"Harry..." Hermione trails off as she looks over his shoulder and up the stairs where three figures were now standing. She knew one was Professor Dumbledore since she could make out his white bead but she had no idea of the identity of the other two.
Harry pulls out of the hug and feels Remus rest a hand on his shoulder. He looks up the stairs and narrows his eyes at the headmaster. He looks down at the frightened child and scoops her up in his arms. She begins to wiggle to get free. "Stay still." He hisses as he climbs the newly restored stairs. Once he gets to the top he raises his chin and looks at the headmaster before thrusting the child out. "I think this belongs to them." He motions with his head to the other two figures.
One of the figures takes the child and cradles her. It was clearly a man who was eyeing Harry. "What did you do to my daughter?" He asks in a whisper.
Harry smirks and his eyes flash dangerously. "Oh. I'm sorry for touching your child. Your only one, right? She was snooping around where she had no business but we cleared things up." He spits out sarcastically and turns, heading back down the stairs.
Dumbledore shakes his head sadly. "Harry. There is no need to be sarcastic about this. Things can be straightened out."
Harry stops and turns to face them. "Things can not be straightened out. They have no idea what I've been through. Want me to describe it in only one word, hell. I've been through hell for my entire life. But what do you care. You have your favored child, now leave." He continues to walk.
The two figures now identified as Lily and James share a look before Lily takes a step down. "Harry?" She asks just above a whisper. She couldn't believe that this bitter boy was her son.
Harry doesn't stop until he is at the bottom with Remus and Hermione. "Yes. I'm Harry. The-boy-who-lived...a lie." He says sadly before raising his chin in defiance. He suddenly feels like his stomach was in knots. He leans against the banister for support. He also notices that Hermione isn't looking well, either.
Lily eyes the boy. "You weren't supposed to see us, Harry. It would of been better than way." She says sadly. "I told James that Sirius was not a good choice to be your godfather. He has apparently neglected his duties."
This was the wrong thing to say. Harry's eyes burn with anger. "You have no..no idea what your talking about. Sirius was the best godfather that anyone could ask for. I only knew him for a short time. He was locked up in Azkaban accused of your murders. But he escaped for me. He was a father to me..up until his death."
James steps down beside his wife with Emma in his arms. "What do you mean locked up in Azkaban for our deaths..did you say he was dead?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Hermione grits her teeth. "Sirius was killed during our fifth year here at Hogwarts. Voldemort tricked Harry into going to the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry. There was a battle and Sirius was knocked through the black veil by his own cousin." She places a hand on her stomach feeling as if it was going to rip out.
"But where did Harry live? We thought Sirius would care for him while we were gone." Lily's question is directed to Dumbledore but he doesn't get a chance to speak.
Harry was now standing straight, ignoring the pain. "I was raised as a muggle for eleven years of my life. My parents died in a car crash when I was little over a year old. That is also where I got the scar on my head." He lifts his black bangs up to show the scar. "When I was eleven I received my Hogwarts letter after Hagrid tracked us down. Uncle Vernon went through a lot of trouble to keep me from seeing any of the letters." He says in a whisper.
Lily's eyes widen. "Uncle Vernon. You mean Vernon Dursley. You live with my sister and her husband? That's impossible. Those are the worst people around. They hated everything that dealt with our word. thought that it was unnatural and weren't afraid to voice their opinion on that."
Remus steps forward. "I can assure that they are indeed the worse sort of people. I've been to their house to retrieve Harry several times and each time I've been met with a cold glare and a door slamming in my face. He lived in a cupboard under the stairs up until he was eleven. He was put on a diet along with everyone else when that whale of a cousin of his couldn't fit in his school uniform anymore. He has been through things time and time again with help from his friends. You've been selfish Lily, Prongs."
James blinks. "Moony. Is that you? It's good to you, mate. We did what was best for the boy."
"You left him to fight Voldemort alone. He has been on the top of his hit list ever since his first year here. He almost died first year trying to stop Voldemort from taking the sorcerers stone. Second year he had to deal the chamber of secrets. Third year he helped his godfather escape so he wouldn't have to go back to Azkaban. Fourth year he saw a fellow school mate murdered right in front of him as he watched Voldemort steal some of his blood to live again. Fifth year he had to deal with the loss of his godfather and again almost being killed by Voldemort. And finally his sixth year was spent dealing with the mysterious death of his best friend, Ronald Weasley. Tell me now that this was the best choice for the boy." Remus says trying to control his anger towards his two former best friends.