After about a week Harry got well enough to stand and walk around he
returned to
Hogwarts. Lily had tried to convince him to stay home another week, but he refused. He
told her that he needed to study for his O.W.L's before he missed so much school that he
would have to repeat 5th year. Finally, with much persuasion, she let him go and here he
was. That evening when he walked into the common room, he saw that there was a huge
party for him. Everything was going great until Fred reminded him that they would have
to play Slythrine for the house cup in a mere 4 weeks. Harry ran to McGonagall's office
to book the field in any possible time for the next four weeks. Then he returned to the
common room and went to bed, with the party still raging on through the night. The next
morning (Saturday) Harry woke the team at 5:00 AM to start training. They all grumbled
about how lack of sleep would cause them to not play well and how Harry was turning
into a mini Wood as they walked down to the pitch. Harry just told them that they had
lost 3 weeks of training with him gone and that they needed to start now. In the air thirty
minutes later Harry felt great to be back on his broom. As he watched the team warm-up
he spotted a figure that looked very familiar in the distance. Harry told the team that he
would be back soon and flew toward the figure. James was pleased to see that his son
had the team out so early. "Dad, what are you doing here?" Harry asked him.
"Well, I asked Professor Dumbledore to inform me of when your next practice was, assuming that it would not be for another couple of weeks. But no, I have a crazy son who wanted to have a Quiddich practice at five in the morning on the day after he gets back from the hospital. Your lucky I didn't tell your mother, she would have had a fit!" James told him with a smile on his face.
"So why are you here?"
"Oh, you will see soon, just assemble that team of yours, I want to have a talk with them."
Harry flew off and got his team on the ground. James approached. "Mr. Potter, could you talk some sense into Harry? We had a wonderful party for him last night that ran until two in the morning and here only three hours later, he made us get up and start practicing!" complained George.
"Oh, he is better then I was, I got the team up at four!" James told them. There was a lot
of muttering about 'like father like son' and 'their both crazy!'. "Now I was told that
Malfoy gave the Slythrine team new brooms when his son got on the team. Now that I
hate both Slythrine and the Malfoy's just as much even more then you do, I got you
these." From a long black box in that had been invisible, he pulled out seven brand-new
Firebolt 5's and handed them out. The team was in awe. All Harry could do was grin.
They would win the Quiddich Cup for sure this year! "Dad, thank you for the brooms. I
really like them but we only have five hours to train today and we have already lost one
of them so we need to get going!" The team thanked Mr. Potter and took off. Four hours
later, they were hot, dirty, and tired. As they walked out of the locker room after getting
changed, Harry asked them to slow down. He made them stand there for five minutes so
that the Slythrine team would see them as they were leaving. "Potter, I booked the field,
get off now!" "Malfoy, with joy, we just finished anyway, we just wanted to stick around
a little so we could show you the new gift that the team got from my father." Right after
he said this the team held up their brooms, each with their name etched in gold on the
broom." The Slythrines couldn't say anything. They just stood there stunned. Ron took
out a camera and snapped a couple of pictures of them, before the team walked off nearly
in hysterics from laughing. "You'll have to send that one to my father, Ron; he would
love to see it!" Harry told Ron through his laughter.
The next four weeks were all studying and Quiddich for Harry. He was working the team
really hard. They had practice three times during the school week from five to nine and
on the week-end five in the morning to noon. With their new brooms the team played
wonderfully and Harry had very little criticism. Any time he wasn't playing Quiddich,
eating, sleeping, or going to class Harry studied with Hermione in the library. Once he
had caught up with his classes he continued to study and now was even farther ahead then
Hermione. He was now top of his class in every subject but divination. Even in potions,
Snape couldn't deny that Harry's potions were the best. Plus a little threat from James
about pictures of Snape in a dress helped Harry a lot. A week before the big game
practices were increased by an hour or even sometimes two. Harry wanted to be extra
sure that they won the game.
The day of the game Harry woke up very early. He went down to the common room and
started going over the plays that the team had been practiced. Finally it was time to go
out on the pitch. Lee Jordan started commentating right away with comments about the
Gryffindors brooms. As Harry did a lope around the field he saw his parents in the
stands, waving at him. He shock hands with Malfoy and the game began. Within five
minutes the chasers had scored five points. Five minutes later Harry caught the snitch.
During the minutes between the catching of the snitch there had been six more goals
scored by the chasers. The score was 260 to 0. Harry was very pleased to except the
Quiddich Cup from Dumbledore. James and Lily came and congratulated him with big
smiles. "He is even better then you are James." Lily teased. The party that night was
great. Everyone participated. There were even some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs
smuggled in the Gryffindor common room. Even Hermione put down her books to
celebrate. At 2:30 McGonagall came in and told everyone to go to bed and yelled at the
Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs for being in the Gryffindor common room. Harry decided to
have Quiddich try-offs for next years team, because he wanted the help of the team
members that were leaving. They needed beaters and chasers. Ginny Wesley, Seamus
Finnegan, and surprisingly Hermione were the new chasers. Dean and Lavender were the
new beaters. The O.W.L.'s came and passed. At the end of the year they got the results
from them. Harry had gotten the highest amount of O.W.L's, five more then Hermione.
