AN: Thanks for sticking in there! You people rock! I'd love to hear some reveiw so please don't hesitate. Again, I still don't own anything.

Harry James Potter found himself walking through the all-too-familiar school once again. Honestly, he hadn't thought that he would return. It had been several years since he went down the halls. Harry was now an Auror and a good one at that. Every year he had told himself he needed to go back to Hogwarts but he remembered what little was left there for him.

The dark-haired boy walked down the hall quickly as if trying to avoid something. It was durring class, so hardly any students were there, but still he felt he was being watched. Half of Harry wanted to go see the Portraits of his parents, Snape, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, and Dobby but he knew it would be too painful. So many had died for him, too many, that is.

"Harry? Harry Potter?" said a familiar voice. "Is that really you?" Harry stopped and turned to the wall. It was Cedric's Portrait, he had forgotten that he was in the Hufflepuff hall.

"Cedric?" Harry said holding back the pain in his voice.

"Yeah," Cedric said clearly happy to see his long-ago rival. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you around here."

"I didn't really think I'd be coming back...did your father have that picture made?"

"Yeah," Cedric said his expression grew darker, "but he doesn't see me much anymore." Harry suddenly felt bad for the boy once again. He couldn't help but remember how close his father had been to him. "Did you have anyone painted?" Cedric asked suddenly almost making Harry jump.

"Oh, yes," his green eyes brightened a bit, "quite a few actually."

"Really? Any I know?" he paused, "you know it can be a bit boring sitting here all day. It'd be nice if I could meet someone."

"Oh," Harry nodded, "I guess it would be...I never thought of that. But yes...my parents are here and-"

"That'd be brilliant! I'd love to meet your parents," he said. Harry smiled and nodded as he began to walk towards the Gryffindor hall. Cedric followed walking through each picture trying not to interupt the inhabitants. "They were there," Cedric started, "weren't they? The night I died?"

"Umm, yes, actually they were," he said quietly.

"I never was able to thank you properly, Harry, for bringing my body back, like I asked. Thank you, it really meant a lot." The brown-haired painting continued to follow Harry into the other house's wing.

"No problem...it was really the least I could do," he said feeling slightly sick at the thought of the young boy's death. To his releif they turned the corner to find Lily and James, just as Harry had left them. He couldn't help but grin like a child at the sight of his parents. They smiled back and began to ask him questions. Hundreds of questions about where he had been and what he had been up to. Harry answered politly and slowly brought Cedric into the conversation. He explained to his parents what Cedric had done and they welcomed him with open arms.

To Harry's surprise Sirius, Remus, Nymphadora, and Dobby all eventually made their was to Lily and James's Portrait. It made the black-haired boy's heart lighter to see them all happy together. Suddenly, an old brave man came to Harry's mind he looked at Lily.

"Mum," he said, "there is someone else...that I had painted...I think he'd like to see you."

"Really?" she asked with a delightful smile that danced on her face. Harry nodded and began to lead her down the hall. As they walked Lily asked to hear about Harry's life. He explained that he was and Auror and was dating a girl named Ginny. Harry told her about his best friends Ron and Hermione, who were now dating. Lily was a great listener and Harry realized how much he had missed his life at Hogwarts. "You know," Lily said, "You could always come in to give lectures." The boy smiled at his mother's idea. It wasn't a bad idea at all.

When they eventually made it to the Slytherin Hall, Lily's face brightened.