A/N: Okay, here's the third chapter to "Harry Potter and the Fairy's Wish".
I have a feeling that this is going to be a wicked fun chapter to write
because, well, you'll just have to read on to find out. Lol,
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A/N: Okay, as I mentioned in the last chap I'm desperate to find out how to put italics and stuff like that in my stories so please, if you know, tell me asap!
Okay, on to the story (Note: Reviewer thank you's and responses are at the bottom of the chap!!)
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The next morning, Harry woke up to the sounds of voices in the room and almost no recollection of the night before but a feeling that something, well, special had happened last night.
"Oh well, whatever happened must have been something stupid like a fight with Dudley or the Dursleys actually remembering my birthday. Better get up, though," Harry said quietly to himself.
"Who are you?" a quiet but sweet feminine voice said.
Since Harry's eyes were still closed, the voice shocked him. "Who the hell is in my room? And why does it strangely sound like a girl?" he thought frantically, suddenly afraid to open his emerald green eyes.
"Who the heck are you?" the voice repeated shaking slightly. "Wait, James?"
Harry's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his late father's name. At the sight of a pretty middle-aged woman with long curly red hair with green eyes that looked strangely familiar he got up of bed and backed away towards the wall. "No, I'm not James," he whispered in fear but by the look on her face, the woman hadn't heard him.
Suddenly, another voice spoke up from the confusion in the room that made Harry's eyes fill with tears. "Arg, what did that blasted Bellatrix Lestrangle do to me now?"
"It can't be," Harry whispered to himself as his eyes searched around his small bedroom until they finally rested on the owner of the voice, a tall handsome man around 40 years of age with shoulder length dark hair and clear, crisp sapphire blue eyes. Sirius. Sirius Black.
"Sirius?" Harry's voice cracked. "Sirius, is that really you?"
Sirius whipped his head around once he heard Harry's voice. He started to grin but then noticed his surroundings.
"Hang on, why aren't we at the Department of Mysteries?" Sirius asked confused. "Why are we in this weird muggle type room?"
"Sirius?" the woman started talking again. "Why do you look so, well, old?"
"I beg your pardon?" Sirius looked over the woman carefully. "Who are you calling old?" Sirius's face lost all color, though, when his eyes met the woman's. "Lily?"
"Of course it's Lily," the woman roller her eyes. "Who do you think it is? And why do you look like you've seen a ghost James?" Lily looked over at Harry.
"I think I just might have," Harry's eyes started to roll back into his head and he would of fainted if Sirius hadn't rushed over to him and shook him before he fell to the ground.
"Sirius, James, what is going on?" Lily asked. "Why do you look younger James and Sirius older?" Fear suddenly crept onto Lily's delicate face. "You guys haven't been cursed, have you?"
"I have," Harry said stupidly but truthfully because of his current state which was full of shock and disbelief. His eyes were unfocused, too. "I've been hit with the killing curse!"
Lily gasped. "When?"
"When I was a little baby," Harry said deliriously.
Despite the situation, Sirius rolled his blue eyes. "Snap out of it!" He shook Harry again and Harry's eyes were once again focused.
"Sorry," Harry said quietly as he shook his head slightly. "Just the shock of seeing her........." Harry started but was cut off by his godfather.
"I know; I'm going through the same thing right now, too," Sirius said sadly. He focused his attention on Lily again. "Is it really you Lils?"
"Of course," Lily rolled her eyes that were so much like Harry's. "And why aren't we in Godric's Hollow? Why are we in this dingy muggle room?"
"That's a good question," Sirius turned to Harry. "Where are we?"
"Um, we're at the Dursleys ......" Harry started slowly.
"We're at my blasted sister's place?" Lily looked furious. "Why are we here? Did we pass out or something? Did Godric's Hollow get attacked?" Dawning comprehension suddenly showed on Lily's face.
"Harry," Lily whispered fearfully. "Where's my baby? What happened to him? Did you-know-who kill him? I want my baby!"
"Lily, calm down," Sirius said as he shot a quick glance at Harry, who definitely didn't look like the baby she was talking about anymore. "Harry's here and safe."
"He is?" Relief splashed onto Lily's face. "Where, can I hold him?"
Sirius laughed a little. "Well, you can see him but I doubt you'll be able hold him."
