Hey everyone,
I really love this story, but the start of this chapter will be bloody hard to do as I am never good with reunions between Harry and his parents, but that's mostly because I always felt that Sirius is better suited as Harry's dad – or at least that he should just become Harry's dad after his parents were murdered, but that's me.
Anyway, this chapter will be about the reunion, probably about Adeline getting 1977 Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape into the tent and about the whole reason why Adeline and Merden were visited by Merden's future self and what is actually in Harry's hands as they go about changing the future as they know it.
And YES, this will be a CR story and YES, I will be using the same technique as I use in Rituals and Reading, To Read and To View and my other CR stories. I know I mucked up with most of the chapters in Rituals and Reading, yet I just don't have the time to go back and fix those issues, at least not yet I don't.
Okay, enjoy,

Venquine1990
PS. Inspiration comes from Leonette, check out their stories.

Chapter 04
Gathered At Last

23rd of December 1976
Lotelle Garden, Ariador
Harry's POV

Ever since I was a little kid I have wished and begged for someone to come and take me away from the Dursleys. Back in my Third I believed that chance had been, for a short time, given to me before it was taken from me by adults that just didn't want to listen. In fifth year I believed that chance forever lost when Sirius died.
Never once in all those years did I think I could actually get back with my parents, mostly thanks to the ever-repeated statement of Albus Dumbledore stating that no magic can bring back the dead. "Well, no magic other than Time Travel, Professor." Goes through my mind with great scorn as I gaze into the opening of the tent.
There the one man stands that everyone always says I look a lot alike and looking at his teenage self, his messy black hair, his hazel brown eyes, his dipped nose and his simple looking mouth, do I feel myself yet again agreeing with all the people who have told me this over the years as there really are only a few differences between us.

Yet before I can fully end this thought, do I realize that, while younger Sirius is looking around, while Peter is shaking his head and while my teenage mum has grabbed onto a younger Lupin in shock, that the man I had been staring at is also staring back at me, his eyes stuck on my own and I have no doubt that it's because of their color.
Wondering if, at this point in time, my parents have gotten together yet or not, do I see a smile slowly growing onto my teenage dad's face before I hear another difference between us as his voice has a slightly different timbre as he says: "Man mum, you were right. No spoken explanation would have done this justice."
And while I feel shocked that the lad has been lead here without knowing he would meet me, does he walk over and when he and I are only two steps away from each other, his eyes still locked with mine, does he ask: "You're my son, aren't you?" And just the simple acceptance that I can hear in his voice makes the damn break.

The damn on my emotions, on my childish need to have my parents back, to have a family that is of my blood and actually cares for me, to have a male figure in my life that is proud of me and accepts me like the one year younger male in front of me does. I nod at him, while at the same time feeling tears shine in my eyes.
James sees this and tilts his head before I whisper: "I – I never – I've waited – so, so long – I – I wished so – so many times – dad." Yet while my throat clogs up every time I try to finish a sentence and explain him the reason behind my tears, does the man seem to get enough hints out of my stuttering as his eyes widen.
This makes my hands shake slightly against my sides as an unnatural fear that I scared the man off goes through me, yet I do not accept for this fear to show through anything other than my hands, yet then James proves me that the fear is really unnecessary as pain shows in his eyes while the acceptance grows as well.

Then, finally, the man does the one thing I have been wanting to do this entire time as he hugs me close, my years sleeping in the cupboard making me actually a few inches shorter than him, regardless of me being a year older than him. Yet the way that he holds me, with his understanding and his love, makes me break down.
I grasp onto his robe with as much strength as I did when dueling Voldemort three days ago and the tears that were shining in my eyes dripping down my face and onto his shoulder as he whispers: "I'm here now, son. I'm here now." And just the fact that he accepts me as his after only knowing me for a few minutes makes it all worth it.
All the years of loneliness, all the years of having no friends, all the years of feeling like I don't even have a family, all the years that I suffered in pain after losing Sirius. All of those years feel as if they were worth it now that I am finally back where I was when I was still an infant; in the warm arms of my loving father.

Then another pair of arms surround us both and through my tearful-blurry gaze, do I see a woman with long black hair and caring chocolate brown eyes gazing down at me and my dad as she holds us, my heart recognizing her as my grandmother and making me feel even happier that Merden brought us all here.
"Welcome home, sweethearts. This is where we would have brought you after the war had Merden and Adeline not summoned us and made us change plans." And while in my heart I feel blessed and glad beyond words that the woman and her husband changed plans, do I not speak these words as I just cry on softly.
Grandmother and James just keep holding me and while I feel warm and loved in their arms, do I feel as if the hug the three of us are sharing makes us almost separated from everything else that is going on around us and everyone else who is either standing inside the tent with the three of us or in the entrance of it.
Yet this feeling does not worry or concern me as the feeling of my dad's accepting arms and my grandmother's loving shared embrace makes me feel loved, accepted and deeply cared for, three emotions I never thought I would feel from anyone who is related to me thanks to my time being raised by the Dursleys.

