Okay, I know it's been forever. No I don't have an excuse. But in all honesty, I was typing up the chapter, and then my computer died, and I took it into the store, and they said that there is a high probability of losing all of my stuff, which includes my outline for this story. And also, I will be updating TGT, TM , +L R PS, but I can't, since Elspeth 25 is reposting her fic at the moment, and hasn't gotten to the sixth chapter yet, meaning I don't have the comments of the Marauders or Lily.

This might have some plot loops in it, and that's because I don't have my outline, and if in further chapters it is messed up, I apologize profusely. But thanks, all of ye reviewers, who have stuck by me so far.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter *sobs*

It was dark. Not the scary kind of dark, but the, calm, cool, and friendly dark. The kind that reaches out and seems to be saying soothing words. This was the kind of darkness he was enveloped in.

He could hear voices. "What if he dies?"

"… your best friend. He's mine too."

"It's been three days!" That one shocked him. He had been like this for three days? What about his son?

Harry. That brought a sweet sort of pain to his chest. His son was alive. But he hadn't seen him grow up, hadn't helped him. He didn't know what his favorite color was, what House he was in, who his best friends were, anything! It filled him with motivation. He needed to wake up. For Harry.

"Sirius? Remus?" James voice was hoarse with lack of use. Instantly his two best friends were at his side.

"James! You're awake! We were so scared!" Sirius had flung his arms around James, and was holding on to him for dear life.

"Padfoot. Can't breathe." James gasped out. Sirius reluctantly let go of him. For the first time, James took a good look at his friend, and was shocked at the change. It was definitely still him, but his eyes had a haunted look, something one only sees in someone who had lost almost everything. And Remus, he looked older too. Both of them looked like people who had been through hell and back. "What happened to you!?!"

Sirius and Remus looked at one another, silently wondering how much to tell their friend, so recently returned from the dead. Then Sirius slowly turned his head back to James and said, very softly, "I spent 12 years in Azkaban." James looked shocked.

"12 years! Seriously, I know you're a prankster and all, but what could you have possibly done that made you spend that long in Azkaban?"

"I was technically innocent. Pettigrew framed me." All three men felt a spark of hatred for their former friend turned Dearth Eater. "You know how we told no one about the switch between Secret Keepers?" James nodded. "Well, that night when you, well, died, I felt that something was wrong. So I went to Peter's to see if he was okay. But the place was deserted. That was when I knew something was horribly wrong. I took my moterbike as fast as I could to Godric's Hollow. That was when I saw the Dark Mark above the house." Sirius continued with the story, not leaving anything out, saying how he had found James's body in the hallway, and then Lily's in the nursery. At this point James had tears running down his face, remembering Lily. Remus put a comforting arm around his shoulder.

"And then I heard the crying. I looked over towards the crib, and there was Harry, looking completely fine, save for a cut on his forehead, in the shape of a lightning bolt."

James looked up from where he had been absently fiddling with the bedsheets. "How did Harry survive? No one survives Avada Kedavra."

At this, Remus spoke up. "It was Lily's doing. When she sacrificed herself in Harry's stead, it created a protection so powerful that Voldemort couldn't touch Harry. When the curse hit him, it rebounded at hit Voldemort instead. No, he's not dead," in answer to the question in James' eyes. "He was resurrected at the beginning of the summer. The problem is, the Ministry doesn't believe it, since the only witness was…" He reliezed it wasn't the best idea to say that the only witness to Voldemort's resurrection was James' son. "But we're sort of getting away from Sirius's story, so I'd better let him finish before I say any more."

As quickly as possible, Sirius finished his story. By the end of it, James was shaking in anger. "I'll kill the bastard!" He forced himself to calm down, and then asked, "What were you talking about, Remus, with the Ministry not believing in Voldemort's return?"

As Sirius and Remus filled James in on the current events of the Wizarding World, including how Sirius had escaped and Remus had taught at Hogwarts two years ago. But James' mind kept slipping back to his son. Finally he asked, "Tell me about him."

Neither of them had to ask who James was talking about. They told James as much as they could about him, leaving out the Dursleys and the challenges that they knew about that Harry had had to face in his years at Hogwarts.

"Oh, and he's an amazing flyer. He's on the Gryffindor team, a Seeker. He's bloody brilliant, even better than you. Only lost one match." James was so elated by this, that he didn't even care that Sirius had said that he was a better flier than James.

Remus added, "Apparently he's been on the team ever since his first year."

"First year! Is McGonagall no longer Head of House? She never would have allowed that!"

"No, she's still Head of House. Hasn't changed much. But she saw Harry flying on his first flying lesson and was so impressed that she bent the rules. What happened, according to Harry, was that Draco Malfoy stole Neville Longbottom's Remembrall, and then Harry flew after it. Malfoy threw it, and then Harry caught it after a fifty foot dive. He'd never even been on a broom before!"

The rest of the day was spent with Remus and Sirius telling James more stories about Harry. When Dumbledore came in several hours later, his face lit up with a bright smile at seeing James awake.

"It's good to have you back my boy."

"It's good to be back. Thanks Albus." James gave Dumbledore a large grin.

"Oh, I suppose it is only fair for you three to know that as it turns out, all the underaged children at Headquarters overheard a certain conversation. I believe it was something about making sure that they weren't suspicious. I believe that Harry's exact words would be: 'So, you see, because we heard that, even if we weren't suspicious then, we are now.' That's what he said in my office several hours ago."

"Harry's here?" All three wizards asked, James with both a feeling of excitement and trepidation. What if his son didn't like him?

"Oh yes, not only him. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the prankster twins, Fred and George were there."

"Oh." Only Remus and Sirius knew exactly who Dumbledore was talking about, though James did actually remember Ron, Fred, and George, and he remembered his friends telling him about the two girls. He supposed that Fred and George must be the ones who had found the Map and worshipped the Marauders. These were Harry's friends.

"I told them nothing, but they are definitely going to keep on looking. I suggest that you, Sirius, tell Harry about James, and Remus, could you tell the others? They are going to find out sooner or later, and I think that this is something better found out from being told, as opposed to a listened in conversation with Extendable Ears."

"What?" James hissed to Remus.

"Oh, Fred and George made them. It allows you to listen in on a conversation from farther away then you normally would. The twins invent things. Absolutely brilliant, but they're a nightmare to teach. They tried to prank me several times." To Dumbledore, he said, "Of course I'll tell them about James. I don't envy Sirius, though. He's got the hard job.

At this, Sirius stuck out his tongue at Remus, before leaving the Hospital Wing in search of his godson. James sighed. Some things never can change.

Well, there's the end of that chapter. Nice and long, compared to last chapter's one page. Hope you enjoyed! Soon, Harry will be finding out. Mua ha ha.

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