Just in case you're under the impression that I have magically been gifted the rights of Harry Potter, I do not own Harry Potter.
The sight that met Harry's eyes when he woke was a halo of red and light reflecting off silver glasses. "Harry!" Lily threw her arms around her son. James was right behind her, wrapping his arms around both of them.
"Mum?" Harry said, confused. "Dad? What are you...?"
"Professor Dumbledore called us," said Lily. She and James pulled back, sitting back in their chairs as Lily wiped discreetly at her eyes, and Harry noticed Professor Dumbledore standing at the foot of the bed.
"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.
Just then, everything came rushing back. "Sir! The stone! It was Quirrel! He's got the stone, quick!"
"No, he doesn't," Lily interrupted, hastily, taking Harry's hand.
"Then who does?"
"Harry, please relax," said Dumbledore. "Or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out."
Harry looked around, first at his mother, who smiled at him, then at his father. James grinned, though he looked very pale. "Don't look at us, we can't be thrown out. Parental privilege." Harry smiled shakily back.
Having calmed down and still wanting to know what happened to the stone, Dumbledore explained to Harry what happened to Quirrell, the stone, the Flamels, and Voldemort, before explaining about Lily's sacrifice and dodging a question about why Voldemort wanted to kill Harry in the first place. James and Lily had exchanged meaningful looks at that one. With everything going on since they'd woken up only a year before, they hadn't decided exactly when they wanted to tell Harry about the prophecy, only deciding to wait.
"There's something else," said Harry.
"Fire away," said Dumbledore.
"Quirrell said Snape..."
"Professor Snape."
"Yes, him. Quirrell said he hates me because he hated Dad. Is that true?"
Everyone except Lily, who rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, looked at James. James grimaced, running his hand through his hair, looking embarrassed. "Yes, well," he said. "We did give each other a hard time." Lily snorted at the understatement. "Kind of like you and Draco Malfoy," said James.
"Then your father did something Professor Snape could never forgive," said Dumbledore to Harry. "He saved his life."
"Really?" Harry said, looking at his dad, surprised.
James nodded but didn't elaborate. It was not a very pleasant memory. Dumbledore went on to explain how Snape protected Harry as repayment for that debt, which wasn't even a quarter of the story, but Snape had made it very clear, he didn't want his true motivations known, so neither James or Lily said anything.
Finally, after the last of the explanations and a Bertie Bots Every Flavored Bean, Dumbledore left, leaving the Potters alone.
Lily hugged Harry again. "Mum, I'm alright," said Harry.
"I know," she said, sitting back again. "But we were so worried. Don't ever do something like that again, young man."
James laughed a bit at that. "What? Do you think he's going to go into the dungeons alone to stop Voldemort from returning next year too?"
"I didn't think he was going to do it this year and look what happened," Lily retorted, as Harry laughed.
"How are you doing, Harry?" James asked.
"I'm fine," Harry assured them, again, noticing them both relax. "My head aches a bit, but I'm fine. I suppose you want to know what happened?"
"Oh, Ron and Hermione told us as much as they know," said James. "All the way up to that riddle room of Snape's."
"I told you it wasn't him," Lily said, looking smug.
"You were right, as usual," James admitted, good-naturedly.
"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked.
"They're outside," Lily said. "They wanted to come in, but Dumbledore got to come see you first."
"We could convince Madam Pomfrey to let them in now," James said.
Madam Pomfrey overheard. "Absolutely not."
"You're letting Lily and I in; you can't get much more exciting than that."
"You are his parents, quite different. He needs rest."
"I am resting," Harry joined in, "Look, lying down and everything." Lily and James tried not to laugh. "Please, Madam Pomfrey?"
"Oh, very well. But not for very long."
She let Hermione and Ron in, and Harry finally got around to telling what happened with Quirrell, the stone, the mirror, and Voldemort. When he told what was under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed out loud. Although James and Lily must have already known most of what happened from Dumbledore, they held each other's hands very tightly and turned pale. Not long after he finished, Madam Pomfrey arrived to shoo all four of them out of the hospital wing, insisting he needed rest.
Lily hugged Harry goodbye. "I love you," she whispered.
"Me too," Harry whispered back.
"Get better soon, son," James said, ruffling Harry's hair. "See you in a week."
"Try not to get into trouble before the end of school," Lily said, with a smile.
"See you soon." Harry waved as his parents left.
Sorry if this chapter feels a little disjointed; I really didn't want to rewrite Dumbledore's whole conversation. Anyway, the first book is over :) One down, six to go. Thank you all for sticking with this story this long!