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Chapter 31

When Harry woke up he found Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Violet, Dean, Seamus, and Sirius waiting in the common room for him.

"We know Harry," they said together.

"You told them?" He asked Violet. She nodded.

"Dean, Seamus, and Sirius were asking so many questions and I just couldn't make Ginny, Hermione, and Ron think that I didn't know when I did," she replied.

"We thank you, for your world I mean," Seamus said.

"I didn't do anything," Harry protested.

"You are still trying. That is why we thank you," Dean spoke up.

"You guys don't know what is going on," Harry dismissed.

"They do," Ginny pointed out.

"Did you guys. . ." He trailed off as he watched them nod their heads together.

"They had to understand the magnitude of what is going on," Hermione answered.

"Well, this stays within the group. No telling anyone else," Harry commanded.

"We won't tell a soul," Sirius promised.

"I am sorry, Sirius," Harry whispered to him.

"No you have no reason to be sorry. I am sorry for you," Sirius replied. Harry gave him a bright smile.

"This is what I have written to Mum and Dad. Hey Mum and Dad, it's Violet. Harry needs you. He says that it is urgent, but he wasn't sure how to tell you that so I'm writing for him. I love you both," Violet read for him.

"That sounds like I'm in trouble," Harry pointed out.

"Does it matter? As long as they get here?" Violet asked.

"I guess not."

"Good. I'm sending it."

Harry could barely concentrate on his lessons that day. He was wondering if they had gotten that letter and if they would just instead write back to him or actually come. He ran through the ways he would tell them and how he would greet them, but none seemed important enough. Through each class he sat twitching nervously.

A knock upon Professor McGonagall's door ripped Harry away from his thoughts. Behind the door was Professor Dumbledore.

"I need Harry Potter please," He said. She turned around and looked at him, but he was ready. He was already at the door. Behind Dumbledore was his parents. He stepped out into the hallway and just looked at them.

They looked exactly like the pictures that he had, except they were real.

"What is it Harry? We got Violet's message and came as fast as we could," his mother said, pulling him into a hug. He took a deep breath and could smell a soft violet in her hair.

"Mum," he whispered as he buried his face into her shoulder.

"Oh Harry what is it? What is wrong?" She murmured. James put a hand on his shoulder and he pulled away from his mother and hugged James.

"Hey buddy. It's okay. You're okay," he whispered to him.

"If you will follow me I will give you a room that is secure. No students will bother you," Dumbledore said. They walked through the hallway to the Room of Requirement. A room appeared and the three entered while Dumbledore said that he would be in his office.

Inside the room was chairs and a table. They took seats on either side of him.

"Now what is this all about?" James asked him. Harry, realizing that the time had come to tell them everything, swallowed hard. He reached up to his forehead and pulled the hair back. His parents gasped.

"Who did this to you? What spell did they use?" Lily asked, her voice filled with fear as her fingers ran over it. James eyes were wide and he was barely breathing.

"Voldermort," Harry said softly.

"Who is Voldermort?" James asked, looking over at Lily. Harry took a deep breath and swallowed hard. The fear on his parents faces were one that he hated to see.

"I am not the person that you think I am. I am your son, Harry James Potter, but I am not from this universe. I am from a time and place just like this, except you are dead. There is a man named Voldermort that killed you both in my world. I was orphaned and forced to live with the Dursleys. You both were aurors that went after him. A prophecy was made that said that he was going to go after the child born at the end of July that was the most threat to him. He came. You, Dad told Mum to run, to protect me. You tried to fight him off, but you were killed with the Killing Curse. He then came after me, but Mum got in the way. Mum begged for my life and he killed her, then he tried to kill me but it back fired and it hit him instead, but he survived. He only lost his body. He has been hunting me all these years. In my fourth year he got his body back and killed one of my fellow students. I was learning how to do the Killing Curse when Ariel told me that the only way I could kill him was with love, but that would require forgiving him and I can't. I was sitting there trying to when I wished that he had never been born and then I just suddenly came here and find out that I use to think that he killed my parents, but really he killed my parents and my sister that day. I just wanted to know who you were. Violet and Sirius already know what is going on. But I have to go back and I don't want to. I want to stay here and live with you guys because I have always wanted to know who you were," Harry blurted out.

James and Lily sat there, unmoving and silent. They looked at each other.

"Wait a second, son. You're telling us that in this universe we were killed, but how did that happen to come around? We are not stupid. We would have hid ourselves. . ." James started.

"You did, but Peter Pettigrew betrayed you. He was your Secret Keeper," Harry replied. Lily gasped.

"No. Not Peter. He's always been our greatest friend. Besides, why would we not have asked Sirius?" Lily asked him.

"Sirius didn't want you to make him that in fear that he would be hurt and you tried to ask Dumbledore but he also wouldn't allow it so you chose Peter, but Peter was really the right hand man to Voldermort."

James ran his hand through his hair, sending a jolt of happiness through Harry. He had always wondered if that was something he did and now he knew that it did indeed come from his father.

"We believe you, Harry," James told him.

"I'm sorry," Harry said.

"No no darling you have no reason to be sorry. We understand. Living with my sister would have been torture. Did they hurt you?" Lily asked him. Harry nodded.

"I didn't know I was a wizard until the letter came and even then they wouldn't let me see it. I had to learn from Hagrid."

"I'm assuming this wasn't the way you wanted your one meeting with your parents to go huh son?" James asked him. Harry shook his head.

"No it's not the way I imagined it, but it's better then the memory of the day you died," Harry replied. Lily took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"What happened that day?"

"Just what I told you. I remember Dad yelling at you to run, to protect me. Then there was this loud explosion that rocked the entire house. Then he came up to the room where you were with me. You stood in front of me, your arms out. You were begging him. Please, don't hurt Harry. I beg you. Have mercy. But he didn't listen. There was this green light and then you were dead. That's all I remember."

Tears glistened in Lily's eyes. James put a comforting arm upon her shoulder and one on Harry's forearm.

"Maybe you don't have to go back," James suggested.

"I have to," Harry responded.

"Why?" Lily asked him.

"Because I am the only one that can defeat him. The entire wizarding world depends on my success. The prophecy even said that neither one of us can survive while the other one lives. It's either me or him and it has to be him. For the sake of everyone's lives. If he wins then we all die and if I die then I would be with you both anyway."

"I am proud of you," James said softly.

"You are?"

"Yes. More so now then I think I ever could be. You are much older then your years. The fact that you are so much more then I could have ever imagined without us is remarkable."

"Your father is right. You are exactly what we always wished you would be."

"I just wanted to make you proud of me."

"You have. In more ways then one," Lily reassured.

"But when I go back you are dead. You have never met me. Here you know me. There you do not."

"No, Harry. We know you. Our souls will always know you. You are our son!" Lily answered.

"She's right. You are the same as the Harry here."

"We love you Harry, very very much," Lily told him.

"I love you too. Both of you."

The world spun once again and Harry tried to hold onto consciousness.

"Please, stay."

"We love you Harry."

"I love you..."