Author's note- yes I know it's a big surprise that I am alive, but something horrible but unavoidable got in the way- life. I can't helpit,high school sucks and there is nothing i can do about it, life must go on.But I am up-dating at least if that's any consolation. I will most likely up-date must more frequently now and I will get back onto my other story but this one was easier to write. And I know its short, but at least it's something, right?

Disclaimer- Any thing that you can recognize here is not mine and I am not taking claim to it, so don't sue.

Rating- PG 13, you should know why by now.

Summery- 5th year. Coinciding with a plan of Voldemort's gone array James Potter is brought back from the dead. Currently at the Dursleys Harry is having one of the worst summers yet, how long can he hold on?

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The next time Harry awoke the sun was straining into his eyes. He rapidly blinked them opened and closed trying to get rid of the searing pain he got from opening them. Finally after a few minutes he was able to see with out the consent of little white dots clearing his vision.

He sighed and looked down towards his feet. He noted slightly that Padfoot must have gotten up some time in the night or early morning, judging by the rumpled blankets and the end of his feet.

Harry sat up strait and tried to stretch out all the odd kinks and pains he acquired in sleep.

Suddenly out of no where Madam Pomfrey walked in with a quick stiff stride. As always she looked stiff and up strung, maybe she had somthing up her arse. She paused quickly, finally noticing that Harry was clearly awake and staring strangely at her.

"Ah Harry," she paused pursing her lips in a mocking sort of way.

"Welcome again. I would have hoped that I wouldn't see you until some time into the school year, but one can wish. But you really had a number done on you, lie back and let me have a look at you."

Harry sighted and complied to her wishes, letting her take over. Yes he knew that he was in here more then any one else, and practically hadhis own designated bed, for him alone. Butit didn't mean that he ment to do that.

When she finally finished with the non-stopping spells she handed him some potions and quickly walked into the other room.

The raven haired child looked down to the potions she had handed him; he grimaced recognizing the tasteless dreamless-sleep potion and the nostalgic tasting pain-reliever potion.

Quickly drowning the pain reliever, but set aside the sleeping potion.

'Seriously,' he thought sarcastically, 'She can't expect me to want to go to sleep again, because I have done enough of that already.'

After waiting a few minutes Madam Pomfrey came back, noticing Harry wasn't going to take the potion she just scowled.

"Well if you are going to be stubborn like that, you do that. I will just call down the headmaster so that he can speak to you like he wanted…"

She walked off talking about foolish headmasters interfering with her patience. The young Potter just stared after her with a bemused expression on his face.

Up at the headmasters office, Dumbledore, James, Remus, and Sirius, were all gathered around the oversized desk talking about their next mode of action.

"I don't think that we can just send James down there and go 'Hey Harry, you know what- I'm not dead.' it will probably scare the poor boy into a fit."

Remus said to the other two marauders.

"Well what else, there's really not an easy explanation to this…problem, and if we just tell him right out, treat him like an adult, it will be better."

Sirius counter attacked. James and Dumbledore just sat/stood there watching the other two.

"We have to break it to him easily; I mean this isn't something simple that happens every day."

James decided to intervene now,

"Um….guys, maybe Dumbledore should handle this. I mean he's old, intelligent, he can at least break the Ice." he paused for a moment.

"I just want to see my son." He said the last part quietly, causing his two friends just to stop and give him apologetic looks.

Dumbledore nodded, "Now all that's left is for him to wa-", he stopped just as the nurse came through the door, not bothering to knock.

She quickly informed them of Harry's awakening and quickly rushed out the door, sparing a quick glance at James, as she was still a little confused at how he came back, and was a little nervous around him. Dumbledore gave a cheery smile and popped a lemon drop into his mouth,

"Well that solves that problem, let's get going shall we."

The other three just sweat dropped at the cheery disposition. Sirius felt the need to comment, "Uh…does he have a plan?"

The other two just shrugged, not wanting to know. The three marauders left, after the headmasters, down toward the hospital wing.

