A/N: I am SO sorry for not updating for so long. I've been spending some time with relatives, then I stayed with my friend at her cottage, and of course I had to take a day off to read Half-Blood Prince. This story is going to be pre-HBP for two reasons: 1. I don't want to ruin the book for anyone who hasn't read it and 2. It would probably mess up the plot of this story quite a bit. Also, I'm very sorry to inform you that there will not be any updates this week because I'm staying at my grandparent's house and they don't have a computer. So unless I come home early, the next chapter should be Friday or Saturday of next week.
Also, one reviewer mentioned that the Potter's house was destroyed the night Lily and James were killed. That is true, but for this story we can just pretend that they were staying in their cottage to hide from Voldemort, so only the cottage was destroyed.
Thank you to my reviewers: MeTaMoRpHoSiS gUrL, jeevesandwooster, Ishita, Juli Black Potter, Jessica Halliwell Potter, FroBoy and RoxyLo. I'm terribly sorry if I missed anyone!
"Mum? Yeah…it's me," replied Harry, gazing longingly at the picture. "I didn't know you had a portrait."
"I made it before we died," explained Lily.
"Hi Harry," said James. "Wow, it's like looking in a mirror! You look just like me."
"He has my eyes," said Lily. "Have you been living here since we died, Harry?"
"No, we just got here today, actually," he replied. "I was living with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, but they kicked me out on the way home from King's Cross this year."
"They kicked you out!" exclaimed James. "Those dirty rotten little-"
"My own sister kicked you out?" asked Lily. "How could she do that?"
Harry explained the whole story to them. Then they talked all night about what Harry had been doing his whole life, and his parents reminisced about when he was a baby.
"There was this one time when - hang on, did you hear that?" asked Harry.
"Sounds like someone's calling for you," said Lily. "Go see who it is."
Harry got up off the floor where he'd been sitting and went out into the hall. Ginny was standing at the top of the staircase waiting for him.
"Breakfast is ready," she told him. "Mum made French toast."
"Forget breakfast, Ginny, you have to see what I found," said Harry, taking her by the hand and leading her towards his room.
"What is it?" asked Ginny excitedly.
They entered the room together, hand in hand. The Potter's portrait was propped up against the wall where Harry had left it. Harry rushed over to it and Ginny followed eagerly.
"Harry…is that your parents?" asked Ginny, kneeling down in front of it.
"Yes, we are," said Lily. "You must be Ginny, right?"
Ginny nodded, staring open-mouthed at the portrait.
"You're very pretty," said Lily, smiling at her.
"You look like Lily," commented James.
"Thank you," whispered Ginny. "I can't believe it…you're actually Harry's parents!"
Lily and James laughed, breaking the tension a bit.
"I can't wait to get to know you," said Lily. "But I think I hear someone yelling for you, maybe you should go downstairs for breakfast."
"Harry, Ginny, your breakfast is getting cold!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley. "Hurry up and get down here!"
"We'll come back after breakfast," said Harry to his parents, ashe and Ginnyleft the room.
Downstairs, everyone was seated around the table eating their breakfasts. They all looked up when Harry and Ginny came in.
"Where were you two?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"You'd better not have been snogging my baby sister, Potter," said Charlie.
"We have some really special news for you all," said Ginny, sitting down between Harry and Bill.
"Are you pregnant?" asked Fred. "You'd better not be!"
Mr Weasley paled and dropped his glass of orange juice. "Ginny, please tell me you're not-"
"I'm not pregnant!" exclaimed Ginny. "You don't have to assume the worst every time I say that I have news!"
"Are you sure?" asked George. "Because you are looking a bit plump, you know."
"I don't know, maybe she's always looked like that," commented Fred, a sly look on his face.
Ginny silenced them both with a very intimidating glare that would have put even Professor McGonagall to shame.
"Now boys, let your sister tell us her news," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry found a portrait of his parents in his room," explained Ginny. "We've been talking to his parents."
Mrs. Weasley gasped and got tears in her eyes. She quickly pulled a handkerchief out of her apron pocket and dabbed at them.
"Oh Harry dear, you must be so happy!" she exclaimed, giving him a tight hug.
"Yeah, I am," said Harry. "Would you like to meet them?"
Everyone nodded and followed Harry up the stairs, eager to meet his parents.
A/N: I'm sorry this is going to be really short, but it's nearly midnight and I still haven't packed and I'm leaving for my grandparent's house early in the morning. I just needed to get this up because I don't want you guys to think I forgot about you! Please review, I'd love to come home and find that I have a few new reviews.