Um...hi. How are all of you? I'm great.

Looks at last update date

9-27-06? Wow, it's been a while. And there are reasons why!

1) I had writers block.

2) After I got over that writers block, I couldn't find chapters 2 and 3 that I KNOW I wrote and saved.

3) I finally found them yesterday saved under another name (stupid) and finished them up. (Like the endings and some grammer issues I had last year.)

So without further ado . . . . here it is!

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Hagrid walked through the halls of Hogwarts, his destination being Dumbledore's office. "Hagrid!" yelled a voice behind him. Hagrid stopped and turned around to see who was calling him, it was Professor McGonagall.

"Not now, Professor. I gotta see the Headmaster," said Hagrid getting ready to leave.

"But that's why I've been looking for you," replied McGonagall. "The Headmaster must see you right away, and if you can please bring Madame Maxime."

Hagrid nodded and continued to Dumbledore's office, then yelled over his shoulder. "Thank ya, Professor!" McGonagall looked exasperated, but walked off to her office.

Once Hagrid arrived to Dumbledore's office he quickly muttered the password to the stone Gargoyle; it jumped aside and Hagrid practically bolted up the stairs. Luckily Dumbledore's office and the stairs leading up to it were extremely tall and wide, Hagrid had no problems walking in.

When he walked in Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, his head resting in one of his hands, he looked older than Hagrid had ever seen him. "Professor Dumbledore, sir. Ya wanted to see me?" he asked.

Dumbledore looked up, for once the twinkle in his eye was absent. "Yes, I did. Please sit." Dumbledore conjured a Hagrid-sized chair and Hagrid gladly sat - it was turning out to be a busy night. "Hagrid, I must be truthful with you, what I am going to as you to do is dangerous. I would understand if you decline." He paused then continued. "Minister Fudge does not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned -" Hagrid shuddered. "- and has refused to take my advice, both for taking the Dementors out of Azkaban and trying to make friends with the giants. With Voldemort back there is no doubt that he will try to recruit them, once again. This is what I ask: For you and Madam Maxime - if she chooses - to go up in the mountains and convince the giants to side with us. I hope it won't be too difficult."

Hagrid thought this over, it was predicable that Dumbledore would choose him for this job, he was half-giant after all. But it was risky, then again he always trusted in Dumbledore - he stood by him when everyone else shunned him, and for that he was always grateful. "I'll do it, and I'll ask Maxime ta come with me." Hagrid paused and remembered his real reason for coming. "Professor Dumbledore, there is somethang else I need ta tell ya." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, but motioned for him to continue. "Just tonight when I was doing my rounds I came across two people, at first I thought they were trespassers or somethang else but then. . . .well, it's surprising. They clam - and seem ta be - James and Lily Potter."

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid in disbelief, surely he wasn't serious. "Really Professor, it seems ta be them. I asked James a question only the real James would know, what his Animagus for was, then he told me that I had found out in their last year - and if he wasn't the real James he defiantly wouldn't know that!" explained Hagrid quickly. "They say that they woke up in Godric's Hallow and. . . well, they think Harry is dead. I think they also believe it's night they. . . died, but they aren't dead." Hagrid sighed and shook his head in confusion. "I don't know, sir, I just know that you could make sense of all this."

Dumbledore contemplated this for a moment, it was too much of a coincidence that Lily and James Potter returned the same night that Voldemort was reborn. And Harry said that he had seen his parent's echoes, it could be possible. "Where are they Hagrid?" he asked.

"They are in my hut, I sent them to bed. They looked terrible, I think they walked here from their home - too tired ta apperate I suppose," answered Hagrid. "Do ya believe me, sir?" he asked.

"I do believe that it could be possible," admitted Dumbledore. "Coming back the same night as their murderer, interesting to say the least. We can't be sure until I perform some spells on them, but we will do that soon. Please, bring them to me tomorrow morning during breakfast. I have to make an announcement to the great hall at breakfast, the hallways will be empty then, but just in case have them wear hooded robes. Wait for me in this office, I will be here as soon as possible."

Hagrid nodded and stood. "Thank ya sir, thank ya." Then he left, he knew he was not going to sleep again tonight - not like it mattered seeing as it was almost 3 am.

That morning at 7:30 Hagrid lead James and Lily to Dumbledore's office, they ran into no one which they were all grateful for - all for different reasons. They only had to wait for about fifteen minutes for Dumbledore, when he walked in he momentarily stopped at the sight of James and Lily, then moved to his desk sitting down.

"Hello, James and Lily," they looked up at Dumbledore. "You won't mind if I run a few test to make sure you are who you say you are?" James and Lily were confused by this but nodded. "Good, James, please turn into a stag." James nodded and stood, not knowing how Dumbledore had found out about him being an Animagus, he morphed into his animal form in the blink of an eye, then back again. Dumbledore nodded, then turned to Lily. "Lily, would you please tell me the best Christmas present I ever received from you?"

Lily raised an eyebrow then smiled at the memory. "Socks of course, you always complained that no one every gave you any. I thought that I should be the one to give you a pair."

