A/N: I would like to thank Ami Black. U R my first reviewer! * sheds tear*

Disclaimer: you know the usual. I don't own HP, or I would know all of Rowling's secrets! MUAHAHAHAHAH! Er. right. Now, to the story.

Chapter three: Home and Memories Part One

".Would you like to.go home?"

" Home? Godric's Hollow?" Dumbledore nodded. Harry was silent for a while.

" I knew I shouldn't have suggested it."

" No. I'll go. I want to go. I haven't seen my home in 14 years."

Harry, are you sure? Dumbledore asked him through thought.

" I'm sure. Can Sirius come with me?"

" I suppose."

" Can we go right now?"

" Now? I'll have to arrange a.er. portkey. nevermind." He said quietly. Harry doesn't like Portkeys, does he?

" No, I don't. That's ok, we'll Apperate. See you there, Sirius." Harry, somehow knowing what to do, willed himself at Godric's Hollow. His feet lifted themselves off of the ground, and a second later; he was standing at the entrance of a small village. He couldn't tell if it was magic or muggle. The last thing he heard in Gryffindor Tower was both of the adults thinking simultaneously, but you can't Apperate inside of Hogwarts! He laughed at that. For some reason, at that moment he just knew that he could. Were there more to these powers than Dumbledore said?

Harry looked down the street, and suddenly he recognized everything as though he had lived there all his life. He soon learned that this town was half wizard, half muggle, and people looked at him oddly.

Some people looked at him as if they recognized him, but couldn't remember from where. Others, obviously wizards, came and shook his hand, saying, and "Welcome back, Harry Potter!" Still others came up to him with wide, unbelieving eyes and said, " James? James Potter? Is it really you?" To this, Harry would say, " No, I'm his son."

As Harry walked past every home, every shop, he remembered it as though he had known of it all along. He vaguely remembered having many dreams of this town but forgetting them when he woke. Harry somehow knew the way to his home. As he passed one house, the occupant ran up to him.

" James? Is that you?" The man said in disbelief. He then noticed Harry's scar. " No, no it cannot be! Harry Potter! I remember you when you were a little baby, barely a year old! Welcome back! The last time I saw you. it was a month before You know Who came."

" Please, call him Voldemort. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself." Suddenly, Harry recognized the man. " You're, you're Mundungus Fletcher! You used to baby sit me!"

The man shed a tear. " Yes, yes I did. I heard of what happened with the Tri Wizard Tournament this year. I didn't believe any of those articles by Rita Skeeter, I'll have you know. That woman is a liar."

" Yes. She just wanted to get my friends and me in trouble."

" So, why are you here today?"

" Well, Professor Dumbledore says that I am receiving special powers now that I am 15, and he says that my parents owned a phoenix. I am coming to get him."

" Ah, Phoebe. I remember her. Sometimes I can hear her singing her eerie song at night. I wish I owned a phoenix. Anyway, nice to see you, Harry. If you ever need anything, you can come to me." Poor Boy. He's been through so much. I heard about everything from Dumbledore when he contacted me for the Order of the Phoenix.

" Er. one of my new powers is to read thoughts. I .er. accidentally heard what you just said."

The man looked slightly embarrassed. " Well, please don't ask me to explain the Order, Dumbledore instructed not to tell anyone. But you will find out soon enough. By the way, I have one question for you, Harry. Your parents knew you were going to be a quidditch player. I was wondering."

Harry smiled. " I am a Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

" Wow! Well, I'll see you later, Harry."

" Bye, Mr. Fletcher." Harry went on to his house. Suddenly, he heard eerie music that warmed his heart. He knew it was phoenix song. For some reason, Harry called, "Phoebe! Phoebe! It's Harry" Harry didn't know why he did it, but when he said it, instead of speaking human, he spoke in the same eerie song. He tried again. " Phoebe?" this was also in song. Then, he heard a bird from far away call. " Harry? Harry Potter?" Harry laughed. He could talk to phoenixes. This was one of his new powers. " Yes! I am coming!"

