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A/N: It's been awhile, and here it is! Chapt 5!

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Kilikapel: I am glad you love it! When I was writing the fic I kept mentally reviewing everything in all 5 books. It struck me that in book 3 they talk about the whole going insane if their other self saw their other self. I had to incorporate that in here so it can be more canon but seeing how baby Harry is only three to four months oldit doesn't matter that much but it's only a safety precaution. lol.

Marquerida: I am looking forward to writing the Quiditch match out lol!

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Chapter 5

livid suprises

"Godric Hollow!" he spoke loudly in a clear voice, tossing the dust down as the bright green fire swallowed him up. For the second time in his life he felt the complete turn of nausea as the fires carried him to another place. He soon stumbled out of the fireplace coughing. His coughing slowly subsided as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, his eyes scanning his surroundings.

He found himself in a beautiful living room. There were three couches at a fairly good distance of the color light brown surrounding a rectangle table, in the middle of them near the fireplace. Just across there were a few smaller tables that held a few lamps and photo frames.

Harry examined the photos as he walked from the fireplace to the back of the room to a specific small table that was filled with photo frames and other small devices. He examined them closely; there were photos of his parents, Sirius, Remus when they were young and in Hogwarts, his grandparents and even one of his aunt Petunia. He examined the photographs carefully; his eyes fell specifically on one photo he already had seen owned. it was the photo oof his parents wedding with his godfather. They looked so happy, he sighed to himself. He knew this was all going to change in a year. Why were his parents the ones, why was he the one? Why couldn't it be someone else? He asked himself feeling the same pain in his chest. He tried to ignore it. Don't think of it! He demanded himself mentally.

"Find the photos interesting? They have good stories behind them; especially that one to the left, France summer of 1978" A recognizable voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Harry froze; he turned around he knew that voice, he dreamt of that person every night. Gulping the knot in his throat, he turned fully around to stare right into the face of a young man, about twenty. He stood tall; slender with a t-shirt that read Appleby Arrows with silver arrows that matched nicely with the pale blue background; and a pair of tight jeans on. His black hair fell down in wisps, to his neck and down his forehead. His gray eyes bore an expression of mischief as his handsome face was lit with happiness a smirk played on his lips.

It was his godfather, and he was alive. The image of him being hit by the spell and falling back over the veil played in his mind like an old black movie. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Sirius just starred at him with a half amused and quizzical expression with an arch eyebrow that served the expression well.

"Sirius!" Harry Finally rasped out. With such a force that almost knocked him off his feet Harry had his godfather in a clingy hug. Harry held on to him, holding back the tears that threatened to stain his cheeks once more. He was here! Alive! He's alive. The words I am sorry! I am sorry! Wanted to break through his throat and out his mouth but he held them back.

"Wow there pet!" Sirius said with a half back surprised laugh, responding to the hug for a few seconds and then letting go.

"Ah Harry, can't really breathe here" Sirius finally brokeout gasping a bit. Harry let him go in an instant. He felt slightly embarrassed and overwhelmed. Here before him stood the twenty year old version of his godfather, that never really had the chance to know him. He couldn't help but feel slightly pained with the fact that he didn't feel as happy to see him. How could he? He thought bitterly I am his downfall.

"You ok there pet?" Sirius asked unsurely this time his expression changed from quizzical to slight worry.

"Ah, yeah" Harry answered shrugging back his thoughts.

"I see you've found Sirius" came the voice of his mother from right behind him. He turned facing her. She stood with a smile on her features, her scarlet hair falling beautifully down her shoulders.

"Where's James?" Lily asked looking around a worried expression creeping in. Harry turned around. His father was right behind him when he left. He opened his mouth to speak when the fireplace turned green and James appeared. He stepped out of the fire place looking at the three of them.

"Sorry got caught up," he said shortly walking over to the rest of them. Lily gave him a quizzical look he shrugged it off. Harry looked between them curiously when at last Lily turned to him and Sirius.

"Dinner is ready in the kitchen, come on now Harry are you all right you look rather pale" Lily said in a slight worried voice placing an arm around her sons shoulder. She stirred him in the kitchen. He followed, into a beautiful spacious kitchen that had a table right in the middle for seven people. It was set for four this time. Plates floated in the air warmly as the food was placed on to the plates. Harry looked at the table, a thought struck him, where does he sit? The expression on his face must have been obvious.

"You're sitting here Harry" James said giving him a smile that was not entirely genuine. He took his seat, as did Sirius and James. His father sat next to him mother sat on his other side. Sirius sat on the chair next to James. Lily waved her wand the floating plates of food and spoons that served smashed potatoes and gravy slowly setting on the table.

He looked at his father and Sirius that already were gorging down their food almost in a hurried fashion. He picked up his own fork and dug in following the conversation between them. When a thought struck him.

"um where's…" he spoke quietly trailing off. The three of them looked at him. Sirius grinned.

"I already fed the little one, put him to sleep" Sirius smiled brightly and took another bite of his chicken.