"Why, is he hurt badly?" Fear worked its way into Lily's voice again.
"No, he's fine, remember I said he was safe." Sirius comforted Lily.
"Then why can't I hold him? Why can't I hold my baby?" Lily asked, clearly confused.
"Because I'm not a little baby anymore, mom," Harry said softly, but loud enough for his mother to hear. "I'm now sixteen."
Lily gasped as she looked past Sirius to the skinny but tall teenager who was Harry who looked exactly like James with his thick, slightly longer than normal messy black hair and glasses. Except this time when she looked at who she thought was her husband she noticed that the boy's eyes were emerald green, like her own, and through the black hair a thin lighting shaped scar was engraved on his forehead.
"Harry?" Lily asked but surprisingly she didn't seem like she was going to faint. "You're, you're sixteen? How can that be? You were just a little baby the last time I saw you and that was just......" Suddenly she paused. "Wait, no, how long have I been out?"
"Lily," Sirius said warningly. "Lily, let's not get into that just yet."
"No, I want to know how long I've been out!" Lily said harshly. "I want to know how long I've been unconscious. Certainly it couldn't have been fifteen years! Which means either you're lying, playing a really mean trick on me, or I've been dreaming."
"Mom, you have been out for fifteen years. And you haven't just been unconscious," Harry said sadly. "Mom, you've been, well, you've been, okay, you've been," Harry just couldn't say it.
"What he's trying to say, is that you've been dead for the past fifteen years," Sirius whispered loudly.
This time, Lily did faint.
***
Nothing. What a bittersweet word. It has to be something, doesn't it? It can't just be nothing like its title.
What is nothing? Is it really not one single thing? Or is it everything combined? Isn't it impossible to have nothing?
Does death feel like nothing? Does nothing feel like death? Do questions like these roam on and on forever in one's brain when they die? Do they just run throughout the mind never stopping; never being answered. Or do they get answered just they don't know it since the person who came up with the question can't understand the answers anymore. Because they're nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing can be better than everything.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
These were the first and only thoughts James Brian Potter thought to himself as he woke up from something that felt like a long dream that somehow ended without finishing. He also noticed that pain covered every single square inch of his body so he started to groan.
"What was that?" a voice that sounded like an older version of Sirius's asked quickly. "Did you hear that, that groan?"
"Yes, but who made it?" An unrecognizable voice said. "Wait, if you and my mother somehow came back, maybe my dad did too!"
James groaned again, but this time it was from confusion. "Sirius?" he sat up with his eyes still closed. He heard two distinct gasps.
"James?" Sirius asked. "James, is that really you?"
"Yes," James said with the air Lily used before. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Dad?" the other voice said. "Dad?"
James eyes whipped open. "Who just called me 'dad'?"
James surveyed the room carefully. It seemed to be a small, muggle- type-bedroom that was adorned with pale green walls and other scattered items. Ignoring the two voices for a second, he asked. "Where am I?"
"Apparently you, me, and Lily somehow ended up in the Durley's house." Sirius said.
James's hazel eyes grew cold. "Why are we at Lily's sister's house?"
"Um," the other voice stuttered. "Well, none of you are really going to like this at all."
James took his eyes of the walls of the room and searched it again until he found the two bodies that belonged to the strange voices. One of them, as he early predicted, was an older and slightly dumpier version of Sirius. The other was a mirror image of himself.
Okay, maybe the boy wasn't an exact mirror image of him since he seemed to be a lot younger than himself and his hair was a little longer and messier. The boy had emerald green eyes two that looked starting like his wife, Lily's and there was a lightning shape scar his forehead too. Along with all of these different features, he also was a lot thinner and about an inch taller than James. He wondered who this boy was.
Suddenly, James remembered Harry and Voldemort. "Voldemort," he whispered quietly. "Voldemort, where did the Dark Lord go? Where's Lily? Where's my little infant son?"
The boy who looked so much like James sighed. "Not again," he muttered silently. He decided since he didn't know the boy's name yet, he'd think of him as "Brian" which was his middle name.
Sirius put his arm on Brian's shoulders. "It's okay."
"No it's not!" Brian exclaimed. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Seeing them for the first time when they don't even know who I am is just, well, depressing. And you, you were dead since that day at the Ministry of Magic!"
