Groaning Harry turned on his side. Feeling the softness of a bed, he refused to believe he had to get up and get out of it.

Opening his eyes to 90 darkness. Realizing he was up in his dorm bed Harry pulled back the curtains to see his friends's beds all neatly made and ready for them in the Fall. The sun was pouring in through the window and Harry had the sudden urge to go flying.

"Harry Potter! You're awake, sir!"

Harry jumped in surprise at the two large eyes looking at him, "Hi, Dobby. What are you doing here?" Harry asked, growing exited because as things started flooding back to him he felt he could ask Dobby what was going on.

"Making sure you have everything you need, sir. Are you hungry? Dobby should go get you some lunch," Dobby said and was about to take off but Harry stopped him.

"Dobby, what happened this morning?" Harry asked.

"This morning, Sir? You were sleeping is all," Dobby answered with a puzzled look on his face.

"How long have I been asleep?" Harry asked.

"Three days, sir. We were hoping you'd wake soon," Dobby said.

"What happened before I was asleep? Do you know?" Harry asked.

Dobby looked to the floor and crossed his legs as his face went a pinkish color, "Dobby promised he would not say a thing," Dobby said.

"Who did you promise that to?" Harry asked.

"Oh, ah. Headmaster and sir Black," Dobby said, "But I really should go get you something to eat, sir. I will be right back." and Dobby took off before Harry had the chance to say another word.

Getting up slowly because of a bruise or something on his stomach Harry went to shower and dress. While Harry was in the shower there was a knock on the door. Harry jumped, his heart started beating faster. He turned off the shower and grabbed to put on his robe.

"Dobby has brought you some breakfast!"

Harry relaxed at the sound of the ever so annoying voice that never did him any good naturally.

Harry hardly ate his meal. He merely picked at it as Dobby watched him carefully.

"So, Dobby. Who sent you to be here with me?" Harry asked, his stomach doing flip flops as he tried to understand what was going on.

"Oh, nobody. But I think I should go inform the Headmaster you have woken." Dobby said.

Harry waved him on. In hopes to get Dobby out of the way so he could go out onto the Quidditch field to think some before having to face anyone.

Once out on the field he took a seat on one of the seats and put his feet up on the bench in front of him. Thoughts couldn't leave his mind. What he had saw. Was it real? No, it couldn't be. James Potter was dead. Harry just thought he had seen him. But then why was Sirius and Remus acting so weird and why had he passed out?

Harry was so confused that alone could of killed him. He let the hot sun beat down on his arms and legs as he tried to figure out what was going on and how he was going to handle it. If there was anything to handle in the first place.

"Harry?"

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin when Sirius's voice came from behind him.

"What?" Harry asked.

Sirius sat next to him and acted as though he was about to say something but didn't.

"I don't want to talk Sirius. I came out here to be alone," Harry said, not looking at his godfather.

"Harry I have to talk to you about something real important that you should know," Sirius began, not knowing how to tell the young teen that his dead father of 13 years has apparently come back to life.

Harry kept his face strait. His stomach in a knot because for some reason he had a hunch of what Sirius was going to say and it had to be a lie.

"Harry, your father is back. He's alive and well, Harry," Sirius said.

Harry stood up and faced Sirius, furious. Sirius could tell by Harry's facial expressions just how he was feeling.

Waving his arms as he talked Harry shouted, "That's a lie! There is NO way!"

"Harry, you saw him. You saw him the other night. That's why you ran out. I know you know it is true! You have to believe it. Good things happen to you too," Sirius said, trying not to raise his voice when Harry stood in front of him looking so angry he could of spit on Sirius from just talking and use his raised hand to hit Sirius with all his might.

"No! I was sick! I was seeing things! You're lying to me!" Harry shouted.

Sirius stood up and grabbed Harry by the shoulders roughly, "Listen to me. I would never lie to you about this. You know I wouldn't! Look at me Harry! You know I wouldn't lie to you!"

Harry struggled to get away from Sirius and after a minute he let go of him. Making him stagger backwards before running up to the castle. Sirius watched him go until he was out of sight. Not knowing what to do he went to see Professor Dumbledore.

"You knew it would be hard to get this through to him," Dumbledore said.

"I know but not this hard. Harry won't believe it. He thinks I am lying to him," Sirius said.

Professor Dumbledore looked like he was in deep thought as Sirius rambled on.

"Maybe he is still sick. Madam Pomfrey should take another look at him quick."

Dumbledore put up his hand, "Sirius you know Harry. You have gotten through to him the best you could. Now Harry will most likely take matters into his own hands,"

"You think he believed me?"

"I believe he is suspicious of it. I think James and Harry will soon be reunited. But at Harry's pace and of course James's. Harry has been wishing something like this would happen all his life. It takes time for him to realize it has come true." Professor Dumbledore said.

G. 5th year boys dormitory

A furious Harry laid flat on his back on the bed. Hoping he wouldn't need to speak of even see anyone for the rest of the summer.

How could his father be alive? HOW? Why hasn't he come to see him? Doesn't he want to see his son?

Thoughts raced Harry's mind as he slowly relaxed to the point he almost wanted to fall asleep. But at the thought of anyone barging in on him at any given moment kept him awake. The more and more he stayed conscious the more and more he grew anxious to go see this guy. This James Potter. But what would he say to him? Would his 'dad' want to see him? Was this whole thing even real or was Sirius lying?

Without warning Harry sat strait up in his bed. Bending over to dig in his bedside table's drawer for the Maurders Map.

He opened it out across the end of his bed, looking around the whole thing. Studying it, trying to see if his dad was on the map. Because the map never lies and if he was on-...

Harry stopped breathing as he saw a tiny name labeled, "James Potter" pacing back and fourth in a small room off of Professor Dumbledore's office. Quickly stuffing the map away Harry covered his mouth and closed his eyes. Thinking he was about to be sick .

Instead, though, he laid back on the bed. Covering himself with the quilt and closing his eyes.

To James

In a small little room with nothing more then a bed, dresser and a bathroom. James Potter paced the floor. Worried. And you might add, in shock. His baby was nearly 15 years old. Just thinking of Harry made him want to see him more and more. But Professor Dumbledore said it wouldn't be a good idea for him to go to Harry, but to wait and see if Harry goes to him. Dumbledore seemed sure this would happen but James didn't know when. All he wanted was to go up and sleep next to the boy he used to rock at 3 in the morning. He wanted to put his arms around him and suck in the warmth of the body he and the love of his life brought into this world. The only thing big he did without magic was the most magical thing in his life.

A knock on his door made him stop pacing. Was it Harry?

James's hopes were dashed when Sirius stepped in with a semi-smile on his face.

"Hello, Prongs. Still up I see," Sirius said, coming in and shutting the door behind him.

"I want to go be with him. What if something happens?" James said.

Sirius looked down for a moment, "James, you know Harry is safe inside Hogwarts. He's up in his dorm. He is in the same house as you were!"

James smiled, "I already knew that."

Sorry it took so long to write this and sorry it's kinda short. The last week has been hectic. I just wanted to make sure you knew I didn't quit the story. I don't plan on it. After I post this chapter I will begin writing the next. I hope this chapter is ok.

coming soon: Bumping into 'things'