Chapter 8 – Confession
Harry left the office and went up to the one place he could almost be sure of quiet, the Room of Requirement. He and James needed a long hard talk. After passing the corridor 3 times the door opened and Harry went inside. The room was cosy today, a sofa and a few beanbags and a collection of butter beer and sweets in one corner. Slouching down in the sofa Harry made the first move "So, erm, I take it you heard that and have worked it all out?" "You could say that, why didn't you tell me how I was going to die...you could have at least told me your were my son. I should have realised when you looked in the mirror this morning. I am so stupid. But what right did you have to keep it from me" James was going to start on a rant unless Harry interrupted. Hesitantly he started. "When Dumbledore gave us the truth serum I said my parent's where dead. I couldn't do that to you. No one should have to know when and where he or she is going to die. Also it would have changed the future, and as much as I want you in my life I can't risk that". "Why not? Do you care about your family that little, that you won't even prevent our death when you know you can?" James spat "It's not like that. I'll tell you why. When I was one Voldemort came after me, he knew either me or this other boy were going to be the one who could bring him down. So he came to Godric's Hollow and you tried to give Mum time to run for it, you duelled and he killed you. Then he came upstairs wanting to kill me, but my Mum stood in his way so he killed her too. Her sacrifice though meant when he tried to kill me it didn't work, it rebounded on him, and he left. You probably know that from the office? But we had 13 years of peace as a result, if that hadn't have happened how many more would have died? It is not fair but what happened occurred for a reason." James was silent, grim acceptance was dawning on him. At least he died nobly, he didn't turn to the dark side and he helped save the world from pain. "You're right, sorry" "It's OK, you didn't know, and I bet it was quite a shock." "No kidding" James replied.
With that the familiar feeling of their bodies shifting occurred. It was an odd feeling, not painful but sort of tingly. Harry wondered what it was like for Hermione, he had to admit there wasn't too much work to be done between him and James; they could pass as twins anyways. The feeling passed. James experimentally lifted his hand and squeezed it a couple of times "Looks like I'm the boss again" He said, a slight grin on his face "Yes sir!" replied Harry, mock seriously. "Erm, Harry. I was thinking. I am going to have to tell the others. You know the Marauder's? Can you imagine if we shifted in front of them?" "I suppose so" The thought's of having to see Wormtail again made Harry feel bitter. He couldn't change it, too much was at stake. "Good, well, I don't know about you but I'm starving. I feel some brekkie coming on. Lets get fed." as if on cue James' stomach emitted a loud growl.
Harry left the office and went up to the one place he could almost be sure of quiet, the Room of Requirement. He and James needed a long hard talk. After passing the corridor 3 times the door opened and Harry went inside. The room was cosy today, a sofa and a few beanbags and a collection of butter beer and sweets in one corner. Slouching down in the sofa Harry made the first move "So, erm, I take it you heard that and have worked it all out?" "You could say that, why didn't you tell me how I was going to die...you could have at least told me your were my son. I should have realised when you looked in the mirror this morning. I am so stupid. But what right did you have to keep it from me" James was going to start on a rant unless Harry interrupted. Hesitantly he started. "When Dumbledore gave us the truth serum I said my parent's where dead. I couldn't do that to you. No one should have to know when and where he or she is going to die. Also it would have changed the future, and as much as I want you in my life I can't risk that". "Why not? Do you care about your family that little, that you won't even prevent our death when you know you can?" James spat "It's not like that. I'll tell you why. When I was one Voldemort came after me, he knew either me or this other boy were going to be the one who could bring him down. So he came to Godric's Hollow and you tried to give Mum time to run for it, you duelled and he killed you. Then he came upstairs wanting to kill me, but my Mum stood in his way so he killed her too. Her sacrifice though meant when he tried to kill me it didn't work, it rebounded on him, and he left. You probably know that from the office? But we had 13 years of peace as a result, if that hadn't have happened how many more would have died? It is not fair but what happened occurred for a reason." James was silent, grim acceptance was dawning on him. At least he died nobly, he didn't turn to the dark side and he helped save the world from pain. "You're right, sorry" "It's OK, you didn't know, and I bet it was quite a shock." "No kidding" James replied.
With that the familiar feeling of their bodies shifting occurred. It was an odd feeling, not painful but sort of tingly. Harry wondered what it was like for Hermione, he had to admit there wasn't too much work to be done between him and James; they could pass as twins anyways. The feeling passed. James experimentally lifted his hand and squeezed it a couple of times "Looks like I'm the boss again" He said, a slight grin on his face "Yes sir!" replied Harry, mock seriously. "Erm, Harry. I was thinking. I am going to have to tell the others. You know the Marauder's? Can you imagine if we shifted in front of them?" "I suppose so" The thought's of having to see Wormtail again made Harry feel bitter. He couldn't change it, too much was at stake. "Good, well, I don't know about you but I'm starving. I feel some brekkie coming on. Lets get fed." as if on cue James' stomach emitted a loud growl.