A/N: I am SO incredibly sorry. I honestly did not mean to tae this long updating. I know it's been ages. I feel like such a bad author. :( Please don't hate me. I got so caught up with school, and then I got really sick, and I know those are feeble excuses, but it's the truth. Then I flew to Nebraska for a week to visit my brother and have family time (I got to see snow for the first time ever!) and then Christmas… It's been mad lately. By the way, Happy Christmas and Happy New Year! But I am so sorry everyone. Truly. I really hope you guy didn't think I was abandoning this. No, I won't do that. I may get busy, but I promise to continue until I feel that this story can come to a comfortable ending. I can take it too many places right now. I really hope you guys like this chapter. I tried to make it kind of funny as well as everything else. There are a few Marauder moments that just kind of happened, and I liked it, so I left them in. Let me know what you think about that! So, enough with that.
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Without further ado, the long awaited Chapter 7!
Disclaimer: I am the proud owner of a wand, a set of Ravenclaw robes, and a snitch. However, that does not make me the owner of this amazing world that Harry Potter lives in. That would be J.K. Rowling. She got rich off those books, I'm still a broke college kid. Ah well, I can dream (I did dream that Dumblebore offered to watch my cats, and that's kinda the same thing, right? Thought so).
Chapter 7
Several hours later found the small family lazing around the sitting room after dinner. Lily and Remus were engaged in a game of chess, and James and Harry had been pouring over photo albums on the sofa, swapping stories and, in Harry's case, listening to family history. Sirius had decided to take a nap and was curled up in front of the sofa as Padfoot.
Currently, James was sitting with his arm around Harry, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. James, not having realized this, continued talking to Harry, carding his fingers through his son's hair.
Lily looked up at this moment and smiled at the sight that met her eyes. Quietly, she summoned her camera and snapped a picture of her husband and son (and Sirius) looking so adorable. Moments like this were few and far between, especially now that Harry was a teenager.
"James!" Lily said quietly. "James!"
"What Lily?" said James, clearly annoyed with her interruption. "I'm trying to teach Harry some family history."
Lily giggled. "Lot of good that's doing if he's asleep on you. Poor thing, he's exhausted."
"I – what?" James started, confused. He looked down to his shoulder to discover that Harry was in fact asleep. A smile spread over James' face as he kissed Harry's forehead.
"I'll put him to bed," said James, carefully extracting himself from the couch and lifting Harry into his arms.
"I'll be up in a minute, love," said Lily, turning back to her chess game with Remus.
"And that's checkmate, Lily," Remus said smugly, having his knight move to attack her king. "Sirius and I should probably go."
"Really, Remus, I don't know why I agreed to play you at chess; you always win. And nonsense, you both have rooms and things here, stay."
Remus considered this for a moment. "Hmm. Alright, if it's really not a bother."
Lily smiled at her friend, "Never, Remus. You and Sirius are both always welcome."
"Thank you, Lily," said Remus, smiling warmly at her. "I should wake Sirius."
Remus walked over to the black lump on the floor that was Sirius and nudged him with his foot.
"Sirius, wake up," Remus said. Sirius whined. "C'mon, Sirius, get up! Padfoot, up!" Nudge. Whine. "Padfoot, now! C'mon, you lazy mutt, get up!"
The dog stretched and yawned, and after a moment Sirius had transformed back into his human form.
"Oi! Watch who you're calling 'mutt,' Remus," said Sirius, thoroughly irritated. "I'll have you know, I'm a pedigree. Now, what did Prongs do with my godson?"
"He put him to bed," Lily answered. "Harry fell asleep, so we decided it was time for him to go to bed. And it's been decided that you and Remus are staying the night with us as well. I was just headed up to tell Harry goodnight."
"Okay," said Sirius. "We'll be down here."
Lily nodded and headed for the stairs. When she reached the door of Harry's room, James looked up at her and smiled. He was sitting in a chair next to Harry's bed, watching him sleep. Lily walked over and carefully removed Harry's glasses, brushing the hair from his forehead as she bent to kiss his head. Harry sighed and burrowed further into his sheets.
"He looks just like you, James," Lily commented. "I still can't get over it. He's like…your clone."
James smiled and nodded, taking his wife's hand.
