Harry's mind was swirling with ideas as he left the headmaster's office. He was slightly alarmed at the professor's non-committal on the subject. He saw no evidence of plans being put into motion and this made him uneasy and formed one key question in his mind, should he tell Lily everything? On one hand she would find out she would die within a few years if he told her, but the way it was she didn't know what danger she was in. How was he supposed to protect someone who didn't know the danger?

It dawned on him that this is exactly what Dumbledore had been doing since Harry was born; keeping information back and revealing it when it was needed. The question was when would the right time be? He decided he would think about it, talk about it with Ron and Hermione when he got back and most importantly tell Dumbledore of the vision he had the night before. It was then Harry decided what he would do, he would write a note to his Dad explaining everything, Sirius, Wormtail, the visions, everything. It would be his choice to read or not but one person in this time at least had a right to know they were in danger. The couple finally reached the portrait of the fat lady "hinkypoof" Lily mumbled as the picture swung forward revealing a hole to the common room.

"Harry, are you going to be alright?" Harry just nodded; it wasn't him he was worried about.

"I think I'm going to write another note to my dad. I take it that's how you found out about me in the first place?"

Lily nodded. "Yeah, James left the essay on the table and I took it up to him. Well, I'm shattered, I'm going to go back to bed, if you want anything give us a shout" she gave Harry a reassuring hug and climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitories. After going to his own room and retrieving some parchment, ink and a quill from James' trunk Harry started to write possibly the hardest letter he had ever had to write.

He curled up on a large red leather chair by the side of the fire, parchment balanced on his knee and ink on the arm. By the time he had finished the letter it was daylight, he had decided to do it in one go but that didn't make it any easier to right. The only reason he chose this method was so he wouldn't censor himself as much as if he was constantly re- writing it. Folding up the thick yellow parchment and casting a charm to stick it over, he wrote a disclaimer on the front

James/Dad/Whatever, this letter contains everything. If you don't want to read all of it I understand but you MUST read the first couple of paragraphs. Harry.

That would do, he went upstairs and opened his father's trunk looking for James' broom, and he knew flying would make him feel better. OK, it wasn't HIS Firebolt but at least it was flying. Rummaging through his trunk he realised it wasn't there so placed everything neatly back into the large wooden box and put the letter on top of it all, that would guarantee his father finding it. After failing to find the broom he resorted to looking under the bed, a Comet 260 was there, it would probably be one of the best of the time as it was still in used as the school broom 20 years on. Throwing on some old looking robes he made his way to the quidditch pitch and immediately started rising high and diving as low as he could manage without giving himself an injury. Climbing high up to 100ft and flying down as fast as he could, only pulling up when he could touch the wet grass below him. He must have been flying for hours until his god father coming down to the pitch "Oi, Harry, Come down!" Harry finished his last dive and walked over to Sirius, obviously he had been using the map because James and Harry would almost certainly be indistinguishable from that distance. "I need to ask you something". Harry had never seen Sirius like this, he was upset, he voice was cracking and he eyes were watery. For a second he recognised this boy as the same person who stayed with him at the end of the third task. "What did I do?"

Harry looked at Sirius, confusion plastered across his face "Don't play dumb with me, James came back livid with me, tried to attack me, said it was all my fault. What have I done?"

Realisation dawned on Harry; James had heard the published story and not the true one. "I can't tell you what it's about, but just remember it wasn't you, you are innocent and I'll make sure James knows it".

Sirius looked unconvinced, "What do you mean, you can't tell me. If something's going to happen I want to know"

"I told you, I can't. Too much rests on it, but trust me. You didn't do anything. Your my fecking godfather for crying out loud, you have helped me so much don't you dare go thinking you did anything wrong" Sirius looked shocked at this

"You mean that Prongs named me your godfather? I guess that means we start talking again"

Harry smiled "You did nothing wrong, just remember that"

Sirius seemed to calm at these words and changed the subject, ""And what were you doing with Miss Lily Evans all last night?" Harry felt anger coming up inside of him, that bloody map.

"We were talking, nothing else." Sirius raised an eyebrow,

"Come on Harry, you dig her". The thought made Harry feel sick, that was his mother they were talking about.

"Just drop it, alright" Harry was going to lose it soon, not out of anger but out of embarrassment.

"Alright, alright, anyways we have had an idea", an evil grin crept across Sirius' face. "I think a certain Snivellus Snape needs a new image".

The boys rushed to the Gryffindor common room to see Hermione already up, "Where've you two been?" She asked, a slightly annoyed tone to her voice.

Ron stared at her in disbelief; she was taking prefect status way too seriously. "James got a vision and matching scar pains"

Hermione paled. "How? He's not got the connection, he hasn't even got a scar".

Ron just shrugged, "Don't know why but I recon we had better come clean on the full story"

"Ok, but before we start let's find somewhere quieter so we won't be disturbed." Hermione suggested.

"Already decided, us three are going to the room of requirement." It was the first phrase James said. Ron obviously shocked to the point of being struck mute that Hermione agreed so readily.

The walk up to the room was a daze for James, he only noted the trio were performing their usual ritual to enter the room when the door appeared. When they finally entered the room they found it laid out like the snug of a few nights before, except with croissants and pumpkin juice replacing the sweets and butterbeer, they sat down apprehensively on the sofa and turned to James. "What do you want to know?"

James was shocked, 'so much for not screwing up the time lines' he thought to himself. "I want to know everything" he said, quite simply.

"We'll tell you as much as Harry would be comfortable with you knowing. If you want to know any more I suggest you leave him a note or something." James nodded; it was probably going to be the only way he would get any information out of them anyways.