"He's mine too, isn't he?" A female voice then suddenly asks, a voice I only remember screaming in fear and desperation and this question makes me feel as if the island that was created out of the hug shared with my dad and grandmother is changed back into the tent we are actually in and makes me look over my dad's shoulder.
Shoulder-length auburn red hair, my own almond-shaped emerald green eyes, a soft tan showing over most of her face, except for her cheeks which are slightly white in shock and a very nice looking female body with curves in all the right places, my mum looks amazing and like a teenager that is growing into a beautiful woman.
The girl locks eyes with me from over my dad's shoulder and her own widen before she mutters: "That's why I was summoned as well, isn't it? Because Potter and I get together and get that boy over there, am I right?" And while the term boy hurts, does my mum calling dad Potter answer my earlier question about them.
Yet, dad seems to realize that mum's words hurt me as he pulls me away onto arm length and calmly asks: "What's your name anyway? Can I guess?" I nod, wondering if it was perhaps him or my mum that named me Harry and then the man steps back, puts his hand over his chin and tilts his head from left to right as he gazes at me.

Then he makes my day and asks: "Ha-Harold – no, you're more a – a Harry. A Harry – James, perhaps?" And while new tears roll down my cheeks, do I nod tentatively and the man says: "Whew, I was just guessing, but really, you really do look like a Harry James to me. though you probably changed it into Elven, right?"
I nod and say: "Merden gave me a new name when he came to bring me to this timeline. He just took one R, changed the Y to an I and changed James into Jaurion. I really like it too." The man nods back and then turns around and says: "I know you and I still have a long way to go, but let's do our best for our son, okay Lily?"
And while the girl looks shocked, do I wonder if I will ever stop crying, only to hear a hiccup sounding close to me, making me turn to where Snuffles is standing, my eyes wide when I see how tears of joy are rolling down his cheeks as well as the black-haired man is held in a strong, caring embrace by Lupin.

The two then notice me gazing at them and Snuffles says: "I dreamed for years of seeing you get this chance, Hari, yet none of my dreams ever made me feel this great. I'm – I'm just so happy for you, pup." And the old nickname makes a few more tears roll down my cheeks while I nod at the man with great understanding.
Then dad tilts his head and asks: "Siri, that you, buddy?" And while the eyes of the younger Sirius widen, does Snuffles nod and say: "I got a changed name too when I came here, old friend. I'm Snuffles now. You get why, don't you?" And the wink my godfather sends the man, makes my dad smile in great amusement at him.
"Wait, does – does – does that mean that – that people?" Another voice, this one soft-toned, masculine and with a hint of responsibility added to the fearful tone, sounds and I look back at the tent-flap where a younger Remus is standing, the teen's hair not half as grey as his elder self, yet his face white with great fear.

I nod at the teen and he whitens even more, but then I smile and say: "You're going to be great." And while saying this, do I turn my gaze over to the teen's elder self, who is playfully glaring at me, while the sight of this elder man does seem to calm his younger self down, before things suddenly go to hell in a hand basket.
"Am I here too?" A young lad who is slightly chubby, several inches shorter than me, who has pale-blonde hair and glassy looking eyes asks and instantly everyone, bar my grandparents, my parents and their friends tenses in anger, shocking all those not angry and making me slap a hand over my face as I ask:
"Guys, remember what we discussed." And then Ron again comes to my aid as he says: "Yeah, the past is in the past and we're even further back now. So calm down and just accept the decisions made by Destiny, will you? You don't see Hari getting angry, you don't see me getting angry, so get over yourselves already!"
He shouts in the end and instantly Peter asks: "What did I do?" His eyes widen and one of his feet on one of the steps of the stairs, yet this seems to be exactly what Merden has been waiting for as he steps forward and says: "You will soon find out, young man, but for now let us get to the reason as to why my future Self did all this."

The boy still looks shocked and slightly startled, yet nods in courage and moves back into the tent together with younger Remus, Sirius and my mum and while those that had joined with us still look a little wary at the chubby man, do they still turn to Merden, who smiles with wisdom as the tent closes and he says:
"As I said before, will it be his Highness, Prince Hari, who will help us make sure that what he read off of the Truth Scroll will come true, but while I have no doubt that Prince Hari believes this to mean another manhunt like the one he was on in the year he has lived previously, is this not the case." This intrigues me and he says:
"Your Highness, if you would be so kind as to lay the Truth Scroll in the very center of this here table and then quote the last words you read off of it, you will activate the full power of Truth and that will enable us to bring Destiny and Truth together and make for a new Chance of Fate, such is the goal of my mission today."

I nod at the man, while those around me look at the man shocked for how he worded this and while I pull the Truth scroll out of my robes, do I feel the very parchment of it almost glowing and vibrating with the magic Merden describes and under the tense gazes of everyone around me, present and future, do I lay it down.
The eyes turn from me to the scroll instantly and while I keep a single finger on the scroll, do I repeat what I read about my parents, grandparents, myself and my friends, our journey and end it with the words: "And bring a pre-timed end to the Dark Lord Voldemort." Shocking those around me of the present time immensely.
Yet while I have no doubt that they are expecting either Voldemort or his men to suddenly appear here – thanks to the bloody Taboo the man probably put on his name again – do I feel the magic of the words coming to the surface, lighting up the scroll and pulsing underneath my hand as it grows in strength with every pulse.

