A/N: AHHHHH How is this for awesome? Two Chapters in one night! Now this chapter is just sort of filler, but don't worry, once I get back from my camp I will work my butt off to give you guys more of the things you want. ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer:
Me: Hey Jo?
Jo: Yes?
Me: Can I, like, say that I own Harry Potter?
Jo: Over my dead body!
Me: … Darn it.
I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!
Once Harry and his mother stepped out of the fireplace they were greeted with the strangest sight that Harry had ever seen. Sirius was awake, and he was currently standing up against a wall looking like he had just seen a ghost. Remus was standing next to James laughing silently, while Harry's father was standing there looking dumbfounded at, Harry guessed, something Sirius had said.
Lily walked over to James and whispered quietly in his ear. Harry's father nodded and turned to Harry.
"Son, you're mother and I think it would be best if you went and waited in the family room. We will be there in a minute." James said, looking Harry straight in the eyes.
"Yes sir." Harry responded, staring right back at his father.
They both stared for a few more seconds (or minutes, Harry lost track), then James turned back towards Sirius. Harry took this as his cue to leave and did so. Harry stepped out of the room and started for the family room, but then he got a better idea. He took off his shoes and tip-toed back over to the entry way of the coming and going room. Harry knelt down just out of sight, and listened to what was happening.
"Sirius, this is real. I'm really James." Harry heard his father's deep voice say.
"N-No it's not. Y-you're dead. You aren't real!" Harry heard the voice of who he assumed was Sirius Black. The voice sounded broken and unused, like this was the first time Sirius has spoken in over a decade. It made Harry feel bad for Sirius. He was an innocent man and here he was, broken and un-believing.
"Sirius, it's true, we're alive." Harry heard his mother's sweet voice say. He had never imagined her voice that gentle and kind, Harry always imagined his mother with the same shrill voice as his Aunt Petunia's, but their voices were as different as the sun and rain (LOL been watching Disney).
"P-prove it!"
"Padfoot, in our fourth year we discovered that Remus was a werewolf. In fifth year we turned into illegal animagi in order to be with him during the full moon. That same year we constructed our group, the Marauders, and we each had a nickname. You were Padfoot, Remus was Moony, and I was Prongs. In sixth year we created the Marauder's map and used it for sneaking around the castle without getting caught. In seventh-"
"Stop!" Sirius' sudden screamed made Harry jump a bit, he was enjoying hearing about his father's time at Hogwarts so much he forgot he was eavesdropping for a moment.
"Padfoot?"
"Prongs… It's you? It's really you?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"H-How?"
"All in good time. Right now, you need some rest you old dog."
Harry heard a low laugh and assumed it had come from Sirius.
"Ok, but tomorrow morning I had better meet my godson… again."
"You got it Pads."
Harry heard movement and realized he was about to be caught. He quickly but quietly got up and ran into the family room where he sat down and the couch and waited for his parents to come in.
After what felt like hours, Lily and James entered the family room and stood in front of Harry. While he was waiting, Harry and reviewed the conversation he overheard, and one part stuck in his mind, and quite frankly scared him a bit. So, when his father opened his mouth to speak, Harry beat him to it.
"Remus is a werewolf?!" He exclaimed, letting a bit of worry seep into his voice.
Lily sighed loudly and turned to look at James.
"I blame you for this." She said, glaring at her husband.
"Me? Why me?" James responded in obvious confusion.
"Your son got your pranking genes. He eavesdropped on us."
James sighed and looked Harry. He knelt down in front of the couch and looked right at Harry.
"Yes, Remus is a werewolf, that's why we call him Moony. He transforms every full moon." He said softly, never wavering in his gaze.
"But… Aren't werewolves dangerous?" Harry asked concerned.
"Yes they are, but Remus would never put anyone in danger on purpose. Harry," James got up and sat next to his son, "Remus was bitten by a werewolf as a little boy, younger than you. He didn't ask to be a werewolf, and he certainly does not enjoy it. Whenever he transformed at Hogwarts, he went away so that he wouldn't be dangerous to anyone, and he'll still do the same thing here. He isn't dangerous, and you have no reason to fear him, ok?"
Harry looked at his father for a minute then nodded his head. He knew that if he could trust anyone, it would be his father.
"Ok," James said smiling, "It's getting late. Why don't we grab your trunk and find you a bedroom upstairs?"
Harry smiled and nodded before letting out a huge yawn. He got up and went to get his trunk, then dragged it over to the grand staircase.
Lily walked over with a gentle smile and pulled out her wand before saying, "How about some help with that?" Without waiting for an answer, she waved and her wand and suddenly, Harry's trunk was at the top of the staircase.
Harry smiled at his mother in thanks then slowly trudged up the staircase himself. Lily levitated his trunk with a wave of her wand, and the two began walking down the hallway. They stopped outside of a double door and Lily said, "This is mine and your father's bedroom, in case you need us."
Harry looked at the double doors then turned around and walked to the single door across the hall from it.
"Can I have this bedroom?" He asked, looking at his mother with a pleading look. He wanted to remain as close to his parents as he could, he didn't want to have any doubt that they weren't there.
"Of course you can sweetheart." Lily responded, opening the door with a flick of her wand.
Harry walked in and was met by the sight of a large four poster bed with scarlet hangings, much like the one in his Gryffindor dormitory. The room was huge; Harry imagined that you could fit ten of his old bedrooms in this one. It had a small library in one corner with a few comfy chairs sitting in a circle around it. The rest of the wall was bear with the opened space of it covered in hardwood flooring. The rest of the room had carpet in it. Harry saw a door that obviously lead to his closet, and then another one that lead to a small bathroom complete with shower and everything. There was a small fireplace across from the bed with a small love seat couch in front of it. Oh yeah, Harry thought, this is definitely the biggest room I have ever seen.
With that, Harry pulled his trunk into the room, set it on the floor, and got out his oversized pajamas, putting them on in the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom he crawled into his new bed and was tucked in by his mother, and later father. Both kissed their son goodnight and shut the door, leaving only a little crack. Harry fell peacefully to sleep that night, he was content as dreams of his family, perfectly intact and happy flew through his mind like a movie. Harry was happy.
A/N: Alright. Hope you liked it. Don't forget to Leave a comment, favorite this story, and subscribe to the alerts… WHOOPS wrong website. Anyway, thanks for reading. If you have any suggestions for scenes in the story feel free to either put them in the reviews or shoot me a PM. KTHXBYE!
~Malfoy