"OK, before Harry is born a prophecy is made stating the only person who can kill Voldemort will be born at the end of July to a couple who have 3 times defied Voldemort. When the prophecy was made it was partially overheard by a death eater so Voldemort decided to kill those matching the description. You go under the fidellous charm to protect yourself; basically the only way to find you would be for a chosen person to disclose your location. Sirius proposes a bluff so you choose Wormtail, who betrays you. Voldemort tries to kill all of you, but because lily died to save Harry aveda kedevra rebounds on Voldemort, who disappears"

James looked sick; his eyes had glazed over "So, it wasn't Sirius. He didn't betray us"

Ron looked straight at James, "Sirius would never, ever betray you. He's helped Harry through so much."

"I hit him you know, between the last 2 switches I tried to beat seven bells out of him"

Hermione looked at James, "You knew didn't you? How did you find out?" From the way Ron's complexion paled to a similar one to James' she didn't need the reply.

"You twit, why did you tell him and if he found out by accident why didn't you tell him about Sirius. This is why you shouldn't have said something, what would have happened if he had killed Sirius? You could have ruined everything!" Hermione was off on a rant.

Ron felt the need to defend himself, "I didn't know he knew that part."

"So you knew he knew something! Why did you tell him"

"He-"No one would ever here the end of this argument. James noticing that this could go on sometime decided to interrupt. "If it's all the same to you can we please finish the story before I go away with anymore half- truths?"

Hermione took a deep breath; James was listening intently, still recovering from the initial shock. Harry or some other boy killing Voldemort? Sirius being innocent?

Hermione restarted her monologue "Harry got left with a scar, you see not the whole prophecy was overheard, the next bit was something about Voldemort marking his equal. Meanwhile the day after you die Sirius goes looking for Peter, he corners him but Peter transforms and escapes after he frames Sirius, shouting he betrayed you before causing an explosion which kills 13 muggles. Sirius was sent to Azkaban for life without a trial."

James couldn't control his anger anymore "But he didn't do that, he's out now isn't he? That bastard Wormtail."

Ron came over to James "I know it's hard but you've not heard it all, you'll find out everything. Trust me." James sat in silence.

Hermione continued "Harry is taken to live with his muggle relatives. On his 11th birthday Hagrid gives Harry his letter and tells him the truth. He starts Hogworts and meets us 2. That year a teacher tried to restore Voldemort to full strength using a stone hid in Hogworts. We did some tasks and Harry stalled Voldemort enough for Dumbledore to destroy the stone. Second year the chamber of secrets was opened by Voldermort's memory, Harry destroys the memory and kills a basilisk. Third year Sirius escapes from Azkaban, but everyone thinks he's out to kill Harry At the end of the year Peter, who had been hiding as Ron's pet rat, was forced to transform back into human form but he got away, Harry saves Sirius from the demetors. Fourth year Harry was picked as a contender for the triwizard tournament and eventually wins it. At the end of the year Voldemort rises by using Harry's own blood, removing any protection Lily's sacrifice had left in him, he also saw Cedric who was another contender die.

"Fifth year was the worst though, refuse to admit Voldemort is back, so try and discredit Dumbledore and Harry. The DADA professor had a vendetta against Harry; he's almost expelled after she sent dementors after him and he used magic outside of school. Harry has visions of what Voldemort is doing, at the end of the year he tricks Harry and lures him into the Ministry of Magic to receive the prophecy. Voldemort comes back in front of everyone. Sirius dies in the ministry protecting him, and Harry blamed himself for it, probably still does underneath it all. This year everyone knows Voldemort is back, Harry is no longer seen as a mad man but the scar pains are more frequent than ever and he has to cope with the knowledge he's going to be a killer or a victim."

James stared blankly at his son's best friends; he had been through so much, they all had. Why was all this piled upon the shoulder of a bunch of kids, people the same age as he is. How could they just take it in their stride? He couldn't say anything to them, it was too much.

"James, stop looking like that, he'd hit you if he saw you. Harry manages and it's him who has to deal with it all." James looked at the teens

"You've been there too, you kept saying you were there. How can you manage with it? How can you cope?"

Ron Shrugged. "We have nothing compared to Harry, anyway You-know-who is not going to ruin our lives. He's done a good enough job so far but there is no point, it will happen and we will be there with Harry. He's always the one who ends up fighting him in the end". James just looked straight ahead, not actually looking but just letting ideas fall through his mind until he blacked out.
Harry couldn't help but let a smile come to his lips "Revenge on Snape? I am in" He said simply. "What's the plan?"

Sirius' face lit up. "See, like father like son. I bet he trained you well" Harry forced a smile and fake sounding laugh, which went unnoticed. "So, anyway, Mr Potter Junior, the idea is basically Snivellus needs to brighten up a little. We were proposing a slight change in hair colour to red, and maybe some yellow robes." Sirius' smile could illuminate the darkest of rooms.

"May I propose though, Mr Black, that we accompany his change in image with a personality charm? May one recommend a cheering charm and possible a little tarentallegra?" Harry suggested.

"Why you may, thank you for the suggestion. I propose we play our little prank around main meal this evening." Harry burst out laughing.

Yes, it's that necessary chappy where everything comes out, I hate putting a/n in the middle of stories so I had to write it all out.

Ok, todays random questions

Why do "you knock seven bells" out of someone? Why on a bus does it cost less to travel 18 miles to Manchester than it does to travel 3 miles to Bury which in turn costs less than the 2 miles to Ramsbottom (despite them being on the same bus route)? Do the snobs of Upper Ramsbottom know that adding the unnecessary word at the beginning of the place names gives bad connotations, especially when said with the Lancastrian accent?