"Dead?" Sirius and James said at the exact same time.
"I was dead?"
"He was dead?"
Brian sighed again. "Okay, I'll explain later!"
"No, young man, you will explain now," Sirius yelled.
"Shouldn't she be awake for this, though?" Brian asked as he pointed to Lily. "Shouldn't she?"
"You're right," Sirius sighed. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Lily's unmoving body. "Enneverate!"
Lily moaned slightly as her bright green eyes fluttered open. James ran over to her so he was the first thing she saw.
"James!" she shrieked. "You won't believe the dream I just had! You- Know-Who had invaded our house and killed you and supposedly killed me too because supposedly I woke up at my sister's house fifteen years later with Sirius and, you're not going to believe this, Harry who was sixteen years old!"
James laughed slightly. "You sure it was just a dream?"
"Positive," Lily said defiantly. "I mean, who heard of anybody being dead for fifteen years and then mysteriously waking up again? Why would you asked such a silly question?"
"Well, we're at your sister's house again," James said carefully.
Lily bolted upright and took in her surrounding. "Then it wasn't a dream!" she moaned again.
"Wait, how old did you say Harry was in your 'dream'?" James asked uncertainly as he looked at Brian quickly.
"I think, no I'm certain that he was sixteen." Lily looked at over at Brian, no Harry too.
"You mean, he's our little baby?" James asked. "You mean he's a teenager now? But how can that be if the last time I saw him he was a baby and that couldn't of been more than a few hours ago unless your 'dream' is true, of couse."
"Well, it must be," Lily said. "Can you come up with any other logical explanation?"
James sighed as he looked at Harry. "No."
***
For Harry, things were depression, shocking, and joyful at the same time. In front of him were his parents, his real live parents, and beside him was his godfather who he had seen die. Half of him was loving every minute of this while the other half wanted to take back the stupid wish.
"Mom, dad?" Harry asked as he stepped closer to them. "Are you really James and Lily Potter?"
"Of course we are, uh, Harry." Lily said uncertainly now. It was still weird for her to think of this boy who was six inches taller than her as her little baby.
"Hang on," James suddenly said. "I want to know everything."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer.
"I want to know why we've been 'dead' for fifteen years and why Sirius was supposedly also. And, while we're at it, I want to know why you have a scar on your forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt," James said.
Harry sighed as he looked at the eagerness and sadness on all three faces in front of him. "Okay."
"One more question," James said. "Is this a long story?"
"Well, yes, it kind of is."
"Okay, then we better sit down for this," despite the situation James managed a small smile as he sat on Harry's bed and Lily walked over to Harry's desk chair and took a seat. Sirius, however, remained standing.
"Okay, well I better start on October 31, 1981; the day Voldemort (Lily winced at the name) attacked you and me." Harry paused, still uncertain on how to tell this tragic story. How could he tell his parents and godfather that technically they were dead or had been dead?
"Well, he came into your house meaning to only kill me and, uh, dad," the Harry said, the name "dad" foreign to his mind. "But obviously, nobody would be killed without a fight. As you know, dad told mom to run and protect me well he fought Voldemort and unfortunately lost his life. So, having accomplished half of his goal, we went upstairs to kill, uh, me. Mom wouldn't let him kill me and sacrificed herself for me so that when she died, he love shielded me from death making the killing curse rebound off me when Voldemort tried to kill me leaving him almost dead and me alive and well with a lightning shaped scar on my forehead." He paused again and lifted up his bangs to show his parents his scar clearly.
"You mean you survived the killing cure?" James exclaimed. "You lived on because of me and Voldemort died? You defeated him at the age of one?"
"Not exactly. You see, like I said before, Voldemort didn't totally die. He just, well, weakened greatly until his was basically a lifeless shell with a slight spark of life in it." Harry explained to his parents.
"Wow, so let me guess, you because famous," Lily smiled slightly.
"Yes," Harry said miserably. "I became known as the "boy-who-lived. But believe me, being famous isn't all it's cracked up to be. I have people following me around and asking for autographs and it feels as if I'm never alone."
"Oh, come on, it couldn't of lasted long?" James grinned. "It must of died down before I was five!"
