A/n: Here's Chapter 4!

Chapter 4

Harry stared in silence at the passing scenery. He was so deep in thought that the world around his was revolved in complete silence. He was wondering about a lot of things, he was thinking about his parents, about Sirius, about Remus… about Wormtail… Was he still alive? Or is he currently rotting in Azkaban- or dead even? What about the Malfoys? Were they back on their old track, he doubted that Draco would continue the civility between them, but he kept it up… it was written that they shall never be bosom friends and so would seem for eternity… but, for some reason the thought kept his spirits high. Anyways, he thought about different things as well, such as the Order. Was it still going? Did Mrs Weasley know him- was he still like a son to her or was he just Ron's friend now? He sighed… so much to think about in so little time…

"Harry? Harry?" Hermione's clicking fingers brought him back to reality.

"Harry, we're arriving soon- in about 20 minutes," She said.

"What? 20 minutes?" He jolted in his seat.

That was too soon! He felt a lump form in his throat, his stomach go bitter and quench, his palms go sweaty… he was so worried- so distressed! How would he face his parents? How would they act when they see him- how should he act? He met them as teenagers but now they were about 30- a great difference! No matter how many times he talked to them as teenagers it would be completely different now! He panicked- what was he going to do! What if they get suspicious? What if they find something's wrong-

"Harry? Are you alright?" Hermione asked.

He looked back at her worried eyes and cleared his mind from his thoughts and tried to think of something more peaceful- like Quidditch! But wait a second- his father played Quidditch too, what if he was asked something and he forgot? What if they asked him about his games and he couldn't answer?

"You look like you've just eaten a frog!" Ron exclaimed as he came into the compartment, probably from the toilets. "Very creative, Ronald," Hermione sighed.

For a reason, they then sat in a moment of silence until Ron exclaimed that he could see the station. Harry felt his stomach quench uneasily, he wanted nothing but to dissolve into the chair or disappear.

"Harry, you know it's going to be alright? They're your parents and they love you, no matter what," Hermione said comfortingly.

"Yeah, and if you want to escape, there's always my house!" Ron said encouragingly.

"Ron, you cold-hearted prat!" Hermione scolded.

But Harry ignored the comment, that just made him realize how weird it was not going to have the Dursleys pick him up as they usually did. The thought made him even more uncomfortable…

The train then suddenly came to a stop and he heard the train's doors open up with the steam echoing off the walls. Harry stood up with shaking knees and trembling hands- nothing could explain how he felt right now. Hermione and Ron took this into consideration as they took out his trunk for him and helped him out the compartment first. He saw the mass of confusion of different students in and out of the train. He saw them reunite with their families and siblings as he walked out the train.

He stood on the platform and saw as the mass of students were slowly making their way to their families… making their way home…

He saw Ron stand next to him silently, craning his neck for his parents and Hermione too. He saw her find them and hug them both more forcibly than usual. She came back to them and hugged them both tightly.

"Do you want me to stay? I could if you want and I really want to-" Hermione started.

"No really- Go, I swear I don't mind!" he said it to her heartily as he really did want to meet them alone. He wanted his own special time with them as he would meet up with them for almost the first time in his life- them as parents, that is…

"Alright, if you say so," she gave them both a final squeeze and took her trunk and bounded back to her parents. Harry waited for a few more moments, and that made him worry- what if they forgot? What if- why would they forget? He saw from the corner of his eye, Draco Malfoy getting cuddled by his mother as she usually did before and happily walked out with her- as though his time-travel adventure had done nothing to him- he saw this as they sneered at Hermione's direction.

"Malfoy's never change, mate, thought you knew that," Ron said as he gazed at their direction.

"I thought he had a chance," Harry said.

Then, all of a sudden a loud barking echoed through the halls. Harry whipped around to the direction of wherever the noise was coming from. He knew that bark! He knew it! He felt a large smile grow on his face that it was almost painful. Many people were bounded on as they moved out of the way or were toppled over by the gigantic, big, black, bear-like dog who sprinted towards Harry with glimmering eyes.

He bounded on Harry throwing him onto the floor, continuously licking his face until it was completely drenched. Harry laughed as he embraced the wagging dog with tight arms. Happiness like this he had never endured- not even the time he knew he was finally leaving the Dursleys or- or whatsoever, he couldn't even concentrate because of the happiness that over-whelmed him.

"Padfoot! You bad dog! I was suppose to see him first you great big, git!" A familiar voice came from behind him. Padfoot immediately went off and growled in the usual direction. Harry felt tears prick his eyes as he slowly sat up on the floor. He wiped his face with his hand and turned slowly to face the speaker. He hadn't changed much was the first thing that Harry thought about. He had the exact same glasses that Harry wore, his hair was pretty much the same yet messier, his eyes were hazel and his smile- that was so caring and different- showed his gleaming teeth with compassion.

Harry felt his heart beat faster and his palm sweat. "Dad?" he heard his voice come out in a croak.

"Seeker!" James Potter embraced his son.

Harry tightly gripped his father. This was different- this was different than the time he first so his father as a teenager- he held his father so tightly he never wanted to let go. He smelled his scent and felt his warmth- almost as though he was feeling his love. He felt so light and so- so complete and included. It was different. The embrace itself was different. He had hugged Mrs Weasley before and Sirius as well, but this was different- it was… it was-

"Harry! Oh honey- I've missed you!"

All of a sudden he felt his father being yanked off him and he was cuddled by a different body. Tears fell off Harry's eyes freely as he felt her wrap her arms around him.

"Mum?"

He felt love so raw and so compassionate hold him- he wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could- he never wanted to let go- never! He wanted to hold on forever. His mother was a different case- it was a different feeling. It was… it was amazing. So amazing it made his cry even harder… he wanted to burst from happiness! He couldn't… he never wanted to let go…

A.N: I hope it was good... review? By the way, since Remus needs a job what should he do for the time being? Any ideas?