A/N: Wow...I practically published two chapters at once! Yay for me! Well, I hope you like them. This story is going to be long, as some of you who may be following it may already be aware...but what can I say? I like using detail. This will go beyond their seventh year, if you can't already tell, so just hang on. It's getting there. I don't plan on leaving you guys hanging or anything.

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More Than Yellowed Pages

Chapter Nine

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "They are physically...err...perfectly fine," she told everyone. "Nothing at all appears to be wrong with them."

"Thank you, Poppy," smiled Dumbledore. "Harry, Luna, come with me. We have a lot to discuss with them..." he ushered Harry and Luna forward.

Sirius was pacing the room. Lily, Harry's mother, sat on one of the hospital beds with James. All three of them stopped what they were doing and looked up when Dumbledore entered with Harry and Luna. James and Lily stood and wrapped Harry in the tightest of hugs.

"We're so proud of you, Harry," his mother whispered. "I was so scared that..." she stopped. "But you're all right..." She held him away from her and studied him a moment. "James! He looks exactly like you! See!"

"Yes, but he has your eyes..." smiled James.

Harry blinked. His parents were talking as if they hadn't been dead for sixteen years. But then again, what else were they to do? At least they're alive. I can finally get to know them, he thought to himself.

Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly. Lily and James looked up. "There are things which we absolutely must discuss." He whispered. He turned to Sirius, who took a seat on the nearest bed and nodded for Dumbledore to continue. "There is yet another prophecy in the Department of Mysteries," he told them, "of which Luna and Harry are already painfully aware..."

Sirius scowled. "What kind of prophecy?" he practically spat the word as if it were vulgar to him.

"It's about Luna and me." Harry said quickly. "Mom...dad...this is Luna. She's my girlfriend." He introduced. "Voldemort killed her parents, too..." Should he have said 'too'? After all, his parents had come back somehow, and Luna's father had not. Harry glanced at her, and she nodded. "The prophecy is about us..."

Dumbledore sighed. "James, I gave Harry the journal as you asked, but it did more than it was supposed to do. You see, history is repeating itself, and through that journal, we have been able to predict what is going to happen," he frowned.

"I see..." nodded James. "What exactly does this prophecy say, Dumbledore?" he asked rather calmly.

Luna's bottom lip quavered. "Headmaster...I've heard it once. Must I stay and hear it again?" she whispered.

Harry shook his head. "Go get some rest, Luna. Can you send an owl to the Burrow and tell the Weasleys everything? Ron and Hermione are outside...you can send them in too, I guess." He frowned. "Besides, Hermione knows more about what's about to happen than most of us do..."

"What do you mean, Harry?" asked his mother.

"Ms. Granger is a seer." Dumbledore explained.

"Like Jackie?" Lily's eyes clouded.

He nodded. "Yes. Like Jackie." He frowned. "Voldemort is in London. We know that thanks to Ms. Granger...but, thanks to Peter, he knows what she is. He plans to kill you, and send Peter after Hermione. And then, according to the prophecy, unless we stop him before Halloween after Harry's 19th birthday, he will kill Luna and Harry and take their child...for what purposes, we are not sure. That is why he has to be caught before the Graduation Ball."

"Peter?" screamed Sirius. "I should've known! How the bloody hell else could we be standing here? Voldemort must've messed up when he brought old Wormtail back, and brought us with him. Interesting...I still get my chance to wring his traitorous little neck..." Sirius smiled at the thought.

"What would Voldemort want with Harry and Luna's child?" demanded James.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't know. We have members of the Order placed all over London and the Hollow trying to find out. Severus is under cover as we speak..."

Hermione had entered. "But Professor, did you hear me? We have to find the Professor! I think he's been hurt, and Voldemort knows he's on our side!" she gasped, dragging Ron with her as she ran. "Have you found him yet?"

Ron paled. "Sirius!"

"Yeah?"

"And Harry's parents!"

"Uh-huh." Sirius nodded.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Ahem...the Professor is fine. He's being tended at St. Mongo's...and thanks to him, we will more than likely be able to catch Tom..."

"Did you just call Voldemort Tom?" gasped Harry.

"What do you mean, you'll be able to catch him?" demanded James. "We tried for several years, and we never..."

"Dad, the Malfoys, and even Bellatrix LeStrange are in Azkaban. And Voldemort is heading for the Hollow to kill you and mom and Sirius thinking Snape was lying to him about the Order being stationed there..." Harry explained.

"How do you know...?" began his mother.

"Hermione."

Dumbledore clapped his hands. "Well, I shall have Professor McGonnagal bring me your wands...I've kept them, of course, and then, what do you say we drop the somber subjects for a while?" he smiled. "After all, Harry and Ron have a Quiddich game soon..."

"The game!" Ron gasped. They'd completely forgotten in all the excitement.

"Harry has been the Gryffindor house seeker since his first year," Dumbledore pat him on the shoulder. "He takes after you, James...even when it comes to that little rule breaking problem you used to have..."

