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Chapter 15

After the almost hour long pillow fight, they spent the rest of the day walking on the grounds, playing chess and exploding snap, and they even went to visit the sisters to have a cup of tea.

Harry couldn't help notice the looks that the sisters kept giving him. It looked as though they were about to cry. When he asked them about it they said he was being ridiculous.

Hermione, herself, had almost cried when Ron burst out that she wanted to see the Book of Shadows. "I'm so sorry professors it's just that it looks really interesting and I can't imagine all of the spells and -" she started trying to explain herself.

Piper had promptly cut her off saying that firstly, she didn't have to call them 'professor' unless they were in class and secondly, of course she could see the book. So they had spent a little while telling Harry and the others stories of the demons they had faced and vanquished. They were amazed at everything the sisters had done.

Finally, Harry couldn't wait any longer and he asked Piper how they could have died if they were still alive.

The sisters started laughing and Paige said, "Wow, now that I think about it, that does sound really weird. We died, but we're right here."

Piper tried to explain. "Well, we have this sort of guardian angel called a whitelighter and his job is to look after us. He has the power to heal. His name is Leo and he -"

"And he's her husband," Phoebe chimed in.

"Thanks a lot Phoebe, now they're going to think I'm an old maid or something," said Piper annoyed.

"Don't worry, Piper, at least they don't know about Wyatt," said Paige before putting her hand over her mouth.

"Paige!"

"Who's Wyatt?" asked Hermione curiously.

"He's my son," said Piper. "I don't want you to think that I don't trust you guys, because I do. It's just that I don't want him involved. I don't want anyone using him to get to us, you know?"

"We understand," said Harry while Ron and Hermione nodded.

"How old is he?" asked Ron.

"He's two," said Piper.

"Aw! I wish we could see him," said Hermione. "I love babies." Needless, to say she got some looks from her two best friends after that comment.

"Piper, can't we just call Leo and Wyatt? It has been a while and I'm sure he misses you," said Paige.

"Yeah, and I want to see my nephew," said Phoebe.

"Oh alright. Leo! Bring Wyatt!" Piper called out.

"Piper, what are you," Harry began but was cut off by the blue orbs that had appeared in the living room and had turned into a man and a small boy.

"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Ron, while Hermione had given a squeak of surprise.

Introductions were made all around. Hermione blushed slightly when she shook Leo's hand and she could have sworn that Ron's cough sounded an awful lot like 'Lockhart,' but she ignored it. She absolutely loved Wyatt and thought he was the most adorable thing in the world.

Harry was pleased to meet Leo and found that he liked him a lot. He found that he was just as easy to talk to as Piper and saw that they must be happy together.

After an hour of chatting, it was getting a little late and Harry, Ron and Hermione decided they should be getting to their common room.

"Harry, before you leave. We found the counter curse to the spell you used on your scar," said Paige. She grabbed a piece of parchment from her pocket and handed it to Harry. "You should wipe off the make-up first so we can see if it works."

With the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped off the make-up to reveal his black scar. Hermione gasped slightly. Then he read the spell. "Let the object of objection return, so that it's existence may be reaffirmed."

He finished the spell and from the look on everyone's faces he could tell that it had worked. "Glad that's over with."

They bid everyone farewell and headed to bed.

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Sunday morning dawned bright and cheerful on the castle. Harry had slept better than he had in a long time.

He rolled over in bed and sat up. Looking out the window he could see that the sun was barely up and he could even see the giant squid swimming across the lake.

Yawning, he looked over and saw that his four roommates were still fast asleep, so he decided to head down to the common room and read a quidditch book that he had gotten out of the library some time ago.

He was barely at the door when he heard a scratching at the window. Turning around, he saw a school barn owl outside on the ledge with a letter tied to its leg. Wondering who would be writing to him this early, he went over, opened the window and let the owl in. It flopped down on his bed and waited for him to take the letter and sit. He had barely unfolded the letter, when the owl promptly flew out the window.

It read:

Harry,

At your earliest convenience, would you please come down to my office, as I have something important to discuss with you.

Albus Dumbledore

Harry put the letter down feeling slightly uneasy. What could Dumbledore have to speak to him about that was so important? Did it involve Voldemort? Had something happened to one of the Order members?

