Oh my gosh, guys, I am so sorry! I've just realised that I hadn't posted this chapter on here yet! I posted it on A03 about a week ago, and completely forgot to post it here too! I hope you can forgive me.Anyway, it's here now, so I hope you enjoy!

"Here's your portkey," Gripetoe said, handing Sirius a rope, "It's due to go off in about two minutes.

"Alright," Sirius replied, "Thank you."

He turned to the rest of the group. "Everyone grab hold. We should be leaving soon."

They took firm hold of the portkey with one hand, their trunks shrunk inside their pockets and Hedwig perched on Harry's shoulder. Harry swallowed, anxiety beginning to set in. Then, in a blue flash of light, the five wizards and witch had disappeared from Gringotts.

They reappeared just outside of the castle wall. It was tall and imposing, with an iron portcullis barring entry. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sirius and Remus gazed up at it in awe.

They were brought out of their daze by a guard arriving, glaring at them suspiciously from behind the iron bars.

"Who are you, and how did you get here?" He demanded.

Sirius nudged Harry forwards.

Harry cleared his throat, "My name is Harold James Potter. My friends and I arrived here by a portkey obtained through Gringotts Bank. I was told that my parents live here, and we've come to see them."

…:-:…

James Potter awoke on the morning of the first of August feeling strange. He frowned as he stretched, checking to see if Lily was still lying beside him. She wasn't.

Sighing he got up and walked over to the large window that overlooked the hills, finding his wife standing there, her eyes glazed over.

"Lily?"

She blinked and turned towards him, a small, sad smile on her face, "I thought you were asleep."

James shrugged, "I was. I just feel… weird."

Lily frowned, "Weird? Weird how? Are you sick?"

"No, no, nothing like that, it's just - I feel like something's going to happen."

They stared out the window a few minutes longer, before getting dressed and going down to breakfast.

…:-:…

James was reading World News while eating some toast when a guard came rushing in.

"Your Majesty," he said, "There is a group of people here who demand to see you."

James frowned, and Lily looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Can it wait?"

The guard hesitated, "Probably not, sir. You see, one of them claimed to be Harold James Potter."

Immediately, their breakfast was forgotten.

…:-:…

By this point, Harry's anxiety was through the roof. What if they refused to see him? What if they didn't believe him? And, what if they did, but didn't want him anyway?

Harry was pacing up and down the small room in which they were waiting, with four pairs of eyes watching him back and forth.

They were interrupted by the door being opened and the guard from before saying, "His Majesty will see you now."

Everyone swallowed nervously, and followed him out of the room.

…:-:…

James was stressing. Scratch that, he was freaking out. Lily was walking beside him, her face pale, steps carefully controlled so that she didn't just break out into a full on sprint. They stopped abruptly outside the doors to the room where they would meet him - the boy who could potentially be their long lost son.

They looked at each other, eyes full of hope and fear, and together, they turned the handle.

The sight that met them was not one they had expected. Inside, there were five people - three teenagers and two adults. But it was one of the boys who caught their attention - the one with messy black hair and emerald eyes.

The two groups were silent, looking over each other anxiously, each one daring to hope, but afraid of being let down.

It was then that James really took in the appearance of the two adults at the back, and his heart skipped a beat. Sirius and Remus, older than they had been when he had last seen, but them all the same. But, Dumbledore had told him they had died. How were they there?

He was brought out of his thoughts by Lily, who stepped closer to the black-haired boy, her eyes sparkling with tears, and James followed a step behind her.

"Harry?" she whispered, timidly, reaching her hand out towards him.

He nodded fervently, his eyes, too, filled with tears, his face overcome with emotion that could not be faked.

It was all that Lily and James needed. They wrapped Harry up in their arms as the tears fell, unable to speak but so inexplicably happy.

Behind them, Remus, Sirius and Hermione began to cry, and even Ron, trying to retain his 'manly' image, sniffed a little.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours, but was in fact only a minute, the three separated, and James walked hesitantly towards Sirius and Remus.

"I was told you were dead," he said, "How do I know that it's really you?"

Remus and Sirius consulted each other silently with a shared look, before Sirius rapidly turned into Padfoot, who barked and wagged his tail wildly, before changing back.

Sirius grinned lopsidedly at James' stunned face, "You should know, Prongs, that us Marauders never stay down for long."

…:-:…

After another hour, during which many more hugs and tears were shared, Harry introduced his parents to Ron and Hermione.

They spent the rest of the morning taking a tour of the castle. Lily and James themselves led them around, despite the number of servants who could've done it, but they wanted to spend time and do meaningful things with their family themselves.