James blushed slightly.

Harry looked down. It warmed his heart to see his parents, alive, sitting next to Luna and Hermione and decked out in every piece of Gryffindor merchandise imaginable. Also present at the game (Harry guessed they must have apparated) were Fred and George Weasley, Oliver Wood the old team captain, and Professor Lupin, looking as if he felt one hundred percent better. Harry smiled as he watched Lupin hug his long lost friends.

Then, Lee Jordan's voice boomed out over the crowd. "Today's championship game- Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" he announced. "Madam Hooch is releasing the quaffle now..."

"And there was yet another foul move from one of the Slytherin team members! I hope Weasley is going to be all right...that looked like it hurt..."

"Ron!" Harry yelped. Ron was laying on the stadium floor. Hermione, still sitting in the stands, looked as if she was going to be ill. Then, Harry spotted it. The snitch was zooming in and out of the Gryffindor goals. He wasn't that far away...

"Potter has spotted the snitch!" yelled Lee Jordan. "It's all over, Slytherin!"

"Lee!"

"Sorry, Professor. I mean it will be over...as soon as Potter...Potter caught the snitch! He caught it! Gryffindor wins the house cup...again! Ha! Two years in a row! Beat that, Slytherin!"

Fred George, and several on the Gryffindor side ran out to check on Ron as soon as the whistle was blown. Madam Pomfrey quickly got him onto a mobile stretcher and levitated him into the castle. Harry, his parents, and the rest of the Gryffindor team quickly followed her.

"You did great!" Harry's dad smiled.

"Harry's brilliant on that broom, Prongs. One of my ideas, by the way..." Sirius smirked. "That firebolt's about a hundred times better than those old Comet 260's we used to fly around on..."

James gasped. "Yes, well, it's not like I could do anything!" he challenged, sticking his tongue out as if he was a little boy.

"Honey..." Lily whispered.

"I lost that one, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did..." she laughed.

Harry laughed. "Are you two always like this?"

"Actually, I couldn't stand your father at first...but he grew on me." Lily laughed. "My sister, on the other hand, well...she could never really stand anyone...she's so...she just doesn't know how to have fun..." Lily paused a moment. "I should go pay her a visit..."

"No!" Harry screamed. "She...wouldn't like that," he sighed honestly. "She told me you died in a car crash. When I got accepted at Hogwarts, they locked my things in the cupboard over the summer. They were glad this was my last year. I can get a job in this world, and I won't have to go back...especially now that you guys are here..." he frowned. They had reached the infirmary.

"Mr. Weasley, you shouldn't let those Slytherin's knock you around like that!" Madam Pomfrey was scolding.

"It was a bludger," he groaned. "I'll walk it off..."

"Did she say Weasley?" James gasped. "His parents must be..."

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "Molly and Arthur? They're in Romania with Charlie..."

"You'll be fine, Ron," smiled Hermione. "Madam Pomfrey can be a little over dramatic at times, you know..."

At that moment, the double doors to the infirmary burst open, and Hagrid and Mad Eye rushed into the room. Upon seeing Lily, James, and Sirius there, they stopped.

"Bloody hell..." whispered Hagrid. "Lily 'n James!"

Moody and his eye studied them for a few seconds. "Well, I'll be. It is..." he smirked. He gasped, as if he suddenly remembered why they had burst through the doors as they had.

"Dumbledore!" Moody yelled.

Dumbledore looked up from what he was doing. "Yes?"

"We've got problems at the Hollow!" he announced, and James, Lily, Sirius, Harry, Lupin, McGonnagal, and Hermione all jumped up from where they sat.

"What kind of problems?" asked Lupin.

"We need wand power!" Hagrid announced. "Kingsley's got old Voldemort 'n one o those binds. Tonks is there, o' course, but we hafta hold him off till the Azkaban guards arrive!"

"Voldemort's in the village?" gasped Dumbledore. "Anyone who can work a proper charm, follow me!" Surprisingly, Dumbledore did not object when Harry and Hermione dislodged their wands from their pockets and followed him out.

Luna was coming up the stairs as Harry, his parents, and the others were running down. "What's going on?" she asked worriedly.

"He's in the village, Luna!" Harry called, although he continued going in the opposite direction.

Luna stopped. "Harry Potter! Have you gone crazy! I'm coming with you!" she growled, pulling out her wand and running down the stairs.

"What if you get hurt?" whispered Harry as they finally got outside of castle grounds.

"He won't hurt us, remember? He wants us alive at least another year or so. He wants that baby..." she reminded him.

"Yeah. This time, he's coming for my parents and Sirius..." Harry's face was set with anger. "I can't wait until the Dementors get here. I want to watch them administer that Dementor's Kiss." He scowled as every bad memory he ever had swarmed around inside his head.

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A/N: Shorter, and a bit of a cliffhanger...maybe if I get some reviews...(hint hint). Hope you liked it!