"He actually looks peaceful in his sleep tonight," James said. "Maybe he'll get some sleep without a potion."
"I hope so."
"Dumbledore wanted to come over tomorrow to check on the house's wards… And he's bringing Madame Pomfrey to check up on Harry," James said.
"Harry won't like that," Lily replied.
"I know. He also mentioned that he wanted to talk to us about some 'other' things."
"Did he say what? And when did this conversation take place?"
"He owled today. I forgot about it. And he said he'd talk about it with us in person."
"Hmm. That's cryptic. Oh, Sirius and Remus are staying the night," Lily informed James.
"Do they know that yet?" James smirked.
"Obviously!" Lily huffed.
"Just asking. Let's let our son get some sleep in peace," James suggested.
Lily stood from her place on the edge of Harry's bed. She placed his glasses on the bedside table, pecked him on the cheek, and whispered, "Good night, sweetheart. Mummy loves you."
James ruffled Harry's hair and whispered, "Night, son. Love you, too."
They quietly walked to the door and turned out the lights, closing the door behind them, grateful to be able to tuck their son into bed tonight.
Harry Potter was dreaming. At first, he was having a very good dream, and his parents were just talking to him. Slowly, though, the dream changed. His parents were shouting at him, blaming him for their deaths.
"It's your fault we died!" James screamed. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have had to go into hiding and Voldemort wouldn't have been after us."
"No! I-I'm sorry!" Harry sobbed. "I swear – I never meant – "
"You're such a burden!" Lily spat. "Petunia was right. Even in our world, you are a freak! And now that we're back, you still can't stay out of trouble! We shouldn't put up with you."
"Mum, Dad, no! Please!" Harry cried. "I'm sorry! I'll try to be good, I swear! Please, don't send me away!"
"Sirius went to Azkaban because of you!" James yelled.
"I know! I know! I'm sorry!" Harry cried.
Meanwhile, downstairs, said parents had spent the past few hours in the sitting room catching up with their friends.
"What's that noise?" Remus said suddenly.
Sure enough, a soft ringing could be heard throughout the manor.
"Hmm," said James thoughtfully, getting to his feet. "Remember the monitors we had on Harry's room when he was little? I put them back on his room in case he happened to need us. It is a new house, after all. I didn't tell him, though, he's not a baby anymore, and it's just Dad being a little overprotective. It's just going to get louder, so I should go check on him."
With a wave of his wand, the alarm was silenced. Lily stood as well.
"I'll go too. I just have a feeling."
James nodded. "We'll be back."
"Actually, I think I'm going to head to bed. Night you guys," said Sirius.
"I should have turned in an hour ago," Remus said, yawning. "Good night, everyone."
"Good night," Lily and James said together as they all headed in their respective directions when they reached the staircase landing.
Lily and James knocked on the door to Harry's room and when they received no answer, they entered. It quickly became obvious that Harry was trapped in another of his nightmares. He was thrashing around in his bed, crying and screaming out.
"I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!" Harry moaned.
Lily moved to the side of his bed and began to lightly shake his shoulders.
"Harry, sweetie, you need to wake up," Lily coaxed. "Darling, you're dreaming. Wake up for Mummy."
Harry continued to cry and thrash around in his bed.
"Harry, son, you need to wake up," James said, carding his fingers through his son's hair as he shook his shoulders a bit more forcefully. "Harry, you're having a nightmare. C'mon, wake up for us."
Lily pulled Harry into her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed. She murmured soothing words to him as his sobs turned into whimpers and he began to calm down.
"That's it baby, it's alright," Lily cooed. Harry was slowly waking up and James was rubbing circles on his back.
Harry finally opened his eyes, looking wildly around. James handed him his glasses as he made to sit up.
"Hey mate," James said cautiously. "You were having a nightmare. Do you want to tell us about it?"
Harry shook his head. "S-sorry I w-woke you guys up."
"Oh, darling, we weren't asleep," Lily said gently. "And that's what we're here for."
"Want to tell us what that nightmare was about?" James asked.
"It was nothing," said Harry, shaking his head again.
"It didn't sound like 'nothing' to us," Lily offered. "Please, Harry, let us help."
Harry seemed to consider this for a minute or so and then quietly said, "It was about the two of you."
"What about us?" James asked.
