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A/N:

Originally this was going to be a really long chapter, but I cut it in half. I felt that the other half of the chapter took away from the first half, also I think I've ran into a short problem. I will be posting the other chapter soon. For the mean time enjoy this one and Feel free to Review! Constructive Criticism is always welcome by me and so is Flames! .

Also, must apologize for the first three chapters for the some of the spelling errors. In my own defense, I was so excited on finally having an account that I didn't revise roughly.

Chapter 4

Meeting

Everything was bright red, his eyelids burning from the dazzling beams of the sun. He opened his eyes the bright red fading and the blurry vision of the hospital wing greeted him. Stifling a yawn he reached over to the corner of the table for his glasses and put them on. He'd spent a rather restless night at first, tossing and turning, dreaming of his parents, of Sirius. He was finally able to relax and sleep a few hours when dawn broke.

He lay back down on the comfortable hospital wing bed, his gaze on the ceiling. He felt strangely anxious. He was going to see his parents, Sirius again. Just at the mere thought of this a sharp pang of sorrow struck his chest. He was going to see him again, Sirius, his godfather that always fell beyond the veil. He could see it, his own figure stretched out struggling against the tight hold by Remus trying to save him mere seconds before he falls. Stop thinking of it! Stop! He enjoined his mind, clenching his jaw tightly. He's here now! He can change what is to happen. He focused on calming himself slowly, focusing his mind on that one thought. You promised Dumbledore, remember? A sharper voice in the back of his head spoke out. I know that, it's just he began to respond but the sharper voice cut him off No buts, you don't want to be single-handedly responsible for paradoxical change do you? The voice asked. No, but I also don't want the entire wizarding worlds faith on my shoulders he answered bitterly. That's fate, just enjoy the hiatus while you can the voice responded in gentle coolness.

Sighing a bit he refocused his mind on something else, his parents. He couldn't help but wonder what he would say to his parents. He knew he was bound by the sacred promise that he made to Dumbledore. A promise that he could not break therefore he couldn't reveal a single thing of their future. He sighed to this feeling another gulp of anger in stomach. He sighed shrugging the anger off there was no point thinking about the promise he made he would deal with that when the time came. At the moment he had a more important pressing matter that he couldn't help but have. How was he going to talk to his parents? Any kid would know how and would find this as easy as anything, but those kids had parents, they knew them, he only knew them from the moving photos stories and their last words before their death that fatal night. Don't think about that! He commanded himself mentally trying to block the pain, the anger out of his mind.

Ill find a way he thought to himself with determination, Ill find a way some how. He could hear Hermione now Harry don't! You can't change the past! Her lecturing would carry on. She had her parents. He had to try something at least something, at least to prevent Sirius death if not his parents. At least this he sighed. Contemplating his emotions were never joyous thing for him. I just have to be the one he sighed once more. Enjoy the hiatus, you'll never get a chance like this again, the same old sharper voice from the back of his mind echoed.

"Ah, you're awake" the kind voice of Madame Pomfrey. Harry snapped out of his thoughts and turned his attention to her. She came to a stop by his side.

"And how do we feel today?" She asked placing her hand on his forehead.

"I feel fine" he answered, truly he was exhausted from the still lack of sleep but the pain in his forehead had disappeared and he felt good enough.

"Well I have some food for you to eat," she said kindly waving her wand. A few seconds at a time a tray floated to her, carrying a goblet and a bowl filled with portage.

"Eat it up, and after you're done professor Dumbledore will be here to see you shortly" she said in a soft strict tone, giving him a small smile as she turned and headed back to her office. Harry took a hold of the Goblet and gulped down the juice at once, he took three bites of the portage knowing he wouldn't be able to eat with the anxiety in his stomach. He felt as if he were about to go out and play a Quiditch game.

He pushed the tray aside and stood up on his feet. He stumbled for a moment, not having walked for a while now he took a few more caustic steps his muscles contracting. He shook his head to the side, looking down at himself he found he was wearing a pair of pajamas that he had no recollection of putting on.

"Erm, need to change" he muttered to himself finding his clothing lay out on the bed next to his. He turned around and closed the curtains swiftly changing. Opening the curtains once more he took. He looked around the hospital wing in an attempt to clear his mind from his painful emotions. Truly. The hospital wing looked exactly the same as usual, but the atmosphere was different, the atmosphere was what made the zeitgeist.

"Up I see" his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of professor Dumbledore. He stood across from Harry dressed in his marvelous robes, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with excitement, a smile not far from his old features. Harry turned his attention to him ready to respond when he noticed two figures creep beside him.