In what seemed like seconds it was time to go home.
On the train ride home Harry told his friends about what he and his father were going to
do to the Dursleys. James was going to pick Harry up and they were going to go on a
'father son bonding trip' as Lily put it. James was supposed to tell the Dursleys that
Harry did not need to stay with them again and he 'forgot'. When he got to the train
station, there was Uncle Vernon there to pick him up. There was a silent ride to the
house. Harry went straight to his room and made sure everything was in order for the
'surprise'. The next morning Harry announced that a friend would be coming by to see
him. His aunt and uncle were furious, Dudley was just scared. At 11:00 AM sharp
Prongs came barreling through the door and stood by Harry. Uncle Vernon just laughed
when he saw the animal. "That is your friend, boy? You are going to be locked into your
bedroom for the rest of the summer. Oh, and don't plan on eating for a long time." He
took Harry from the middle and started heaving him up the stairs. This was not what
Harry and James had planned. James had never been so angry in his life. No one should
be treated like that! He transformed into his normal self and held his wand against Uncle
Vernon's back. "Put my son down, NOW!" Vernon held tight on to Harry as if his life
depended on his grip. But he did whip around. He was so shocked when he saw James
that he dropped Harry quickly. "Y-your dead!" he stuttered. "Unfortunately for you I
am not." He raised his wand high. What he did to Vernon though, was unexpected. He
turned his hair purple, to match his face and then his skin pink. He made his eyes yellow
and his ears red. "For fifteen days you will stay like that. For every year you mis-treated
my son. Don't worry though it will wear off then. My wife will probably be by
sometime to fix you up before then. I expect you to treat her with curtsey. Or I will be
back." With that he gapped Harry by the hand and left with a 'pop'. "That was great
dad! The look on his face was priceless!" Harry told James a little too loudly because
Lily heard. "The look on whose face?" James gulped. Lily was a very nice person. But
when she was mad, you wanted to get out of her way. And she headed straight towards
James. "The look on who's face?" she repeating. In a small voice James said "Your
brother-in-laws." Lily left at once; she was scared at what James might do to him,
because James' temper was just as bad as hers. When she returned Harry said "I think I
will send an owl to Ron now." And left quickly left. When he came back downstairs he
saw his parents making out. "Eww" he said. They stopped at once. Whenever Lily and
James had a fight it ended in a passionate kiss. In fact Harry had been born nine months
later then a big fight between his parents.
A week after Harry had gotten home the nightmares began. He kept seeing awful images
of Voldemort torturing and killing muggles. Harry knew those were torturings from the
past because of the style of clothing and the way the houses were designed. As an old
habit Harry decided to write Sirius. In his letter he told Sirius about everything that had
happened in his dreams, even if some of the parts were weird. The problem with Harry's
dreams was he couldn't hear anything. He didn't know what they were saying or why
Voldemort was torturing the people he was. Three days after Harry had written his letter
Sirius came running into his room. "Harry, are you okay? I was so worried when I
received your letter." Harry sat Sirius down and explained everything that happened in
his dreams. "And I don't know what they are supposed to mean." Harry concluded.
Sirius looked like he was just as confused as Harry. "I will write Dumbledore and ask
him about your dreams, maybe he will know what they mean. Meanwhile, why didn't
you tell your parents about these dreams?"
"My parents? Oh yes them, well I don't think that they would understand. You have
been the one there, and you understand more of what I am going through. Also I have
always gone to you if I have a problem. You were like a father to me when I didn't have
one. You were the person I felt like was a roll model for me. You would have dies and
still would die for your best friends before you would let them get hurt." At Harry's
words Sirius felt touched. He was happy that his godson trusted him that much. He gave
Harry a big hug. Little to the knowledge of Harry and Sirius James was standing right
outside of the door during the conversation.
James was very upset. He didn't think he could ever be this angry with Sirius. He was
also very disappointed in Harry. Why didn't he tell Lily or himself about the nightmares?
They had been told what had happened to Harry in all his years in school. He was
beginning to wish that what happened in Harry's third year hadn't. The he, James would
have been Harry's first roll model, the person that Harry confided in. James walked
down to the kitchen where Lily had had lunch set up for them from the house- elves. "Ah
James, there you are, will you go get Harry and tell him that lunch is ready." James just
sat down and said nothing. As he began to chew his lunch Lily got worried. James
always loves to go get Harry, what is wrong? "Well, if you don't want to I guess I will."
She went up to Harry's room and was surprised to see that Sirius was there tickling him.
"Ok, ok" Harry laughed. "I will tell them." Sirius satisfied with himself let Harry get up.
Then he noticed Lily had walked into the room. "Good afternoon Lily. How are you
doing?" "I'm doing just fine, thank you Sirius. It is time for lunch. You can join us if you want
Sirius." "No, that's ok I need to leave now anyway, see you later Harry." Sirius left with a 'pop' . "Well coming downstairs or what?" Lily asked Harry.
