(A/N: Okay, a few notes before I begin this chapter.

1) I wasn't going to continue this story, but I decided Harry deserved a visit from his dad as well.

2) This is going to be the final chapter in this story.

3) I know I accidentally wrote that Lily's eyes were brown in the last chapter, but that has been fixed. I couldn't find my copy of 'The Philosopher's Stone' that day and was misinformed by someone in a chat room. Thanks, Night Fall's Wing, for the correction!

4) Heh, no, I haven't been watching 'The Sixth Sense'.

Disclaimer: Harry, Lily, and James Potter are all the result of J. K. Rowling's AMAZING brain meats. Praise her brain meats. Praise me for this concept. ^_^ WOO!)

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Three days had passed since Harry's ghostly visit from his mother and he still couldn't decide whether it had just been a dream or not. It was around midnight on the night of this event.

Harry lay in bed, simply staring at the cieling as he had done three nights before after he had awoken to the sound of his mother's voice. Also as he had done every night since, except then he had cried silent tears that slowly lulled him into sleep.

But this night he refused to cry. Boy's aren't supposed to cry. He should've lived up to that social standard by now.

A soft sigh escaped the boy as he felt the familiar burning in the corners of his emerald eyes. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his fists at his sides.

"No," he said aloud to himself, "I'm not doing this tonight. I'll be fifteen soon, I need to start growing up."

"One day, baby, you won't have to worry."

He jumped as his mother's voice echoed in his mind. Harry sat up and looked around, then groaned angrily at himself when he felt a tear fall from his eye.

"Damn," he muttered, hastily wiping it away.

"Don't cry, Harry." He heard it again.

"I'm not crying," said Harry like a defiant nine year-old. "I'm going to sleep." With that he lay back in his bed, pulled the blankets tightly around himself, and slowly settled to sleep.

An hour passed before his second visitor was satisfied that his son would stay asleep long enough for a decent talk.

Harry had kept his window open every night after his mom had come, so it wasn't too hard for his dad to find a way into his bedroom. A somewhat thicker mist than before slowly spilled in through the window and swirled about on the floor.

As had happened on that night when Lily visited, the mist swirled up and began to take a more solid form. After a few moments it was easy to make out a man. He looked rather young, around his mid-twenties or so. His hair was jet-black, as was Harry's, but his eyes were blue. (Correct me if I'm wrong. Once again, I consulted people in a chat room on eye color.)

His form was whole, but as with Lily, he was surrounded by a silvery aura. Unlike his wife, who took a look around the room, James looked right to Harry and grinned.

"Finally," he said in a soft voice that echoed slightly. "I get to see my son without a bunch of chaos going on."

Harry turned over in the bed to lay in his back. James kneeled down beside the bed and looked his son over.

"A bit scrawny, aren't you?" he asked with a warm smile. "But I bet you're quite the ladie's man."

A smile formed on Harry's lips, he could hear his father talking.

"Yeah...your mother told me about a girl you seem to fancy. Cho, was her name?" asked James.

The boy nodded only slightly.

"Yes, Cho," James laughed softly. "Your mom also says you've been having a bit of trouble."

"Cedric...died..."

"And she fancied Cedric?"

Harry nodded again. "Dad," he murmured in his sleep.

"What is it, Harry?"

"Don't...don't...leave..."

James frowned slightly and sighed. "I wish I didn't have to, but I do. Just sleep, Harry, and I can stay until you wake up."

"How...how do I know...it's not a...a dream?"

"Because I'm telling you it's not."

"Mm...'kay..." That was good enough for him.

"You're a good kid, Harry. I'm glad you didn't let my sister-in-law and her idiotic husband ruin you."

Harry's smile broadened.

"I'm really proud of you, kid. But, I heard you say 'damn' earlier. I don't want you using language like that, okay?"

Harry nodded.

"There's a good lad. You look more and more like me every day, Harry. And boy, your Quidditch skills! Just like your old man, Harry, I'm so proud."

A sigh of content escaped Harry. Even if this was a dream, it was a wonderful one.

There was a sound in the hallway. James looked to the door and saw a light in the hallway. He had to hurry.

"I love you, Harry. You're a good boy and very clever. Don't change, alright?"

"You...you're...leaving...?"

"I have to."

"Don't...please...dad..."

Someone started walking down the hallway. "I'm sorry, Harry." James leaned down and kissed Harry on the forehead. In the hallway, a door shut noisily and Harry awoke.

His father disappeared in a flash of silvery mist that was swept out the window. Harry sat up and looked to the window, then to the hallway. Dudley came walking past his door.

"Who were you talking to?" the boy asked, looking at Harry as if he were insane.

"I...uh..." Harry looked at the window again. "It was...no one. Just talking in my sleep, I guess."

Dudley shook his head and walked back to his own room.

Harry jumped up and ran to the window. The street was dark, even with the street lamps. He looked out and saw, hovering by his window, a cloud of silver mist which swirled around him before it flittered into the air and disappeared in the sky.

He watched it until it was out of sight, smiling all the while.

"Good-night, dad," he said to the air outside. "I love you, too."

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(A/N: Okay, that's all this story is getting. Wow, I got ten reviews in less than 24 hours. O_O;)