DISCLAIMER: You know I don't own them (What's the need of writing disclaimer? Rowling is not going to write slash anyway!)

SUMMARY: Harry accidentally sends himself back in time and ended up in Godrics Hollow. There he meets his parents and Sirius. But he knows that he would have to return soon to miss Sirius once again! SLASH

WARNING: Spoilers for all five books!

Hey a guy here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it (And I am really sorry about my spellings. I'll try to pay more attention to them.). Thanx to all those who reviewed.

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After a cheerful tea where everyone questioned Harry as much as they can, Harry was finally showed his room, which has been prepared by the houseelf for him. He was also given a tour of Godrics Hollow the house in which he was born. Lying in his magnificent four poster bed (which reminded him of his bed at Hogwarts) painted in red and gold (just like the rest of his room, Harry was finding it very hard to go to sleep because of all the excitement. Wondering how his life would have been without a scar to mark him, Harry at last was overcome by a dreamless sleep (something which he hadn't had the chance to experience for a long time).

"So Neville, had a good night?" Inquired James at breakfast the next day, "No wet dreams then?

Harry spluttered in his tea as Lily scolded,

"James! Atleast, not at breakfast. "

"Ohh, 'am so sorry Lils " James apologized trying to act like a gentleman (no need to say failing miserably) "If it offends you!"

"We are having Sirius here tonight." James said turning to Harry. "He always spends the Sundays with us."

"That would be great." Said Harry grinning, remembering the time when his Godfather told him that in one of the rare conversation he had with his Godfather about his life not involving Harry's Voldemort problems.

After breakfast James showed him some of the rest of the house (as the house was so big it could be seen only in parts). Harry already knew that his parents were rich but still he couldn't help feeling awed at the style and taste of the furniture. His parents were really rich he realized. Too bad he had to be so poor in his 10 years of life spend with the Dursleys. But again Harry didn't know in how many sentences Harry could use this word 'too bad'. It all goes down to that damned prophecy. Why of all people it would have to be him? Why it couldn't just be Neville? Harry was now getting angry (something at which he had become quite experienced as he hardly felt anything apart from anger, guilt and sorrow. It was a nice change to take a break from all these emotions and to feel how the life is when he is not a marked man or The-Boy-who-Lived. A loud crack shook him out of his depressing thoughts. He looked up to see a grinning Sirius standing before him.

"So Neville?" Sirius began, "James admitted he lost you at the carnival?"

"You seems pretty sure of that, aren't you? Harry replied with a smile. "Think again it could have been a Goblin riot."

"Nah. Carnival is more suitable." Sirius said, with mock thoughtfulness. "If it had been a Goblin riot you wouldn't have been standing here."

"Hey Sirius!" James exclaimed. "You already here mate?"

"Care to have a Quidditch match, Prongs" Asked Sirius turning to James "Haven't been up for ages."

"But didn't we played the day before yesterday? When I beat you by 90 points?"

"Dunno what you are talking about." Sirius said waving his hand.

"You wanna join us?" James asked turning to Harry. "I have an extra broom, you know."

The rushing wind blowing his hairs seemed to be the best sensation he could experience. It felt wonderful being up in the air after such a long time. 'This is life,' Harry thought, happily as he rode a comet 161, which James had given him. No rules, no worries, no ruthless whispering, no scarlet eyes contaminating his dreams, no one gaping at him like he belonged to a particularly unusual kind of species. Above all he was playing Quidditch with his father and godfather. First time Harry realized he felt contended just like a normal boy would do. Little things of life mattered so much now that he had suffered so much. He had seen ten years of miserable life with Dursleys where he was considered a freak, but now he wondered whether his other ten years have been better? What life he was talking about anyway? He had never led his own life but a the life of The-Boy-Who-Lived. It seems that everything that happens to him has to do something with a scar. No he had not led any life all he had done uptill now was the fulfilling of a prophecy. Yes, that's what it is. His life is nothing but a puppet controlled by the contents of a prophecy. It was a nice change to know that he had left The-Boy-Who-Lived and everything to do with him in the past and here he was just a boy, a normal one with a life. He smiled; finally he had a chance to see how life is for a normal boy.

"Wow." Sirius yelled. "Wow, it looks like prongs is going to be jealous of your flying."

"Ofcourse not." James said laughing, "No one is as good as I am."

"Admit it Prongs dear, He is better." Sirius told him making the smile on Harry's face grew wider. He had thought he could never ask Sirius about who flew better, his best friend or his godson, and now he finally got the answer. "What more he can wish for." He thought happily.

"Hey Neville!" James shouted. "Race me!" Laughing Harry flew over to him and they both got ready for the race.

"One, two, three. Go!" Sirius yelled and both James and Harry streaked past him. They had to complete a round around the pitch and return to Sirius. Harry found that his father was indeed a very talented flyer. They both flew neck to neck, the gushing wind and the soaring feeling that he was flying with his father was lifting his spirits. They circled the pitch at an impossible speed and reached Sirius almost exactly at the same time. James had won within an inch distance. But Harry wasn't complaining because he suspected that his narrow defeat is due to lack of practice and from the habit of using a much better broom. Also the triumphant grin on his father's face was worth it. What he can give just to make his father happy!



"Come on, Lily would be waiting for us." James said and landed lightly on the grass followed by others.

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A.N How was this chapter? Did you like it? If you do then please review and if you don't then also don't hesitate in telling me. Also I know it is moving kind of slow but still the things would move on in the next chapter.