just assumed that they were dead without checking any further. " he said.

"But what about when you buried their bodies?" Harry asked.

"After that night, nobody ever found their bodies. I thought that maybe their bodies vanished just like Voldemort's body did due to the magic still that lingered in the house." he said. "I am sorry that I never mentioned this to you before." he added.

Harry seemed shocked by this information but decided to leave it be, for the time being.

"You told me that Voldemort couldn't touch me and that I had to live with the Dursleys because of my mother's sacrifice." Harry said.

Lily was surprised to hear Harry say that he lived with the Dursleys. She could feel James tense up, next to her. She knew that he was thinking the same thoughts as her. Why did he have to live with them? Where was his godfather?" But neither of them voiced their thoughts.

"Yes, I did." Dumbledore said.

"But she's not dead, she never was. How can you explain that?"

"I think, Harry, though she didn't die, she was willing to put her life in between you and Voldemort. And that itself was enough to shield you. That was a great act of love, a power that should never be misjudged, for it is a most ancient form of magic."

Harry was silent for the next few minutes trying to understand everything that Dumbledore had said.

"Thank you Sir. I think I will leave now." Harry finally said.

"But Harry," said Hermione, speaking up for the first time since Harry reentered the room, "how can you leave? Don't you what to talk to your parents?" she asked.

Harry looked at her and then to the two people on the couch. Lily saw him look at her and into her eyes. For a moment, she could have swore that she saw sadness and regret on his face, before it became blank again.

"No." said Harry.

A.N: What do you guys think? I know that this chapter may not be so interesting. But the next one will be. I'll try to update quickly.

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