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When Harry woke again he was still in the Headmaster's office and still in the company of Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore, Lily and little Harry. Madam Pomfrey was there also looking over him in worry. "He's awake now, and I can't see any signs of trauma," the nurse said.

Harry took a glance around, "Okay, okay, okay. I can deal with this, because this isn't real."

"Maybe you should check for signs of trauma again," Lily said surly from the corner of the room.

He walked over to Lily and poked her, she was solid, then he went over to Albus and repeated the experiment, he was also solid. "Okay, okay, okay. Lets pretend, just pretend for a second that this is real," Harry muttered standing up, "So if this is real what should I do?" He slowly walked around, as if he wasn't sure if his feet could support him. He thought about it for awhile. They were alive, they were all still alive. A big smile broke out across his face, nearly splitting his face in half. Then he started chuckling, then quietly laughing, in a few minutes he was all out manically laughing. He ran over to Lily and gave her a big hug.

"I love you Mum! Merlin, I've been waiting my whole life to tell you that!" Lily was too shocked to react, otherwise she probably would have slapped, if for no other reason than that his mood swings were driving her crazy. Then Harry ran over and gave Dumbledore a big hug. "I've missed you, it's been weird at Hogwarts without you, everyone has missed you as a matter of fact. You had a wonderful funeral by the way, it was lovely," He was still wearing a huge smile despite everyone else in the room looking on at him with apprehension. "Well isn't this wonderful. I'll be back in a jiffy I just need to check one thing."

With that Harry went to the fire place yelled, "Number Twelve Grimauld Place." He then disappeared in a swirl of green fire. Once inside the dingy house he ran up to the attic, picked up the floor board in one of the corners and grabbed a velvety box. Inside was the cup of Hufflepuff, the locket of Slytherin and the bracelet of Ravenclaw. All three of Voldemort's Horcruxes were broken. The beads of the bracelet had fallen from their chain and rolled around the inside of the box, the front of the locket had fallen off and the cup had a big crack running down its side. Harry smiled, it was over. He picked up the box carefully and flooed back to the Headmaster's office.

"He's dead, er Headmaster again I guess. He's dead, finally, its over," Harry said silently, subdued but with a hint of a smile in his voice. He put the box before Dumbledore on his desk and opened it.

"What's with all the junk?" Lily asked.

"It's not junk, these are the Horcruxes of Voldemort. Regulas Black had been collecting them. Somehow when I killed Voldemort, hopefully for the last time"-he shot a meaningful glance Hell-ward, -"all the Horcruxes must have been destroyed."

"I was under the impression that one could only make a single Horcruxe," Dumbledore said, "Might you know something that we don't."

"Well it is Tom, since when did he do things the normal way. Seven is a powerful number in magic, so he has these three, plus his family ring, a diary proclaiming that he was the heir of Slytherin and in his pet snake."

"Mr. Potter, maybe there's something you'd like to be telling us," Dumbledore said, still smiling.

"Oh yeah, I'm Harry, not James. I don't know how it happened, but I defeated Voldemort for the second time sixteen years from now, and then I woke up next to Mum"-he smiled when he said 'Mum', -"and killed Voldemort again and you guys know the story from there. By the way, sorry I freaked out on you this morning, Mum, didn't mean to be a prat, I'm sure you understand," Lily still looked apprehension, but decided to play along.

"That's okay dear. But, if you're here, where's my husband?"

Harry looked pensive for a moment, then, conjuring the type of chair that Dumbledore usually charms into existence, sat down. "What do you think, Albus?"

"Well, I can only make speculations at this point, but I believe that you are now sharing a body with James. If you would let down your occlemacy walls we can find out for sure." Harry nodded, and slowly let his walls down for the first time since he had got a hang of them during the summer. He found a foreign presence there and opened up to it. All of a sudden there was a terrific flash of light.

"Hey everyone, how'd I get here? Lily-Flower, are you okay, you're looking at me a little funny," James Potter said with a devils may care grin while mussing up his hair with his right hand.

"James, are you back?"

"From where, baby? The last thing I remember was gazing at you in wonder before felling asleep," Lily came over and gave him a big hug and a passionate kiss on the lips, tongue included, "Wow, usually those dumb lines don't work."

"Don't leave again, James," she kissed him passionately again. He looked happy for a moment then his eyes grew big and he freaked out, pushing himself away from her.

"Ew, ew, ew. I just kissed my Mum!" Harry shouted.

"Harry? Are you back again?" she asked, sounding slightly disappointed.

"Yeah, okay Albus, we need to work this out, because, well, EW!" He wiped at his mouth furiously.

Albus looked on at him with amusement, "I believe we will be able to separate you if Minnie will transfigure you another body for your soul to go into. Assuming, that is, that you're not a ghost and that you're still alive. As long as nothing has changed we can get you back to your time. Minnie if you would."

Minnie looked from James to Albus and back to James, "How old are you and how do you look?" she asked.

"Um," he shuffled his feet uncertainly, "I'm seventeen but can I be three? I want to be raised by my parents for once, I've always wanted that, but I don't want to be one again. Mum, could I?"

"What?"

"Well I did change something when I came here. My parents died sixteen years ago; or I guess its yesterday now, when Tom paid a visit. I guess I can't go back now, but I really didn't have anything to go back to so it doesn't matter much. I can remember wishing for my parents to come back for every single birthday, even when I didn't have a cake or candles. I've wanted a real family all my life," Harry said, not looking up at his Mum.

"Weren't you happy with Sirius?" she asked, quietly.

Harry shook his head, "He was blamed for your death, and Peter's after he framed him by blowing up half a street of muggles, then he turned into a rat and escaped down a sewer. Sirius went to Azkaban for twelve years because of that slim ball's crimes. I lived with your sister's family."

"You lived with the DURSLEYS?" she shouted, "Dumbledore how could you send my one year old son to them?" she asked with venom.

"I don't think this is relevant now, what is relevant is whether or not you will raise another child." Harry looked over at his Mum; she was biting her lip hard enough to break the skin a bit. He sorely wished that he had made a better first impression.