Harry Potter and the Coma Curse:

Chapter III: Meeting.

A.N: Chapter III is here! I hope you like it! And, for your question

Muah-Baby-Muah (who asked if I could make the chapters longer), I can't really do much, as the story is already finished… I'm sorry. I hope you still like this story, even with the short chapters! ^.^!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… JKR owns it… Unfortunately, or fortunately… Depends of your point of view… I don't own the Coma Curse also, Prongs does. It was used in A New Beginning. And I have permission to use it!

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The next morning, Harry had a lot of trouble concentrating – and the fact he was hearing Professor Binns explaining the 'Goblin War II' did not help either.

He thought he was the most fortunate wizard in the world when a girl – probably a second year – knocked the door, saying that Professor Dumbledore needed to talk to him.

When Harry arrived at the front of the office, Dumbledore was already waiting for him.

"Follow me, Harry," he commanded.

Harry nodded and followed him. The young wizard looked around anxiously when they arrived, to see if James was there.

The old Headmaster smiled a bit. "He's not here yet, Harry."

Harry nodded, a little disappointed.

"Yesterday," he continued. "I talked to him. He seemed very surprised to know you lived that Halloween."

Harry nodded again, not knowing where Dumbledore was going with that conversation.

"But there's one thing, Harry."

"What is it, Professor?"

Dumbledore stayed silent for a long time – choosing his words carefully. "Harry, you know that you survived the Killing Curse… but… James doesn't."

Harry's eyes widened. "You mean…"

"That he doesn't know you defeated the Dark Lord… That you survived the Killing Curse… That you're famous…"

"But, Professor, it doesn't make sense… Everyone knows the truth. You can't keep it from him forever!"

Dumbledore sighed. "I wouldn't be keeping it forever, Harry--just until he gets used to this. He just woke up after fourteen years to find that his wife is dead. Then, he thought you were dead too. And, yesterday, he discovered you lived."

He nodded slowly. "But, what about Voldemort? What did you say about him?"

"I told him that, after he broke into the Godric's Hollow, some Aurors appeared and destroyed him."

Harry looked at him in disbelief. "And he believed that?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "I guess that, in his situation, he would believe everything I said."

"Oh." It was all he could say.

"And, like a very little number of people will know, there won't be a risk of him asking someone."  

Harry sighed and nodded. "Ron and Hermione will ask why you called me… What should I say?"

Dumbledore stayed silent for a while, thinking of an excuse. "You can say Sirius was here… and he wanted to see you." 

"Fine. Whatever."

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Harry decided to go out for a walk, to try to calm all his thoughts.

He sat by the lake, just enjoying the tranquility of the place. He stayed like that for a long time. Until, suddenly, he heard footsteps.

Harry looked up, and saw his father staring him intensively.

Silence. Everything was silent the moment Father and Son reunited. They stared into each other eyes for a long time, not believing what was happening. After all this time, they both were reunited so… suddenly. So… Abruptly.

James was the first to break it. "Harry…" He whispered, "I can't believe it…"

He walked to Harry slowly, his eyes wide. He was shocked. He kneeled by Harry, and in a sudden movement, he hugged his son.

Harry returned the hug. He felt a little awkward at first, never receiving this kind of affection before (besides Mrs. Weasley, last term), but, eventually, he gave into the warmth of the embrace. They stayed like this for a long time.

"It's so good to see you again, Harry!" James said, breaking the hug to look at his son, his voice thick with emotion.

Harry, of course, knew very well his father was alive, he had even seen him once, but what he was doing now was different.

His father was in front of him, talking to him, hugging him… It was like… Like he'd never died…

Don't be silly, Harry thought, bitterly. Don't forget Voldemort is still after you!

"Dad?" Said Harry tentatively, as if to check it was real, not some kind of dream.

James smiled. "Yes, Harry. Come on, I want to know all about you… Why don't we go somewhere else? Somewhere we can talk privately."

Harry's eyes widened. He knew what they'd talk about… The exact thing he just couldn't tell him. His past.

Too late.

They where already sitting on a bench.

Where we can talk privately.

TBC…

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