He let these thoughts carry him out of Gryffindor tower and through the castle. He was so busy thinking about the awful thing that could have happened, that he almost passed the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

When he realized, he turned around. Standing in front of the gargoyle he also realized that he had no idea what the password was. "Great, now what?" he said.

"Harry? I did not expect you here so soon. I only just sent the owl a few minutes ago. But, alas, the sooner the better, I suppose. Cauldron cakes." He said the password as he reached the gargoyle and it sprang to life and jumped aside to reveal the spiral staircase that Harry as sure he had seen a million times.

Once inside the office Harry sat in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. "Harry, I suppose you are wondering why you are here. Ah, I see you have managed to return your scar to normal?"

Harry was taken aback. "How did you know?"

"That is not important. What is important is that you felt the need to get rid of it. May I ask why?"

"Isn't that obvious? It's because of everything that happened last year. If it wasn't for this stupid scar Voldemort wouldn't have been able to trick me and, and Sirius would still be alive. If I didn't have the scar…then I wouldn't be connected to him."

Dumbledore hadn't expected Harry to be so open so soon. "Harry, the events of last year were not your fault, as we discussed. And I should also remind you that Arthur Weasley is still alive because of you. However, scar or no scar, you would still be connected to Voldemort because he chose you, he marked you as his equal."

"But my parents are dead because of him, and Sirius, and I never got the chance to say good-bye," Harry was trying hard not to cry. Why did Dumbledore need to talk to him about this?

"Harry, how would you like that chance?" said Dumbledore calmly.

"What?" Harry was sure he had heard wrong. "What do you mean?"

"I have been made aware of a way for you to be able to see your parents and talk to them. Would you like that chance?" he said again.

Harry couldn't believe his ears. "Are you serious? I would actually be able to see them and talk to them? But how?"

"I am not sure myself and do not pretend to know how it works. It seems that the sister's magic is even stronger than we know."

Sisters? "Piper?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it was her idea. She seems to think, and I happen to agree, that with what you are going through right now you need some support. More support than your friends can give."

"I don't know what to say. How long will I have?" he asked eagerly.

"Again, I am not sure. But Harry, there is something you must know."

I knew it was too good to be true, he thought. "What's the catch," he asked frowning.

"Probably one you did not think of. Harry, this will be a one time event. After this, you will not be able to see them again. This is just to say good-bye. Can you be sure that when the time comes, you will be able to let them go again?"

Harry thought for a second. He knew it would be hard, but he also knew that if he didn't agree, he wouldn't be able to see them at all. "I'm sure. It's just to say good-bye."

"Alright, then -"

"Wait a minute. What about…Sirius? Can I see him too?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry's pleading eyes. How could he say no? "Harry, that is still very recent. Are you sure you would be able to let him go…again?" he asked carefully.

"Please, I need to know that he doesn't blame me. I need to apologize, and say good-bye."

Caring for this boy will be my downfall. "Very well, but I cannot stress enough that this won't happen again," his voice was serious.

Harry nodded.

"Well then, in that case…you should get down to breakfast. I imagine there are some people you would like to talk to. And perhaps some questions that you will have in mind for later."

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Harry walked to the Great Hall in a daze. He reached it and much like he had done with Dumbledore's office, he almost passed it. He walked in and couldn't help the goofy grin that was now plastered on his face.

He sat down across from Ron and Hermione. Hermione was eating while she was reading and Ron was just, well, eating.

"Good morning, Harry," he said through a mouth full of scrambled eggs.

"Yeah, great," he said not really paying attention. He was too busy trying to think of questions to ask his parents. He was so excited and nervous that he couldn't eat. He just kept pushing his food around on his plate.

"Why aren't you eating, Harry?" asked Hermione finally looking up from her Transfiguration book.

"I can't. I'm too nervous," he said truthfully.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to see my parents," he said in a would-be casual voice.

Ron nearly choked on his eggs and Hermione almost spit out her pumpkin juice.

"What? Blimey, Harry are you feeling alright?" Ron asked bewildered.

Harry explained what Dumbledore had told him and this left Ron and Hermione speechless. Well, it left Ron speechless anyway. "Oh, Harry that's wonderful. The sisters must have really powerful magic. I think I remember seeing a spell in the book to summon a spirit. What are you going to talk to them about? Will you be able to touch them or will they be like ghosts?"

