A/n- I loved this chapter, it's like the calm before the storm. Next chapter we see just how different Harry's life really is!! Can't wait. Please R/R and don't forget to enjoy!!

Disclaimer: Um, I'm not JK, more like RA and since JK doesn't equal RA I obviously can't own them. :(

Sunlight poured over Harry as he woke up. Feeling groggy from having no sleep whatsoever the night before he turned around and pulled the covers over his head muttering a spell to pull the curtains down. He couldn't remember why he couldn't sleep, his body felt like a brick not wanting to move or be bothered. He happily allowed himself to sleep longer; he was pretty sure it was Saturday and if it wasn't then Ron would probably wake him up.

"Harry, dear," a female voice rang from a distance. "Breakfast is ready."

Harry shot out up from his bed when thoughts of the night before came rushing back to him. The time tuner in Dumbledore's office, the promises he'd made. It couldn't be true could it? Feeling around for his glasses he found nothing and instead focused his nervous energy to find a light source. After knocking down a book and hearing the crash of a picture he found a lamp to his right. The room he was in becoming clear, he remembered the curtains and carful of the glass rushed out of his cozy bed to rip them open. Spinning around he felt dizzy at the sight. He noticed that he saw perfectly fine without his glasses and his felt free and light from having to not wear the specs.

A large oak desk taking up a large portion of his back wall filled with quills, parchment and so many books he thought Hermione would be jealous. The bed he had been sleeping on was huge, maybe a king sized bed with gorgeous chocolate brown bedding and a dozen or so pillows, most of them on the floor.

Harry turned to his left and noticed double doors, opening them he gasped when he realized it was a walk in closet. He'd seen them on TV but he never had been in one. It was overwhelming to see a line of thirty pressed and wrapped robes, too many to count shirts of all varieties and a dozen pairs of shoes. At the end of the closet was what looked like a vanity where his wand was proudly displayed in a glass case. Leaving the closet for now he went over to where he heard glass break earlier.

"Harry, it's time to eat a little something before we have to go, you can finish your beauty sleep later!" He heard the woman's voice again. His heart skipped a beat when he realized it was his mother talking to him.

Forgetting about the broken class he dashed out of the room, noticing then that he was on the second floor he skipped down the stairs. Heart pounding with excitement, anticipation and little bit of fear. He ended up in a living room area where the television was playing a Quitiditch game, a chair facing the TV. Harry crept around it and sucked in a breath. No one was in the chair, he felt a wave of depression that maybe it didn't work when a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

"Harry, you're not even dressed yet, you know how your mother gets about being late." A laughing voice said behind him. Turning around his mouth opened as he turned face to face with his father. "If you're ten minutes early you're on time, if you're on time you're ten minutes late." James continued to chuckle at his wife's usual saying.

Harry didn't even have time to process anything before he barreled into James embrace and held him as though he would vanish into thin air. He couldn't believe that crazy old wizard had done it, he'd given Harry the only thing he ever wanted in his life. Now he was holding onto one of them, they were alive, breathing and laughing?

"Harry, yes I know you're mother is frightening sometimes but I think she'll let you have breakfast in your pajamas, she won't be that mad at you." James patted Harry's head and gave him a comforting squeeze before letting him go. He leaned toward Harry's face and whispered, "She's just being sentimental you know, last year and all. Her baby has grown up and now is too old for her to make breakfast for. Why don't you go into the kitchen and humor her for a bit." He winked at his son and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Harry blurted not knowing how to react to what was happening around him. "I don't want you to go."

"Son," James looked him puzzled now, "I'm only off to get the paper and I'll be back in thirty seconds." He paused in the doorway. "Are you feeling alright?"

Harry was in fact not feeling alright, he wanted this moment, craved it and now he had no idea what to do or say. All he wanted to do is be at his father's side forever and always, but he obviously couldn't act like that since he had to pretend he had always had his parents. He needed to stop how he was acting or else his parents might figure something out. Harry couldn't risk losing his parents because he wanted to cry and shout that he was the happiest person alive.

