THROUGH IT YET AGAIN

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and she is pretty good to hit the world with the story. Imagine how overwhelmed would a person be if your work goes popular like that.

Warning: If you find someone or things who does not seem to belong to J.K. Rowling, then that would be my fault since I'm only using her work to create my own version of Harry Potter.

Notes: My story is a bit slow and short. As of now I am having the feel of it.

Chapter 4

Meeting the parents

Harry groggily woke up. He glanced around the room trying to recollect what happened to him. He knew he wasn't in the hospital anymore. He jolted at the sight of Professor Dumbledore standing in front him. His familiar beard and distinct posture shone from the light that was coming from the candles floating above them. His eyes fixed on him with an unreadable expression.

He remembered now what happened before he got there. Remus gave him back his clothes to change and then had given him a sleeping potion. He said they wouldn't want him to know where he would be going and threatend him to be hexed instead if he refused. Harry could not believe Remus to be capable of such thing and told himself that may be because he was not in his world anymore. As for the potion he took it since he had no choice. He lost unconscious at once and now he was in the strange room with professor Dumbledore which to him had already died in his world.

Harry tried to move from his position but found himself being bonded on the chair. So much for being comfortable, he thought.

Professor Dumbledore conjured another chair from the nearby stand. He seated himself without breaking his eyes on the boy. Sirius was right he looked like James, he mused.

The boy glanced around the room again. Dumbledore knew the young man must be feeling uncomfortable at the notion of being held prisoner in a room that looked like a dungeon. Except for the door and the lights, everything was designed to look liked it. Technically it was not a dungeon but a room to put the new members of the order to the test if he was really loyal.

"Where are Sirius and Remus, professor?" Harry was now looking at him.

"Not here." Answered Dumbledore a little rough than he had intended.

"You must have had a lot of questions." Began the boy. His eyes met the old man.

"Yes, I asked Severus to brew a veritaserum." The headmaster watched if the lad would now be afraid but to his surprised he was not. He was more shocked on the name he had mentioned.

"Do you know Severus?"

"I knew him." The boy answered gently.

"From where?"

"The same place I knew you."

The boy had an aura of mystery which made Albus anxious to know who he was exactly.

"I think it is best if you tell me who you are first then we'll try the potion if you are lying." He now softly suggested.

The boy gave him his sweetest smile which made Albus remember the Harry Potter baby. "Still cautious, professor. I don't think potion is the thing that you need. It's more of an understanding. A broad mind but of course you always had the broadest mind."

Albus didn't know why the boy always used the words in past tense as if the things he talked about had gone on. It also didn't help that the boy seemed like an old man when he talked. He was only sixteen for merlin's sake.

"Sirius said you know them. With all the commotion, they forgot to ask you how."

"I will tell you," said the boy. his smile faded replacing it with deep sorrow "I do think I'm dreaming but I know I'm not.".

"Why do you think you're dreaming?" asked the headmaster gently but the boy was not able to answer as the door swung opened in a forced that sounded as if it was brutally open.

Harry gaped in shocked at the two people standing in the threshold. James was holding the door open with a hand and his wife, Lily was beside him. Both looked at him in the same state as him. Remus and Sirius behind the two, obviously forgotten at the encounter. It should have been a nice scene if it wasn't for James who charged at the boy in rage. Dumbledore stood up to stop him immediately.

"How dare you!" shouted James furiously. Lily followed her husband but stopped in the middle. She felt her legs grew weak. She couldn't take this.

Sirius and Remus joined the headmaster and restrained their friend from attacking the boy. They had never seen James like this before. The lad on the other hand had a looked of hurt in his eyes.

"Is this Voldemort's idea, huh?" exclaimed James, still struggling from his two friends. "Is this his idea using our son's memories for the intention of killing us? Is he really this desperate, huh."

Harry's eyes beamed with the same anger as James. "Don't go talking to me about Voldemort! I hate him with all my heart. He took everything from me!"

This had put a stop to James and his two friends eased their holds but kept their near in case he went ballistic again.

They could see the boy breathing heavily now. He seemed to be really angry at Voldemort. They saw him closed his eyes and when he opened them again, his face had regained its calm expression.

"I think you need to know something and you have to keep an open mind about this."

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Fifth finished: Yawn…

I'm back but my muse does not want to continue this story anymore. I can't believe her. I'm still trying to convince her to finish this but she said she totally had lost it. Apparently that little vacation rattled her fantasy rather than helped her. Grrr.

STill

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