Harry looked at his father uncertainly, then looked away and said, "It's stupid. It was just a dream."
"But it obviously upset you, son," James pressed. "Now what's this about?"
Choosing to stare at the wall, Harry began to tell them about his dream.
"You were yelling at me. You were both just so angry with me. And it's m-my fault you d-died in the first place and we had to go into hiding b-because of me, and it's m-my fault V-Voldemort was after us! And S-Sirius w-went to Azkaban because of me! And you're gonna chuck me out b-because I-I'm a freak and A-Aunt P-Petunia was r-right! I'm sorry! I don't want to go anywhere! I'm sorry!"
Harry was nearly inconsolable. Lily wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, giving James a baffled look; surely he didn't really believe that?
"Harry, I need you to calm down and look at me," James said gently. When he had Harry's attention, he continued. "None of that is true. And I had better not ever heard of you calling yourself that awful name again – you are not, do you understand? All of that was a dream, okay? A very bad nightmare. Dreams are misleading many times and show things that aren't real. Your mother and I would never say those things to you, nor do we think them, because they aren't true. None of it was your fault, Harry. And you're not going anywhere because you're our son and we love you."
Harry sniffed and wiped his face. "Really?"
"Yes, sweetheart," answered Lily from beside him. "We died once to protect you, and we would do it all over again if the situation ever occurred. We knew exactly what we were doing."
"I don't want that to happen again," said Harry quickly. "I just got you both back and…"
"Well, son that isn't your decision," James said sternly. "We don't want it to happen again either, and last time shouldn't have happened. We were betrayed. But this time, we're a little wiser. We don't want anything to happen either, but if something does, you're our son, and I'll protect you and your mother to the death. That's non-negotiable."
Harry merely nodded in understanding.
"Think you can go back to sleep tonight?" Lily asked.
Harry thought for a moment; it certainly helped when the object of his nightmare wasn't the graveyard or reliving his parents' deaths. If it was something that was like tonight, where he could be reassured that what he had seen was not real, it made sleeping a lot easier.
"I think I'll try, yeah," Harry said. He was still tired, and it wasn't that late yet.
"Alright. Night, son. Love you," James said, ruffling Harry's hair and kissing the top of his head.
"Love you too, Dad," said Harry, smiling to himself.
Lily smoothed the sheets on Harry's bed and kissed his cheek.
"Remember, sweetheart, we're just down the hall if you need anything."
"Yes, Mum."
"Good night, Harry. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mum."
Lily and James turned to leave the room and turn out the light. Before they left, Harry asked in a sleepy voice, "How did I get in my room?"
James chuckled. "Oh. You fell asleep downstairs, so I carried you to bed."
"Oh. Okay," said Harry, both too tired to care and satisfied with the answer.
Lily and James left their son's room thoroughly ready for a good night's sleep of their own.
The next morning, James woke up to see Lily sleeping peacefully next to him, her long red hair splayed out around her. He smiled at the sight of his beautiful wife, and he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. James decided he wouldn't wake her and would give her the chance to sleep in today.
After he had taken a shower, James dressed for the day. He began to think of activities he could do with Harry until he was cleared to fly again; chess and family history would quickly become boring to his teenaged son. In the meantime, he figured a spot of breakfast would be in order, and it would save Lily some work.
James reached the kitchen and was utterly lost. The last time he had been in this kitchen (to cook, that is) was before his parents died; and now that he thought about it, that had been over seventeen years ago as it was long before Harry was born. James Potter suddenly felt very old. He started summoning pots and pans and went to the cupboards, muttering to himself the things he would need to cook. He decided his best bet would be to make some coffee and tea. He needed his cup of coffee before he could hope to make anything decent to eat and function properly.
Once the coffee and tea was set out (with warming spells placed on them), James set to making the eggs and bacon. At that moment, he heard footsteps coming into the room and turned to see Remus shuffling in.
"Morning, Moony!" said James brightly as he flipped an egg.
Remus stopped. "Prongs… What the bloody hell are you doing?" Remus was gaping at him.
"Cooking breakfast," said James simply. "Would you like anything?"
"What have you done to it? And Lily would hex you into next week; you remember what happened the last time you cooked… You nearly blew the house up."
