Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you like the final installment of this story!

Disclaimer: The phrase: "Bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death" is a quote from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by JK Rowling. I use this phrase (very slightly altered) during the chapter because I think that it really captures Snape's passion and pride in his potion making.

Just so you know, if you recognize it, it isn't mine -including all of the spells (with the exception of transeant per sacula,, which I made up using latin).

Chapter 4: Waking Up (Canon Harry's Point of View)

"This brings back so many memories. I remember you," he nodded towards James Potter, yelling for your wife to Run, and you," he nodded towards Lily Potter, "Selflessly sacrificing yourself for her son. Tell me, are you prepared to die for your son again?"

"You bastard! What kind of a man tries to murder a child?" Harry's mum screamed.

All wands were pointed at Voldemort, who did not even look the least bit concerned. He lazily changed the direction he was pointing his wand. "Hand the boy over to me and you will live."

Dumbledore calmly walked up to the front of the group."We will not stand aside Tom."

"Expelliarmous!"

Voldemort dodged the spell and shot a curse at him "Sectumsempra!"

"Protego!"

"Crucio!"

"Protego!

"Expulso!"

"Glacius Tria!" Dumblefore yelled. This time Voldmort Dodged and pointed his want at Sirius. This time you will die. Avada Kedavra!" Sirius dropped to the ground. Harry's heart hadn't beat that fast since that day in the graveyard. For a moment he thought that Sirius was dead, but he rolled to the side and jumped up."

"Avadakedavra!" This time he pointed at Lily.

Harry pushed her out of the way. He didn't care if he got hit by the killing curse. She would not die for him again. To Harry's relief the spell missed him as he dove to the side.

"You silly boy, it is not your job to protect me, you understand? I'm your mother. I'm old, I've lived my life. But you…you're still a boy. You have girls to date, and grandchildren to give us…don't ever do that again!" She scolded.

Suddenly it occurred to him that the other Harry was missing. Had he been kidnapped? Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. Harry was going to attempt to sneak up behind the Dark Lord with a large knife from the kitchen. It was insane. Nobody could sneak up on the Dark Lord. But maybe it did have a shot. Harry nodded at Dumbledore who moved Voldemort into the correct position. If Dumbledore was in on it, how could it go wrong. Harry ran up to him silently and swiftly and plunged the knife into his back.

"What have you done?"he croaked.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the dying Dark Lord. "Transeant per saecula!"

"I do believe he will be back, and if he soul should linger I do not want it to linger here."

The other Harry was staring at his hands. "Blood. So much blood. I can't believe that I…That I'm a …murderer. I've just killed," he choked. "I've just killed a man." He started to cry.

Both of his parents were by his side. "It was self defense. Violence isn't always the answer, but he was trying to kill us."Lily whispered into his hair."

" If we hadn't killed him he would have killed us. I promise everything is going to be okay now." James whispered soothingly.

Harry moved away to give them their privacy.

Dumbledore walked up to the Harry who did not belong in this strange, magicless universe. He supposed that the Headmaster had come over to comfort him somehow, but he wasn't the one who needed to be comforted. He wasn't the killer…yet. One day when he was a fully trained wizard he would have to face Voldemort, but he still had time. The Harry belonging to this dimension was the one who shaken. Why would the headmaster waste that time on him? "To kill is no easy thing. It tears apart your soul and causes a wound that can only be healed by remorse. He may have destroyed Tom's body but he is not truly gone. We have only delayed his inevitable return. However, that does not lessen the pain that he is feeling."

"Why don't you tell him that sir?"

"I will in due time. I believe that he needs time to grieve first."

If it were Harry would want to know about Voldemort right away, but Voldemort was his problem, not the other Harry's.

The night passed with solemness that was uncharacteristic for the Potter household.

James and Lily spent the night hovering around their son, The Sirius and Remus from Harry's own universe talked for hours catching up. That the left the professors and the Other Remus and Sirius who, with the exception of Snape, compared universes.

Snape spent the whole evening pretending not to stare at Harry's mother intensely. Harry tried to ignore it because if something used to be between his mother and Snape he really did not want to know.

Harry sat next to Sirius and Remus, content to listen to their conversation.

"This was not the reunion that I had hoped for-I was hoping that we would be lucky enough to avoid the Dark Lord. But then," he gave a dry laugh, "I'm a werewolf. Since when I have I ever been lucky? As it is I got to see you, James, and Lily again. As it is this is the luckiest I've ever been."

Sirius chuckled. "This is better than I could have ever dreamed of too, not counting you know who ruining the show. For a while I found myself forced to move between universes and then I landed here not long after Harry. I couldn't believe my luck, Moony. For some reason I knew once I saw Harry that the dimension hopping was about to stop."

