A/N Sorry for taking so long to post I've had this chapter written for a while but I've only just got round to posting it. I tried to go over spellings and punctuation but I tend to be a bit careless in that area at times! As usual let me know if you have any good ideas, I'm always open to positive suggestions.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summery: Post OotP Harry receives a 'what if' stone for his birthday and gets thrown into an alternate reality where Sirius was the potter's secret keeper imagine a world with an alive Lily, James and Sirius, and a rather confused Harry. (As usual this will not be slash…I don't write it.)

What if

Chapter two

Too much

Feeling slowly returned to Harry's aching limbs he could taste an odd mixture of coppery blood and earth in his mouth. His muscles were aching like he had just been running, he tried to breathe in and found he could not do so properly. His mind was blank he had no idea what had just happened and why he was here unable to move. He could now smell soil very strongly as his senses slowly returned. He faintly heard a voice; it took him a minute to work out what it was saying. "Harry, Harry are you ok? Stay where you are I'm coming." His tired mind vaguely wondered why the Dursleys seemed so concerned how he was.

A second later he felt a set of thundering footsteps coming nearer, as he tried to muster the strength to stand he felt two hands help him to his feet. His eyesight was pretty blurred, due to a large crack in one of the lenses of his round glasses. But he still could clearly make out the man in front of him, what he saw nearly made him fall back down again. His father was standing there holding Harry up, who now felt like he was going to faint. James Potter was almost exactly the same as Harry remembered him from the photos in his album, and from the mirror of Erised. He was a taller older version of himself his jet black hair was messy and windswept he had a few more laughter lines than Harry remembered from the photos. The biggest difference between Harry and his father were James' eyes they were an amazing dark royal blue, they reminded him of a clear nights sky, he half expected some stars to sparkle back at him.

James' face was full of concern. It took Harry a moment to realise James was talking to him, he had been so shocked to see him he was speechless.

"Harry, Harry what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost. You fell a good 20 feet, did you break anything?" Harry looked round and saw he was on a small Quidditch pitch. James was holding a broom and was dressed in midnight blue and silver Quidditch robes. He looked around and saw his own broom (a Firebolt) lying on the ground a few meters away.

Harry's mind was working overtime to try to understand what on earth was going on. He had no idea where he was or why he was with his dead father.

James was now looking very worried so Harry realised he had better say something.

Though he wasn't sure he trusted his voice.

"I, err am fine." Harry noticed his voice was shaking.

"Are you sure? You look really freaked out." James said.

"Is- is it really you?" Harry had to ask; he couldn't get his head round this.

"What are you talking about? It's me Harry, your father, I think you might be concussed." James pulled his wand out of a holder on his belt, he bent down slightly and peered into Harry's eyes, looking like he was about to cast a spell, Harry said "Stop," and moved away.

"I don't know who you are, but your not going to curse me," Harry felt around for his wand and wobbled precariously on his feet. James rushed to his side and said.

"Please tell me your joking. You must have hit the ground pretty hard," James simply took Harry's glasses tapped them and they repaired themselves. "Come on I'll take you to your mother she'll know what to do."

"No way," Harry struggled out of the mans grasp. He couldn't work out this guy, if he was his Dad then why didn't he give some sort of explanation to why he was back? And if he was a Death Eater in disguise why had he not hexed him yet? He just couldn't understand, and now he was going to get his mother, he couldn't take anymore.

"This is some kind of sick joke, this is just too much. You are both supposed to be dead." As Harry unexpectedly burst out, but as he said this he realised this was probably the wrong thing to say. The look on his face looked like his heart was breaking. For a moment he suddenly thought what if this is my father? What if somehow he's came back from the dead?

"How could you say that? James' voice was thick with emotion, "There must be something wrong with you. I'm going to get your mother." With that James walked off down a path to the back entrance to the house.

Harry suddenly felt sick, he didn't want to see his mother, this was too much to take in one day. He felt himself sway; he was feeling more and more dizzy. How and why was this happening? Then an odd nagging feeling started to surface, he suddenly wondered where his wand was. He looked down, he was wearing green and gold Quidditch robes. He found a pocket and inside the robes. He put his hand in and closed it around a cold hard object, he pulled it out of his pocket. He looked at the weird object, it was a black stone. With a sudden jolt he remembered what it was. The What If stone…

He suddenly had a flashback to when he received the stone, it all seemed a lifetime ago now he was in another world.