James looked affronted. "I have not tainted this delicious food, Moony. That would be a waste. And that was a complete accident, blasted Muggle appliances that Lily didn't warn me about. How was I supposed to know they don't operate on magic? It wasn't entirely my fault. I'm a pretty decent cook if it's on a Wizarding stove."
Remus looked skeptical. "Alright. But if anything goes wrong, I had no part in it."
James winced, but continued cooking as Remus poured himself a cup of tea. A short while later, Sirius stumbled into the kitchen.
"I smelled food."
"Good morning to you, too, Padfoot," James chuckled.
"Oh," said Sirius, sounding disappointed. "You're cooking? Damn. It's not safe to eat, then."
Remus raised his teacup in agreement.
"I decided to give Lily a break," said James indignantly. "And I'll have you two know I'm a decent cook when I'm using a Wizarding stove!"
"Right," said Sirius, pouring a cup of coffee.
James sat the food on the table and they served their plates. A few bites in, they heard quiet footsteps down the hall and Harry walked in, yawning.
He was a rather comical sight, with his hair even messier than normal from sleep and his clothes were rumpled too. He looked slightly confused for a moment about why these people were congregated in his kitchen, but then he seemed to remember the past few days and mentally shrug it off.
"Morning, Prongslet," greeted James, setting down his coffee cup and extending his arm for Harry to come hug him.
"Morning Dad. Morning Sirius, morning Remus," said Harry sleepily. He slowly shuffled over and awkwardly accepted the hug his father offered.
"Sleep well?" Sirius asked.
"Er, yeah," said Harry awkwardly.
Sirius looked from Harry to James questioningly.
"He had a nightmare," James elaborated.
"Ah," said Remus understandingly.
"Anyway, Harry, have a seat," said James, changing the subject. "Would you like some milk? Or maybe pumpkin juice? Oh! And I have to find your potions! Eat some breakfast, I made it myself."
"Prongs, don't try to poison the poor boy," said Sirius with a smirk.
Harry looked slightly skeptical at the food on the table, looked between Remus and Sirius (who were fighting laughter), and at his father, who looked indignant.
"We can only eat it safely because of year of a built-up immunity to it," Remus informed him.
"Um," Harry started, but James cut him off.
"My cooking is not poison! Don't listen to them, Harry! I only nearly blew up our Muggle stove once!"
Harry snorted. "If you're that bad at it, I could've cooked breakfast. The most I've ever done is burn the food."
The mood at the table sobered. James knelt in front of Harry, placing his hands on his shoulders.
"Son, that is not your job. We will never ask you to do that here, okay? Besides, we have a Wizarding stove, which requires magic to make it work, so please don't ever try to use it alone. You could get badly hurt – it might be best to let your mum teach you to use it, since she's best with it. If you're hungry, at least until you know how to use the stove, let one of us know and we'll get it for you. Alright?"
"Yes sir," said Harry sheepishly.
"Good. Now, I'll be right back with your potions and pumpkin juice."
Harry sighed. Was there anything he could do without being supervised like a child?
Remus patted his hand. "It's okay, Harry. He's just being overprotective."
Harry nodded and smiled. It was nice to think that someone was being overprotective of him, that he had parents who cared.
James walked back in carrying two potion bottles and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. He set the potion bottles down in front of Harry and began to fill his glass with juice. Harry shuddered at the thought of the awful tasting potions. James sat down next to him and nudged the bottles toward him. Harry picked up the pain potion first as that was quickly becoming the most pressing matter and drank it quickly. He drank the nutrient potion just as fast and washed it down with pumpkin juice.
He looked up from his potions to see his dad piling food onto his plate. This slightly surprised him, as no one had ever filled his plate for him before (with the exception of Mrs. Weasley).
"Er, where's Mum?" Harry asked, now digging into his food.
"She's having a bit of a lie-in," James answered.
"Oh," Harry replied.
"Harry, I have something very serious to discuss with you," James said.
Harry was listening very intently.
"Professor Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey are coming over today. Albus owled me yesterday, and has some things to talk to your mother and I about, and he wanted to check on the wards and see how you were getting along. Madame Pomfrey wants to check in on you. I know, it's not fun, but just humor her. She is the healer, after all."
Harry sighed and nodded.
"There's a good lad. They should be here sometime this afternoon."
