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Chapter 8: Reunited

The group arrived at Dumbledore's gargoyle out of breath and panting. They guessed for the password for ten minutes and finally made it up the staircase and into the office. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, smiling at them. Around him was a small group of people, all around the age of 36, except for McGonagall, whose age was unknown to everyone but herself. The first person they saw was a woman with blond hair down to her shoulders and beautiful blue eyes. The next was another woman, with wavy red hair and Harry's eyes. The last was a man, with the same mop of hair as his son and happy hazel eyes.

Harry was at a loss for words. Remus and Sirius, however, were not.

"Prongs! Lily! Mia!" They exclaimed and lunged at their long lost friends.

"Easy, there, Padfoot," said James. "Coming back from the dead is a very trying experience." Sirius laughed happily and grabbed Lily.

"I can't believe it!" he said, "You're actually back!"

Lily nodded and laughed. Sirius then moved on to Mia.

"Mia…" he said. Without another word he kissed her. They broke apart and she smiled.

"I missed you too, Sirius," she said. As soon as the five old friends finished their greetings, they turned back to the trio standing before them.

"Mom? Dad?" said Harry weakly. Lily nodded and rushed forward, tears in her eyes. She grabbed him and hugged him for as long as she could before James pulled her off and took his turn.

"Harry," said Lily. "I can't believe it. You've grown so much!" She pulled a wrinkled old photograph out of her pocket and showed it to him. "That was you when you were little. And look at you now!" She wiped her eyes.

"You've grown up really well," said James, standing up to look at his son.

"Is that where…?" asked Lily suddenly, pointing at Harry's forehead. He moved his bangs to show them his scar.

"Where Voldemort hit me with the curse? Yeah, it is," he said.

"I'm so sorry!" wailed Lily and pulled him towards her again.

"Mum, its ok. Mum I can't – I can't breathe," wheezed Harry.

"Let him go, Lily," said James, trying to get another moment with his son before his wife suffocated him.

"Sorry," sniffed Lily.

"So, Harry, I've heard all about how awesome you are at Quidditch. Wanna go for a ride?" said James.

"Sure!" said Harry.

"James, you can do that later," said Lily, composing herself. "We have to buy a house and buy Harry books and robes and anything else he wants. And also fifteen years of birthday and Christmas presents. And also Sirius needs a house and a wand and everything."

"Fine," grumbled James, obviously not wanting to go shopping. Lily may never have been really a girly girl but when she went shopping…all I can say is this: take cover.

"Mum, I don't need books or robes. I already have all those. School started yesterday," said Harry.

"Oh, not just school books! Reading books, extra dress robes, casual robes, things like that!" said Lily enthusiastically. "You coming, Sirius, Mia?"

James gave his friend a pleading look. Sirius grinned.

"No, I better go look for a house. Wanna come live with me, Mia?" he asked casually. She looked surprised but nodded.

"Sure," she said.

"Later, guys," said Sirius, and they left the office.

"How about you, Remus?" asked Lily, turning on the other one.

"Uh…"

"Great! That's a yes!" said James and grabbed Remus by his arm.

"Well, Albus, Minerva, we better get going," said Lily, looking at Dumbledore and McGonagall. "We'll see you later." With that, she grabbed her son, husband, and husband's best friend and started to leave. At the last moment she turned around and looked at Hermione and Ron, who had been standing rather awkwardly the whole time. "Would you like to come too, Hermione and Ron?"

"Sure," said Ron, shrugging.

They all walked to Hogsmeade. Lily grabbed Harry's arm, James took Ron's, and Remus got Hermione's. Then they apparated into Diagon Alley. Dumbledore had thankfully taken care of the press, so they weren't bothered by anyone.

"First, we're getting books," said Lily happily. James rolled his eyes and followed his wife, knowing better than not to. Hermione went because she loved books and thought this was rather enjoyable. Harry, Ron, and Remus held back. Remus had been lucky enough not to have to go shopping with Lily too often, but that made him completely ignorant on how to handle it. At the door of the store, James noticed the other three guys weren't coming and turned around.

"You better come," he said. "You don't want to pay the price." With that he disappeared. Remus, Harry, and Ron looked at each other and hurried into the book store.

Half an hour later, they came out with enough books to fill three big book cases. Big book cases.

"This isn't nearly enough," said Lily, shaking her head.

"Next time, I guess," said Hermione.

"Notice how neither of them are carrying the bags," Ron grunted and switched hands.