After a while, Sirius, Ron, Remus and Hermione seemed to realise that Harry and his parents needed some time alone, and although Sirius and Remus were reluctant to leave after being reunited with their friends, they left them alone in the master bedroom. Harry took a seat in the middle of the large bed, with one parent on either side.

They sat quietly for a few minutes, each one absorbed in their own thoughts. Eventually, Lily spoke, prompting Harry to look up at her.

"Harry, do you feel alright with telling us what's happened to you these past 15 years?"

Harry hesitated. Would he? He knew they would have to be told some time - he couldn't keep it a secret forever - but he wasn't sure if he was ready. After all, he had only just found out that his parents were alive that morning. But, then again, they were his parents, the people he had longed for his whole life, who loved him unconditionally, no matter what. If he couldn't tell them, then who could he tell?

"Alright."

And so he began, starting with the story of his supposed defeat of Voldemort. Considering that his parents were, in fact, alive, he wasn't sure he believed that stupid story , or the prophecy, for that matter, anymore.

He continued on with his life at the Dursleys', causing both he and his dad to have to restrain Lily in order to stop her from going to hex her sister there and then.

Once they'd managed to calm her down, Harry explained his introduction to the Wizarding World, and his first year at Hogwarts, leaving no detail out, including meeting Ron and Hermione. His parents were horrified to hear that Voldemort had been possessing his teacher, who, in the end, had to be defeated by an 11 year old boy. Dumbledore had a lot to answer for.

He then continued with his second year, telling them about his Parseltounge ability - which he now knew he inherited from his mom, not Voldemort, so he felt a lot better about it - and about the petrifications. He went on to explain Hermione's clue and going down to the Chamber with Ron and Lockhart, and rescuing Ginny from Tom and his Baskilisk. He tried to write off his poisoning as not important, but his parents weren't having it. Lily began crying, and wrapped her arms around him, no doubt realising just how close he had come to death.

He then went on to his third year, and his blowing up of Marge, and seeing a large, black dog on the street. He continued with meeting Remus on the train, the Dementor incident, and later his Patronous lessons. He spoke about the missing Scabbers, and discovering that night in the Shrieking Shack, with Wormtail, and the incidents afterwards. James cried out indignantly at Fudge's dismissal of Sirius' innocence, and said it was something they would deal with as soon as possible. Harry smiled. It was good to know that his godfather would finally get the freedom he deserved.

With that, Harry nervously went onto his fourth year. He knew, internally, that it was possibly the worst year of his life, with his fifth year coming a close second. James and Lily were stupefied when he told them about his name coming out of the Goblet, and indignant on his behalf that nobody believed him.They only got more and more upset as he went on, talking about the first task, the ball the second task, and, finally, the third task - the return of Voldemort. Harry was ashamed when he actually began to cry whilst describing Cedric's death, but his parents comforted him, wrapping him up in their arms and holding him close as the tears slid down his cheeks.

They sat like that for a few minutes longer, a bundle of warmth and love, before Harry finally felt calm enough to continue. And so, he spoke about his fifth, and most recent year at Hogwarts. He told his parents about Umbridge and her awful teaching, and evil detentions. He told them about the DA and their later betrayal. He hesitated slightly before telling them about one of the worst nights of his life, when Sirius had come so close to death. He told them about the nightmares he had had afterwards, where his godfather hadn't been so lucky, hadn't made it, and about when he had heard the prophecy that had ruled his life at last.

It was traumatic for Harry, reliving the worst times of his life, but also very therapeutic. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, now that he wasn't bearing his burdens by himself.

And so, surrounded by the warmth and love of his parents, he quietly dozed off, sleeping peacefully for what seemed the first time in years.

...:-:…

James and Lily left the room quietly, careful not to disturb their sleeping son. They knew that their talk had dragged up bad memories for Harry, but it had been necessary. They needed to know what had happened while he had been missing, but it also gave them a lot to think about. Just why had Dumbledore fed Harry that story, told him they'd died? And where had he really gotten that scar? It hadn't been there when he had been taken.

They decided it was time to pay the other two Marauders a visit.

Okay, so, that's it for now. I know there are a lot of plot-hole that need to be tied up, but I'll adress those in the future. In the meantime, please let me know what you think in the reviews! Any suggestions or feedback is gladly welcome! That being said, flames will be ignored, so don't bother writing them.I'd also like to just thank the many of you who have favorited and/or followed this story! I'm really glad you're enjoying it and flattered that you've taken the time to read something written by little ole' me.I'll see you next time! Have a great week! (ﾉヮ)ﾉ*.