"I'm coming" he said and followed her to the kitchen.
They sat and ate lunch in silence. Finally Harry got the courage to speak. "Mum, dad I
need to tell you something." They both looked at him in interest to show that they were
listening. Harry told them about his nightmares. Lily was horrified that this had been
happening to her baby. She ran over and hugged Harry. James just sat still, he was still
hurt at what Harry had told Sirius earlier. "Mum, you are suffocating me." He said in a
choked sort-of way. Lily let go of him. "Dad, want to go play Quiddich in the back
yard?" James cheered up right away. He loved to play Quiddich with anybody,
anywhere, any time. He summoned their brooms and went outside to play. Lily just
sighed, boys. She would have gladly joined them, because she loved Quiddich just as
much as James, but she knew that the two boys needed to bond, and flying was the
perfect way. She walked outside to watch them. She had to break the news some way
and the only way she could was to tell them well they were happy, so that they wouldn't
get to upset. "Harry, James" she called up to them. They flew towards her. "The
Dursleys are coming over for dinner."
"WHAT" Harry asked horrified. He nearly fell of his broom in shock.
"You heard me, now I want you two to be nice to them. I don't want any repeats of what
happened the last time you were with them." Harry and James cracked into identical
grins as they though of the last time they had seen Vernon.
"What time are they coming over?"
"They will be here in an hours." At this Harry did fall of his broom. James caught him
in mid-air so that he wouldn't hit the ground.
"Thanks, dad" he told him.
"You two get inside and get cleaned up, Quiddich make you very dirty. I want to make a
good impression on them."
James and Harry snorted in laughter at that.
"How can we make a good impression if they already hate us?" Harry asked her. Lily
just scoffed and walked away.
"We better do what she wants." James sighed.
They went into the house and got ready for dinner. Far to soon it was time for the
Dursleys to come. Lily greeted her sister with a hug that Petunia stiffly returned.
Vernon and Dudley were to busy looking around at that magnificent house. Lily
showed them into the dining room, where laid out was their finest china. Lily had
decided that the house-elves should bring in the food and not make it magically appear,
because that might scare the Dursley's. Either way would have scared them, because
when Petunia saw the house-elves she screamed. It took awhile to calm her down, but
finally she did. When they went to eat, they found that half the food on the table was
gone. Dudley had eaten all of that food in the 10 minutes it took to calm his mother
down. James was not pleased. "How did you ever get anything to eat with that cousin of
yours around, you must have starved!" he whispered to Harry. Harry thought it was
better not to say anything about the fact that he had starved. But James understood what
his silence meant and was very angry. Harry dragged him out of the room, before James
could explode. "We will go get more food from the elves." Was the excuse Harry used to
get James out of the room.
"They starved you! How dare they! I should.."
"Dad, calm down, Mum would be really mad if you do anything to them. In plus they
only really starved me once. But Ron and his brothers came and rescued me from them,
so I am fine." Those words did not calm James down at all. They just made him even
more made at them. Harry told James to sit down and he would be right back. Harry
went to the kitchens where the house-elves were and requested more food. He went back
to his father who was still fuming and told him that they better get back to the dining
room or there wouldn't be any food left. When they returned Lily smiled thankfully at
Harry. The rest of dinner was award, partly because James was throwing angry glares at
the Dursleys and they were quite scared of him.
"Why don't you go show Dudley your room Harry?" Lily told him after dinner. Harry
rolled his eyed and told Dudley to follow him. As they were walking (or in Dudley's
case waddling) up to Harry's room Dudley got up enough courage to ask Harry a
question. "What were those things that came in with the food?"
"They are called house-elves. They are like our servants; they cook and clean for us."
"Oh"
"This is my room." Dudley stopped dead in his tracts when he saw Harry's room. He
looked around at all the Quiddich stuff he had and the moving pictures of Harry and his
friends. Harry smiled as he saw his favorite picture, the one that Ron took of the
Slythrine team. "Are those all your friends?" Dudley asked looking at the pictures.
"Almost, only the people in this picture are not my friends, they are my worst enemies."
"They don't look very happy."
"They aren't we had just showed them the best brooms you can get, our whole team had
them."
"Team?"
"Quiddich team, it is a sport that we play on brooms."
"How?"
"I guess the only way for you to understand is to show you." Harry sighed as he got out
his boom. Mum is not going to like me flying in the house Harry thought as he mounted
his broom. He started zooming around the room. Dudley was amazed.
"Could I try?" he asked timidly.
Harry was little nervous about letting Dudley on the best broom in the wizarding world.
"One second" he said and got out of his Firebolt. If Dudley was going to ride a broom, it
would be better if he broke Harry's old broom. Harry showed him how to mount the
broom. Dudley managed to get on the broom without breaking it. All in all Dudley was
a bad flyer. He crashed into a few wall and the ceiling but finally got the hang of it.
