Chapter 7: I'm not Dumb

"Oh, Harry, it's me, your mom," said Lily.

Harry turned his face away from his mother's and stared at Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm not 11 years old anymore. I do not need fake parents. I know you are lying about this woman being my mom because I know my mom died. I saw her die," said Harry. He stood up and started walking towards the kitchen door when it swung open revealing a tall man with messy black hair standing in front of him.

"H-Harry," said James with a reaction similar to Lily's. "It's really him, Lil's, he looks just like I did when I was a seventh year…except his eyes," said James staring into Harry's eyes. "He's got your eyes, Lil's, your perfect mysterious eyes."

"I know James, he's my little baby, my little baby," cried Lily as her perfect mysterious eyes burst into tears.

"You're not my parents," said Harry calmly.

"Harry, if you would like to accept the fact your parents are alive is up to you. There is no way I can force you to believe this, it's your choice. If you have any evidence saying these are not your parents I would love to hear it," said Dumbledore.

"In my fourth year, when Cedric died. They came out of the wands. Only people Voldemort had killed came out," said Harry.

"They did come out, did they not?" said Dumbledore as he thought out loud.

"But that doesn't make sense Albus. We didn't die, how could we have come out of Voldemort's wand like you explained early?" asked James.

"I suppose what happened was that the wands reversed all the spells it performed, and a replica of you two had been killed by Voldemort. So that must have just been the replica coming out of Voldemort's wand. Or the wand, thought it had killed you, so that's why a form of you came out of his wand," said Dumbledore.

"That doesn't make sense, and I know my parents are dead. If these are my parents, where have they been for the last 16 years?" asked Harry.

"In hiding, along with your sister, you know you have a sister right?" asked James.

"Again let me tell you, you are not my dad, and trust me, I don't have a sister," said Harry as he laughed as these people were trying to act like his family.

"Rose, come in here, now," said Lily. The kitchen door swung open, catching Harry by surprise, as he was so close to it. The girl had long red hair with soft curls. Her eyes were the same mysterious green as his. She was tall, only inches shorter than Harry.

"How old are you?" asked Harry.

"About 15 and a half," said the girl that stood in front of him. Her voice was sweet like honey and soft like a love song.

"You look just like my mom did in the pensieve," said Harry.

"Harry, I'm your sister, Rose. Rose Lily Faith Potter," said Rose.

"Professor, I want to believe you, but I can't. Why didn't you tell me early?" asked Harry.

"IF you knew your parents were alive, then things wouldn't happen the way they did. I went back in time to save them," said Dumbledore.

"What would have happened if they had really died?" asked Harry.

"I don't want to talk about it, all I can say is that when you fought Voldemort, you failed. You failed horribly. And the whole world eventually turned evil," said Dumbledore. "So you can recognize your mom, dad, and your sister as who they really are. Or you can destroy the whole world. Your choice," said Dumbledore as he repeated himself.

"I-I need proof they really are my parents," said Harry finally.

"James spit onto the floor," ordered Dumbledore. James did as Dumbledore had ordered and then Dumbledore pulled out his wand. "Gempolin," muttered Dumbledore.

The spot on the floor where James had spit glowed red. "Harry, spit there as well."

Harry spit on the floor on the same place James had and nothing happened.

"Harry, if James had not been your father, that spot would have turned either yellow, or red. Yellow if he was a sibling, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, or Aunt. And it would have turned red if you had little to no blood relation to James. James is your father and this is the LAST TIME I will TELL You!" said Dumbledore angrily. Harry starred, very confused, at Dumbledore. Harry had never, ever, seen Dumbledore raise his voice.

"I- I, I don't want parents. I don't want a sister. I thought I finally had my life figured out and then you hit me with this!" said Harry. Harry ran to his mom and hugged her as he cried. The last time Harry had cried and held onto his mother was the last night he had ever seen her. James and Rose walked over next to Harry and Lily and cried with them. All four hung onto each other, thinking, how perfect a family of four could be.