A.N.— Oh god, I'm SO sorry for the wait, ESPECIALLY after a cliffie {hits self on the head with frying pan, Dobby-style} 

Sorry, Charlotte.  The pairing won't change.  {pouts} But please keep reading….please?!?  Just do what I do if I don't like a story's pairing…imagine that the same thing is happening to a pairing you like.  I'm not changing the pairing because this story would SO not work as a Ginny/Draco or anything else. 

Previously…

I performed the ritual as he sat. Finally, two familiar figures appeared.

Harry's eyes went wide. Well, wider than they were after he realized what I was doing. He's smart like that.

"Mum? Dad?"

"Hey, Harry.  What's up?"  James broke the proverbial ice, thoroughly enjoying his only child speechless. 

"Harry!  Oh, I've missed you!"  Lily rushed forward and hugged Harry.  Huh.  Who knew that not-exactly-corporeal beings could hug?  You learn something new everyday, I guess. 

It was a true Hallmark Hall of Fame movie moment {I heard Hermione use that phrase one time when Seamus Finnigan made a big production at breakfast of telling Lavender Brown about how big of a git he was and how still loved her and hoped she would take him back after they had broken up.  Lavender, being the blonde bimbo she is, replies with this breathy "Oh, Seamus" and they rush out of the Great Hall to snog each other senseless.  Then they break up within the next 3 days, only to repeat the production and get back together.  It's truly heart warming how pure and unconditional their love is for each other.}

So, right, back to the matter at hand.

Harry at first looked rather uncomfortable, but soon relaxed and hugged Lily back.  I think I spotted a tiny tear.  Actually, I believe I was the one tearing up.  It WAS a lovely moment.

James and I just plastered silly grins on our faces and watched the pair.  Mother and son—together again.    

"Mum…many things are overrated…air is not one of them--" Harry reminded, or rather, gasped, out to his mother.

"Yes, of course, dear." She held on strong.

"Mum?"

"Just a minute."

"Lily," I rambled, "Harry's turning purple.  More purple, I might add, than Ron—after that one time he caught Fred and Angelina under the stands at the Quidditch pitch, "celebrating" their victory by--"

"Now, now, Lils, don't suffocate the poor boy.  You only just met."  James interrupted me and pried her away. 

Harry had a dazed look in his eyes. 

James swooped in and gave Harry a short, manly hug.  {With the mandatory 2 pats on the back}

"I can't get over how much you look like your father, Harry!"  Lily commented, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.  She paused.  "I'm sorry about that."

James made a…what could only be described as a squeak…of outrage.

"I resent that, woman!"

"Oh shut it, overgrown ego."

I retract my earlier thought.  This was becoming far from sappy and touching.

Harry started laughing in a borderline hysterical fashion. 

"Oh no, Lils, Harry's gone mad.  If anyone asks, he gets it from your side of the family.  That's not hard to believe, considering your cow of a sister…"

"It's just—" Harry wiped tears from his eyes.  {Of laughter or sadness?}  "—you're…here.  And you're bickering like bloody teenagers.  My parents!  It's unbelievable!"  (A.N.—hey, you got a better reaction for him?!  Trust me, I thought long and hard, and if I was Harry, THIS is how I would react.  Lol.)

"Well, you can thank little Ginny over here!"  James patted my shoulder.

"Little?"  I raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," he continued, "so if it wasn't for the mature and completely capable adult form that IS Ginny Weasley, we wouldn't be here today." 

Harry's eyes darted to mine.

"What going on?"  Oh, dear.  I recognize that tone in his voice.  It's suppressed rage, that is. 

Come on, Harry, can't you just be happy and calm for 20 minutes?!? 

I told him everything.

He took it surprisingly well. 

Well, at least he didn't throw anything at me.  I consider that a good thing.

A.N.—hope you liked it, despite it being short and insane.  I just felt the urge to update before too much time had passed.  Next chapter will probably have more Harry and James and Lily interaction, so never fear!  I'm just frantically thinking of ideas…what WOULD you say to your dead parents that you never really met?