"We've figured out how were going to do this" Lily said looking at Harry with the expression of such love a mother can give.

"Will be watching the little one up stairs individually while you spend time with each of us" she took a sip of her goblet.

"Tomorrow you'll be spending the beginning of the day with me and going through some old boxes" she finished taking a sip of her own goblet and smiling.

"And then Padfoot and I will come and retrieve you to play some quiditch, practice will be done by then and the place will be clear" James added in taking a sip of his goblet and a bite of his food.

"What position do you play in quiditch pronglet?" Sirius asked smiling brightly.

"I play seeker," Harry answered smiling.

"Seeker? Brilliant!" Sirius and James both applauded.

"Any good at it pet?" Sirius asked mockingly.

"Of course he is!" James interjected eyeing Sirius.

"I suppose will find out" Sirius remarked.

He felt light he was at a cross of being at home and unnoticed at the Dursleys a bi but with the people that acually cared about himt. The rest of night he spent watching Sirius and James talk of quiditch asking him questions at random that he answered quietly observing them. His mother joined in their conversations yet, turned and talked to Harry most of the remaining of it.

"Give it up Padfoot you know that Aidan is a good chaser as well but if we want to win the game we need to train more"

"Right, agreed Prongs but we can't all be over trained" Sirius responded thoughtfully as he took sip of his goblet.

"Agreed, but we need to be in good shape if were going to take on the Irish overall we need to be prepared if anything odd happens" James responded rather seriously, shooting Sirius a characterizing glance.

"And we are prepared Prongs" Sirius responded.

"Ahem. it's alright" James answered shooting a small glance at Harry and back at Sirius as he did the same as we;;/

He couldn't help but feel slightly unwanted, Sirius and his father kept shooting him glances at random, suspicious ones that he was able to catch by the third time he found his mother coming to his own defense and glaring them daggers. She had stirred off that moment of awkwardness by bringing out the cake.

"Pretty soon you'll be meeting Remus and Peter but I am sure you know them already" Sirius said quietly taking a bite out off his pieace of chocolate cake lily had served after clearing all the other plates by magic.

"Ah, Padfoot Wormtail is off on a business trip with his department remember? We wont be able to get in contact with him" James said quickly as he finished his own piece of cake.

Harry jumped slightly at the name, Peter the man that would betray them, the man that would cause his godfather 13 years in Azkaban and him to remain parentless and trapped in private drive for 10 years. He felt anger surge in him, he opened his mouth to speak. But stopped himself, you can't you're bond to the promise. He sighed mental, taking a deep breath trying to calm down.

"Are you aright Harry?" James asked looking at him.

"Yeah" Harry found himself answering. He stood up; he had not noticed there attention was on him.

"Just tired" he said honestly looking around.

"Where am I sleeping?" He asked wanting to be on his own.

"Here Ill show you love" Lily said taking him from the arm and leading him out of the kitchen and upstairs. Reaching the top step she led him down a long hall. She opened the door into a beautiful large room. A bed lay down in the middle along with some l'amoires. The colors of the room were of scarlet and gold. They walked further in. Looking on to le amoire stood pictures of his family, his mum, dad and Sirius.

"Sirius Decorated" Lily answered simply smiling.

"It's great" he found himself replying with a frown on his features. He simply couldn't smile. Taking notice of this Lily turned in front of him.

"You have to understand, your father and Sirius love you," she said reading his mind like a mother would.

"They're just very skeptical about this situation, give them time and they will warm up" she smiled her emerald eyes lighting up. He couldn't help but smile slightly, for a first time in his life understood what they said of a mothers smile carrying off the worries of a child. Before he could say anything she had put her arms around him and held him close where he could feel the warmth of her body weight, all her love. He could feel it.

"Don't worry sweetie," she said smoothly letting him go.

"There some clothes in the drawers for you, Sirius took the liberty of getting you some things" she smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you" she said

"I love you mum," Harry said quietly feeling a tear in his eyes as she left the room. He opened the drawer and took the nightclothes out slipping out of his Hogwarts uniform and into them. He laid in bed, the warm love feeling lingering still about him hoping that it would keep him from dreaming nightmares this night. He had no intention of screaming bloody murder and having them think he's nutter, especially his own father. Before he could finish his thoughts he was off in a dream.

"I don't know Prongs, he's rather off" Sirius said quietly as he stretched on the couch. James sat on the couch across from him his gaze fell on the burning fire. His hazel eyes blazed like embers.

"I know," he answered. Turning his attention back on him. Sirius was now covered it by the veil of darkness, his eyes and facial features were the only ones lit by the light as he lay completely on the couch now his arms under his head.

"Did you see the way his expression changed when I mentioned wormtail?" he remarked sitting up a bit "As if he were about to a throw a fit". James continued to starre at him his worry lines protruding.

"I know, it's odd really odd" James chimed in a sad tone. Why was his son, so uncanny so..he couldn't put a word for it. He sighed.

