Welcome Home, Lily and James

Author: Sugar Quill

Date: February 2003

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and his friends, JK Rowling does. Nothing but the plot and a few original characters belong to me.

Summary: Lily and James Potter are alive. Somehow, they survived that horrible night, and with a few minutes to spare before losing their memory, they conjured up fake bodies and left Godric's Hollow very reluctantly. Now, fourteen years later, after moving around frequently, they settle down at 06 Privet Drive, not knowing their fifteen year old son lives in the house in front of theirs.

A/N: I have the most brilliant idea ever! Well, for me, that is. You see, my newest story "The Tutor" deals with Lily and James' life at Hogwarts. And this one deals with Harry's mixed with Lily and James'. Well, my idea is to let TT be the main story and this would be its sequel! Ain't that just so brill? I guess that means I have to put this on hold for a while until I finish it, or get past this huge climax coming up. So, that's it. I'll have to get in touch with my beta.

A/N 2: Now, I have a few reasons as to why Lily & James don't remember them and how they escaped Voldie, but that's coming up later. So, as of now, this story is being halted until I finish The Tutor. I have to, because if I keep going on, I will probably end up spoiling the whole story. And I don't feel like giving up my reason for something yet.

Somewhere Not Too Far From Hogwarts

Peter Pettigrew

"Wormtail," Lord Voldemort shouted at his faithful servant Peter Pettigrew, who seemed to be daydreaming.

Peter snapped out of his daze and gulped.

He had done it again—he'd drifted off. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help think of the "old days" when Peter was friends/allies with the Marauders. The news that the Potters' could be alive had shaken him to the core. If the Potters' were in fact alive, Peter knew very well that they could turn him in. Say that it wasn't Sirius who'd betrayed them, but little, squeaky Peter.

"Yes, M-master?" he squeaked, beads of perspiration beading his brow.

Voldemort hissed. "How could they be alive!? I made sure to kill them; they shouldn't be here! They could have done so much damage to us, the Death Eaters, but I eliminated them and attempted to eliminate their heir."

He glared at Wormtail. "We need a plan. We need a plan to get the Potters' alive—all three of them Wormtail. Have any suggestions?"

Peter fidgeted. "We could use S-Severus Snape to get information from his girlfriend. He's dating Li—Lily's sister. Then we could attack them when they're vulnerable. We'd have a spy there, so it'd be easy."

Voldemort grinned evilly. "I always knew you had some good brain cells up there! It's perfect, Wormtail. It's like a…an early birthday present. Thank you, Wormtail."

Wormtail's eyes widened. "Yes, you're welcome, Master."

"Now," Voldemort snapped, "get me a diet coke, hmm? It's the only good thing Muggles can produce."

Nodding, Wormtail scampered towards the house's kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and his baby blue eyes widened; there were no cokes. He started sweating. His Master would hurt him if he didn't get a diet coke for him.

Peter's eyes drifted to his silver hand. He jumped. He was still getting used to the glove-like hand. Flexing it, he nodded dimly. It was a beautiful hand, but he liked his other one better. He bit his lip and got a cucumber from the refrigerator. He took his wand out, said a spell, and the cucumber was now a diet coke. Peter hoped it would taste all right.

Walking slowly back to his Master's room, Peter gripped the drink tightly. He didn't want to let go; it was his only life saver. He shook his head; he'd been watching too many Muggle movies and eating too much sugar.

"Ah, what took you so long, Wormtail? Thought you got lost," Voldemort snorted, taking the coke out of Peter's chubby hands. He opened the can and took a long gulp.

"Do you need anything else, Master?"

Voldemort pondered this while taking another sip of soda. He nodded, and his blood red eyes focused themselves on something behind Peter.

"Dispose of those bodies," he said unperturbedly. He grinned sadistically. "They won't be needing this house anymore, will they, now?"

"Of course not, Master," Peter said, while turning to the foul smelling corpses behind him. He took his wand out again, and floated the bodies to the roaring fire in the beautiful fireplace, and with a flick of his wand, the bodies fell into the fire, the smell of burning flesh reaching his nose.

"Smell that, Wormtail? It's the smell of victory. I shall bring down the Potter family, and I'll laugh while doing it," Voldemort said maliciously.

Peter smiled nervously and nodded.

End of Peter Pettigrew

Harry Potter

Harry was resting on the bed Lily and James had given him, and was eating some crackers, watching television. Stuffing two in his mouth at a time, Harry couldn't help but think of Hermione's words. She thought she loved him. He hadn't had anyone love him since his parents…they were alive, but didn't remember him. Maybe it would be a good thing.

