Chapter 8: A Good Prayer and a Great Friendship

"They're.they're.they're waking up!" Harry had been yelling so loud, he didn't know how he was still talking.

Slowly, but surely, both his red headed and bushy haired friends began to rise.

Harry stood staring. He wasn't sure what it was that worked: the potion or the prayer. He was just about to side with the potion when something caught the corner of his eye.

There by the door was a set of animals both semi-transparent. However, he knew what they both were: a black dog stood on his hind legs leaning against the door, and next to him on all fours was a large stag.

"Sirius?" Harry was whispering. He was half afraid that if he acknowledged their presence, they would disappear, but they didn't. "Dad?"

The two animals nodded. Harry moved away from the crowd examining his two friends. He motioned towards them. They remained in place. He went over to them and closed that door. As he approached them, they began to blur.

"No! Don't go!" Harry whispered. But they weren't vanishing. They were transforming. Right before Harry's eyes, his father and god father began to take their human shape in front of him. For the first time, he saw a physical James "Prongs" Potter. Next to his father was his godfather, Sirius "Padfoot" Black. Harry was flooded with emotion. He ran towards them to hug them. James, too, looked like he could cry.

Harry reached his father and hugged him. He was barring all emotions. Tears were flooding down his face, his glasses were all fogged up as were his emotional father's. Harry turned slowly.

"Sirius." he sighed. "I've never missed a person as much as I missed you!" He had Sirius in a bear hug. "I love you guys so much!"

Suddenly, he felt a great was of disappointment. James and Sirius must have noticed. Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder. James looked at his son.

"What's wrong, son?" It was the first time to ever hear his father's voice. It sounded just like Harry's, only a little deeper. Harry was a miniature living replica of his late father. All except of a scar on his forehead and a different shade of eyes.

"I just wish I could see my mother. I would have thought that my mom would have been here if you two were."

"Well, of course I'm here! Wouldn't miss seeing you for anything!"
"MOM!" Harry's voice was still quite strong considering all his previous screaming. He was glad he had decided to close the door to the infirmiry before starting his conversation.

He ran towards his mother. He had never beenmore overcome with happiness. Finding he could leave the Dursleys' was nothing compared to this. It was better than when Alastor Moody's imposter cast the Imperius curse.

"My darling boy!" Lily, too, had tears forming in her eyes. She was quite beautiful. Her long red fiery hair hung loose but stayed oh so tidy. So different from Harry and James'. But her eyes were every bit as gorgeous and green as Harry's.

"We have to go, Harry, but know this: we'll always be with you!" Sirius said, his voice was starting to crack up.

"See you, eventually." Harry's voice was cracking, too. "I hope I can see you again soon."

And with that, they faded away and left Harry with tears in his eyes and absolute happiness.