Harry snorted. "I wish! I didn't even know I was famous when I was five! Heck, I didn't even know I was a wizard or how you guys died."
James frowned. "Why not? Didn't you go off to live with Sirius?" James suddenly looked ill, along with his wife. "Hold on. You said we were at the Dursleys, correct? You didn't have to live with them before you went to Hogwarts, did you?"
Harry sighed again. "Yes because Sirius got blamed for what Peter Pettigrew did."
Lily's head snapped towards Sirius's. "You mean, Peter betrayed us? That's how Voldemort found out?"
"Yes," Sirius said quietly. "And nobody even gave me a chance to explain because Peter framed me by cornering me on a muggle street and killing thirteen people with one curse. He framed his own death too by cutting off his finger for proof he was dead and turning himself into the rat he is, literally. Everybody thought it was me because I was standing there laughing for Peter's stupidity. I was sent to Azkaban without a trail."
James gasped. "Azkaban? How long did you have to stay in that hell?"
"Twelve years. I didn't get the courage to break out until I saw Peter's picture in the news with Harry's friend. It wasn't until then that I knew he was alive an knew I could somehow get revenge," Sirius explained.
"Well, did you?" James asked curiously.
"Of course not! That rat escaped by turning himself into one again!"
Lily sighed and shook her head sadly. "Hold on, why are you still sane?"
"Because one, I turned myself into a dog most of the time and those ruddy dementors can't affect animals. And two, the only feeling or thought I had was that I was innocent and that wasn't exactly the happiest thought I had in my head so they couldn't suck it our of me. That was what kept me sane," Sirius sighed at the end.
"Okay," James said. "So when Harry was a teenager you broke out of Azkaban. Actually, I want to know if Voldemort's still out there first."
Harry snorted again. "Of course he is. A little over a year ago when I was fourteen he was returned to power and we dueled. Neither of us really won but I did get to see your, uh, spirits."
Lily looked thoughtful for a second. "Yes, I strangely seem to remember seeing an older version of you but that thought is very vague."
"Yes, same here," James said. "Wait a sec, you dueled Voldemort and didn't die! Wow, you must be really powerful!"
"He sure is," Sirius said proudly. "And pretty smart too."
Harry felt his face turning red. "I'm really not that powerful."
"Yes you are!" Sirius said. "I've seen you duel and play Quidditch, you're fantastic!"
James's ears perked up. "You play Quidditch? What position?"
"Seeker."
"Really, I played chaser in my days," James stated. (A/N: I know I heard somewhere that he played Chaser and not Seeker like the fifth book so I'm going to just say he was a Chaser. K?)
Really?" Harry said. "What year did you get in?"
"Middle of second. You?" James asked.
Harry started to blush again. "First."
James's eyes widenly. "But first year's are never allowed to play on their house team! You must be the youngest seeker in a......" James started but was cut off by Harry.
"Century, yep I know." (A/N: LOL, I bet you recognize that line!)
"You must be wicked good!"
"I guess so," Harry said.
"Anyways," Lily said loudly. "We seemed to have gotten a bit off topic. I think I want to know why you said Sirius was dead earlier?"
"Yeah, I'm kind of keen on knowing myself," Sirius grinned slightly.
"Well, remember that day at the Department of Mysteries?" Harry asked carefully and slowly.
"Yeah," Sirius answered in the same way as Harry.
"Well, remember when you fell through that veil after your cousin hit you with that curse?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"Well, when you fell through that veil, you, well, died," Harry said as his eyes started to water a little.
Sirius's eyes widened. "I was dead? For how long?"
"About two or three months," Harry said.
"And just how I come back to life?" Sirius asked.
"Uh," Harry stared but his parents started to talk.
"Yes, I think we would all like to know that," James said as Lily nodded.
Harry was just about to start explaining about Leavana but the sound of his bedroom door opening stopped him.
"Potter, get your lazy butt down here and start cooking breakfast," Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt said as his door fully opened. She noticed the three people in his room instantly.
"Who are you?" she asked briskly. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
She looked over Sirius and James and then finally came to her sister, Lily.
She screamed. Loudly.
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A/N: A cliffnanger, dun dun dun. Sorry if this chapter seemed boring at the end because of all the explanations and sutff. Believe me, it was extremely boring to write and there's still more of it to come *groans* but please stay with me because I promise that the upcoming chapters will be a heck of a lot more interesting!