…Or maybe not. Harry had a distinct feeling that Ron liked Hermione. No, not a feeling, he knew Ron liked Hermione. He mentally groaned. Last year after the Yule Ball he'd found them arguing in the Common Room. Harry should've marked that down in his little black book--that didn't exist, mind you--for 'Ron, Hermione & Harry: The Trio's Love Triangle.'

When Hermione had admitted her feelings, Ron had stormed out. He knew if he admitted feelings he wasn't sure he had to Hermione, Ron would hate him.

So here he was, the famous Harry Potter--The-Boy-Who-Had-Lived-And-His-Parents-Too-Apparently--on a Saturday night, brooding.

There was a knock on his door, and Harry panicked. He scooped up the crackers and put them back in the box, he drank some soda and swished it around in his mouth, tried to fix his hair--keyword here: tried--and muted the TV.

"Harry? Can we come in?" It was Lily and James.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. It is your house, after all."

Opening the door, they came in, and Harry had to keep from crying out. He had flashes of something like that; Lily and James coming through the door and cooing at him.

"Harry, is everything alright?" Lily asked, curiosity shining in her eyes.

"Yes, Mrs. Potter," Harry replied somewhat curtly.

Lily winced and looked at James. He nodded. "Harry, do you mind me asking you a few questions?"

"No, not really--but it depends on the question."

Lily nodded. "I see. What year were you born in?"

"Nineteen-eighty (1980), July thirty-first (July 31)," Harry replied, his eyes glued on the TV.

"Hmm. And where are your parents?"

"Dead," Harry said, glancing at James and Lily.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. What were their names?" Lily said.

"Lily and James Potter," he said, now looking at them, confusion in his eyes.

Lily smiled. "Do we look anything like them?"

"Actually, hold on," Harry said, getting out of bed and heading towards his trunk. He searched through the stuff, and finally found what he was looking for; the photo album Hagrid had given him in his First Year.

He walked back to Lily and James, thumbing through the pages, and found one he wanted them to see. It was one of his parents' wedding. His mum and dad were smiling into the camera, surrounded by Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and what he assumed were his grandparents, all of them also grinning. It was a Muggle picture, so he didn't have to be worried if they saw it. He showed it to them, and Lily became teary eyed.

"I look so much like her," she breathed running a finger over the picture.

James, who had stayed quiet, looked at the album. "Well, we've got the same hair, kiddo," he joked. "Who're they?"

Harry looked at who he was pointing at and grinned. "My godfather and my dad's other best friends."

"So which is which?" he asked.

"Well, that man standing next to my dad grinning is…Sirius Black. And the sober, serious looking guy is Remus Lupin. And the short, pudgy guy is Peter Pettigrew. He killed my parents."

Lily gasped, and James bowed his head. "He's so--small!"

Harry smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, I meant he betrayed them. He was…well, he told this man who wanted to kill them where they were, and the man went after them. It was Halloween, and my parents knew he was after them, so they were…in hiding. He…uh, came after us. He killed my dad, and then my mum after she'd tried to protect me. And well, I survived."

Lily was practically in tears, and James had a somber look on his face. Lily sniffled. "I see why Mrs. Dursley thought I was her sister. That's such a sad story, Harry."

"Well, y'know, you look exactly like my mum, you even sound like her."

"Sound like her? How would you know? I thought you were young," Lily said confused.

Harry blushed. "I remember. I heard her, screaming."

"What did your parents do to this man that made him kill them?" James asked.

"I'm not sure. He…well, no one's told me much, but I know that he killed a lot of people before. And now that he's back, he's already murdered a few more."

"Back?" James asked, confused.

"Yeah, Mr. Potter, he's back and--"

"Voldemort," Lily said suddenly, snapping her fingers.

End of Harry Potter

Petunia Dursley soon-to-be-again Evans

"So, you left him?" Severus Snape asked, his black eyes glittering.

"Yes," Petunia grinned. "We're getting a divorce. And then, we can raise our baby together."

Severus was floored. He looked shocked, and Petunia loved that look. She smiled when Severus touched her stomach ever so lightly. She cocked her head and gave him a look that said 'I'm not made of glass, you know.' He pressed his hand a bit harder on her stomach and frowned.

"I can't feel anything," he griped. "Aren't I supposed to feel it kick?"

Petunia laughed heartily. "Not until later. The baby isn't developed enough to kick, Severus."

"Oh."

"Don't oh me. You'll feel the baby kick, I promise. You'll be the first to feel it, hmm?"

"Good. But wait, he won't be as whale-like as your other kid, will he?" Severus asked suddenly.

Petunia frowned. "I hope not. All Dudley did was eat. Our baby will be as slim as…a stalk. Oh, and Severus?"