Lily walked in at that moment, her emerald green dressing gown wrapped tightly about her. She smiled when she saw the breakfast spread on the table, and then walked to the cupboard for a teacup.
"Morning, everyone," she said, dropping a kiss on Harry's head as she passed.
"Morning," came the collective reply as she sat next to James, giving him a good morning kiss.
"Gross," Harry mumbled into his eggs.
Sirius snorted into his coffee.
"Oh, does the fact that your parents love each other disgust you?" said Lily cheekily. "Well, that's how you got here. If you want disgusting, I can tell you the story of your birth."
"Mum!" Harry choked out. "I'm eating!"
The adults laughed at Harry's horrified face.
"So, Dad, told you about today?" Lily asked, helping herself to breakfast.
"Yeah, but I don't get why Madame Pomfrey is checking up on me now. It hasn't even been a week."
"She's probably just worried. You know how she is."
"Yeah, I guess…"
The rest of the morning passed slowly, and Remus and Sirius left around lunch. Apparently, Molly Weasley had waged a cleaning war on the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and it was fighting back. Sirius' house elf, Kreature, was making matters even more difficult by trying to steal back everything they threw out, or not let them in rooms at all, so Sirius needed to come referee. He was considering sending the elf to Potter Manor on a temporary hiatus.
Suddenly, the fireplace in the sitting room came to life, and Albus Dumbledore's head appeared in green flames.
"James? Lily?"
"Albus!" James said. "Come on through."
In a few moments, Albus Dumbledore had stepped through the floo and was brushing himself off.
"Poppy is coming in a moment," he said.
Seconds later, Poppy Pomfrey stepped through the fireplace and was also dusting herself off.
"James, Lily, I trust you are well today," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, Professor, thank you. And you?" said Lily.
"Now Lily, I'm not your professor anymore, call me Albus," said Dumbledore kindly. He gave the room a sweeping glance. "And there's Harry! How are you feeling today, m'boy?"
"Great, sir," said Harry, looking up from his book.
"Good, then, Mr. Potter, your check-up should go fine," said Madame Pomfrey, pulling out her wand.
Harry groaned and put his book down. He went through his check up without any further complaint.
"Has he been taking his potions regularly?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"Yes, twice a day, every day," Lily answered.
"Good. I still don't like where his weight is. Try to get him to eat a little more. And he needs to be resting – I know better than to think a Potter is willingly resting. I'll put him on bed rest if I have to. Definitely no flying yet. Also, the burn on his arm isn't healing like I would like it to. I'm going to give you some burn paste for him to apply once daily for a week. And keep an eye on his back and make sure it's healing properly."
Madame Pomfrey handed Lily a small jar of burn paste, then turned back to survey Harry.
"Are you still having pain, Potter? Answer honestly."
"Yes, but it's not so bad," Harry said.
"Then you'll be spending more time in bed, because it's only going to get worse. The healing process is nasty business," Madame Pomfrey said.
"Madame Pomfrey, what about his nightmares?" Lily asked.
The mediwitch thought for a moment. "The only thing I can tell you is if they're really bad, give him a Dreamless Sleep potion or a Calming potion, but be careful, because they're addictive."
Lily nodded and rubbed Harry's shoulder.
"Also, could you give us a diagnostic scan of Harry's medical history? Remus and Sirius mentioned it to me, and it would be nice to have," James said.
Madame Pomfrey looked as though she had had an epiphany. "Of course. I don't know why I didn't think of it. Certainly."
She waved her wand over Harry and suddenly a long roll of parchment appeared and words were written on it. Words steadily continued appearing on the parchment, and after several long minutes, the writing stopped and the parchment rolled itself up.
"I'll make a copy for Hogwarts' records," said Madame Pomfrey, tapping the roll with her wand and a duplicate appeared in her hand.
"Well, if that's all, I'll see you again at the end of the week," she said, taking up her parchment and bag and heading for the fireplace. "And you, young man, bed!"
Madame Pomfrey grabbed a handful of floo powder, shouted "Hogwarts!" into the fireplace, and she was gone.
James picked up the rolled parchment. "I'll go put this in my study."
He left and quickly returned a few minutes later.
Lily turned to Harry. "You heard Madame Pomfrey. You should be resting. Off to bed."
Harry started to protest, but Dumbledore beat him to it.
