A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, I wanted to make sure it was really good and that it went along with the plan of the story. Thank you to all the people who reviewed. It has been great.

Harry sat on the end of his bed talking to his parents. They were very interested in all the things he had done, like the Triwizard Tournament, saving the Philosophers Stone, meeting Tom Riddle and meeting Sirius for the first time.

'. . . and then I brought him back to Hogwarts, to his parents, like he told me to.'

'I'm proud of you son, you should be proud of yourself, not many people would be able to bring him back, not many people would be able to survive.'

'But I don't want to be famous for all these things! I want to be a normal kid, who grew up with his parents, watched the Tournament, knew his godfather, hadn't met Voldemort something like four or five times!' yelled Harry.

'We know, do you think we want you to be 'The Boy Who Lived'?' Lily asked calmly.

Harry sat down, 'no, I just thought . . . oh I don't know.'

'Don't worry about it, we know you're just stressed and a bit worried about how people have taken it,' said James.

'We have to go to an Order meeting ok? So you stay with Ron and Hermione,' said James getting up and stretching.

'Why can't I come to the meeting?'

'Well, I suppose you could,' said Lily, thinking about what she should do. She wanted to protect her son from hearing any bad news and she wanted him to trust her that he will find out these things at the right time.

'We will check with the other Order members and then we will get back to you, ok?' asked James.

'Fine,' sighed Harry.

Harry was silent after the meeting; he wanted to know what the weapon was. His mum and dad let him in the meeting for just a small amount of time. He smiled remembering how Sirius and his mum and dad had wanted to tell him more, but Molly kept telling them that Dumbledore didn't want him to know.

Molly had been acting strange lately. Lily and James could tell this wasn't how she normally was. Sirius muttered things under his breath after she spoke and even Harry looked at her differently.

Molly felt hurt. She had always been the mother of everyone, she looked after everyone, fed them, looked after them, comforted them, and now Lily Potter had come along. Hermione was now going to her for help with homework and asking her what books she read when she was at school.

Harry now had his mother so no longer did he think of Molly as a mother figure, and that hurt her. She had been there for him longer than she had; she slapped her self for thinking this. How could she say such a thing? It wasn't her fault Voldemort had chosen her family, it was something, as a mother, you had to do for your children. It wasn't like a choice whether you wanted to live or your son wanted to, it was just something you didn't have to think about, it was an immediate reaction. Any decent mother would die for their child, and Lily was just another example.

'I'm going to go to St. Mungos,' said Lily.

'But people will think, you know,' said James.

'But I want to see Alice and Frank,' she pleaded. She had told James about Frank and Alice a couple of days ago. It didn't go as well as planned. He started to ramble on about his parents and other people who had been ruined by Voldemort.

'I do too, but no one else knows that we're alive, people will get suspicious,' he told her.

'Fine,' she said and sat down in a chair and crossed her arms.

'Honey, you know I'm right.'

'Yeah, for the first time in your life,' she laughed.

'Hey!' he said after about ten seconds.

'Took you a while to work out what I said, didn't it?'

'No!' he argued, this time a quicker reaction.

Harry walked in, just in time to see his parents smiling happily and laughing. It made him feel good inside. He crept out of the room, trying not to disturb them.

He was going to leave when he noticed Hermione, she was looking at him.

'What?' he asked, a bit annoyed that she was staring at him.

'Their happy, aren't they?' she asked.

'What?'

'Is that all you ever say?'

'Wha- no. How do you know they're happy?' he asked.

'By the look on your face. You're one of those people, Harry. I've known it for so long. Your happiness depends on the happiness of other people. If your parents aren't happy, then you aren't. It's a good thing, and a bad thing,' she said in one breath.

Harry didn't know what to say. 'Thank you,' he said, 'for taking so much notice in my actions.'

Dumbledore sat Harry down and smiled at him.

Harry smiled back awkwardly, wondering what was coming next.

'Who do you want to return next?' Dumbledore asked.

'What?' Harry said, he started to laugh, Hermione was right, that was nearly the only thing he said. 'Sorry,' he apologized.

'Perfectly understandable,' said Dumbledore. 'Now do you have an answer?'

'Cedric,' he said definitely. Since he saw how his father had reacted when he found out he was dead, he had felt a part of his heart missing. To return Cedric to his father would be the best thing he could do.

'Good choice,' said Dumbledore. 'I can do this one easily.'

'I will need you to give me a memory,' he continued.

Harry nodded.

'The memory of just before Cedric dies,' said Dumbledore.

A/N: I do need your help. It is nearly time for Harry to return to school. After some other stuff that happens, but I really need to know whether you think it would be better to do it from Harry's point of veiw at school, or Lily and James' point of veiw, at the Head Quarters. Or maybe even like a chapter on Harry and then the next chapter on Lily and James. What do you think? It would be really helpful if you could let me know.

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