"Yes, Petunia?"

"Whoever said the baby was a boy?"

The neighbors of Severus Snape heard a shout and then a loud THUMP!, and wondered what on earth could've happened. But they stopped wondering when--after a few moments--someone shouted "A girl? We're having a girl?" and "Yes! Severus, a little baby girl we can dress up!" After that, they heard another thump.

Back in the Snape household, Petunia was trying to wake him up without using magic. She still was a bit shaky.

She splashed water on him and he sputtered. "I'm thinking of Julie or Julia for a name. Do you have any ideas?"

Severus wiped the water off his face and scowled at his girlfriend. "Tom."

"Tom? Severus, that's a boy's name."

"Exactly; we're having a boy, not some knitting, little girl."

"No, you look here, we can't change the sex of our child, just because you want someone to carry out the Snape name," Petunia said sternly.

Severus pouted and Petunia hit his shoulder. "You don't look right."

"Can we…can we have a boy some other day?"

Laughing, Petunia nodded. "Some day there will be a little Severus Snape running around, spitting out curses, and glaring at the wall."

"Oh, do shut up."

"My pleasure."

End of Petunia Dursley soon-to-be-again Evans

Harry Potter -- again

Harry gaped at Lily while James looked at her curiously.

"What was that, honey?"

Lily snapped her fingers again. "The man's name who killed your parents; it's Voldemort, isn't it? James, what did I tell you? Everything is falling into place. Those men, who picked us up, look exactly like the men in the album, and my dreams. James! I think we're Harry's parents."

There was a knock on Harry's window, and Harry's eyes widened. "That's all good, but would you excuse me? I have to…do something. Come back when it's open!" he said, while pushing them out the door, grabbed the photo album out of her hands, and shut the door in their faces.

Panting, Harry ran to the window, opened it, and let the owl in. It was a brown tawny owl; he'd never seen it before. Maybe it was Sirius'?

He opened the parcel it was carrying and his eyes widened. It was a letter from Remus and a Daily Prophet clipping. Maybe the Weasleys won another vacation?

Harry,

            Sirius and I are terribly sorry for how we acted when we saw them. If you could tell them that, we'd be gracious.

            But that's not the reason I've written you, and not Sirius. Early this summer, Sirius was caught. Harry, do not panic. Sirius is safe here at my house, eating all the food in my refrigerator, and says hello. I'm sure you've not heard this, but Arthur Weasley was promoted to Minister of Magic. Fudge was sacked. No one knows except for the Ministry, Sirius and I, Molly, and now you. I presume Arthur has told his family tonight. After Sirius had been caught, Arthur called me in immediately.

            Sirius told the truth and Arthur believed him--bless that man and his family. Albus also testified in court that in fact, at Hogwarts, they'd given him the potion and he'd told them the exact same thing.

            Fudge tried to say that after thirteen years in Azkaban had driven him insane, and Sirius retorted with an embarrassing secret about Fudge that I will not tell you--ever. Though, Sirius probably will, considering how funny he thinks it is. It was funny, though.

            To be frank with you, Sirius is free. No more hiding, no more running, he's free.

            Well, I'll leave you with this news, and let you rejoice.

            Sincerely,

                        Remus Lupin & Sirius Black

            PS: (muddy paw prints)

Harry was stunned. Sirius had been freed? That was great news! He'd be free to visit him whenever he pleased! Maybe even go to Hogwarts and pop in just to say hello! He looked at the clipping and grinned when he saw the headline: "SIRIUS BLACK CLEARED OF ALL CHARGES." He didn't even need to read it!

He threw open the door and saw Lily and James standing there. "Sirius and Remus say sorry about earlier."

"See, James? What did I tell you?"

"Okay, maybe we are Harry's parents--"

"Oh, my goodness! Are those people moving in that picture?" Lily asked unexpectedly, looking at the clipping in Harry's hand.

"No, of course not," he chuckled. Harry stuffed the clipping in his pants pocket and grinned at the Potters'. They stared at him curiously, and he shrugged.

"'Night!" he grinned, and shut the door again, and hopped on his bed, turned the volume up, and grinned. Things were going pretty well. With Sirius freed, and him not even thinking if he had any feelings for Hermione, he was going to enjoy his Dursley-free summer, and enjoy his time with his parents.

End of Harry Potter

And end of ch.3. Hope you liked it, and sorry for the shortness, Angelus wants to finish ch.3 for TT. So, yeah, what can ya do if your muse is jumping up and down for something? You have to give it to him. He's so cute, though… Anyways, since I won't do the next chapter for a while, there's no need to do the "On the next" thing.

~Sugar Quill