"Actually, Lily, what I have to say concerns Harry as well. I would like for him to be here to hear it, if you and James have no objections."
James shared a look with Lily.
"That's perfectly alright, sir."
"Wonderful," said Dumbledore, sitting in an armchair. "Now, let's get started.
"When I placed Harry with Petunia, he was protected from Death Eaters there under a special kind of charm. It is commonly referred to as 'Blood Wards'. I was able to place this charm upon him because of what Lily did when she stepped between him and Voldemort that night. She created a protection woven of love, blood, and sacrifice, and nothing is stronger. It is a very old magic. I would like to place the Blood Wards charm on Potter Manor, if you are willing. It will protect the whole family from anyone wishing outside harm. I would also like to set up the Fidelius Charm again, and you may choose your Secret Keeper as you did last time. Know that my offer of Secret Keeper still stands."
It seemed that the whole family was sitting in a stunned silence. Both Harry and James turned to stare at Lily in awe. James seemed to recover from his shock first, and directed his question at Lily.
"Did you know? I mean, about the possibility of a protection like that?"
Lily, whose eyes looked oddly misty, nodded. "I had heard… rumors. I knew what the odds were of Voldemort coming after us. I knew that if he did come, I wanted to be prepared to do whatever I had to do to give Harry the best chance at life that I could. So I did some research, and I found this. And I trusted it."
Harry was still gaping at his mother. "You knew? And you still did that? For me?"
Lily took Harry's face in her hands. "Do not ever doubt that you are the most wonderful part of my life. I love you so much, Harry James. No matter what I do the rest of my life, nothing will be as good as having you. Yes, I knew. And I'd do it again."
Harry did not try to stop himself – he threw himself at his mother and wrapped his arms around her. She readily accepted his hug, hugging him just as fiercely back.
After a few moments, Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry and Lily broke apart, though Lily still kept an arm wrapped around Harry's shoulder.
"So, I believe I have my answer on the wards?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes," James answered. "Set up the Blood Wards. We do want the Fidelius Charm again, but we will have to talk over our Secret Keeper."
"That is understandable. Very well then," said Dumbledore. "Moving on… Next, I wanted to talk to you about when you wanted to make your Order appearance. The next meeting is tomorrow night. We could even have it here if you like."
"What the Order?" Harry asked.
"The Order of the Phoenix," James answered. ""It is a highly secret organization dedicated to fighting Voldemort. Do not owl your friends about it, and do not talk about it out loud in public. Don't say its location out loud. Your mother and I, Sirius, Remus, and many others were members last time."
"Oh," said Harry. "Can I join?"
"Absolutely not," said Lily fearfully. "You must be of age to join. You can't even sit in on meetings, so don't ask."
"Oh," said Harry, looking crestfallen.
"Anyway, we should probably reveal ourselves to the Order soon," said James. "Tomorrow would be a good opportunity. We have to keep it on a need-to-know basis, anyway."
"Would you like to have the meeting here?" Dumbledore suggested. "It would be easy to notify everyone."
"Sure," said Lily. "The house is clean and we have the room. Plus Molly could bring the kids and Harry could see his friends."
"Ron and Hermione are coming?" Harry said, perking up considerably. "Wicked!"
James and Dumbledore chuckled.
"Well, that's all that I had to discuss for today," said Dumbledore, rising from his seat. "Think about a Secret Keeper and let me know at the meeting tomorrow. I'll just put up the wards and get back to Hogwarts."
"Thank you, Albus," said James, also standing.
"We'll see you at the meeting tomorrow," Lily said.
"Bye Professor," said Harry.
Dumbledore gave a small wave and headed for the front door.
Lily turned to Harry and pointed to the stairs. "Bed. Now!"
Harry sighed in defeat. He was tired, after all. He trudged up the stairs to his room and fell into his bed for a nice nap.
A/N: Well, what did you guys think? It was rather long on my Word Processor, 15 pages! But you guys deserved it for sticking with me. Next chapter, the Order meeting! And will we finally get to see how Snape reacts to Lily and James being back? Tell me what you guys want! Review, I haven't finished the next chapter yet, and I'd love to hear what you think! Thanks everyone!
Oh, and for those following A Proper Family as well, I hope to have the next chapter to it up soon too. Thanks for your patience with both of my stories.
