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1 review, but I'm happy!  Thanx BURN THE R.U.M! :  Well, here's more.  Hope you like it as much as the first chapter.  There will be more soon, but maybe not 'till the weekend.  I'll try to writ before then, but it'll most likely be the weekend.,

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

Because your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

"Harry, are you ok?"

You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

But now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

"Harry, you're crying."

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

And though you're still with me

I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I've held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

"Harry, please answer me," Hermione said softly.

Harry shook as if to come awake.  He wiped his tears off his cheeks, leaving no evidence that he cried.  "What?  Oh, I'm fine."

"No, you're not, mate," Ron chimed in.  "It's Sirius, isn't it?"

Harry couldn't look up.  He felt if he moved on single muscle, that he would break.  He felt so fragile, so vulnerable.  Something his strong, brave self had never felt before.  He was tired, depressed.  And he didn't like it.  "Yeah."

"Harry, there was nothing you could do," whispered Hermione.  "It was his choice to leave."

"Yeah, but it was my stupidity to chase after Voldemort." 

Ron gave a slight shudder.  "Harry…I…he can't come back.  Do you really want to think this way?  Whatever happened, happened.  You should try to remember him as a good man instead of thinking it was all your fault that he died.  He wouldn't want you to go on like this."

Harry still wouldn't look up.  Ron was right.  But Harry couldn't rid his mind of such thoughts so quickly.  It was all too painful.

History of Magic soon ended and Harry was forced to move.  It was his last class of the day.  He was free.  The three of them walked down the halls silently.  Harry had a morbid look on his face.

BOOM!

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped dead in their tracks. 

"What was that?" squealed Ron.

Without another word, they ran to the classroom where they heard the noise coming from.  Luckily, it was empty.

"Is everyone ok?" came a familiar voice.  "Prongs, nice work!"

As Harry heard the word "Prongs", his attention seemed to be more focused.

"Evans, what the hell are you doing?"

"I came to talk to you, James.  What did you do?" came a soft female voice.

"It's a time spell," came yet another familiar voice.  "We found it in the restricted section.  We're in the future!  I don't know how far, though."

"WHAT THE BLOODY-" the female screamed.

"Calm down, Evans.  I can get us back…I think," said James.

"YOU WHAT?!"

"Calm down, Lily.  We'll be fine.  James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter know what they're doing," another female voice came.

"Oh, Merlin!  You're here too, Mel?" said Sirius.

"It looks like it, doesn't it?"

"It's a party now!"  Sirius let out a laugh.

"Wait, who are they?" said Remus.  He pointed to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.  "Come here."

They obeyed, all awe-struck.

"Wow, James," said Peter, "the one with the glasses looks just like you."

"Yeah," said Harry, "I'm you're son.  My name is Harry."

"Wh-What?  You're my…no, you can't be.  There's no way…you don't, you can't…" James was frantic.  He had trouble grasping the fact that his unborn son was staring him right in his face.

"Calm down, James," said Sirius.  "Just relax.  Breathe in…"

James inhaled and waited for Sirius to say "breathe out".  Sirius had a sinister grin on his face, looking as though he would burst open with laughter.  James finally exhaled and play punched Sirius in the shoulder.  (A/N:  My friend came up with that joke and suggested I put it in a fic)

James calmed down.  "So, if you're my son, then who's the mother?" 

Harry just stared at the green-eyed, auburn-haired girl in front of him.

"Fine, don't tell me.  Surprises are better anyway."

Harry turned away from Lily and stared at Sirius.  Tears filled his stinging eyes.  He wanted to hug his godfather and tell him what happened.  He wanted to warn him.  But Hermione seemed to have read his mind.

"Harry, don't."

And he didn't.  Pain could swallow him whole, but he was not allowed to tell. 

The nine of them walked the halls to the Gryffindor common room.  Harry was still looking at Sirius.

"Are you alright, Harry?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm just happy to see my godfather."

"I'm you're godfather?" he looked at James.  "Aww, Prongs, I'm touched."

They stopped at the portrait of the Fat Lady. 

"Same portrait, same place.  Hogwarts hasn't changed much," said James.

As Hermione said the password, the portrait swung open.  They all filed into the common room.

"We'll be right back," said Hermione.  Harry and Ron ran up to the boys' dormitories and Hermione went up to the girls'.

"So, Evans, why did you need to talk to me?  Let me guess, you're going to tell me to loosen up about poor Snivellus?" sneered James.

He wasn't ever going to quit, was he?  "Forget it, Potter.  It's no use.  Go ahead and humiliate whoever the hell you want."

James became serious.  "Lily…"

Sirius tried to make a quick change of subject.  "So, about Hogwarts.  We have to find out the dirt.  This place is just begging for us to destroy it."  He got a sinister look on his face.

"We'll have plenty of time to do pranks later, Padfoot," said Remus.  "I think we might have a little bit more to worry about right now."

 "Ok, let's go," said Ron, as he was coming down.

They went out of the room and followed the winding halls towards the doors leading outside. 

"Potter, Weasley, Granger!  What are you doing wandering around the halls?" came the familiar voice of Snape.  But when he realized who they were with, he stopped dead.

"Hello, Snivellus.  Nice to see you," said Sirius.

Snape quivered a bit.  "I d-don't know what kind of magic this is, Potter, but it doesn't look good.  F-fifty points from Gryffindor.  And come with me to Dumbledore's office.  You could be expelled for using dark magic.  Especially in this case."

Harry felt as though he would vomit as they followed Snape.  If Snape convinced Dumbledore that it was dark magic, he would surely be on the train home tonight.  He hated Snape more than ever, for he could never go back to the Dursleys.  It would be pure torture.  But how was Dumbledore going to react when he saw Sirius, Lily, James, Melissa, Peter, and Remus?  This did not look good.  Even for wizards.