Remus smirked. "How did you know? No offense Padfoot, but you've never been that intuitive."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "I'll let that slide because you thought I was dead yesterday. But to answer your question, I just knew. Everything seemed to perfect to be a coincidence. Harry was there, and so were James and Lily, and this is probably the most boring universe so far."

A dry smile slowly crossed his face. "You're in luck. Our universe isn't boring. There's been a resurgence of Death Eater Activity."

"Yeah, it's definitely not boring."

Harry stared at his parents over the breakfast table for the last time. With everyone at the table it was a bit crowded. They were concerned until they remembered that they had a transfiguration professor at their table. She extended the table effortlessly and sat down without looking the least bit tired. "It was nothing Mr. Potter. For even an experienced witch of average ability this would be nothing."

"Minerva, perhaps we should specify to which Mr. Potter we are speaking."

"You are correct Professor Flitwick."

"Professor Flitwick, what is it you teach again?" Lily asked politely.

The Professor grinned widely. "I teach charms, which are spells that affect an object without completely changing their form." When he noticed the blank stares he changed the way he explained himself. "For example, if I were to turn your couch blue and make it move by itself that would be a charm. Transfiguration would be if I turned your couch into a wooden stool. Transfiguration, Minerva's subject, changes the very nature of an object. She doesn't add abilities to an object. She changes the object's shape."

James even attempted to start a conversation with Snape, but Harry knew that was a battle lost before it even started. "So… …you're the potions master, right? It must be a difficult job. You're a bit of a chemist then?" Harry cringed. It was almost too awkward to listen to.

"No Potter, I am not merely a chemist. As a potions master I could make a potions for any purpose by memory. Medicine, poisons, antidotes-even potions for frivolous uses like cosmetics and pranks are all within my ability. I can bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper on death. Can one of your chemists do that?" Snape snapped.

"Now now Severus, you should attempt to be civil with your hosts." Severus shoved a bite of eggs into his mouth while he glared darkly at the headmaster.

The rest of the breakfast was completely silent. There was a sense that nobody wanted to talk about the impending departure, and because of this, nobody seemed to know what to say. Harry had never been fond of goodbyes, but saying goodbye to his parents for good…that, he decided, was the worst. It felt like someone was dying, except they were already dead in his world. He hated that he would have to go back to Privet drive and mowing his aunt's impeccably kept lawn as she hissed at him to try to keep his 'freakishness' under control while he was outside in broad daylight. His life outside of Hogwarts was an unhappy one when he was away from the Weasley clan and their bustling household.

When at last nobody could stand the silence any longer Harry offered to the dishes, and the other harry, not to be shown up by his counterpart also volunteered to help clean up. Lily shooed them away. "The dishes can be done later. We have some things to talk to Harry about before he leaves." This sounded ominous to both of the Harrys, so Harry stayed with apprehension building in his stomach while the other Harry left with obvious relief.

James, Lily, and both pairs of his godfather and Remus Lupin were crowded together on the sofa.

"We know how hard this will be for you, but you know,-" Lupin began.

"The ones who love us never really leave us?" Harry said.

Lupin smiled-his Lupin, he knew, because his eyes were more tired and he himself seemed to be trying to shield the others from his own grief. Harry only recognized it because he was feeling it too. "That's right. I know this won't be easy for any of us, but take strength from your visit here-that's all any of us can do. We have to take strength from the good times in order to get us through the hard ones."

"Of course we'll miss you too," said the other Remus, "don't anyone tell you otherwise. Now, don't forget to take care of yourself just because I'm not here to nag you about your health," the other Remus sternly reminded him.

"And don't let my otherself drag you into more trouble." Sirius looked indignant at the other Sirius' remark, but didn't get to speak. "He means well, but sometimes fear and concern for someone you care about can cause someone to react irrationally, which is something that I have been known to do over the years."

"I'll miss them too. Meeting them again has given me a whole new perspective on how to be better godfather, and with Voldemort being gone for now we have a chance to start over and prepare ourselves better for what is to come."

"And Son, don't forget that you're by far the bravest person I've met, and you don't have to take on every challenge you meet, and you don't have to do it alone. You are no less manly for asking for help. I love you for your kindness and bravery, but sometimes, you have to take care of number one. Understand." Harry nodded.

Lily drew him into hug and whispered into his ear, "Harry dear, I'm proud of you, and I know that the other Lily would be just as proud of you too. For some reason you don't seem to have much confidence in yourself and seem uncomfortable being Harry Potter. Harry, you were born to be Harry Potter, an intelligent, handsome, compassionate, and brave young man. Have a little faith that things will turn out okay. Love you." Harry tried to imprint those words into his brain so that he would never forget them. Those two words were all he had ever wanted to hear during his childhood with the Dursleys, but they were never directed towards him. They were always meant to for his cousin, who in Harry's eyes, deserved far less praise and attention as a child.

