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Chapter 16 Dead Man Walking
The lights are out in the city tonight
So close your eyes
Gaze up at the heavens
And see if you can point me out
If I could have one wish tonight
I'd wish upon a satellite
To bring me back to you
Bring me back to you
We spend our whole lives searching for
All the things we thing we want
Never really knowing what we have
The Night that the Lights Went Out in NYC—The Ataris
The two on the couch stood and smiled. They both beckoned for Harry, who still stood glued in his place.
"Mom? Dad?"
They nodded. Harry didn't understand. His parents had been dead for nearly seventeen years, yet here they stood, his mother's green eyes full of tears and his father's untidy black hair standing up messily in the back.
"This isn't happening," he said, turning to Ginny. "I'm dreaming!" he laughed. To prove it, he slapped himself hard on the cheek. "Ouch!"
"This isn't a dream, Harry," said James calmly, though he looked as if he were holding in a fit of laughter.
"Yes it is. See, I've had it before. We'll sit down and have a talk but then I'll wake up. You guys are dead!"
"That's funny," Harry's father said, turning to his wife. "I didn't think dead people could talk."
Harry looked to Hermione who beamed at him and nodded. All at once, Harry ran to his parents who both embraced him.
"Why are you…? How did you…?" He couldn't continue.
"I was hoping you'd explain that," sniffed Lily, sitting back down. "Tell us everything."
For the next quarter of an hour, Harry retold his story to his parents. James looked as if none of this was new to him, which Harry found slightly unusual. After all, the man had been dead for seventeen years.
"My guess is that when Voldemort died, something, a spell maybe, backfired in his wand," said Lily. "Where is it?"
"At the bottom of a lake. I snapped it."
"That's what did it, I'll bet," piped in Hermione.
"You're probably right," said James thoughtfully. "Well, now that you've explained why Lily's back, I think I have some explaining to do." He paused. "I was never dead, Harry. In fact, you've known me since your third year."
Harry squinted at him. He didn't remember ever seeing his dad for real that year. He'd thought he'd seen him, but it had turned out to only be Harry seeing himself.
"How?" he asked.
"Remus and I switched places years back. Only Lily knew about it. Voldemort killed Remus, not me," said James heavily. "If I'm not mistaken, the real Lupin is talking with the Order right now."
"If you weren't dead, why didn't you tell me? Why'd you leave me with the Dursley's for sixteen years?" Harry shouted.
"I was a werewolf, Harry! It was too dangerous. And like you would have believed it if some strange man came up to you and said, 'Hey, Harry, I'm your dad in his best friends body!'"
"No, I wouldn't have believed you. But I've been…Sixteen years!" he said weakly.
James raised his hands in defeat. "I'm sorry. Do you think it was easy watching someone else raise my son?"
"Well, you're back now, and that's all that matters," said Ginny from across the room.
Lily beamed at her. "Harry, you haven't introduced me to your friends."
"I've been a bit distracted. You know, I just found out I've got parents." He pointed to Ginny. "That's Ginny Weasley."
"Bloody hell, Harry! Your mum looks just like her!" cried Ron.
"And that's Ron," said Harry. "He's her brother."
"And I'm Hermione," chimed Hermione.
Harry smiled. "Those two are engaged."
"When's the big day?" James asked.
"Umm…" said Ron, blushing, "three years from now."
"Why so long?" asked Lily.
"I promised Bill."
"Bill?"
"My brother. He let a few minutes before you got here. You can meet him later."
"So they're engaged. Are you engaged to anyone, Harry?" asked Lily slyly.
Harry shook his head slowly.
"Got a girlfriend?"
this chapter was reall hard to write. this is actually the last chapter but dont go anywhere! theres more back story and what not coming up. dont ask questions, just nod and smile and keep reading.
