Chapter 2- He's Ba-ack!

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP....

Harry Potter awoke with a start, immeadiatly put on his glasses, and shut the alarm off. Harry had set it for a reason. All he asked the Dursley's this summer was to leave him alone for his birthday, and surprisingly, they agreed. So, for once Harry was able to awake to his own clock, instead of Aunt Petunia's screeching voice. This was a lie in for Harry, being 10 A.M. As Harry got up and put his slippers on, he noticed the small pile of wrapped presents at the foot of his bed, as well as Hedwig, who had been out the past few days, and a small brown fuzzy tennis ball, whom he immeadiatly recognized as Pigwidgeon, both sitting in Hedwig's cage, Hedwig sipping her water and Pig snoozing.
Harry approached the presents, and picked the first package and card up, which could easily be distinguished as Hagrid's thanks to the scribbly handwriting. Harry, as usual, first read the card.


Harry,
Happy Birthday! Lucky 15! I thought, since you're so good at seeing and catching small things, like the snitch, you'd be good at seeing and hitting other small things also, such as a bullseye. So, if ya practice and get good, we can have a little contest when you visit me during the school year.

-Hagrid

P.S.- "Try" not to hit your cousin too many times.


Harry, a little confused by the card, finally understands when he opens the box, and finds a crossbow, much like Hagrid owns, inside, accompnied by about 25 arrows, though these one's only have small tips, so as not to pierce the skin too bad.

"Yes, I'm going Dudley hunting tomorrow."

Harry, chuckling at his own little joke, proceeds onto the next present, which happens to be from Hermione. The card had a picture of a kangaroo on the front.


Heya Harry,
Greetings from the land down under! My family went on our annual trip to Australia, you wouldn't beleive the amazing scenery down here. Plus, I think you'd appreciate the huge rivalry down here, the Thundelarra Thunderer's and the Woollongong Warrior's rivalry is just as hardcore as the Gryffindor- Slytherin one. Anyways, hope you like your present, and I'll see you at Ron's in a couple weeks hopefully.

-Hermione

Harry opened his package from Hermione, to find a book, The Australian Quidditch League: Fast and Furious Aussi's Show Their Stuff. Harry, after flipping through the pages a bit, and knowing he was going to read that book straight through tonight, put it down, also knowing he didn't have a lot of time, because of the meeting at noon.

The next package he picked up was Ron's. Harry picked up and unfolded the card, wondering what Ron was up to.


Harry,
Guess what! My brothers bought me new dress robes!! Dark blue, without a hint of lace! Anyways, Mum says Dumbledore might let you come here in a couple of weeks. Anyways, hope you like your present.

-Ron

P.S.- Ginny says "Hi"


Harry quickly tore the wrappings off his paper, to reveal a picture of him, in his Quidditch robes, holding his old Nimbus 2000, it was a picture of his first year. The picture looked at him, then began talking at a record speed.

"Hey, your me aren't you, or am I you? I am you, a younger version. Whats going on me? Oh, a crossbow, can I shoot it, wait, I'm a picture, I can't shoot it, thats why when I said I I meant you, yea, that's what I meant."

Harry laughed as he put the picture down up on his dresser, and started a animated, mostly one sided, him being on the non talking side, conversation with the younger, enchanted him.

As Professor Dumbledore worked silently at his desk, there was a tapping at his door.

"Come in!"

Looking up, Dumbledore see's Remus walk into the room, with a big black dog in tow, which changed into Sirius Black when the door was safely shut.

"Ahhh, Remus, Sirius, have a seat will you, I'm sure Harry will be here soon."

As 12 rolled around, there was another tapping on the headmaster's door.

"Ahh, that must be Harry, Sirius, if you would."

Sirius got up and opened the door, which, opening inward, wouldn't let Dumbledore or Remus see whose at the door. Sirius opened the door and spoke.

"Heya Harry, come on i...wait a second, oh god!"

Sirius Black then fainted, falling straight on his back, out like a light.

Remus and Dumbledore both shot out of their seats, to see who was at the door, when the person walked in himself, carefully trying not to walk on Sirius, the person stepped into the room, revealing himself to be...James Potter.

When Sirius revived, he found Professor Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, Remus in a chair in front of it, as well as, no, it's not James, he's dead.

"James, James is that really you?"

"Yes Padfoot, it is, old friend."

"PRONGS!!!!!!!"

Sirius quickly ran over to James and hugged him for almost two minutes straight, until Professor Dumbledore spoke.

"Sirius, would you please take a seat."

"Ah, yes Professor."

"Sirius, though this does seem just like the many times you three sat before my desk while you were in school, it's not, so you can call me Albus. Now, James, first off I must ask, how did you get here?"

"I'm not even sure how I'm alive Professor. I know I was hit with Avada Kedavra, and obviously some time has passed, seeing Sirius and Remus. But, this morning, I awoke, in my bed, in Godric's Hollow. I didn't know what was going on, so, I apparated outside Hogwart's ground, and walked here. Professor, I don't know what to do, Lily and Harry are gone, I saw the Prophet on the way here, it said more muggle killings, so I guess Voldemort is still alive. Lily...Harry.....gone, Professor, what do I do?

By now James was crying about his family.

"James."

"Yes Professor?"

"Wait, Professor, let me, please."

"If you wish Sirius."

"What, what is it?"

"Prongs, Harry's alive, and he's a fifth year Gryffindor here.

"What? You must be crazy Padfoot, Voldemort was at our house, he never leave's anyone behind, and we all know he wanted Harry above all else."

"Yes Prongs, I know, but, Harry survived, Harry survived Avada Kedavra."

"He, he survived?!? Where is he!?"

"He's living with the Dursley's, Lily's sister's family."

"Let's go get him then!"

Just then, there was another knocking on Dumbledore's door.

"James, I don't think that will be necessary."



Harry and his picture self were in the middle of a conversation about the time he, Ron, and Hermione killed the troll, when Harry looked at the clock, revealing he was over a half an hour late for his Hogarts meeting.

"Oh, jeez, ahh Harry, I mean me, I mean mini- me, I mean picture me, I hafta go, bye."

"Oh, I see how it is, you just run off, bye!"

Harry quickly jumped off and got changed in less than 5 minutes. He then dived onto the floor, opened the loose floorboard, grabbed an old "Reader's Digest", and before he knew it, he felt that familiar navel being pulled sensation, and then, quickly as it happened, Harry felt himself in front of the door into Dumbledore's office. He knocked on the door. A few seconds later a voice came from inside.

"Ahhhhh, come in Harry."

Harry opened the door, and saw Professor Dumbledore, Remus, Sirius, and himself, no....wait.....and Harry was out just as Sirius had been only a half an hour earlier.

Harry awoke to those familiar twinkling eyes behind the half moon spectacles looking down on him.

"Why hello Harry, are you ok?"

"Ahhhh, yes, I think I just saw, no, I'm sorry, not enough sleep, I'm hallucinating."

"What did you think you saw Harry?"

"I think I saw my father, Professor."

"Harry, you did."