Dumbledore smiled then sighed happily. "Yes, I still have them to the day. . . but that is unimportant at the moment. What is however is that you really are James and Lily Potter, but that does raise even more questions. . ."

"What do you mean?" asked James confused turning to Hagrid then to Dumbledore, they were both acting the same way. Strange.

Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle in his eyes brightening. "James, Lily, you both say that you woke up in Godric's Hallow, correct?" They nodded. "And tell me, what are you last memories?"

James started. "Me fighting with Voldemort, he cast the killing curse on me." He closed his eyes. "Then there is another, I can't remember where I was, or when it was - or anything else. The only thing I remember is the feeling. I was protecting someone."

Lily nodded. "Yes, me too. Voldemort also cast the killing curse on me, I wouldn't give him Harry." Tears weld up in her eyes. "And I also remember what James is trying to explain, it's all very strange."

Dumbledore nodded. "Oh my dear, you don't know the half of it." Then he sighed. "It is quite a long story, and confusing - more so now than ever. It starts off with your memories, those memories, they are older than you think. That confrontation with Voldemort, it happened almost fourteen year ago." He paused and let it sink in for a moment. "You have been dead for fourteen years, that is why I wasn't sure if it was really you, it could have been death eaters.

"This is when it gets stranger, you are here now, living and breathing not looking a day older than you did fourteen years ago. Very strange. What is stranger is that you have seemed to awaken from the dead, as far as I know there is no spell that can do that." Dumbledore stopped and seemed to be thinking of something.

"Albus," whispered James, then louder. "Are you serious? Are we - were we - dead?" Then as an after thought added. "What about Voldemort? What happened to him?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, you were dead, and let me tell you of what happened on that Halloween night. After you both were killed Voldemort set his sights to Harry -" Lily choked back a sob. "He cast the killing curse, just like he did with you, but something went wrong. It back fired on him, rebounded, and destroyed him. He disappeared with out a trace, but Harry, he survived. A mere child."

Lily interrupted. "You mean," she started slowly. "You mean Harry's alive?" Dumbledore nodded with a smile. Lily began to cry, but what was different about these tears was that they were full of hope and happiness.

James was smiling, he placed an arm around his wife and turned back to Dumbledore. "What happened next? Where did he go? To Sirius? He was Harry's godfather. Maybe Remus, or Peter?"

Dumbledore's smiled faded. "No James, none of them. Harry went to his aunt and uncle, your sister Lily."

Lily gasped and stood. "No! No! You didn't sent him there!" she exclaimed, everyone in the room winced including Hagird. They were reminded of Lily's temper. "You promised, Albus! You told me that you wouldn't ever send Harry to those people! I told you how much my sister hated our kind, how he would never be loved. Why would you send him there!"

Dumbledore spoke in a clam voice, although he too winced at Lily's voice. "Lily, I had to. When you died you cast a special spell on young Harry, that's why he lived. It was love, something Tom has never known. This spelled worked through blood, and if Harry was in the house of someone who shared your blood then he would be safe from harm."

Lily lowered her voice. "I understand, but really, he would have been safe here, or with any of our friends. It would have been better than my sister's house, he probably grew up all his life with out hearing the words 'I love you.' I wouldn't put it past my sister to call him a freak as well, and her husband's temper. . . what if he hit Harry?" Lily was rambling, she was aware of it so she stopped and sat back down, taking James' hand in her own. "I just think he would have been just as safe with someone else, with someone that loved him. Sirius would have been perfect, he was the godfather."

"Atlas, Sirius was unavailable," said Dumbledore, then at the couple's questioning stares explained. "You see, I was never alerted to your Secret-Keeper change, everyone believes that Sirius betrayed you. He was sent to Azkaban the same night that you died."

"What," whispered James dangerously. "I can't believe -" He took a deep breath, probably to clam himself down. "Is he okay? Why didn't he try to explain that he wasn't the secret keeper?"

"He is fine," answered Dumbledore gently. "He had a run in with Mr. Pettigrew -" James' face darkened at the name of his now former friend. "And by turning into a rat after cursing the whole street he faked his own death, eliminating any and all proof of his innocence. He did however, escape in Harry's third year. We thought he was after Harry for most of the year, but the truth came out near the end. He was really after Peter." Dumbledore offered a short explanation of how Sirius saw Peter's picture in the paper and that he was the pet of a boy, who turned out to be Harry's best friend, and he was coming to Hogwarts. That's why Sirius broke out of Azkaban.

"He has not been proven innocent, though," said Dumbledore sadly. "He is still on the run because Peter escaped. He also found his Master, Voldemort, and has been helping him this past year return to his former power. Voldemort succeeded in this just last night."

"What!" exclaimed both James and Lily.

"Yes, Voldemort now has a body," reported Dumbledore, then he described how the Tri-Wizard Tournament had taken place this year and that Harry was chosen as the fourth champion, unwillingly. Then he told them about last; how Harry's blood was used to bring Voldemort back to life. "I know this is all very . . . shocking, but there is more. I think this is why you two have come back to life on the same night as Voldemort returned to his body.