"Whoa Hermione, breathe," Harry said smiling. "I have no idea how it's going to work. All I know is that I'm going to be able to see and talk to them. And I have no idea what I'm going to say to them." He was starting to feel nervous again. "What am I supposed to say, nice to meet you and sorry you died?"

"Harry, don't worry. When the time comes, you'll know what to say." Leave it to Hermione to always be the voice of reason.

Leave it to Ron to be the voice of stupid questions. "I know what you could ask. Ask your dad why he hated Snape so much, ask him about quidditch, and ask him how he got a girlfriend. Just kidding, Harry," he added quickly when he saw the look on Harry's face.

"Ron, you have really gotten insensitivity down to an art," said Hermione huffily. "Ask him about Snape, honestly. Why don't you ask him about something productive, like apparating. We take our tests soon you know."

Harry and Ron laughed and Hermione went back to her book until Harry said something that surprised her.

"You know you guys are coming with me, right?"

"But don't you want to be alone with them," asked Hermione, abandoning her book.

"Well, yes…but I can do that after I introduce them to my two best friends."

"We'd be honored," said Ron in a falsely dignified voice which made them all laugh again.

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The Great Hall emptied quickly after breakfast.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were headed to the common room when they saw Dumbledore.

"It's time."

Harry suddenly became aware of how messy his hair really was. All the way to the sister's portrait he kept trying to flatten his hair, while Hermione kept telling him not to worry about it. He still kept trying when they were at the front door, in the living room, going up the stairs, and finally when they were in the attic.

Piper, Phoebe, and Paige were standing in what would have been a normal looking attic. The only thing out of the ordinary were the five white candles that stood in a circle in the middle of the room and the Book of Shadows which stood on a stand behind the candles.

Dumbledore, Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in front of the circle of candles directly in front of the sisters.

"Ready to see your parents, Harry," Phoebe asked.

He nodded.

They joined hands and began saying the spell. "Hear these words, hear our cry, spirits from the other side, come to us, we summon thee, cross now the Great Divide. Beloved spirits Lily and James, we seek your guidance, we ask that you commune with us and move among us."

When they finished the spell, a small breeze blew through the room. Harry tried one last time to flatten his hair as shining lights appeared in the middle of the circle of candles.

Before they saw anyone they heard a woman's voice, "Don't worry about your hair, sweetheart, it's one of the things I love about your father."

Harry couldn't believe his ears, or his eyes for that matter. Standing in the middle of the circle of candles were Lily and James, slightly transparent, holding hands and absolutely beaming at their son.

No one said a word.

Lily slowly stepped out of the circle and to everyone's great surprise (except the sisters) she materialized. She was no longer transparent. It was as if she was alive again.

Harry hardly knew what to do as she walked towards him. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying. Then she did something that he didn't expect…she hugged him. He could feel her arms around him and it was the best thing he had ever felt in his life.

Lily was crying. She cried as she hugged him. "My son. My wonderful baby boy," she said as she hugged him.

Everyone was so busy watching her that they hadn't noticed that James had also stepped out of the circle. "Now, Lily, he's hardly a baby anymore. Right, son?"

Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. He was talking to him. His father was there and he was talking to him.

James came over and gave Harry a one armed hug. Harry was speechless. He didn't know what he had expected, but this was more than he could have hoped for. It was like they were alive and they had never left.

Before Harry could find his voice, Lily and James had spotted Dumbledore. "Dumbledore! It's so nice to see you. Thank you so much for taking care of Harry," Lily said while James shook his hand.

"Amazing," was all Dumbledore could say.

"Well, Harry, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?" James said cheerfully.

Once Harry had gotten over the initial shock of seeing his dead parents for the first time, not counting the Mirror of Erised in his first year, he found that it was very easy to talk to them and it was almost like they had just been on a very long vacation and now they were back.

"This is Hermione and this is Ron. They're my best friends and without them I would probably be dead," said Harry making both Ron and Hermione blush.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Potter," said Hermione. Ron couldn't speak and just nodded.

"No need to be so formal, dear," said Lily.