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A/N: Okay, as I mentioned in the last chap I'm desperate to find out how to put italics and stuff like that in my stories so please, if you know, tell me asap!
Okay, on to the story (Note: Reviewer thank you's and responses are at the bottom of the chap!!)
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The next morning, Harry woke up to the sounds of voices in the room and almost no recollection of the night before but a feeling that something, well, special had happened last night.
"Oh well, whatever happened must have been something stupid like a fight with Dudley or the Dursleys actually remembering my birthday. Better get up, though," Harry said quietly to himself.
"Who are you?" a quiet but sweet feminine voice said.
Since Harry's eyes were still closed, the voice shocked him. "Who the hell is in my room? And why does it strangely sound like a girl?" he thought frantically, suddenly afraid to open his emerald green eyes.
"Who the heck are you?" the voice repeated shaking slightly. "Wait, James?"
Harry's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his late father's name. At the sight of a pretty middle-aged woman with long curly red hair with green eyes that looked strangely familiar he got up of bed and backed away towards the wall. "No, I'm not James," he whispered in fear but by the look on her face, the woman hadn't heard him.
Suddenly, another voice spoke up from the confusion in the room that made Harry's eyes fill with tears. "Arg, what did that blasted Bellatrix Lestrangle do to me now?"
"It can't be," Harry whispered to himself as his eyes searched around his small bedroom until they finally rested on the owner of the voice, a tall handsome man around 40 years of age with shoulder length dark hair and clear, crisp sapphire blue eyes. Sirius. Sirius Black.
"Sirius?" Harry's voice cracked. "Sirius, is that really you?"
Sirius whipped his head around once he heard Harry's voice. He started to grin but then noticed his surroundings.
"Hang on, why aren't we at the Department of Mysteries?" Sirius asked confused. "Why are we in this weird muggle type room?"
"Sirius?" the woman started talking again. "Why do you look so, well, old?"
"I beg your pardon?" Sirius looked over the woman carefully. "Who are you calling old?" Sirius's face lost all color, though, when his eyes met the woman's. "Lily?"
"Of course it's Lily," the woman roller her eyes. "Who do you think it is? And why do you look like you've seen a ghost James?" Lily looked over at Harry.
"I think I just might have," Harry's eyes started to roll back into his head and he would of fainted if Sirius hadn't rushed over to him and shook him before he fell to the ground.
"Sirius, James, what is going on?" Lily asked. "Why do you look younger James and Sirius older?" Fear suddenly crept onto Lily's delicate face. "You guys haven't been cursed, have you?"
"I have," Harry said stupidly but truthfully because of his current state which was full of shock and disbelief. His eyes were unfocused, too. "I've been hit with the killing curse!"
Lily gasped. "When?"
"When I was a little baby," Harry said deliriously.
Despite the situation, Sirius rolled his blue eyes. "Snap out of it!" He shook Harry again and Harry's eyes were once again focused.
"Sorry," Harry said quietly as he shook his head slightly. "Just the shock of seeing her........." Harry started but was cut off by his godfather.
"I know; I'm going through the same thing right now, too," Sirius said sadly. He focused his attention on Lily again. "Is it really you Lils?"
"Of course," Lily rolled her eyes that were so much like Harry's. "And why aren't we in Godric's Hollow? Why are we in this dingy muggle room?"
"That's a good question," Sirius turned to Harry. "Where are we?"
"Um, we're at the Dursleys ......" Harry started slowly.
"We're at my blasted sister's place?" Lily looked furious. "Why are we here? Did we pass out or something? Did Godric's Hollow get attacked?" Dawning comprehension suddenly showed on Lily's face.
"Harry," Lily whispered fearfully. "Where's my baby? What happened to him? Did you-know-who kill him? I want my baby!"
"Lily, calm down," Sirius said as he shot a quick glance at Harry, who definitely didn't look like the baby she was talking about anymore. "Harry's here and safe."
"He is?" Relief splashed onto Lily's face. "Where, can I hold him?"
Sirius laughed a little. "Well, you can see him but I doubt you'll be able hold him."
"Why, is he hurt badly?" Fear worked its way into Lily's voice again.
