Spoiler: They still aint mine!!

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Ch. 5 Bond of Father and Son

"Hey, Harry and I are going for a walk ok?" James smiled leaning towards his wife.

She smiled happily, "ok, have fun," she said as he kissed her on the cheek and left the Hall with an arm around Harry's shoulder, eating a peace of bread with the other.

"So tell me, what do you wanna talk about?" James asked as they went outside to the fresh air, he was smiling as he looked at Harry.

"Well…the world actually," he smiled.

"Yeah, but what corner you wanna start on?" James smiled, he's got my humor, he thought to himself.

"Well…what happened this morning? And mum?" he asked as they walked along the sides of the Forbidden Forest.

He sighed, "I'm not sure what's going on with Lily, but she was pretty pale after the Dementors, but she's too powerful I don't think they effected her…" he trailed off and muttered, "it's something else."

"Wait, what were Dementors doing here?" Harry asked puzzled.

"They joined Voldermort apparently," James sighed looking into the forest through the thick trees.

"Damn," Harry said, but his mum was more important, "what about mom?"

"As I said I don't know," he breathed in, "she's got me worried though, I don't like how pale she is."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. They walked in silence for a minute or two, thinking about their beloved Lily.

"So everything's clear with you? You have no questions about our life or anything?" James asked as they reached the lake.

"I have questions…" he hesitated, "I just don't wanna ask them," he laughed nervously.

"Come on, this is your old man your talking to!" James laughed as they watched the giant squid do Olympic worthy tricks in the water.

"The last thing I'd call a guy with a pony tail is old," Harry laughed.

"Thanks," James nodded still smiling at his son.

"With all this stuff about mom being the most powerful witch and all," he began uncomfortably, avoiding his fathers dark blue eyes, "is the prophecy still true?"
"You mean the final battle?" James asked.

"Yeah."

"Unfortunately it is," the 36-year-old said wearily sitting down on the grass, "Dumbeldore told us that you thought Sirius was dead that night at the Ministry of Mysteries, your mother and I both thought it was a perfect time to tell you about the prophesy."

"Odd timing actually."

"Yeah, I knew perfectly well that there was gonna be too much for you to handle, but I knew how guilty you felt about Sirius's accident (if you will) and you needed to know that it wasn't your fault. Voldermort could access your mind, I needed for you to know that…It all led back to the stupid prophesy," he sighed looking at a patch of grass, "Lily was still reluctant to tell you, but I told Dumbeldore that it was way overdue you finding out about the prophecy, and I may add this tid bit, that day, when Trewlaney made the prediction, Sirius and I were in Hogwarts. Sirius almost blew up at the news."

"How did mum handle?"

"She was terrified obviously," he smiled, "that's when Sirius decided that no matter what he was gonna make you a marauder, so you could pull pranks and escape trouble wherever it followed."

Harry laughed, "what about all the stuff Dumbeldore's been telling me? That the power of the love mom had for me, the love that made her die for me, is that all true?"

"Were you able to burn Quirrels face with your hands?"

"Yes."

"Did you defy Voldermort when you were only 15 months old."

"I guess."

"Then there you go."

"But mom didn't die for me!"

"Come on Harry!! Use your brain!" James said, "she gave up her entire life so you could live! Sacrifice doesn't necessarily mean dying for another's sake. Sacrificing something is giving up something for yourself so someone else could reap the benefits. I sacrificed I dunno…getting a concussion try to stop a Bludger from hitting your mom. You sacrificed your sock so Dobby could be free!"

"How d'you know about that?" Harry asked surprised.

"I was behind you, I was in the office with Dumbeldore too," he said.

"Cool!"

"There are no great sacrifices or small sacrifices, they're all the same, you give up something so someone else can obtain the benefits," James smiled, "it's what keeps the world spinning," he paused with a self satisfied smile, "hey, I make a pretty decent dad!"

"I'll say," said a voice from behind them, they turned around to see Lily, wrapped in a dark blue cloak, approaching.

"How long have you been there?" James asked turning around.

"Just to hear the last peace of advice," she smiled, "I'm not gonna bother you, I already had my moment with Harry, you two need catching up. But I just came to say that they're doing the ceremony for Sirius at 6 so yeah, just thought you oughtta know."

"Thanks," James smiled, she went from behind him and kissed him on the lips with a smile.

"See ya boyez," she said walking away with a wink.

"It's so great having parents," Harry murmured, not really being aware of the fact that he had spoken what he was feeling.

"It's great being back in your life again Harry," James smiled.

Harry looked at the man whom he greatly resembled, "so…um…there's something I've been wanting to ask you about since last year…I think."

"And what's that?"

"Why do you hate Snape so much?" Harry asked, "I mean, I hate him too and him calling mum a mudblood yesterday was just wrong, but…I went into one of Snape's memories last year, it was of when you and Sirius flipped him upside down after taking your OWLs."