Everything was going well until Lily came into the room. "HARRY JAMES POTTER
GET DOWN RIGHT THIS SECOND!!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL
YOU NOT TO FLY IN THE HOUSE! AND WITH YOUR COUSIN!" Harry didn't
think that he had ever seen his mother so mad. He did exactly what his mother told him
to do. He helped Dudley dismount. "Dudley, it is time for you to go home." She said in
a nicer voice. She glared at Harry. To be honest, Harry was terrified.
"I think I will just go say goodbye then."
"You most certainly will not. You will stay right here and I will get your father to talk to
you." Harry gulped, would his fathers temper be worst?
James came upstairs when his wife called. He put on a stern face when Lily told him
what happened. Lily, pleased, left to go say goodbye to the Dursleys. James kept the
stern face on for about a minute and then burst out laughing.
"You should see the look on your face!" James was still laughing. Harry relaxed.
"I have never seen her so mad." He admitted.
"Yeah, she has a pretty bad temper, it goes with her hair. I used to get in trouble doing the
same thing. But I hear you got your cousin up in the air, that must have been a great
picture."
"He wanted to try. I have no idea why. I always thought that he hated wizards just as
much as his parents." James frowned. "I want you to tell me everything that ever
happened to you." Harry didn't really want to. He knew his fathers temper. But he also
knew his father would be even madder if Harry didn't tell him.
"Well then I guess I should start with the cupboard under the stairs. So you remember
seeing it?"
"Yes"
"I lived in there until I was eleven."
James was speechless. How could anyone do that to his son? "Go on"
Harry went on to explain all the weird things that had happened to him. Ending up on the
school roof, dying his teachers hair blue, dreams about flying motorcycles. When he got
to the snake, James realized his son was a parslemouth. He had been told that before, but
really hadn't really registered it. James was very upset when he heard about before
Harry's second year, that they had locked him in his room and barley feed him anything.
He was horrified that Harry had gotten so upset that he lost his temper that he lost
control of his powers.
"What did your aunt say that made you so upset you lost control of your powers?"
"Well, she said that you and mum were good for nothing and were drunk when you
died." "When you are murdered you won't be drunk."
"For years they told me that you died in a car crash."
"A CAR CRASH, A CAR CRASH COULDN'T KILL YOUR MOTHER AND ME!"
"That was exactly what Hagrid said when he came and got me from them."
James couldn't believe it. Harry didn't know how his parents had 'died' until he was
eleven. He almost could feel his pain.
"Well after I blew up Aunt Marge I ran away in a fury, and that was the first time I saw
Sirius."
"Really, what did he say?"
"Nothing, he was in dog form. I didn't know it was him though, and for some time that
year I thought he was a Grim because he kept showing up to see me."
Just like now, thought James.
When Harry got to the Tri-wizard tournament he found it hard to continue about the end
of the third task. He told how both Lily and James had come out of the wand. James
now understood why Harry thought that Lily and he wouldn't understand, because they
didn't. They had gotten a revised timeline of events from Dumbledore but now James
knew what Harry had felt about everything. His son had spent his whole life being lied
to, tricked, and betrayed by some of the people he had trusted the most. Now more then
ever James wished he could have been there for Harry when he was going through all
this. Like right now Harry looked on the verge of tears because of what had happened in
his fourth year. Or was he?
Harry was in a lot of pain. He had forgotten to watch the time. Now he had yet another
explanation to go through. He only had to deal with it for another 15 minutes and it
would be over, that is until tomorrow.
"Harry, what is wrong?"
"Wait.fifteen minutes..explain then." Harry huffed. James watched him helplessly
for fifteen minutes as Harry withered in pain. When the minutes were over James was
very concerned. How long had this been happing to him?
"Explain NOW!" James yelled.
"Well Hermione said it was."
"Hermione?!? That is how long this been happening?"
"Since I a week before I started school again." Harry said as quietly as he could.
"Why?" was all that James could get out.
"Well, I had Hermione do some research for me and she thinks it's a reaction to the curse
Voldemort put on me. But Ron doesn't think so, he thinks that I am just stressed out."
"Ron knows too?"
"Yeah, I needed him to do a silencing charm on me at first because I screamed a lot."
"S-screamed" James had not expected this at all.
"It happens everyday at 9:00 and lasts until 9:15. Then it stops." James couldn't say
anything. He wished that he had known earlier, then he would have done something
about it.
"You can't do anything about it, Hermione and I spent a lot of time looking for some way
to cure it. We spent a lot of time in the Library between that and.." Oh no, another secret
revealed.
"Between that and WHAT?" asked James asked sternly. Harry knew it was no use, he
couldn't get himself out of this.
"Well we umm, we were doing what you did when you were in school."
"And what is that?" James tried to think of the things that he done in school, hoping
Harry hadn't done any of them.
"Webacameillegalanigus."
"What was that?"
"We became illegal anigmas." He said more boldly this time.
"Really?" Harry just nodded.
"How long did it take you? What do you turn into?"