"Harry told me just before leaving my office to go to the hospital wing that he saw the two of you as echoes when his and Voldemort's wand connected. They have the same core; a phoenix feather from Fawkes," Dumbledore pointed to the swan sized bird on it's perch. "So they are brother wands. The most recent deaths that Voldemort's wand had committed were brought out as echoes, not exactly ghosts. Cedric Diggory, the Hogwarts Champion, a Muggle man, Bertha Jones and the two of you."

"The memory," whispered Lily.

"Correct," said Dumbledore proudly.

"So that's why we were brought back to life?" asked James.

"I think so," said Dumbledore. "You were the last two deaths Voldemort had committed the last time he had a body and was at full power. Bertha, the Muggle and Cedric were all very recently and when he wasn't at full power and without a body so they weren't as lucky as you."

After a moment of this sinking in Lily spoken up. "Dumbledore, when can we see Harry?" she asked.

Dumbledore sighed. "Not till the end of term, I'm afraid. It will be too risky with all the students here. That and I'm sure Harry is still recovering from the third task and shouldn't be exposed to too much surprise." At the disappointed look on both parents' faces Dumbledore reassured them. "But do not fear! You will see him. I think that you three can stay here over the summer, as well as Harry's friends. We were planning on getting the Order back together and this will only help our cause. Minister Fudge may even believe that Voldemort has returned with you."

"Okay," said Lily, feeling a little defeated.

Dumbledore smiled. "You two can stay in my privet dormitories until term is over, please follow me." And with that Lily and James Potter followed Dumbledore up some winding stairs and to a beautiful bedroom.

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It had been a long wait, but finally Lily and James were able to meet Harry.

Lily and James waited impatiently as Dumbledore lead Harry to his office. Neither member of the couple could hardly believe what they saw. Harry looked just like James, but even from here they could see Lily's green eyes.

"What did you want to tell me, Professor?" asked Harry.

"Not now, Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "We have to wait until Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin are present."

Harry nodded; he was informed that his godfather and favorite professor would be here, he just didn't know why. "Does this have something to do with me staying here for the summer?" he asked. He had been surprised when Dumbledore said he and his friends would be staying at Hogwarts over the summer, with the chance of moving somewhere else later.

"Oh yes," answered Dumbledore, but he said no more.

After a few minutes the fireplace was brought to life and two forms stepped out. After greetings all three were seated in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"I think this will shock you," began Dumbledore. "In fact, I know it will!" Dumbledore chuckled. "But to the matter at hand. I am very happy to say this: two people we thought long dead have come back to life." This statement was met by confused looks on behalf of the three in front of him. "I am serious. They returned the night of the third task."

Harry's expression changed at the mention of the third task. It was evident that the event was still fresh in his mind.

"And it is very much connected," continued Dumbledore. "Seeing as this couple were killed by Voldemort almost fourteen years ago." As this statement sunk into their heads, all three could only imagine what their Headmaster was talking about. It was almost too much to hope that he was talking about . . .but no, that was impossible.

"I think it would be best if they were to come out now, then we will go further into explanations." Dumbledore turned to his staircase and called for them to come down. The trio were shocked at who descended down the stairs.

Remus and Sirius could tell that the couple hadn't aged a day in the time they last saw them, while Harry was basing it all off pictures in his photo album. Still there was no mistaking who the couple was.

Lily and James Potter.

Finally the couple stopped only feet away from the three sitting. Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath. Sirius was the first to stand and slowly walk to his best friend, James. Without a moments hesitation at seeing him up close, he brought James into a brotherly hug.

"It's great to see you again, Prongs," Sirius whispered in his ear.

"Me too, Sirius," replied James.

Sirius released James then went for Lily, first in a hug then in a kiss. (Brotherly, of course.)

In a moment Remus was doing the same. Harry sat frozen, staring at his parents. Parents.

Finally, after the old friends had greeted each other, Lily and James turned to Harry. "Harry?" whispered Lily.

Harry swallowed the huge lump in his throat. "Are you -" he paused. "Are you really real?" he asked.

Lily smiled ask a tear made its way down her cheek. "Yes, we are very real," she answered.

Harry slowly stood up, still looking at Lily and James hesitantly. He walked to Lily and looked into her eyes. They really were just like his. Lily surprised him when she placed a hand on his cheek. "You look so much like your father," she whispered.

Harry smiled. "I hear that a lot."

Lily nodded. "I'm sure you do." Then she pulled him into a motherly hug. Harry stiffened at first, then melted into the embrace. He had been hugged like this only a handful of times, all by Mrs. Weasley, but it wasn't the same as this. It didn't measure up to having your real mother hug you.

Lily pulled away from him for a moment to let James, his father, pull him into a hug. "Eyes like your mother's," he whispered.

After James had pulled away from his son, both their glasses askew on their faces, Dumbledore told them to sit. Then he explained to Sirius, Remus and Harry how the Potters came here. It took much longer than they thought it would, probably because of all the inserted commentary from everyone.

"So they're really back?" asked Sirius after a moments silence. Dumbledore had just finished with his tale. "It's not a dream?"

"No Sirius," answered Dumbledore. "It is real."

Sirius leaned back with a sigh of relief. "Good."

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