Harry went down the road when he saw a small house that looked like there was a small fire there many years ago. The grass was overgrown with weeds, the front door was holding on by the hinges, and only half of the house was still standing. A dark and almost entirely black cloud hung over that house. Sirius and Dumbledore were standing by the gate, staring at it. Harry came over to them.

" Professor, you forgot to mention another power I have. I can talk to phoenixes."

" You what?"

" I heard Phoebe singing, and I called to her. Watch." He turned to the house and said, "Phoebe!" But instead of human, an eerie song escaped his lips. Dumbledore and Sirius looked astounded.

The Phoenix answered him. " Harry! Come here!"

With out another word, Harry walked to the gate. He opened it easily. Harry didn't know that no one, wizard or muggle, had been able to open the gate since the fateful night. An invisible force of love protected the house and no one else could enter.

Harry proceeded to the door. It squeaked as he opened it. He took a deep breath and stepped inside. Instantly, memories of his childhood flooded back to his mind. As he entered the family room, he remembered playing with quidditch balls with his father. He also remembered something else.

* Flashback*

Lily was sitting on the couch. Harry was sitting on James's lap.

" Try to get him to speak, James! Harry! Har-ry! Say, Lily!"

" No, don't listen to your mother! Say James! Or Quidditch. Say James is the best Chaser in the world!" But Harry just looked at the both of them. He looked like he was debating over what he should actually tell them. And as the 15-year-old Harry watched this scene as though he were there, (which he was) he could read the baby's thoughts.

What should I tell them? Baby Harry was thinking. Saying James or Lily is so boring. And suddenly, it came to the baby's head exactly what to say, and the baby knew these would be the greatest first words ever.

"ONE DAY SOON, THE DARK ONE WILL COME LOOKING FOR THE LIGHT BECAUSE OF A TRAITOROUS FRIEND. THE STAG AND FLOWER WILL DIE, BUT THE CHILD OF LIGHT WILL LIVE ON. THE CHILD WILL WAIT MANY YEARS BEFORE HE IS BROUGHT BACK INTO THE MAGICAL WORLD, AND THROUGHOUT HIS SCHOOLING, HE WILL DEFEAT DARK SEVERAL TIMES, EVEN BECOME FORCED TO BRING THE DARK ONE BACK TO POWER. AFTER MANY YEARS OF BATTLE, THE CHILD OF LIGHT WILL DEFEAT THE DARK ONE AND THE DARK ONE WILL BE GONE FOREVER. LIGHT WILL ALWAYS TRIUMPH OVER DARK!" Harry said.

Lily and James sat there for a whole minute, staring at their baby boy who just prophesized their deaths, and Voldemort's rebirth and death. Then the two parents looked at each other.

" He's your son" James said.

" James, this is no time to joke. His first words were a bloody prophecy! What do we do?"

" Write to Dumbledore, of course!" Older Harry went back to baby Harry's thoughts.

Er. why did I say that? I think I said too much. This could alter the future. What do I do? Now, they will change secret keepers, from Peter back to Sirius, and Voldemort won't be stopped. This is bad. There is only one thing I can do. Harry started to cry. His wailing brought both parents' attention to him. When they both were looking at him, he chanted, "Obliviate!" Instantly, memories of that incident were wiped clear.

" Come on, Harry, say, James."

" No, say Lily!"

Uhh! I just said a prophecy, then wiped their memories, and they go back to this! Fine, I'll just say, " Padfoot! Padfoot! Padfoot!" Harry's parents laughed.

" He's your son!" Lily said.

*End flashback*

Harry was amazed. He just remembered as thought it were yesterday that his first words were a prophecy of his parents' and Voldemort's death, and his resurrection. And then, he preformed wandless magic to oblivate his parents' memories. What would have happened if he hadn't obliviate their memories? Would they still be alive? Would many more people be dead because Voldemort wasn't stopped? Harry decided not to dwell on things.

Again, he heard phoenix call. He followed the bird's song, and found himself walking across a room with ash all over. Suddenly, Harry didn't want to be in here. He closed his eyes and stopped walking. Again, he saw into the past.