"It took us all of last year. And I turn into.."
Hogwarts. Lily had tried to convince him to stay home another week, but he refused. He
told her that he needed to study for his O.W.L's before he missed so much school that he
would have to repeat 5th year. Finally, with much persuasion, she let him go and here he
was. That evening when he walked into the common room, he saw that there was a huge
party for him. Everything was going great until Fred reminded him that they would have
to play Slythrine for the house cup in a mere 4 weeks. Harry ran to McGonagall's office
to book the field in any possible time for the next four weeks. Then he returned to the
common room and went to bed, with the party still raging on through the night. The next
morning (Saturday) Harry woke the team at 5:00 AM to start training. They all grumbled
about how lack of sleep would cause them to not play well and how Harry was turning
into a mini Wood as they walked down to the pitch. Harry just told them that they had
lost 3 weeks of training with him gone and that they needed to start now. In the air thirty
minutes later Harry felt great to be back on his broom. As he watched the team warm-up
he spotted a figure that looked very familiar in the distance. Harry told the team that he
would be back soon and flew toward the figure. James was pleased to see that his son
had the team out so early. "Dad, what are you doing here?" Harry asked him.
"Well, I asked Professor Dumbledore to inform me of when your next practice was, assuming that it would not be for another couple of weeks. But no, I have a crazy son who wanted to have a Quiddich practice at five in the morning on the day after he gets back from the hospital. Your lucky I didn't tell your mother, she would have had a fit!" James told him with a smile on his face.
"So why are you here?"
"Oh, you will see soon, just assemble that team of yours, I want to have a talk with them."
Harry flew off and got his team on the ground. James approached. "Mr. Potter, could you talk some sense into Harry? We had a wonderful party for him last night that ran until two in the morning and here only three hours later, he made us get up and start practicing!" complained George.
"Oh, he is better then I was, I got the team up at four!" James told them. There was a lot
of muttering about 'like father like son' and 'their both crazy!'. "Now I was told that
Malfoy gave the Slythrine team new brooms when his son got on the team. Now that I
hate both Slythrine and the Malfoy's just as much even more then you do, I got you
these." From a long black box in that had been invisible, he pulled out seven brand-new
Firebolt 5's and handed them out. The team was in awe. All Harry could do was grin.
They would win the Quiddich Cup for sure this year! "Dad, thank you for the brooms. I
really like them but we only have five hours to train today and we have already lost one
of them so we need to get going!" The team thanked Mr. Potter and took off. Four hours
later, they were hot, dirty, and tired. As they walked out of the locker room after getting
changed, Harry asked them to slow down. He made them stand there for five minutes so
that the Slythrine team would see them as they were leaving. "Potter, I booked the field,
get off now!" "Malfoy, with joy, we just finished anyway, we just wanted to stick around
a little so we could show you the new gift that the team got from my father." Right after
he said this the team held up their brooms, each with their name etched in gold on the
broom." The Slythrines couldn't say anything. They just stood there stunned. Ron took
out a camera and snapped a couple of pictures of them, before the team walked off nearly
in hysterics from laughing. "You'll have to send that one to my father, Ron; he would
love to see it!" Harry told Ron through his laughter.
The next four weeks were all studying and Quiddich for Harry. He was working the team
really hard. They had practice three times during the school week from five to nine and
on the week-end five in the morning to noon. With their new brooms the team played
wonderfully and Harry had very little criticism. Any time he wasn't playing Quiddich,
eating, sleeping, or going to class Harry studied with Hermione in the library. Once he
had caught up with his classes he continued to study and now was even farther ahead then
Hermione. He was now top of his class in every subject but divination. Even in potions,
Snape couldn't deny that Harry's potions were the best. Plus a little threat from James
about pictures of Snape in a dress helped Harry a lot. A week before the big game
practices were increased by an hour or even sometimes two. Harry wanted to be extra
sure that they won the game.
The day of the game Harry woke up very early. He went down to the common room and
started going over the plays that the team had been practiced. Finally it was time to go
out on the pitch. Lee Jordan started commentating right away with comments about the
Gryffindors brooms. As Harry did a lope around the field he saw his parents in the
stands, waving at him. He shock hands with Malfoy and the game began. Within five
minutes the chasers had scored five points. Five minutes later Harry caught the snitch.
During the minutes between the catching of the snitch there had been six more goals
scored by the chasers. The score was 260 to 0. Harry was very pleased to except the
Quiddich Cup from Dumbledore. James and Lily came and congratulated him with big
smiles. "He is even better then you are James." Lily teased. The party that night was
great. Everyone participated. There were even some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs
smuggled in the Gryffindor common room. Even Hermione put down her books to
celebrate. At 2:30 McGonagall came in and told everyone to go to bed and yelled at the
Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs for being in the Gryffindor common room. Harry decided to
have Quiddich try-offs for next years team, because he wanted the help of the team
members that were leaving. They needed beaters and chasers. Ginny Wesley, Seamus
Finnegan, and surprisingly Hermione were the new chasers. Dean and Lavender were the
new beaters. The O.W.L.'s came and passed. At the end of the year they got the results
from them. Harry had gotten the highest amount of O.W.L's, five more then Hermione.
