Chapter 4

"When I was 1," Harry began, "There was a prophecy concerning a baby born on July 31st and Voldemort. Are you aware of this prophecy?"

"Yes," James nodded. "It was either you or Frank and Alice's son."

"Yes, well, Voldemort chose me," Harry said. "So Halloween…"

"He came after us, you, I guess. Yes, that's the last thing we remember," Lily murmured. "Then we were here."

"Well, in reality, you were killed by Voldemort that night. I was marked, and Voldemort was forced into hiding, because he was so weak," Harry explained.

"So, You-Know-Who has been gone for a long time?" James asked. "Do you not fear his return?"

"No. He came back about five years ago. We just managed to defeat him about a year and a half ago," Harry explained.

"Wait, how did I die?" Sirius piped up.

"That was four years ago," Harry murmured staring off into the fireplace.

Sirius was about to speak again, but Ginny held up her hand to stop him.

Harry needed his time before he could explain Sirius' death. Ginny knew that. Harry still blamed himself.

Ginny took a hold of Harry's hand. "It's not your fault, Harry."

Harry sighed and began to speak, "Five years ago, Voldemort sent Death Eaters to try and get a hold of the prophecy. I was lured there because Kreacher tricked me into believing Sirius was at the ministry with the Death Eaters. I foolishly believed him and went to save Sirius."

"Nasty house-elf," Sirius interrupted.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "For awhile, at least. Anyway, I was dueling other Death Eaters. And Voldemort had arrived. You were fighting Bellatrix. I don't really know what happened. But you fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries," Harry explained.

"Well, it doesn't sound painful," Sirius said.

Harry just shrugged.

"He blames himself," Ginny murmured to the others.

"You shouldn't feel guilty, Harry," Sirius spoke up.

Harry stared at him.

"I know myself. I would have gone after you even if you had told me to stay. I am assuming, as I am your godfather it was my responsibility to look after you. It was my duty, Harry. It wasn't your fault. I went there on my own," Sirius told Harry.

"That means a lot coming from you," Harry told him. "I'd just started getting to know you."

"What? What do you mean?" Sirius asked. "Shouldn't I have got you when your parents kicked the bucket?"

"Uh," Harry said looking at Ginny, she just shrugged.

"I think I can help with that question," Hermione said appearing in the room with Ron.

"Where were the two of you now?" Harry asked.

"If you must know, Harry," Hermione said raising an eyebrow, "I was finishing up my book."

"Congratulations, Hermione," Ginny grinned.

"What's it called?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Harry Potter: Humble Hero," Hermione sighed happily. "It's like my baby. Seeing as I may never get a real one," she glared at Ron.

Ron just rolled his eyes.

"Really, Hermione?" Harry sighed.

"Hey, you said as long as I wrote only the truth I could write what and how I wanted," Hermione shrugged. "Besides I was going to allow you to read it before I published it. But Harry, it's all truth. Exactly what happened and how you felt about it. Anyway, I thought your parents and Sirius could read it. That way you wouldn't have to explain everything to them."

"It would be easier," Harry agreed.

Hermione put down the manuscript on the coffee table and took out her wand. "Duo Effingo." Two more copies appeared beside the original on the coffee table. "If anyone else would have tried that, or attempts to in the future, the book would explode. Copyright protection."

Harry shook his head, "You really are the brightest witch of our age."

Hermione blushed.

"How about we all retire?" Ginny suggested. "We can talk more tomorrow."

Everyone agreed. Harry kissed and hugged his parent's goodnight, and said farewell to Sirius, Ron, and Hermione. Then he and Ginny led the group upstairs to bed.

"Lily, James, Sirius, I'll show you to where you will be staying," Molly said reentering the room.

The next morning at breakfast Lily, James, and Sirius strayed in late.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," Molly smiled as she put food down in front of them.

"Morning," they mumbled. Baby Harry gurgled.

"Ginny, are you sure you don't want anything?" Molly asked her for the tenth time.

"Maybe just a piece of toast lightly buttered. I am feeling a little sick this morning," Ginny said.

"Maybe you should go lie down," Harry suggested to her.

"I'm fine," Ginny shook her head. "Probably just a bug I picked up from the children's ward."

Ginny worked as a Trainee Healer in the Children's Ward at St. Mungo's.

"Still," Harry said. "You should rest."

"Harry's right," Molly said. "It's an important part of getting better."

"Mum, I'm a Healer in Training. I think I know this," Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Then do it," Molly instructed her.

Ginny took her toast and headed upstairs to lie down, kissing Harry on her way.

"So have you guys read any of Hermione's book?" Harry asked James, Lily, and Sirius.

"James and I have decided to read it in chunks together," Lily said. "We've read about your childhood. We stopped right before your first year of Hogwarts."

"Hey, that's almost where I am," Sirius said. "I have one more chapter to go."

"I guess we should wait for Sirius to catch up before we talk about it," Harry said.

"I guess," James sighed dramatically.

Lily playfully smacked his arm.

"I'm going to check on Ginny," Harry announced.

When Harry reached his room he saw Ginny sitting on their bed, arms wrapped around her knees, with tear stains down her cheeks.

"Ginny, hey Gin, what's wrong?" Harry said sitting down beside her.

"I…I don't know," she sobbed.

"Well, you've got to be crying for a reason," Harry said.

"I have to tell you something," she whispered.

A/N: *Duo in Latin means two, Effingo in Latin means duplicate* Sorry for the long time between updates. Hope you enjoyed. Please review Thanks for the support!