Harry stared blankly at the old, and seemingly senile, old man sitting in front of him. For some unfathomable reason (to Harry anyways.) Dumbledore had just gone through a long explanation of how some unexpected things happen in life, some good, and some bad. Then went on to give him a lessen on something called necromancy which all went over Harry's head at explanation.

His head was swimming, but Dumbledore kept talking, and Harry found him self staring at the odd patterns on the wall.

Until he noticed that Dumbledore had stopped talking to him and was giving him a pointed look of clear amusement. Harry shook his head to get rid of the patterns imprinted on his mind, and turned his attention back to Dumbledore, he decided to respond as easy as he could.

"Huh?"

Albus Dumbledore just chuckled, and started twirling his fingers in his beard, "Well I can understand that you are a little confused right now, and by all means that's understandable but maybe showing you would be easy."

Harry just gave a clueless look, and felt a little embarrassed that he had not been paying attention at all, and now he wished he would have so that he could understand what is going on.

Dumbledore just smiled that annoying smile at him and then stood up.

He walked over to the entrance door, and opened it, to which caused two prone figures to fall forward in a massive heap. Some one, whom he recognized as Remus Lupin stepped out from behind the door, and walked in the room nodding at Dumbledore, and walked over toward Harry.

Albus chucked at the heap on the floor, and stated plainly, "Eavesdropping boys?"

Both looked up and shook their head furiously trying to deny it. Harry looked closer at the two figures, seeing one as his godfather Sirius, and the other was…

"Dad?"

James quickly stood up at his name, and looked toward the boy on the bed, who was just staring at him with unbelievable shock.

Obviously he couldn't believe what was happening, and truthfully, James really couldn't blame him. I mean, dead people usually stay dead, and usually, is being used lightly here.

The green eyes that painfully remind him of his late wife, just looked at him in confusion, disbelief stared right back at him.

The senior Potter really didn't know how to handle him self, he was hoping Albus; in all his old man glory would cover all this for him. But of course the man was a riddle, and took some sick amusement at letting him solve his own problems. 'I mean, for gods sake,' he thought to himself, 'Albus knows I am an idiot.'

He stepped forward scratching the back of his head in a sign of nervousness not sure how to proceed.

Harry just look towards Sirius, in an obvious sign of confusion.

"Harry, we have a lot to talk about, about our friend here I mean." Dumbledore took control again.

"Sir, I mean, who is that?" Harry motioned towards his father.

"Well you see, my young friend that is actually the one and only James Potter, your father." Dumbledore went on to explain to Harry what he had already told to Remus and Sirius, and what Severus had reencountered to him.

By the end Harry seemed to be in deep thought, inside he was just battling with himself over what he had just heard. He really didn't want to trust, but if Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus knew it was him, then he obviously thought it was true. He thought very deeply about what he felt, he was strangly comforted by the fact that his father was back.

Sadly, Harry knew that he couldn't fully trust him, at least not to tell him every thing, no, there would never be any one he trusted enough for that. Truthfully that kind of scared him, never to really trust some one enough.

Right now, Harry thought, he needed some one to comfort him, he needed a father. Normally he would just go to Sirius but he thought that by now he must be becoming a bother to poor Sirius. Always going to him when a problem arised, he needed to work for him self, not be dependent upon some one else, to walk on his own. But once, just this once, he would alow him self a second comfort.

He stood up, walked over to his newly found father.

James just stood there stiff, not sure what was going to happen and not sure if he wanted to know.

Until suddenly, Harry hugged him, tight as if afraid he might lose them. When James looked down at his son, Harry's eyes were tightly shut, and he had the look of a lost child on his face. James smiled and hugged his son, finally.

Author's note- NOTE HARRY DOES NOT FULLY TRUST JAMES YET! He just wanted some comfort and he just accepts him to be real. I am disappointed in this chapter, but again this is an strange one so what can you do? And if you have any prank ideas tell me! please!