"No, he's fine, remember I said he was safe." Sirius comforted Lily.
"Then why can't I hold him? Why can't I hold my baby?" Lily asked, clearly confused.
"Because I'm not a little baby anymore, mom," Harry said softly, but loud enough for his mother to hear. "I'm now sixteen."
Lily gasped as she looked past Sirius to the skinny but tall teenager who was Harry who looked exactly like James with his thick, slightly longer than normal messy black hair and glasses. Except this time when she looked at who she thought was her husband she noticed that the boy's eyes were emerald green, like her own, and through the black hair a thin lighting shaped scar was engraved on his forehead.
"Harry?" Lily asked but surprisingly she didn't seem like she was going to faint. "You're, you're sixteen? How can that be? You were just a little baby the last time I saw you and that was just......" Suddenly she paused. "Wait, no, how long have I been out?"
"Lily," Sirius said warningly. "Lily, let's not get into that just yet."
"No, I want to know how long I've been out!" Lily said harshly. "I want to know how long I've been unconscious. Certainly it couldn't have been fifteen years! Which means either you're lying, playing a really mean trick on me, or I've been dreaming."
"Mom, you have been out for fifteen years. And you haven't just been unconscious," Harry said sadly. "Mom, you've been, well, you've been, okay, you've been," Harry just couldn't say it.
"What he's trying to say, is that you've been dead for the past fifteen years," Sirius whispered loudly.
This time, Lily did faint.
***
Nothing. What a bittersweet word. It has to be something, doesn't it? It can't just be nothing like its title.
What is nothing? Is it really not one single thing? Or is it everything combined? Isn't it impossible to have nothing?
Does death feel like nothing? Does nothing feel like death? Do questions like these roam on and on forever in one's brain when they die? Do they just run throughout the mind never stopping; never being answered. Or do they get answered just they don't know it since the person who came up with the question can't understand the answers anymore. Because they're nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing can be better than everything.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
These were the first and only thoughts James Brian Potter thought to himself as he woke up from something that felt like a long dream that somehow ended without finishing. He also noticed that pain covered every single square inch of his body so he started to groan.
"What was that?" a voice that sounded like an older version of Sirius's asked quickly. "Did you hear that, that groan?"
"Yes, but who made it?" An unrecognizable voice said. "Wait, if you and my mother somehow came back, maybe my dad did too!"
James groaned again, but this time it was from confusion. "Sirius?" he sat up with his eyes still closed. He heard two distinct gasps.
"James?" Sirius asked. "James, is that really you?"
"Yes," James said with the air Lily used before. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Dad?" the other voice said. "Dad?"
James eyes whipped open. "Who just called me 'dad'?"
James surveyed the room carefully. It seemed to be a small, muggle- type-bedroom that was adorned with pale green walls and other scattered items. Ignoring the two voices for a second, he asked. "Where am I?"
"Apparently you, me, and Lily somehow ended up in the Durley's house." Sirius said.
James's hazel eyes grew cold. "Why are we at Lily's sister's house?"
"Um," the other voice stuttered. "Well, none of you are really going to like this at all."
James took his eyes of the walls of the room and searched it again until he found the two bodies that belonged to the strange voices. One of them, as he early predicted, was an older and slightly dumpier version of Sirius. The other was a mirror image of himself.
Okay, maybe the boy wasn't an exact mirror image of him since he seemed to be a lot younger than himself and his hair was a little longer and messier. The boy had emerald green eyes two that looked starting like his wife, Lily's and there was a lightning shape scar his forehead too. Along with all of these different features, he also was a lot thinner and about an inch taller than James. He wondered who this boy was.
Suddenly, James remembered Harry and Voldemort. "Voldemort," he whispered quietly. "Voldemort, where did the Dark Lord go? Where's Lily? Where's my little infant son?"
The boy who looked so much like James sighed. "Not again," he muttered silently. He decided since he didn't know the boy's name yet, he'd think of him as "Brian" which was his middle name.
Sirius put his arm on Brian's shoulders. "It's okay."
"No it's not!" Brian exclaimed. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Seeing them for the first time when they don't even know who I am is just, well, depressing. And you, you were dead since that day at the Ministry of Magic!"
"Dead?" Sirius and James said at the exact same time.
