Chapter 4: Truths

Harry was told that he was going to be spending a little while here with James and Lily. At first he was scared about this but by suppertime he was convinced that Aunt Petunia had been wrong about strangers. They where all so nice, they couldn't be bad. James played with Harry, teaching him a game called exploding snap that he had never heard of. Lily made supper and Harry ate more that he had ever been allowed before.

"Bring out the cake." Declared Sirius when they had all whipped their plates clean.

Lily rolled her eyes. "It'll be along in a little while."

The handsome man frowned and looked at her confused. "It should have been cooking long enough by now."

"Well, as amazing cooks as you are, you forgot one key element of cooking: turning on the oven."

James spit his pumpkin juice all over the table clutching his side in laughter. "Leave it to Padfoot." He gasped in between bought of Hysteria.

Lily stood up, taking the plates from James and Sirius. Quickly, Harry stood up and started to help clear the table: a chore he always had to do at the Dursley's. Careful not to hurt any of the delicate dishes and cutlery he placed them beside the sink, seeing as there was no dishwasher.

"Umm…Thank you Harry that's very nice." Lily said helping him with a particularly heavy platter.

The three adults (Dumbledore had left, he does have a school to run.) and Harry marched into the living room where it would be more comfortable to sit and talk. Harry took a spot next to the lady and got comfortable, he was feeling very sleepy now that he was warm and fed. Harry could not remember the last time his stomach had been so full.

He let the soothing voices of the adult's wash over him as he thought. He didn't know where he was but it was sure better than his relative's house. Before Dumbledore had left he had shown Harry a room. His room. His own room. Never before had he felt so happy.

Suddenly there was a shrieking and Harry came out of his daze. Lily was looking very upset pointing at a spider on her lap. Bravely (for a 5 year old) Harry jumped forward grabbed it and flicked it onto the floor.

"See, Lil. Harry's not afraid of a little spider, you shouldn't be either." Said James smirking boyishly at his wife.

"Thanks Harry, your very brave." She said ruffling the little boy's hair and shooting her husband a death glare.

Harry shrugged. "There are lots of spiders in my cupboard."

"Your cupboard?" asked Sirius leaning forward in concern

"Yes, the one under the stairs." The young boy stated matter of factly

"Oh… you like to play there?" Lily prodded

"No." Harry corrected "That's where I sleep."

The Adults mouths dropped as there eyes grew wide. James looked really mad. What had he done? Why where they so mad? "I'm sorry." Said Harry quickly, almost on instinct "I didn't mean to."

James's face calmed. "It's not your fault Harry, It's ok."

For some reason Harry believed him. Immediately all his worry's drifted away. Harry took back his comfortable place next to Lily and leaned back as her strong arm rapped around him. It didn't take long before he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Harry woke up in a completely different place from where he had fallen asleep and a room very different than his familiar cupboard. Harry panicked. While this room was nice, how had he gotten there?

He jumped out of bed and carefully pushed open the door. The hallway was empty. The silence scared Harry a little so he ran down the stairs quickly, his bare feet sticking to the cold floor. He stopped abruptly when he heard voices.

"I can't believe Petunia would be so cruel. I know she doesn't like me that much but he's still her sisters kid." Said a lady's voice

" At least he's alive." Countered a man's deep voice "I wonder how we went? I know it sure as hell wasn't a car crash."

"You know that kid doesn't understand a thing about magic." A Different man's voice. "I almost gave him a heart attack when I levitated a chair and he insisted on mixing the cake the muggle way. Took 10 times as long!"

"Yes, Dumbledore told us to keep the magic to a minimum. It might shock him."

"I don't think he should go back, he should stay here. After all he is ours."

"James you know we can't no matter how mush we want to. I hate the thought of sending him back to that hell."

"Hey, " said a man's voice with more joy "now that we know what's suppose to happen we can change it."

There was a sigh. "We don't know how it happens."

"Detail's." answered the same mans voice.

"Ever the optimist, eh Padfoot?"

There was a pause in the conversation and Harry shuffled into the room trying not to be noticed, no such luck.

"Good morning sleepy head." Sirius said ruffling Harry's hair fondly, something he had taken to doing.

"Hi." He answered timidly

"Want some pancakes?" asked Lily presenting a plate of fluffy circles

Harry took one and poured some syrup on hungrily.

"How'd you sleep?" Questioned James "A lot better than a cupboard, right?"

Harry finished chewing before answering. "I slept great, thanks."

"Lords your polite." Muttered Sirius shaking his head.

There was a loud "pop" and Harry jumped a foot in the air and looked around curiously.

A sickly Grey/blond haired man walked in holding a huge pile of papers. The man looked exhausted and his clothes hung off him lifelessly. He stopped at the small gathering of people and eyed them.

Harry shifted nervously under his stare.

"Lord's James, " said the new man slowly " I know we haven't been exactly keeping in touch but I would hope you would tell me if you had a kid." His eye's sparkled at Harry showing more spirit than the rest of his frail figure and suddenly Harry was less afraid.

James and Sirius laughed stiffly.

"Remus would you come in the other room for a word please?" Lily said motioning towards the living room.

"Don't jump to conclusions." Whispered James to Sirius, as the two adult figures retreated, Although Harry heard it perfectly. "The evidence was very weak. Come on its Remus."

"Right, right." Muttered Sirius staring off in the direction of the door towards the living room.

"Finished already?" exclaimed James pointing at Harry's plate. He nodded. "Alright then why don't we go and get you dressed in something else. You're still wearing the stuff you had on yesterday. Soon you're gonna start to smell."

Afraid of gaining an odor Harry jumped out of his seat eagerly.

James laughed. "Come on." They walked down the hall, passing the closed living room door, and up the stairs. James had brought him into the room he had woken up in this morning, now that he was no longer afraid he noticed it was the same place that Dumbledore had shown him.

Harry walked in behind James and sat on the bed, watching as James pulled out a bag and some clothes.

"Lily popped out this morning and got you some thing's." He informed tossing a T-shirt and pant's on the bed. "oh at toothbrush…never thought of that…" Harry's heart jumped a beat as he realized that he was getting new clothes!! James looked up as he placed socks to the clothes pile. "So do you need help or…"

"I can do it myself." Harry replied "I am five, you know."

"That big, hun?" James said repeating the same facial expression as his friend " Well do you mind if I watch cause… don't; tell anyone but I still need help."

Harry was shocked. He was big, he was supposed to be able to do it already.

"I'll show you." Harry told him, it was pretty hard, he concluded.

"Phew," James whipped the top of his head "That'd be great."

"First you take off all the clothes you have on." Harry tugged off his pant's and pulled off his shirt with a bit of difficulty.

James frowned. "Where'd you get those bruises?"

Harry shrugged. "Dudley. Ok now you take your pants. You put one foot at a time…two feet is too hard…I tried once."

Slowly the bigger man's frown turned upside down as he watched his son struggle with the clothing. Harry did very well, except for a backward shirt (which James didn't mention). The man and his son from the future left the room a few minutes later ready to take on the day.