One was a fairly tall woman with scarlet hair down pulled aside. She stood tall in jeans and golden blouse, wearing robes on top of these. Her face was soft beautiful peachy; her emerald eyes sparkled with kindness, but held a passionate fire beyond. Harry knew those eyes. Next to her with his arm around her stood a tall man wearing a pair of jeans with a scarlet shirt mixed with gold. His disheveled black hair stood out exactly like Harry's and glasses that fell down his long nose. It would have been thought that he was Harry's older brother, the exact replica of him. The only thing that set them apart besides age was the man's eyes, his hazel eyes that sparkled beyond his glasses.

Harry didn't know what to say, he remained speechless. Here were his parents right in front of him, they looked exactly like the picture from their wedding in his leather bound book only they were tangible. For a few seconds all he could do is just stare at them, overwhelmed. They looked at him smiling the worry hidden behind that smile.

"Aw darling" Lily said at last the silence being broken. All three of them took steps forwards at last, breaking into embraces. Lily had her arms wrapped around him gently holding him close to her body. So this what it would have felt, having mum hugging me, he thought feeling all her warmth her undying love for her son. She let him go after what it seemed a millennium, her eyes filled with tears.

He took in a breath his own eyes beginning to water a bit; he was too overwhelmed he had his mum! She smiled at him wiping away the small tear that was making its way down his cheek. Harry couldn't help but smile himself. Lily shot a glance to James. Harry turned to him now, his father. The father he looked exactly like and always felt proud to be known to be just like him. The father that Snape loathed because he "strutted down the halls", because he humiliated him. His father that would stand up straight up like a man and take on lord Voldemort.

"Harry" James let out.

"Dad" before he knew it his arms was around his dads, holding him tight, James around his son embracing him tightly. James held him close, the tear trickling down his own cheeks now. Harry didn't know what to say. The words Dad, I am sorry, Dad I died in his throat as soon as he held on to him. He had his dad, he finally had his dad; maybe not for sure back, maybe not for all the 16 years he had missed and grown up at his aunts and uncles home, but he had him now. He had his parents love, he could feel his heart lighter than in had been for days, his worries wasted away.

They slowly broke apart, the tears staining their cheeks.

"Now that we have made each others acquaintances" Dumbledor said softly after a few moments of utter silence, he turned with a smile to all three of them.

"I believe you have time to spend with each other bond, and make memories" Dumbledore said quietly the last part directed to Harry. All three of them stood, James on one side of Harry and Lily on his other, both shooting glances of pure joy to him.

"I would prefer it if you used the floo powder from my office, it is the safest" Dumbledore said quietly. They nodded and followed him back to his office. All through that time they remained speechless grinning and stroking their son with pure love as they walked there. Finally the office door closed the room sparkling with the beams from the sunlight.

"Harry" Dumbledore said quietly and Harry turned his attention away from his parents to him. The headmaster looked serious at him.

"Remember, the promise you have made is a sacred among wizards, you cannot reveal anything that is harming".

"I know professor" Harry replied in a saddened tone.

"My boy, you're blessed with such an opportunity take advantage of it" Dumbledore replied warmly. He smiled weakly; he knew he had an opportunity to know his parents.

"I know professor" Harry replied.

They walked softly over to the fireplace.

"One last thing" Dumbledore making them turn before taking a hold of the powder.

"It is important that no one else knows that you're here, other than the ones that are trusted" Dumbledor said looking at all three of them seriously but most importantly to James and Lily, his facial expressions of pure seriousness.

"These times we face are dire, and the information of your presences in this time zone can prove to be ill," he said gravely.

"Take the precautions to be keep Harry out of the eye of the public and among those that love him" Dumbledore finished.

"We will headmaster" Lily responded attentively with confidence, James agreeing as well.

"Now, good luck and will contact you with any news of the time turn"

"Thank you headmaster" Lily thanked him with a smile, James smiling, hints of worries behind his smile, behind his hazel cocky eyes.

"We better hurry now Sirius is watching our little one and god only knows what kind of trouble their stirring up" she said smiling and casting a glance at her son.

"Knowing Sirius a lot may have occurred" James added darkly.

It hit him, he was going to see Sirius now. He was going to see his godfather; he felt a jolt of happiness and a pang guilt wrapped around it. He could see the department of mysteries playing in his mind, him falling over the arch. Don't think about it! His mind demanded he's alive! He's here.

"You alright there?" James asked in a worried voice. Harry blinked only realizing that everyone's eyes were on him.

"Yeah" Harry answered with a brief smile.

"Well come on now, Sirius is waiting" James smiled and ruffled his sons Hair affectionately. Harry couldn't help but smile genuinely but the pang and guilt still remained in his heart. Lily took a step forward and picked up the dust in her hand.

"Godric Hollow" she said clearly and bright green fires erupted swallowing her up.

"You're next," James said quietly pushing towards the fire. Harry picked up the dust as he stood in the chimney.

"Godric Hollow!" he said loud and clearly tossing the dust down and being taking by the fire. For the second time in his life he felt the complete turn of nausea as the fires carried him to another place.