"Um, I-I-I'm fine," he stammered looking for a good excuse instead of standing there in awe; "I just had a bad dream is all."

It sounded childish but it worked as James softened his face and shook his head with a smile.

"Well, everything's alright now Harry. Go eat something and I'll be back in a flash, I promise on Merlin's beard." He joked and mock-bowed to his son to try and gain a laugh. Harry grinned and took a step forward but remembered that he still had he mother to meet and slowly turned around after his father left the house muttering that Sirus should stop taking him to see horror movies late at night. Harry had almost forgotten Sirus was alive! Another person he couldn't wait to see and ask so many burning questions he had never had the opportunity to.

Walking around to the kitchen he almost broke down in tears. There in front of him was his mother making eggs, pancakes and just about every breakfast food that he could imagine. Her long red hair was swooped up in a pony tail, her apron had wild flowers and she was humming a soft tune when she gave Harry a beautiful smile. Harry made a mental note to never ever allow his mother to frown in his presence.

"Harry, you're not even dressed yet. We're going to the miss the train if you don't hurry. Come on sit down, time for a nice hot meal then a shower and dressed to impress. Don't want you to be late on your first day of your last year!" She used her motherly tone that made Harry beam. When he didn't move from his spot he felt himself being pushed further into the kitchen.

"Don't worry about him Lily; he had a rather upsetting dream. He's just trying to adjust to either one of us being so close to him." James explained still in a cheery mood. He guided Harry toward the table set for three and motioned for his son to his seat before Harry finally regained his speech.

"Um, thank you Mum, for the food." He said meekly.

"Well, I know that you only like toast and a bit of jam in the morning but I thought since you've been gone most of the summer that I would make you a feast to send you off." She grabbed Harry's plate and gave him generous portions of almost everything before sitting down to her own plate. Harry waited for her to start eating and then gingerly starting eating everything his mother had made for him. "Now, tell us about this nightmare you had. It wasn't about you-know-who was it?"

Harry gagged on his food and his father hit his back to clear his airway.

"You don't have to say his name like that Lily, he's a grown boy now. His name won't scare him any." James said as he opened The Daily Prophet.

"I'm sorry dear, I forgot. It just sometimes I can't help myself, he's still the little baby boy I cradled in my arms seventeen years ago." She lovingly ruffled his hair. "Tell us Harry, was the dream about Mr. Jiggles?"

"Who?" Harry couldn't help himself, he was having a panic attack at the thought that Voldemort was still in power.

"Mr. Jiggles, the clown from the circus when you were seven. You've been afraid of him your whole life!" James returned. "Do you remember when Sirus dressed like a clown that one Halloween?"

"You ran around the entire house screaming that he was going to eat your brains and you wanted to hex him on sight." Lily finished the memory laughing with amusement. "You wouldn't talk to him for a year after that, you were so afraid of him."

"Erm, no it wasn't about Mr. um, Jiggles, Mum." Harry liked using the term. "It was about the two of you actually."

"Oh no, what did we do Harry? We forbid you play Quidditch forever, I'd have been scared too." James joked lamely again.

"It was about the two of you dying." Harry whispered immediately ending the light mood of breakfast. James stopped laughing and Lily looked concerned at Harry.

"Harry, we are not going anywhere, do you hear me? It was just a dream." Lily took his hand into hers. "I know it's scary to think that next year you'll be moving out but you always know that you'll have a place here with us." She leaned over to kiss his forehead. "Now, no more talk. Eat, get your strength up!"

Harry obeyed her as his heart filled up with love. This is what he was missing his whole life, the teasing from his father, breakfast made by his mother and the satisfaction that he had a family. A true family. He didn't want it to end if he had to go back to school. For the first in his life Hogwarts was the last place his wanted to be.

"What if I don't go back to school? I want to stay here with to two of you." He requested. James raised his eyebrow over the paper.