In what seemed like seconds it was time to go home.
On the train ride home Harry told his friends about what he and his father were going to
do to the Dursleys. James was going to pick Harry up and they were going to go on a
'father son bonding trip' as Lily put it. James was supposed to tell the Dursleys that
Harry did not need to stay with them again and he 'forgot'. When he got to the train
station, there was Uncle Vernon there to pick him up. There was a silent ride to the
house. Harry went straight to his room and made sure everything was in order for the
'surprise'. The next morning Harry announced that a friend would be coming by to see
him. His aunt and uncle were furious, Dudley was just scared. At 11:00 AM sharp
Prongs came barreling through the door and stood by Harry. Uncle Vernon just laughed
when he saw the animal. "That is your friend, boy? You are going to be locked into your
bedroom for the rest of the summer. Oh, and don't plan on eating for a long time." He
took Harry from the middle and started heaving him up the stairs. This was not what
Harry and James had planned. James had never been so angry in his life. No one should
be treated like that! He transformed into his normal self and held his wand against Uncle
Vernon's back. "Put my son down, NOW!" Vernon held tight on to Harry as if his life
depended on his grip. But he did whip around. He was so shocked when he saw James
that he dropped Harry quickly. "Y-your dead!" he stuttered. "Unfortunately for you I
am not." He raised his wand high. What he did to Vernon though, was unexpected. He
turned his hair purple, to match his face and then his skin pink. He made his eyes yellow
and his ears red. "For fifteen days you will stay like that. For every year you mis-treated
my son. Don't worry though it will wear off then. My wife will probably be by
sometime to fix you up before then. I expect you to treat her with curtsey. Or I will be
back." With that he gapped Harry by the hand and left with a 'pop'. "That was great
dad! The look on his face was priceless!" Harry told James a little too loudly because
Lily heard. "The look on whose face?" James gulped. Lily was a very nice person. But
when she was mad, you wanted to get out of her way. And she headed straight towards
James. "The look on who's face?" she repeating. In a small voice James said "Your
brother-in-laws." Lily left at once; she was scared at what James might do to him,
because James' temper was just as bad as hers. When she returned Harry said "I think I
will send an owl to Ron now." And left quickly left. When he came back downstairs he
saw his parents making out. "Eww" he said. They stopped at once. Whenever Lily and
James had a fight it ended in a passionate kiss. In fact Harry had been born nine months
later then a big fight between his parents.
A week after Harry had gotten home the nightmares began. He kept seeing awful images
of Voldemort torturing and killing muggles. Harry knew those were torturings from the
past because of the style of clothing and the way the houses were designed. As an old
habit Harry decided to write Sirius. In his letter he told Sirius about everything that had
happened in his dreams, even if some of the parts were weird. The problem with Harry's
dreams was he couldn't hear anything. He didn't know what they were saying or why
Voldemort was torturing the people he was. Three days after Harry had written his letter
Sirius came running into his room. "Harry, are you okay? I was so worried when I
received your letter." Harry sat Sirius down and explained everything that happened in
his dreams. "And I don't know what they are supposed to mean." Harry concluded.
Sirius looked like he was just as confused as Harry. "I will write Dumbledore and ask
him about your dreams, maybe he will know what they mean. Meanwhile, why didn't
you tell your parents about these dreams?"
"My parents? Oh yes them, well I don't think that they would understand. You have
been the one there, and you understand more of what I am going through. Also I have
always gone to you if I have a problem. You were like a father to me when I didn't have
one. You were the person I felt like was a roll model for me. You would have dies and
still would die for your best friends before you would let them get hurt." At Harry's
words Sirius felt touched. He was happy that his godson trusted him that much. He gave
Harry a big hug. Little to the knowledge of Harry and Sirius James was standing right
outside of the door during the conversation.
James was very upset. He didn't think he could ever be this angry with Sirius. He was
also very disappointed in Harry. Why didn't he tell Lily or himself about the nightmares?
They had been told what had happened to Harry in all his years in school. He was
beginning to wish that what happened in Harry's third year hadn't. The he, James would
have been Harry's first roll model, the person that Harry confided in. James walked
down to the kitchen where Lily had had lunch set up for them from the house- elves. "Ah
James, there you are, will you go get Harry and tell him that lunch is ready." James just
sat down and said nothing. As he began to chew his lunch Lily got worried. James
always loves to go get Harry, what is wrong? "Well, if you don't want to I guess I will."
She went up to Harry's room and was surprised to see that Sirius was there tickling him.
"Ok, ok" Harry laughed. "I will tell them." Sirius satisfied with himself let Harry get up.
Then he noticed Lily had walked into the room. "Good afternoon Lily. How are you
doing?" "I'm doing just fine, thank you Sirius. It is time for lunch. You can join us if you want
Sirius." "No, that's ok I need to leave now anyway, see you later Harry." Sirius left with a 'pop' . "Well coming downstairs or what?" Lily asked Harry.