…So this wasn't real then, just some sort of simulation. It was a simulation of what would happen if Voldemort had never existed. Or perhaps it was real, who could tell? This was so surreal. He had started to think that maybe his Dad was a death eater on Polyjuice! His mind was still swirling, was this really all due to that stone?

The odd thing was though he did not expect the simulation to be anything like this. He could use all of his five senses, he felt completely real. Harry reached up to touch his own face and found he had no scar. Of course he wouldn't here, Voldemort never existed to cause the scar on his head.

Questions were still left unanswered though. Why was he feeling emotions? Why was he feeling at all, shouldn't this be fake? He rather hoped that the experience would be like a Pencive; he would be an invisible bystander who could escape at any point. This though seemed even better than a Pensive, he could talk to his parents as if they were alive. 'Here they are alive,' Harry reminded himself. He stuffed the stone back into his pocket, he could go back later, but first he needed to satisfy his curiosity. He needed to know what his parents were really like.

So Harry turned and made his way slowly towards the house he stopped when he heard his mothers voice coming towards him. It was strange to hear that voice say anything other than what she said the night they were killed, which he had heard so many times.

He watched the back of the house waiting for his mother and father to appear. The house was an extremely large one and could be labelled a mansion, most mansions can be gaudy or tacky but this one looked beautiful and old. It was peach coloured and had lots of old beams and a large thatched roof.

Harry looked around at the garden which was also amazing. Past the Quidditch pitch was a small lake with a little island in the middle which had a large drooping willow tree on it, the branches swept down to the water like fingers, brushing the surface of the water.

 A few yards in front of him he suddenly saw a gnome skip past holding a daisy. Surrounding the garden seemed to be a large forest. The more Harry looked at the place the more it reminded him of Hogwarts, on a smaller scale. Harry supposed that this was done on purpose.

Then the voices got loud enough to hear he clearly heard his mother say "I told you that Quidditch pitch was a bad idea," Harry swivelled around as his mother came into view.

She was as beautiful as he had imagined her to be in this lifetime. Her long red hair shimmered in the sun, she too looked slightly older than in the pictures he had. She had pale pink tinged skin. And pretty shining green eyes. She walked fast yet graceful as if it were an art. Lilly was wearing peach dress robes which billowed as she rushed over to her son, fear was in her eyes.

"Harry!" she called out before she got to him. Harry once again could not find words; he simply ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

"Harry are you alright?" She said holding him at arms width.

"I'm brilliant," Harry said enthusiastically.

Lilly then turned to her husband, "I thought you said he was ill."

"Well, I err, he was acting very strange just a minute ago," James looked puzzled, but smiled none the less.

"Are you quite sure your ok, Harry?" She asked again softly.

Harry smiled a genuine smile, "I am now."

Since his parents were giving him an odd look he decided he ought to give some sort of an explanation.

"When I umm fell off my broom I felt a bit dizzy and couldn't remember anything, but it just all came back to me and I'm better now," Harry finished lamely he knew it was a pathetic excuse but he had to say something. They both nodded but looked a bit suspicious still.

Then Lilly told them they should all go inside because the house elves would have tea served at any minute.

Harry stopped himself just in time from asking what Hermione thinks of them having house elves. Just in case somehow he isn't friends with Hermione in this reality.

Harry found it very difficult to pretend that he lived in this house, as he entered his mouth immediately dropped open. The house seemed alive with magic. The first room they entered was some sort of a sitting room with a large fireplace in the middle all around were moving pictures of the family, family even in his head that word sounded odd.

He glanced at some of them as he went past one struck his eye in particular. It was of Harry holding the Quidditch cup, to each side Sirius and James each had their arms around Harry who was blushing but laughing. Harry grinned to himself it seemed his Godfather was also alive. This seemed too good to be true. 'It's not true though 'a truthful voice said inside his head. It seemed the longer he was here the harder it was to remind him self it was not real.

A/N. I've nearly finished the next chapter, so that should be up soon. Please review!