"Harry is that you?" The redhead asked.
Harry stood up. His knees were shaking and it felt as if he was going to fall again.
"Um…yes. How did you know my…" Harry started but he was cut off. The redheaded woman threw her arms around his neck and started crying.
"I thought that you were dead." She sobbed into his shoulder. The black haired one stared at him. His eyes were brown and hair was unruly.
"Who are you?" Harry asked the two of them.
"We're James and Lily Potter, your parents." said James.
"What? That's impossible. My parents got killed on October 31st by Lord Voldemort, I got a scar from when he tried to kill me, I got left at the Dursley's', and the whole wizarding world say that you are dead! I was told by Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, Hagrid and…." Harry yelled. The two that claimed that they were his parents were shocked.
"You know Dumbledore and Sirius?" The man asked.
"Yes."
"Come and sit down dear." The woman sighed as she motioned the two of them towards the table. Harry walked over to the pine wood table and took the tea that was offered to him.
"Harry," the woman spoke again "we are your parents. You can ask us anything and we will answer it if it'll help you believe it."
Harry thought about it for a few minutes. This question could determine the fact if his parents were truly the people sitting in front of him. It took him a while but he thought of it. "If you really are my parents, how did you stay alive when Voldemort used the killing curse on you?"
The man sighed "Harry you do know about Godrick Gryffindor right? Well I am a descendent of him. So we are his heirs. When that little rat Peter squealed on us to Voldemort and he came, we got protected by the spirit of Godrick. After I was hit I could feel it leave me." The man said seriously.
"I felt it enter me. I didn't know what it was so I got scared. After I got hit I too felt its presence leave and I guess that it must have entered you." Lily added.
"But why did I get a scar?" Harry questioned.
"You were only a baby Harry, your body must have still been adjusting to it when you got hit so you got scared. After the years, you must have grown used to it." The woman replied.
"Is there anything else that you want to know Harry?" James asked.
"Yes. Why didn't you come to get me?"
"Harry we searched everywhere for you but we couldn't find any signs of you being alive. We never thought that you'd be at the Dursley's, after all my sister wasn't the biggest fan of the un-natural." Lily spoke. "If she was a fan at all."
"How did you know where our house is?" James asked
"Sirius gave it to me. He figured that I'd like to see if there was anything left to take as a souvenir." Harry told him.
James' eyes grew wide "Sirius, you mean Padfoot? That old dog. I thought that he died. He never did visit us. Nor did he respond to the letters we sent."
"You must be tired Harry. Why don't I show you to where you can sleep." His mom said. Harry did feel tired; he glanced at the clock and saw that it read 11:45. He followed her up the stairs to a room painted white. In the corner there was a crib with stuffed animals in it. A wicker rocking chair with a baby blanket over the back of it and a bookshelf filled with picture books. Near it, there was a toy broom and a ball with wings that seemed to be made out of rubber,
"This was your room when you were a baby. I'll get you a better bed in a minute; I hardly think that you could fit in that tiny crib of yours." She smiled. With a flick of her wand, the stuffed animals flew out in to a pile and the bed grew several times its size.
His mother turned to walk out, she began to close the door as she whispered "Good-night."
Harry climbed into bed and toughed so this is what it's like to have parents'
Harry stood up. His knees were shaking and it felt as if he was going to fall again.
"Um…yes. How did you know my…" Harry started but he was cut off. The redheaded woman threw her arms around his neck and started crying.
"I thought that you were dead." She sobbed into his shoulder. The black haired one stared at him. His eyes were brown and hair was unruly.
"Who are you?" Harry asked the two of them.
"We're James and Lily Potter, your parents." said James.
"What? That's impossible. My parents got killed on October 31st by Lord Voldemort, I got a scar from when he tried to kill me, I got left at the Dursley's', and the whole wizarding world say that you are dead! I was told by Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge, Hagrid and…." Harry yelled. The two that claimed that they were his parents were shocked.
"You know Dumbledore and Sirius?" The man asked.
"Yes."
"Come and sit down dear." The woman sighed as she motioned the two of them towards the table. Harry walked over to the pine wood table and took the tea that was offered to him.
"Harry," the woman spoke again "we are your parents. You can ask us anything and we will answer it if it'll help you believe it."
Harry thought about it for a few minutes. This question could determine the fact if his parents were truly the people sitting in front of him. It took him a while but he thought of it. "If you really are my parents, how did you stay alive when Voldemort used the killing curse on you?"
The man sighed "Harry you do know about Godrick Gryffindor right? Well I am a descendent of him. So we are his heirs. When that little rat Peter squealed on us to Voldemort and he came, we got protected by the spirit of Godrick. After I was hit I could feel it leave me." The man said seriously.
"I felt it enter me. I didn't know what it was so I got scared. After I got hit I too felt its presence leave and I guess that it must have entered you." Lily added.
"But why did I get a scar?" Harry questioned.
"You were only a baby Harry, your body must have still been adjusting to it when you got hit so you got scared. After the years, you must have grown used to it." The woman replied.
"Is there anything else that you want to know Harry?" James asked.
"Yes. Why didn't you come to get me?"
"Harry we searched everywhere for you but we couldn't find any signs of you being alive. We never thought that you'd be at the Dursley's, after all my sister wasn't the biggest fan of the un-natural." Lily spoke. "If she was a fan at all."
"How did you know where our house is?" James asked
"Sirius gave it to me. He figured that I'd like to see if there was anything left to take as a souvenir." Harry told him.
James' eyes grew wide "Sirius, you mean Padfoot? That old dog. I thought that he died. He never did visit us. Nor did he respond to the letters we sent."
"You must be tired Harry. Why don't I show you to where you can sleep." His mom said. Harry did feel tired; he glanced at the clock and saw that it read 11:45. He followed her up the stairs to a room painted white. In the corner there was a crib with stuffed animals in it. A wicker rocking chair with a baby blanket over the back of it and a bookshelf filled with picture books. Near it, there was a toy broom and a ball with wings that seemed to be made out of rubber,
"This was your room when you were a baby. I'll get you a better bed in a minute; I hardly think that you could fit in that tiny crib of yours." She smiled. With a flick of her wand, the stuffed animals flew out in to a pile and the bed grew several times its size.
His mother turned to walk out, she began to close the door as she whispered "Good-night."
Harry climbed into bed and toughed so this is what it's like to have parents'