"I'm coming" he said and followed her to the kitchen.
They sat and ate lunch in silence. Finally Harry got the courage to speak. "Mum, dad I
need to tell you something." They both looked at him in interest to show that they were
listening. Harry told them about his nightmares. Lily was horrified that this had been
happening to her baby. She ran over and hugged Harry. James just sat still, he was still
hurt at what Harry had told Sirius earlier. "Mum, you are suffocating me." He said in a
choked sort-of way. Lily let go of him. "Dad, want to go play Quiddich in the back
yard?" James cheered up right away. He loved to play Quiddich with anybody,
anywhere, any time. He summoned their brooms and went outside to play. Lily just
sighed, boys. She would have gladly joined them, because she loved Quiddich just as
much as James, but she knew that the two boys needed to bond, and flying was the
perfect way. She walked outside to watch them. She had to break the news some way
and the only way she could was to tell them well they were happy, so that they wouldn't
get to upset. "Harry, James" she called up to them. They flew towards her. "The
Dursleys are coming over for dinner."
"WHAT" Harry asked horrified. He nearly fell of his broom in shock.
"You heard me, now I want you two to be nice to them. I don't want any repeats of what
happened the last time you were with them." Harry and James cracked into identical
grins as they though of the last time they had seen Vernon.
"What time are they coming over?"
"They will be here in an hours." At this Harry did fall of his broom. James caught him
in mid-air so that he wouldn't hit the ground.
"Thanks, dad" he told him.
"You two get inside and get cleaned up, Quiddich make you very dirty. I want to make a
good impression on them."
James and Harry snorted in laughter at that.
"How can we make a good impression if they already hate us?" Harry asked her. Lily
just scoffed and walked away.
"We better do what she wants." James sighed.
They went into the house and got ready for dinner. Far to soon it was time for the
Dursleys to come. Lily greeted her sister with a hug that Petunia stiffly returned.
Vernon and Dudley were to busy looking around at that magnificent house. Lily
showed them into the dining room, where laid out was their finest china. Lily had
decided that the house-elves should bring in the food and not make it magically appear,
because that might scare the Dursley's. Either way would have scared them, because
when Petunia saw the house-elves she screamed. It took awhile to calm her down, but
finally she did. When they went to eat, they found that half the food on the table was
gone. Dudley had eaten all of that food in the 10 minutes it took to calm his mother
down. James was not pleased. "How did you ever get anything to eat with that cousin of
yours around, you must have starved!" he whispered to Harry. Harry thought it was
better not to say anything about the fact that he had starved. But James understood what
his silence meant and was very angry. Harry dragged him out of the room, before James
could explode. "We will go get more food from the elves." Was the excuse Harry used to
get James out of the room.
"They starved you! How dare they! I should.."
"Dad, calm down, Mum would be really mad if you do anything to them. In plus they
only really starved me once. But Ron and his brothers came and rescued me from them,
so I am fine." Those words did not calm James down at all. They just made him even
more made at them. Harry told James to sit down and he would be right back. Harry
went to the kitchens where the house-elves were and requested more food. He went back
to his father who was still fuming and told him that they better get back to the dining
room or there wouldn't be any food left. When they returned Lily smiled thankfully at
Harry. The rest of dinner was award, partly because James was throwing angry glares at
the Dursleys and they were quite scared of him.
"Why don't you go show Dudley your room Harry?" Lily told him after dinner. Harry
rolled his eyed and told Dudley to follow him. As they were walking (or in Dudley's
case waddling) up to Harry's room Dudley got up enough courage to ask Harry a
question. "What were those things that came in with the food?"
"They are called house-elves. They are like our servants; they cook and clean for us."
"Oh"
"This is my room." Dudley stopped dead in his tracts when he saw Harry's room. He
looked around at all the Quiddich stuff he had and the moving pictures of Harry and his
friends. Harry smiled as he saw his favorite picture, the one that Ron took of the
Slythrine team. "Are those all your friends?" Dudley asked looking at the pictures.
"Almost, only the people in this picture are not my friends, they are my worst enemies."
"They don't look very happy."
"They aren't we had just showed them the best brooms you can get, our whole team had
them."
"Team?"
"Quiddich team, it is a sport that we play on brooms."
"How?"
"I guess the only way for you to understand is to show you." Harry sighed as he got out
his boom. Mum is not going to like me flying in the house Harry thought as he mounted
his broom. He started zooming around the room. Dudley was amazed.
"Could I try?" he asked timidly.
Harry was little nervous about letting Dudley on the best broom in the wizarding world.
"One second" he said and got out of his Firebolt. If Dudley was going to ride a broom, it
would be better if he broke Harry's old broom. Harry showed him how to mount the
broom. Dudley managed to get on the broom without breaking it. All in all Dudley was
a bad flyer. He crashed into a few wall and the ceiling but finally got the hang of it.