"Oh…yeah, Sirius told me you'd seen that," James nodded, "I'm not proud of what I did, and I prayed and prayed that you would get to see a memory of me during my good days," he shook his head, "Snivellus and I have never gotten along, and since I met your mother I've been in love with her, and he's always called her names…That always bothered me. And he used to do the same thing to Piper, that's why Sirius hates him so much as well, actually his hate for him goes way deeper. But there's more to it, its just unexplainable powerful hate."

"Who's Piper?"

"He hasn't told you about her?"

"Who?"
"Sirius!"

"He never mentioned anyone named Piper, who is she?" Harry questioned sitting Indian style facing his father with great interest.

"Jesus, I imagine it's too hard for him to talk still…wouldn't blame him," James said starring off into a distant place, "Piper was Sirius's love, she was his everything. They grew up side by side, she was a black sheep too, she hated her family. So, they fell in love, they started dating during 5th year, they were made for each other."
"What happened?"
"Well, Sirius, Piper, Remus and I were Aurors and with the Order. Pipe was really powerful, almost as powerful as Lily, she had actually been raised in hopes of becoming Voldermort's right hand, his queen basically, so he was after her, furious at her for not being one of his walking zombies. Sirius married her the day after we graduated Hogwarts, the same night I proposed to Lily," James smiled, looking off into a distant and faraway place, his eyes glazed over with thought as he recalled the olden days, "she was pregnant three months after that, Sirius was ecstatic."

"Sirius has a kid?" Harry asked surprised.

"Yeah, I was her Godfather," James smiled, "she was born three years before you, she would've been in her last year at Hogwarts I imagine."

"What happened to her?"

"Well, Sirius and Piper loved Rose to death, Sirius would be willing to stand in front of the Knight Bus and have it run over him full speed but see his daughter crying! It was Rose's fourth birthday, we were all in hiding, not daring to go outside for fear of our lives," he paused, "we were at the Blacks that night, celebrating her birthday, you were there too. Suddenly maybe 30 Death Eaters filled in the house, Lily managed to Dissparate you out of there, but Piper, she had been holding Rose," tears filled his eyes, "and uh…Voldermort sent the Avada Kadevera at Piper, it hit both of them."

"No way…"

"Way," smiled James sadly flicking off a tear, "it destroyed your Godfather."

"Wow…" a long pause took its place between them as Harry considered this, "what did you mean by the hatred between Sirius and Snape is deeper then just name calling."

James sighed, "one of the Death Eaters that night was Snivellus."

This hit Harry upside the head with full force, missiles came crashing into his chest. Harry was dumbstruck. He not only found a new reason for hating Snape even more, but he found a new view point for looking at his godfather. Harry had always thought that his father was the only Marauder to pay such consequences to be on the side of good, but Sirius! He had never hinted being in love or having had a little girl, ever! It felt odd, though Harry didn't like admitting it, he never thought that Sirius was a guy who would "settle down" and Harry had never imagined him having another life…It sounds odd, yes, but he had always thought that Sirius only lived for James and Harry.

"Oh my God," Harry sighed tears staining his eyes.

"You ok?" James asked squeezing Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah," he said shaking himself out of his thoughts.

"You know what I was thinking?"

"No."

"That we, as in Lil, Sirius, Remus and I have a little Quiddich game one of these days," James smiled, "I've seen you playing, your pretty good!"
Harry smiled, "dad, another question."

"Fire away!"

"Um…when the years over, I'm gonna come and live with you guys right? I wont go back to the Dursleys?"
James laughed, "of course you won't go back to those dolts! Your coming home with us."

"America?"

James eyed Harry closely, "would you be ok with that?"

"I don't really have any friends I won't be able to keep in touch with. I mean Ron and Hermoine, I can just floo them."

"So you're ok with it?"

"Yeah!" Harry said brightly.

There was a pause as they both imagined their life with the other, how it was going to be, the envisioned how they could bring to life every fantasy they ever had about having a father, or in James's case, having a son who new that he was alive.

"So…tell me my dear boy, what's your take on Quiddich?" James smiled, "I've see you fly, your better then me, and I might add that that's quite a feat!"

Harry smiled, "thanks."

"How do you like being Seeker?" James smiled.

"I love it," he said truthfully. He loved having a father, even if the feeling was a bit too strong to handle just yet. There was still the lingering question of why now, why not a few years back? Why not next year? But another part kept telling him to ignore those questions and be happy with the feeling of being truly completed with the love of parents. With the love of his father.

"Don't tell your mother this, but do you know how glad I am that you're a Quiddich player and not a bookworm?" James asked seriously.

The two laughed and hugged in a tight embrace. Life was finally looking up for them….

Well, at least for now…