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I hope you enjoy this story that I got from katie13 (yes another one) that she said that she had never put up on this site.

Chapter 38

When Sirius left his room, having taken a long time to finish the very short letter, Harry stepped onto the corridor as well, still yawning and rubbing his face. Spotting his godfather, he smiled broadly.

"How long did I sleep, Dad?"

Sirius consulted his watch: "Almost two hours. Harry- we need to talk."

Harry frowned as they went down the stairs and entered the living room, "Talk? About what?"

Sirius sighed and ran his hand down his face wearily. This would be difficult to explain to Harry, and he didn't want to shock his godson too badly.

"Sit down," he started gently.

Harry became a little worried at the uncharacteristically serious voice of his godfather, and complied wordlessly. Sirius sat down next to him and pulled Harry into his lap, as he would have done a few days before when Harry had still been five years old. Harry squirmed a little at first, but did not complain and eventually relaxed.

"Once ever 1000 years, Harry, there is a mysterious occurrence called the Year of the Dead. Have you ever heard of that, Harry?"

Harry shook his head mutely.

"Right, well, during the Year of the Dead, anyone who has died in the past thousand years may come back from the dead, if they wish to do so, for approximately one year. During the year they are alive they can do whatever they want, and they cannot be killed."

Harry furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Padfoot, why are you telling me this?" Sirius sighed as he tightened his grip on Harry.

"Because, Harry, the Year of the Dead begins in exactly two weeks."

Harry looked amazed and awed, but apparently did not quite catch the implications. Sirius sighed as he realized that he had to drop the bombshell.

"Harry," he said softly, "Your parents came back to life two weeks ago." Sirius could feel Harry stiffen dramatically in his arms. He hurried on with the explanation.

"They're a little early, you know," he said hastily. "I haven't had the chance to talk to them yet. But they want to see you, of course. In fact, we would have told you immediately as soon as they came back, but didn't think it wise, considering that you were only five and had enough problems as it was. Lily and James understood, of course….."

Harry was breathing rather quickly, and could feel a painful lump rising in his throat. His parents were alive- he couldn't believe it!

"Why did you tell me now, Sirius?" he managed to get out. How could he call this man he loved so much 'Dad' when his real father, a man Harry didn't even know, was back alive?

Sirius sighed as he saw the look on Harry's face and read it correctly: "Harry, don't worry, nothing is going to change between the two of us. I promise! I still love you more than life itself, and as far as I am concerned, you are still my son! Harry, please believe me, nothing has to change in our life, just that there will be two more people who love you very much."

Harry nodded, hesitantly: "So- can I still call you 'Dad'?

Sirius sighed deeply this time: "Harry- you are still my son, like I said. But- well- I don't think James would be very happy if you called me that-"

The look on Sirius' face was so pained that Harry hugged him tightly.

"Don't worry, Sirius," he whispered. "I understand. Really, I do. I won't call you Dad anymore. But I want you to know that as far as I am concerned, you are still my real father!"

Sirius smiled as Harry used his own words against him. They sat in comfortable silence for a while.

"So," Harry asked brightly, "Now I have two fathers and one mother. Quite the change from being all alone, right Siri?"

Sirius laughed and ruffled Harry's hair.

"Indeed. Though you were never truly alone. Harry, if you want, we can still keep running every day."

Harry nodded.

"I'd like that, very much." Sirius smiled.

"Oh! I almost forgot! Harry, I wrote Albus and told him to send Lily and James here tonight," Sirius said nervously. "I hope you don't mind?"

Harry bit his lip, but shook his head. He was looking forward to meeting his parents for the first time.

"Could you tell me about them, Siri?" Sirius nodded.

He told Harry how he had met James for the first time on the Hogwarts express, and how they had instantly hit it off and about the time when Lily had become James' girlfriend. Oh, not to mention countless pranks they had played on a certain Slytherin….. Harry was smiling and laughing more than he had in a long time. Time flew by; neither of them realized that they had sat there for more than an hour- when suddenly, there were two 'pop's.

Harry looked up quickly and felt his breath catch in his throat. There, standing in the middle of the living room, were his parents, Lily and James Potter. They seemed strangely familiar…..

James was smiling warmly.

"Hello Padfoot, it's good to see you again. And Harry- you've grown so much- last time I held you you were still a little baby!"

Harry squirmed uncomfortably. He hated comments like that, as did all teenagers. The three adults chuckled.

"Hi Harry," said Lily gently, "It is wonderful to see you again. And this time, you're your real age!"

Lily and James' eyes were twinkling mischievously as Harry finally realized where he had seen them before.

"You!" Harry gasped as he slipped down from Sirius' lap and walked towards his parents. "You were in my bedroom!"

Lily smiled.

"Yes, Harry," she admitted as she and James hugged their son, "But it was not time for you to know!"

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