Everything was going well until Lily came into the room. "HARRY JAMES POTTER
GET DOWN RIGHT THIS SECOND!!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL
YOU NOT TO FLY IN THE HOUSE! AND WITH YOUR COUSIN!" Harry didn't
think that he had ever seen his mother so mad. He did exactly what his mother told him
to do. He helped Dudley dismount. "Dudley, it is time for you to go home." She said in
a nicer voice. She glared at Harry. To be honest, Harry was terrified.
"I think I will just go say goodbye then."
"You most certainly will not. You will stay right here and I will get your father to talk to
you." Harry gulped, would his fathers temper be worst?
James came upstairs when his wife called. He put on a stern face when Lily told him
what happened. Lily, pleased, left to go say goodbye to the Dursleys. James kept the
stern face on for about a minute and then burst out laughing.
"You should see the look on your face!" James was still laughing. Harry relaxed.
"I have never seen her so mad." He admitted.
"Yeah, she has a pretty bad temper, it goes with her hair. I used to get in trouble doing the
same thing. But I hear you got your cousin up in the air, that must have been a great
picture."
"He wanted to try. I have no idea why. I always thought that he hated wizards just as
much as his parents." James frowned. "I want you to tell me everything that ever
happened to you." Harry didn't really want to. He knew his fathers temper. But he also
knew his father would be even madder if Harry didn't tell him.
"Well then I guess I should start with the cupboard under the stairs. So you remember
seeing it?"
"Yes"
"I lived in there until I was eleven."
James was speechless. How could anyone do that to his son? "Go on"
Harry went on to explain all the weird things that had happened to him. Ending up on the
school roof, dying his teachers hair blue, dreams about flying motorcycles. When he got
to the snake, James realized his son was a parslemouth. He had been told that before, but
really hadn't really registered it. James was very upset when he heard about before
Harry's second year, that they had locked him in his room and barley feed him anything.
He was horrified that Harry had gotten so upset that he lost his temper that he lost
control of his powers.
"What did your aunt say that made you so upset you lost control of your powers?"
"Well, she said that you and mum were good for nothing and were drunk when you
died." "When you are murdered you won't be drunk."
"For years they told me that you died in a car crash."
"A CAR CRASH, A CAR CRASH COULDN'T KILL YOUR MOTHER AND ME!"
"That was exactly what Hagrid said when he came and got me from them."
James couldn't believe it. Harry didn't know how his parents had 'died' until he was
eleven. He almost could feel his pain.
"Well after I blew up Aunt Marge I ran away in a fury, and that was the first time I saw
Sirius."
"Really, what did he say?"
"Nothing, he was in dog form. I didn't know it was him though, and for some time that
year I thought he was a Grim because he kept showing up to see me."
Just like now, thought James.
When Harry got to the Tri-wizard tournament he found it hard to continue about the end
of the third task. He told how both Lily and James had come out of the wand. James
now understood why Harry thought that Lily and he wouldn't understand, because they
didn't. They had gotten a revised timeline of events from Dumbledore but now James
knew what Harry had felt about everything. His son had spent his whole life being lied
to, tricked, and betrayed by some of the people he had trusted the most. Now more then
ever James wished he could have been there for Harry when he was going through all
this. Like right now Harry looked on the verge of tears because of what had happened in
his fourth year. Or was he?
Harry was in a lot of pain. He had forgotten to watch the time. Now he had yet another
explanation to go through. He only had to deal with it for another 15 minutes and it
would be over, that is until tomorrow.
"Harry, what is wrong?"
"Wait.fifteen minutes..explain then." Harry huffed. James watched him helplessly
for fifteen minutes as Harry withered in pain. When the minutes were over James was
very concerned. How long had this been happing to him?
"Explain NOW!" James yelled.
"Well Hermione said it was."
"Hermione?!? That is how long this been happening?"
"Since I a week before I started school again." Harry said as quietly as he could.
"Why?" was all that James could get out.
"Well, I had Hermione do some research for me and she thinks it's a reaction to the curse
Voldemort put on me. But Ron doesn't think so, he thinks that I am just stressed out."
"Ron knows too?"
"Yeah, I needed him to do a silencing charm on me at first because I screamed a lot."
"S-screamed" James had not expected this at all.
"It happens everyday at 9:00 and lasts until 9:15. Then it stops." James couldn't say
anything. He wished that he had known earlier, then he would have done something
about it.
"You can't do anything about it, Hermione and I spent a lot of time looking for some way
to cure it. We spent a lot of time in the Library between that and.." Oh no, another secret
revealed.
"Between that and WHAT?" asked James asked sternly. Harry knew it was no use, he
couldn't get himself out of this.
"Well we umm, we were doing what you did when you were in school."
"And what is that?" James tried to think of the things that he done in school, hoping
Harry hadn't done any of them.
"Webacameillegalanigus."
"What was that?"
"We became illegal anigmas." He said more boldly this time.
"Really?" Harry just nodded.
"How long did it take you? What do you turn into?"
"It took us all of last year. And I turn into.."