"I spoke to Dumbledore about him, told him how I found it odd just" James trailed off looking at Sirius for some support in the decision he had made. Sirius cocked his brow in a slight surprise and then shrugged it off.

"What did he say?" he murmured.

"That I shouldn't worry and take advantage of this, and that he is my son" James replied in a thoughtful tone, looking skeptically at the fire, his stomach clenching slightly at the direction th conversation was heading in.

"He does have a point" Sirius murmured once more "but it's fine to ask, he is rather…" he trailed off in a yawn.

"I wonder what's happened" James remarked slowly "He doesn't seem like my s" but before he could finish his sentence light feet planted themselves in the middle of the room.

"You're unbelievable! Both of you!" Lily said in a low tone, each word shaking with anger. Her one hand was placed firmly on her hip as her other hand held her wand shaking furiously. Her emerald eyes blazed furiously her scarlet hair adding to the action.

Sirius bolted up into a sitting position his face blank hinting ever so slightly that there was some fear hidden behind the expression. James made a motion to stand but thought better of it with one glance at her wand, that was held in such a clutch that shook in a raging manner,

"Your son! Your Godson!" she said sending Sirius such an angry glare with a swift glance between the two.

"His laying in bed wondering why his father and godfather is acting so callous! So uncaring towards him! And you two are here questioning his identity! Even asking Dumbledore!"

"Lily please I—" James began to say weakly.

"Don't lily me James!" she pointed her wand at him her eyes narrowing angrily, deep in them it looked as if a continuous explosion was taking place, tints of her emerald beauties darkening and lighting with each emphasized word.

"He's your son for gods sake! Your son! Your flesh! He feels just as awkward as you are! Even worse you insensitive twig!" her tone became higher by the second.

"Lily we were jus—"Sirius tried to say quickly, holding out his hands in a expressive manner his eyes pleading her.

"You! The nerve you have!" Lily cut him off ignoring his look, shaking her wand in his direction now.

"You're his godfather! His godfather! You should know better!Better! What am I talking about!" she laughed sarcastically. Both James and Sirius looked at each other gulping nervously "Your Sirius Black! You don't know any better than this" she pointed at James "twig!"

"You both should be ashamed of yourselves! Your Son James is here able to spend time with you! Us!" her eyes narrowed her features contracting to a slightly frown "Have a chance to speak to him! And your philosopher here!" she pointed at Sirius furiously her lips curling as if she were holding back a few more swear words she would love to say "that contradicts himself!" she referred to Sirius words of supposed 'honest' comfort he gave last night "and your both treating him as if he's some stranger! I hope you're proud of yourselves!" she shook her wand.

"Lily I am sor—" James tried once more, now on his feet his face apologetic.

"No James!" Lily shut him up for the second time,

"Get it through your thick headed skull! That sixteen-year-old boy up there is your son! your son! And you broke his heart thinking otherwise!" she let a sigh escape her angered phase.

"Lily we" Sirius attempted, now on his feet, his eyes pleading once more.

"No Black! He's your godson! Your Godson!" she shook angrily once more turning her attention to both of them.

"You two better get your acts straight right now! Or god only knows what kind of images your son will be leaving with!"

"SORRY!" they both finally said in unison.

"My son is the one that you should be telling that to" she said coolly her voice coming down into a more conversational level. With swift movement she turned her back walking two steps before stopping. Turning her body slightly to look at them.

"I am going to my bed," she added directing her gaze to James. With a swift turn she was on the staircase stomping up in a soft manner. The faint "De-silencio" escaped her lips as she held her wand to the halls and living room behind her and continued on up.

Both James and Sirius looked at each other, their faces pale from the ranting threats.

"I am sorry mate, Lils right" Sirius sighed. Rubbing his temples he thought, how could I accuse my own godson of such things? My godson.

"Yeah she is" James agreed with a sigh. He ruffled his black disheveled hair tiredly, feeling completely horrible, my own son my own child. He needed to stop this, his own son was here and he had to be there for him. He had to be happy, despite the suffering the wizarding world was feeling. He was just twenty with more worries than a twenty year old should have. But he had to become contend stay strong he had his boy, his little one and his older one.

"Sorry, Harry, Ill make it up, were idiots" James found himself saying out loud.

"We are" Sirius agreed.

They remained tacit for a few more moments; the fires rambunctious sparkswere the only source of sound other than they're light breathing. Finally the silence was broken.

"Well prongs looks to me like you're out of bed for the night, you welcome at my flat" His smile turned into a smirk after a moment.

"OH shove it Padfoot!" James snapped in an irritated manner, he wasn't in the mood for joking yet he appreciated the attempt, letting his hazel eyes sparkle.

"Night, Jamesie, will make it up it to him" Sirius said seriously before apparating with a Pop.

"I will" James muttered, fluffing up the pillows on the couch. Stretching his arms, he flopped on the couch taking a pillow in his arms. He starred at the ceiling with a determined gaze. Swearing he would make it up once morning would come.