"I was dead?"
"He was dead?"
Brian sighed again. "Okay, I'll explain later!"
"No, young man, you will explain now," Sirius yelled.
"Shouldn't she be awake for this, though?" Brian asked as he pointed to Lily. "Shouldn't she?"
"You're right," Sirius sighed. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Lily's unmoving body. "Enneverate!"
Lily moaned slightly as her bright green eyes fluttered open. James ran over to her so he was the first thing she saw.
"James!" she shrieked. "You won't believe the dream I just had! You- Know-Who had invaded our house and killed you and supposedly killed me too because supposedly I woke up at my sister's house fifteen years later with Sirius and, you're not going to believe this, Harry who was sixteen years old!"
James laughed slightly. "You sure it was just a dream?"
"Positive," Lily said defiantly. "I mean, who heard of anybody being dead for fifteen years and then mysteriously waking up again? Why would you asked such a silly question?"
"Well, we're at your sister's house again," James said carefully.
Lily bolted upright and took in her surrounding. "Then it wasn't a dream!" she moaned again.
"Wait, how old did you say Harry was in your 'dream'?" James asked uncertainly as he looked at Brian quickly.
"I think, no I'm certain that he was sixteen." Lily looked at over at Brian, no Harry too.
"You mean, he's our little baby?" James asked. "You mean he's a teenager now? But how can that be if the last time I saw him he was a baby and that couldn't of been more than a few hours ago unless your 'dream' is true, of couse."
"Well, it must be," Lily said. "Can you come up with any other logical explanation?"
James sighed as he looked at Harry. "No."
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For Harry, things were depression, shocking, and joyful at the same time. In front of him were his parents, his real live parents, and beside him was his godfather who he had seen die. Half of him was loving every minute of this while the other half wanted to take back the stupid wish.
"Mom, dad?" Harry asked as he stepped closer to them. "Are you really James and Lily Potter?"
"Of course we are, uh, Harry." Lily said uncertainly now. It was still weird for her to think of this boy who was six inches taller than her as her little baby.
"Hang on," James suddenly said. "I want to know everything."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer.
"I want to know why we've been 'dead' for fifteen years and why Sirius was supposedly also. And, while we're at it, I want to know why you have a scar on your forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt," James said.
Harry sighed as he looked at the eagerness and sadness on all three faces in front of him. "Okay."
"One more question," James said. "Is this a long story?"
"Well, yes, it kind of is."
"Okay, then we better sit down for this," despite the situation James managed a small smile as he sat on Harry's bed and Lily walked over to Harry's desk chair and took a seat. Sirius, however, remained standing.
"Okay, well I better start on October 31, 1981; the day Voldemort (Lily winced at the name) attacked you and me." Harry paused, still uncertain on how to tell this tragic story. How could he tell his parents and godfather that technically they were dead or had been dead?
"Well, he came into your house meaning to only kill me and, uh, dad," the Harry said, the name "dad" foreign to his mind. "But obviously, nobody would be killed without a fight. As you know, dad told mom to run and protect me well he fought Voldemort and unfortunately lost his life. So, having accomplished half of his goal, we went upstairs to kill, uh, me. Mom wouldn't let him kill me and sacrificed herself for me so that when she died, he love shielded me from death making the killing curse rebound off me when Voldemort tried to kill me leaving him almost dead and me alive and well with a lightning shaped scar on my forehead." He paused again and lifted up his bangs to show his parents his scar clearly.
"You mean you survived the killing cure?" James exclaimed. "You lived on because of me and Voldemort died? You defeated him at the age of one?"
"Not exactly. You see, like I said before, Voldemort didn't totally die. He just, well, weakened greatly until his was basically a lifeless shell with a slight spark of life in it." Harry explained to his parents.
"Wow, so let me guess, you because famous," Lily smiled slightly.
"Yes," Harry said miserably. "I became known as the "boy-who-lived. But believe me, being famous isn't all it's cracked up to be. I have people following me around and asking for autographs and it feels as if I'm never alone."
"Oh, come on, it couldn't of lasted long?" James grinned. "It must of died down before I was five!"
Harry snorted. "I wish! I didn't even know I was famous when I was five! Heck, I didn't even know I was a wizard or how you guys died."
