Anyone notice that my author's notes have been getting progressively shorter with each chapter? Ah well, I suppose most people would like that.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I have no excuse this time- I just seriously had no idea on how to do the reunion scene.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, you would know. Seeing as Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Fred are dead, I can't possibly be JK Rowling. And if I was, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I would be writing either a sequel, about the kids, or a prequel, about Lily and James.

James had been staring out the window of the hospital wing when he heard the door open. He turned, and for a moment thought that a full-length mirror had been placed in front of him. Then he noticed the slight changes in features: the shorter nose, the emerald-green eyes. This must be Harry!

His Harry. His baby.

But Harry wasn't a baby anymore. He was a fifteen year old boy.

It seemed like Harry was having similar thoughts as he. They both stood frozen, thoughts tumbling over one another in quick succession like so many waves on a beach.

Harry wasn't moving. He thought that he might have lost control of his limbs. He was frozen in place, staring. This man was his father! He had seen photos, but that was different.

And this was impossible. His father couldn't possibly be alive. Despite what Sirius had said earlier.

"No… This isn't possible. You can't be my father. My father is dead. You're not him."

James marveled at hearing the sound of his son's voice for the first time. He felt oddly disconnected to his body. Harry's words seemed to be coming to him from far away. Then he registered what he had said.

"I am Harry. I know you must be confused, but I am James Potter. I am your father."

Harry was on autopilot. Slowly, he lifted one foot, brought it down, then the next up, then down in front of the other, moving towards this man. Was it possible? Could this be actually real, and not one of those dreams that he used to have at the Dursleys', wishing for someone to take him away?

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, James thought, as Harry raised his hand up in front of him, and placed it on his heart. He felt it beating. He was alive.

"You are. But how?"

"I don't know. But I swear, I'm here, I'm alive, and I'll never leave you again."

"He'll find you again. And it will be my fault. I can't let him go after you again. I can't let it happen."

James wasn't understanding most of what Harry was saying. How was his leaving his family Harry's fault? If anything it was his own fault, for being so weak, for letting Voldemort past him.

But he responded just the same. "It wasn't your fault. It never will be your fault. And nothing, I promise, will ever happen to me again. I'm here."

By now they were both crying, silently, tears running down their cheeks. Harry looked like he was fighting an inner battle with himself. Then he seemed to make his decision, stepping closer and hugging his father tightly. James embraced his son just as tightly.

They didn't move for a very long time.

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Molly Weasley was angry. Her children along with Hermione and Harry, who were as good as her children, had left to go who knows where, and now she had no idea where they were.

She and Arthur had only left for a few minutes to go to a quick order meeting. Dumbledore hadn't been there, but he wasn't needed, as really the only thing that happened was the redistributing of Order duties.

And now, the children were gone, and she was angry.

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Those kids, meanwhile, were still in the Gryffindor tower, eagerly questioning Remus about the return of Harry's father. They were soon joined by Sirius, who had had to get Remus to convince the Fat Lady to let him in. Then the questioning had turned to be directed at Sirius.

"How does Harry feel about it?" Hermione asked him.

"I'm not sure. I left him at the Hospital Wing. He wanted to go alone, but he looked pretty shaken up. Can't blame him. It's not every day that you find out that your father has come back to life." He sighed. "But I'm sure we'll find out soon enough. I assume that Harry will come back here soon, and he may or may not bring James with him."

Sorry it took so long again, but I wanted something that seemed emotional and real. If there's anything I hate, it's when one or both of Harry's parents come back to life, and Harry's just like, "oh, that's cool", and gives 'em a hug. Grrr…

I know it's short, but I really wanted to get something out there. It's been a looooong time.