"And this is Piper, Phoebe and Paige," Harry continued. "They're here to help me."

"Nice to meet you," said Piper.

"We'll leave you alone so you can talk," said Paige and they left the attic along with Dumbledore.

"So," said James a little awkwardly. "Play any quidditch, Harry?"

That had done it.

Harry and Ron began to talk about everything that had happened while playing quidditch. Harry told them about making the team in his first year, about Malfoy buying his way onto the Slytherin team, he told them about being banned from the team last year because of Umbridge, he even told them about how he broke his arm and Lockhart had managed to make all the bones in it disappear.

From then, they talked about everything they had been through, all the "adventures" they had had. The Philosopher's stone, the basilisk, and the Triwizard tournament.

Lily and James couldn't believe everything that their son had been through in such a short amount of time. They sat there looking at him in awe, while him and his friends re-told their stories.

An awkward silence told Ron and Hermione that it was time to go. "We'll see you downstairs," said Hermione.

"Harry," Lily said once Hermione and Ron had gone, "We are so proud of you. All the things you've done are amazing. You have great friends. We couldn't have hoped for a better son."

This made Harry say what had been bugging him since he had first seen them. "But what about Sirius? It's my fault that he died. He probably hates me."

"Padfoot, hate? He could never hate his own godson. Trust me, Harry, the only people that Padfoot hated were Snape, Snape and Voldemort. And probably Malfoy," James said, smiling.

Harry felt a little better. "But I still wish I could know for sure…that he doesn't blame me."

"I don't blame you, Harry." In the middle of the circle of candles stood Sirius. He, like Lily and James, walked out of the circle and became whole again.

Harry couldn't hold back the tears anymore. "Sirius, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. If I had just listened, it never would have happened," he cried.

Lily hugged him once more and Sirius came over and patted his back. "Harry, I don't blame you. It was my choice to leave Grimmauld Place and help the Order, no one else's. You can't blame yourself."

"Sirius is right," said Lily. Then she looked thoughtful. "Now there's something I never thought I would say."

"Hey!" said Sirius. "I take offense to that. Are you going to let her talk to me like that, Prongs?"

"Lily can do whatever she wants. You should know that by now."

"And yet she chose to marry you," said Sirius grinning.

"Touché, old friend," said James.

Harry could have sat there and watched them talk forever. He knew this was the best day of his life. He knew that every time he had to make a patronus from now on, he would just think of this moment and he could fend off a million dementors.

Best of all, he knew Sirius didn't blame him.

After a few more hours of conversation, in which Harry had told them how their Marauder's Map had brilliantly insulted Snape (which caused James and Sirius to dissolve into a laughing fit), they told Harry that it was time for them to go.

Although it seemed to Harry that they had merely talked for a few minutes, in reality it had been nearly the whole day. He didn't even realize that he was starving as it was nearly five o'clock.

"Do you have to go?" Harry asked, the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, yes, Harry," said Lily, trying not to cry herself.

"Harry, always know that we are with you. We will be watching over you wherever you go."

"I hope that doesn't include the loo," said Sirius, lightly.

Harry laughed through the tears. He had no idea it would be this hard to say good-bye. Now he knew why Dumbledore had asked him if he was sure. He knew he would never see them again, and couldn't bare letting them go.

"We love you, Harry, and always will. Never forget that," said Lily giving Harry one last hug.

He reluctantly let her go. "Keep showing the Slytherins who's the best house, and tell Moony we said hello," said James hugging Harry next.

"Yeah, and tell Snape I said 'hello.' Give him hell from me," said Sirius hugging Harry last.

"Ignore Sirius, Harry, dying must have scrambled his brain, although he was like this when he was alive, so…" said Lily slightly annoyed, "We don't want you getting into any trouble."

Harry nodded, laughing, but he was sure that he saw her wink when James and Sirius weren't looking.

The three of them went and stood back in the circle, becoming transparent once more.

Harry stood there and looked at them…his family…the best family he could have ever asked for.

He sat staring at the circle of candles where his family had stood, even after they had disappeared.

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Phew! Finally. I didn't think I was ever going to finish that one. Thank you for your patience and I hope the wait was worth it. May I offer a lame excuse: I've been hella sick. Still am. I've had this stupid cough for about a month.

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