"Next time I'm taking you, Hermione," said Lily. "Only you appreciate books like I do." Hermione smiled.

"Where to next?" asked Remus, panting slightly.

"Quidditch store!" puffed James and they headed in that direction.

When they finally reached Quality Quidditch Supplies, the guys had enough time to put down their bags and put featherweight charms on them. Then they hurried off to see everything.

There was still no broom to match the Firebolt so James put two in his cart; one for Sirius and one for himself. He then put in a Broomstick Servicing Kit that was specially for the Firebolt.

"Ron, do you want one?" he asked, gesturing at the Firebolt.

Ron flushed.

"Oh, no, I could never accept it," he said.

"Nonsense. Your family took in Harry as one of their own. We owe you guys something. I'll get Firebolts for the lot of you."

"Mr. Potter -"

"James."

"What?"

"Call me James," said James.

"Oh o – ok," said Ron. "James, Firebolts are too expensive. We'd never be able to accept them for all of us."

"Well, how many of you guys are there?" asked James cheerfully.

"Seven kids, plus Mum and Dad," said Ron.

"Wow…" said James.

"Yeah," said Ron, turning pink.

"Well, how about Nimbus 2002's?" he asked. They were better than Nimbus 2001's but not as good as the Firebolts. And they were much less expensive. "I won't take no for an answer."

"Sure," said Ron, defeated.

James piled seven Nimbus 2002's into the cart, making sure not to scratch them or bend any of the twigs. Then he bought some Broomstick Servicing Kits (BSKs) for the Weasleys and went off to look at Quidditch equipment.

When they left the store, the Weasleys had four BSKs, seven new brooms, two Bludgers, a Quaffle, and a Snitch, plus a score board and three hoops that would levitate in the air instead of being held up by poles (they were much less expensive and Ron had drawn the line here). The Potters had all the same things except they had the pole hoops. These things were also made feather light.

Next were Madam Malkin's and then Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for a little break.

"Everyone having fun?" asked Lily. Everyone nodded enthusiastically, though poor Ron and Hermione looked embarrassed. James and Lily had been forcing gifts on them left and right. Harry was ecstatic, and not just because of all his great new things. He had a family!

"Now, we need a family owl," said James. The boys rushed off into the animal store and Lily and Hermione followed slowly behind.

"Found one!" shouted Harry. Everyone crowded around. It was a great horned owl.

"Can we name it Charlie? Pretty please?" begged James.

"Sure," said Harry. James grinned and paid for Charlie.

"Hey, Harry, do you have that two-way mirror with you? Sirius told me he gave it to you," said James. Harry nodded and whipped it out.

"Sirius!" he said into it and handed it to his father. They walked along the little street, munching on popcorn or licking ice cream cones.

"Paddy!" said James when Sirius appeared.

"Prongsy!" said Sirius.

"Any luck with the house?"

"Yeah! And the one next door is perfect for you guys!"

"Cool. Well, come on over here then. We're more or less done with our shopping and we want to see that house!"

"All right. Actually, let me just show you the garden and you can apparate here," said Sirius. A beautiful garden, filled with roses and tulips and complete with a pond appeared on the mirror. "Got it?"

"Yeah," said James. "See you soon."

He made to give Harry his mirror back but he didn't take it.

"Keep it," he said to his father. "It's yours." James smiled and pocketed the mirror.

"All right, well, you guys ready to leave?"

"Yup," the rest of the group said.

"Ok, everyone grab onto my arm." They did as they were told and he apparated them to the garden.

"Look, there they are!" they heard Sirius say. He and Mia rushed over.

"Come look at this house!" said Mia and pulled Lily inside. The house was a big, white, Victorian style house. It was slightly excluded with the exception of Sirius and Mia's house, which was right next to it, but there were other houses a little down the street. The inside was empty, but Lily said she would soon fix that. Everyone groaned, knowing that furniture shopping was probably in store for that evening and that would be much less fun than Diagon Alley.

James, Ron, and Harry all went to the back of the house.

"This is a perfect spot for a Quidditch Pitch," said James. And it really was.

Harry smiled as he walked through the back door and into the house again. He walked around for a while, occasionally running into the others.

"You get the first pick for a room," said Lily. "Hermione and Ron will pick too, for when they come over and spend the night." Harry excitedly ran up the stairs. The first room he saw was too small, and the next was too big. The third room was perfect, however. It had three windows, a window seat at each one, and a walk in closet . Harry smiled as he claimed it as his own. He was now truly at home.