This is followed by a very bright light that fills the room and when it tempers down and vanishes, do I see that the scroll has been replaced by a set of seven books, all of which are of different thickness and have all kinds of images on the front and the side of the cover, while there is a very familiar boy shown on each of them.
Shocked at what I am seeing, do I tentatively ask: "Are – are these what I think they are?" And Merden nods before he says: "Books describing your past, Your Highness. To be exact, the day you first triumphed over Darkness, how you returned to where you belong and the years that followed, all the way to three days ago."
Everyone looks shocked and Hermione asks: "So – so all of our adventures and us solving mysteries and – and fighting Death Eaters and – and the war and – and the losses we suffered –." Here Merden stops her as he nods again and says: "All of that is written there, yet not just in the Point of View of his Highness.
There will also be parts that will be from the Point of View of any of you or even of the two people who should be here, but who Her Grace seemed to have contemplated not bringing here." The man then humors my grandmother, who smiles and says: "You can't blame me, Merden, seeing their history with my son."

The man nods and says: "I can indeed not, Your Grace, however they are imperative. My Future Self told me they must be here, if not for the help they can provide us once the books have been read, then for one of those that I have brought with me. Plus, both of them are hiding something from the other and that must end – for their sake."
And while I feel as if this so-called secret has something to do with the whole reason that Draco dislikes his mother and the reason behind him calling his father a Dead-man, does my grandmother nod and dad asks: "Who exactly are we talking about here?" And while concerned for his reaction, do I answer:
"We're talking about Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy." I then motion for Draco with my head and say: "Draco's Head of House and father." And while dad looks at the young blonde with wide eyes, does the younger Sirius shout: "HECK TO THE NO!" Making me again hit myself on the head together with Ron.

"Why Snivelus? What good can he do? Why should we?" But then I say: "If it wasn't for Snape, I would have been dead before I even turned twelve, so shut up already!" The younger teen reels back in shock and his elder self asks: "Do I even want to know?" And the man groans as I simply and shortly answer: "Quidditch."
Yet he nods nonetheless and then mum says: "Black, give us a break here. We have a single young boy who came here while apparently leaving behind his whole family. Surely you can set your anger at Snape aside for that." And while the younger Sirius – who I decide to just call Sirius – grumbles, does he still nod.
This makes Adeline smile and she says: "I'll go fetch them. Don't start reading without me." And while Merden sends her a playful loving smile, making me smirk at him with a silent question in my eyes, does it take the female Earth Elf only ten minutes to actually pick up the greasy-black and silver-blonde haired teenagers.

Both of them have very strict faces on, clearly masks of professionalism and self-protection, yet I decide to prove them that this will not be necessary as I move over, the greasy-haired teen tightening his hold on one of his robe pockets, yet I keep my own face calm and softly say: "Thank you for all you have done for me, Professor."
And while the last word floors the man, does his partner seem to accept my grateful tone as he calmly says: "Let's leave the gratitude to the back until all of us knows what it is meant for, shall we Heir Potter?" But then Sirius ruins the mood of acceptance between us as he angrily steps forward and almost snaps:
"That is Your Highness for you, Malfoy. Hari here is Heir to the Throne of Ariador, the land you are currently in so I suggest you show some respect." But then I snap back: "He did, through the knowledge he had, Sirius, so follow your own words and remember what Lindilwen asked of you, will you?"

The black-haired teen behind me along with the two teens in front of me look shocked as my musical voice had turned icy hard and I take a deep breath before I say: "I know, like no other, how bad the blood between you, my father and his friends run. But Destiny and Truth must unite and for that you are all necessary.
Had you not been, Merden's future self would not have sought out his present form and none of us would have been here. So please, for the sake of what I, my friends and their families have suffered and what your future selves have suffered as well, remember that suffering and accept each other while in this tent.
Can you please accept this request?" I end with a slight hint of desperation and while I cannot see them, do I know that all four of the Teenage and the two Adult Marauders are nodding along with the two Slytherins in front of me and I smile at them all gratefully before motioning Lucius and Severus into the tent.
I then take a deep breath and ask: "Merden, you said my first victory over Darkness was also recorded into these books. I take you don't mean my first year or the memories I gained of that in my Seventh?" And while my parents look shocked, does Merden answer: "No Your Highness, I mean your first ever Halloween Night."

Okay that's IT!
That was TENSE! It was actually a lot easier than I expected to write about how James – sorry Jaurion – and Hari reunited and how Hari first met his grandmother, but once I got to the part of the revealing of the books and the gathering of Snape and Malfoy, it got a little harder, but I still managed it.
Now next chapter will be the CR chapter I mentioned and before we get into that, do I want to do a quick recap of everyone currently present: Hari's grandfather, his grandmother, his parents, the other three Marauders, Snuffles, Lupin, Cedric, Colin, Dobby, Hedwig, Hari, Hermione, Draco, the Weasleys, Severus and Lucius.
Okay, recap done,

Venquine1990