"You love going to school, seeing your friends, yesterday you couldn't wait to go back." He folded his paper and set it down to nibbled on some of his bacon. "That must have been one vivid dream Harry."

"You'll be back for Christmas before you know it," Lily again kissed the top of his head. "That is if you don't have any plans with your friends." She sighed taking her hand away from Harry's. He grabbed onto it and shook his head.

"No, I will definitely be back for Christmas." He knew he needed to tone it down but he couldn't help himself. "Do you think I could come back on the weekends?"

"Harry, my crazy son, you never like coming back here even when we beg you." James smirked at him, "Too busy with your fabulous life to allow time for your boring parents. I guess that's just the life a popular wizard leads."

"Well, not anymore. I can take the train back or floo here or I can even take a bus." Harry rushed liking his plan.

"We'll see how you feel about in a week; probably will forget we're even here." Lily replied trying to understand where this was coming from. "You hate the bus system, too crowded you said. But if you're serious we can always come up and visit at Hogsmeade. Now not another word and I mean it this time." She gave him another brilliant smile and continued to allow him to hold her hand.

They chatted for a bit about nothing in particular, just the classes Harry would have to take and the weather. He was enjoying every second of it until his mother pushed him up the stairs and told him to not come back until he was dressed. His father let him know that he was putting everything in the car, he wanted to help but his mother's mock stern face forced him upstairs. After his quick shower and picking some comfortable muggle clothes (that actually fit) he returned to the spot where the picture had dropped. He loved the feel of his blue jeans and gray hooded sweater with black T-shirt under. Carefully he started picking up the glass around the frame before a voice came from his door.

"Time to go son," His father said. "I'm glad to see your finally wearing your present from Lupin, I know it's not quite your style but it looks good on you. Oh no, don't worry about the glass Harry. I'll take care of that when I come back and owl it to you. I know how much you love that picture." When Harry protested saying that it was his fault for breaking it in the first place his father waved him off. It was so amazing how much his parents loved him. He knew for a fact that his aunt and uncle would've probably beaten him even if it wasn't his fault.

He didn't get a chance to look at the photo however, assuming it was the one of his parents and went down stairs to meet his mother down by the car.

"Look at you, all grown up." She gushed causing him to blush. "Did you forget to brush your hair darling, I'd saw it looks a lot like your father's, dashing. But you never leave the house without making sure not one hair is out of place?" She questioned him as she tried to smooth the unruly locks.

"Um, new year, new look I guess Mum." He replied.

This was going to be harder than he thought, apparently in this world he cared about his looks enough that his he did his hair in the morning and didn't wear his usual attire. He guessed that from now on he would have to try to make himself look better but he knew with his hair it was impossible.

"Are you sure I have to go back to school Mum, couldn't I miss the first week?" Harry tried one last time. When she shook her head and simply smiled at him he climbed into the car after her. He would just see them whenever he could and count down to Christmas.

"Alright, we are all set family." James boasted as he started the car. "Onward to the Hogwarts Express. All abroad?" This made Lily giggle as she answered with a soft yes, dear and off they went. Harry was enjoying every moment until they reached the train and they said goodbye to him. He started to cry and so did his mother. James hugged the three together and told him he'd never leave if he kept this up.

Even when he entered the train he run down the length of it to the end to watch them waving in the distance. He stood there for a while and turned to sit alone in the farthest car. He wasn't ready to face the new Ron or Hermione. He wanted time to prepare himself. He couldn't act the way he did this morning, someone was bound to notice Harry was off. He'd just have to take anything that came his way with stride. Even if he was forced to see Voldemort. No one bothered him for the entire trip, he opened his bag that his mother handed to him in the car and found his robes, his wand and a note from his mother that said: Don't get into too much trouble this year Harry! We love you always and we'll see you soon. Love, Your Worrisome Mother and Proud Father.

Harry smiled to himself and closed his eyes to catch up on the sleep he didn't get the night before.