"Mum, Dad…Thanks for everything." He wanted to say that he loved them too, but teenage boys didn't tell their parents I love you…did they? He couldn't recall Ron ever telling Mrs. Weasley that he loved her. Harry stood there for a moment just staring, wanting to say something more, but not knowing what to say. Finally he acted impulsively and hugged them again. If anyone had asked him, he would have said that he had an eyelash in his eye or something, but he was feeling a little teary eyed.

"I guess this is it then."

Dumbledore tipped his hat towards the Potters and their company."It was a pleasure and a privilege to meet you all. I hope that the time will come when we will be able to meet under more pleasant circumstances." He looked at Harry. "Because this is a difficult spell you shall be traveling back with me. "Ready?"

Harry nodded.

"Transeant per saecula!"

He felt a distinct pinching sensation in his navel, much like the unpleasant feeling he got when apparating (and even using portkeys), but it was different in that it gave way to the sensation that he was falling. Had something gone wrong with the spell? Dumbledore didn't make mistakes, did he? He was powerful enough to duel the Dark Lord with silent, wandless magic and not look the least bit out of breath. Harry's thoughts began to grow fuzzy and then he remembered closing his eyes before he couldn't remember anything at all.

Harry woke up to see two pairs of eyes observing him. He couldn't exactly tell the color without his glasses, but he didn't need to sight to tell him that one pair was brown and the other was blue.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "We were really worried about you!When we went to wake you up you were confused! You were asking about your parents-I hate to say it mate, but we were wondering if you had gone mad! When we found it that it was another version of you we hoped that you landed wherever he was from. At least there you wouldn't have to worry about death eaters finding you before we rescued you, only, that didn't seem to work out for you very well did it?"

Hermione elbowed Ron in a way that reminded Harry of his mother. "Ronald, you really shouldn't bombard him like that after just waking up. Traveling dimensions is really dangerous and uses a lot of energy. He must be exhausted!" She turned to Harry, beaming, "Welcome back Harry. We missed you. Although having another Harry from an alternate universe was fascinating, he wasn't you!"

Although he was busy trying to adjust to the new world around him, he had missed Ron and Hermione terribly. There had been several times when he had wanted to tell them something, and them realized that they weren't there. "I missed you too! I have a lot to tell you."

So he told them everthing from the moment he woke up to the moment they left.

"So you're telling me that You Know Who was killed by a knife? That's it?" Ron asked in shock. It did seem a little strange that one of the most powerful wizards alive was killed by something as mundane as a muggle knife.

"The other Harry must have been terrified!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yeah, he took it pretty hard. After that everyone went quiet."

"Why would he?"

"Killed anyone lately Ron? It can't be easy. Who cares if he's the bloody Dark Lord? He still ended a life!"

"But he didn't did he? He can't really be gone, not if the killing curse couldn't kill him."

"He's not gone, but how was he supposed to know that? I would have felt the same way." Harry was beginning to get frustrated with Ron, so he was glad when Hermione hurriedly changed the subject.

"So tell me about your parents. I've been dying to know what they're like! We've heard some stuff from the other Harry, but it's different coming from him because he's not you."

"Well…" He told them about how his Dad played basketball and had a good sense of humor, but had really grown up since school. He had been afraid to learn about his dad after the pensieve incident, but his fears turned out to be for nothing. He was just like he had always imagined a good dad to be. His mum was smart, and also had a good sense of humor. She could be pretty protective, but Harry really didn't mind. He also got the sense that she was fierce. She was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry.

Remus and Sirius were so different because they had not been forced to live through the same hardships. Remus did not face constant discrimination because he was a werewolf and had not lost his friends, and Sirius was never a convict. He had had a chance to grow up and mature. He had never seen his godfather as childish before, but that was exactly what he was. He left that last part about his childishness out though, because voicing this felt kind of like betrayal.

"It would be cool to meet your parents." Ron said. "I wonder how much you're like them? I've been told that I'm like my mum, but I think that Fred and George were just joking around. It's hard to take those two seriously."

"I wish I could meet them." Hermione said regretfully.

"I do too."

Author's Note:

Hey guys! I can't believe that I'm finally done. This ended up being a lot longer than it was supposed to be, but it was so fun to write. This story is partially wish fulfillment because I would love the chance to read about Harry meeting his parents. I had no idea that I was writing a four chapter story! Please let me know what you think, this particular chapter was pretty hard, but it was necessary. At first I was going to combine it with chapter three, but decided that it needed to be its own chapter. Maybe I'll go decide to go back and rewrite it later.

Thanks so much for reading, favoriting, and reviewing. You guys make my day!

Sincerely,

ForeverLily