James frowned. "Why not? Didn't you go off to live with Sirius?" James suddenly looked ill, along with his wife. "Hold on. You said we were at the Dursleys, correct? You didn't have to live with them before you went to Hogwarts, did you?"
Harry sighed again. "Yes because Sirius got blamed for what Peter Pettigrew did."
Lily's head snapped towards Sirius's. "You mean, Peter betrayed us? That's how Voldemort found out?"
"Yes," Sirius said quietly. "And nobody even gave me a chance to explain because Peter framed me by cornering me on a muggle street and killing thirteen people with one curse. He framed his own death too by cutting off his finger for proof he was dead and turning himself into the rat he is, literally. Everybody thought it was me because I was standing there laughing for Peter's stupidity. I was sent to Azkaban without a trail."
James gasped. "Azkaban? How long did you have to stay in that hell?"
"Twelve years. I didn't get the courage to break out until I saw Peter's picture in the news with Harry's friend. It wasn't until then that I knew he was alive an knew I could somehow get revenge," Sirius explained.
"Well, did you?" James asked curiously.
"Of course not! That rat escaped by turning himself into one again!"
Lily sighed and shook her head sadly. "Hold on, why are you still sane?"
"Because one, I turned myself into a dog most of the time and those ruddy dementors can't affect animals. And two, the only feeling or thought I had was that I was innocent and that wasn't exactly the happiest thought I had in my head so they couldn't suck it our of me. That was what kept me sane," Sirius sighed at the end.
"Okay," James said. "So when Harry was a teenager you broke out of Azkaban. Actually, I want to know if Voldemort's still out there first."
Harry snorted again. "Of course he is. A little over a year ago when I was fourteen he was returned to power and we dueled. Neither of us really won but I did get to see your, uh, spirits."
Lily looked thoughtful for a second. "Yes, I strangely seem to remember seeing an older version of you but that thought is very vague."
"Yes, same here," James said. "Wait a sec, you dueled Voldemort and didn't die! Wow, you must be really powerful!"
"He sure is," Sirius said proudly. "And pretty smart too."
Harry felt his face turning red. "I'm really not that powerful."
"Yes you are!" Sirius said. "I've seen you duel and play Quidditch, you're fantastic!"
James's ears perked up. "You play Quidditch? What position?"
"Seeker."
"Really, I played chaser in my days," James stated. (A/N: I know I heard somewhere that he played Chaser and not Seeker like the fifth book so I'm going to just say he was a Chaser. K?)
Really?" Harry said. "What year did you get in?"
"Middle of second. You?" James asked.
Harry started to blush again. "First."
James's eyes widenly. "But first year's are never allowed to play on their house team! You must be the youngest seeker in a......" James started but was cut off by Harry.
"Century, yep I know." (A/N: LOL, I bet you recognize that line!)
"You must be wicked good!"
"I guess so," Harry said.
"Anyways," Lily said loudly. "We seemed to have gotten a bit off topic. I think I want to know why you said Sirius was dead earlier?"
"Yeah, I'm kind of keen on knowing myself," Sirius grinned slightly.
"Well, remember that day at the Department of Mysteries?" Harry asked carefully and slowly.
"Yeah," Sirius answered in the same way as Harry.
"Well, remember when you fell through that veil after your cousin hit you with that curse?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"Well, when you fell through that veil, you, well, died," Harry said as his eyes started to water a little.
Sirius's eyes widened. "I was dead? For how long?"
"About two or three months," Harry said.
"And just how I come back to life?" Sirius asked.
"Uh," Harry stared but his parents started to talk.
"Yes, I think we would all like to know that," James said as Lily nodded.
Harry was just about to start explaining about Leavana but the sound of his bedroom door opening stopped him.
"Potter, get your lazy butt down here and start cooking breakfast," Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt said as his door fully opened. She noticed the three people in his room instantly.
"Who are you?" she asked briskly. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
She looked over Sirius and James and then finally came to her sister, Lily.
She screamed. Loudly.
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A/N: A cliffnanger, dun dun dun. Sorry if this chapter seemed boring at the end because of all the explanations and sutff. Believe me, it was extremely boring to write and there's still more of it to come *groans* but please stay with me because I promise that the upcoming chapters will be a heck of a lot more interesting!
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