truths and secrets revealed

Blackness, pulling, tugging, snowy white light. 'Pretty' Harry thought. Walk to it; he heard. No, death… foreverness… don't want. Harry pulled back from the comforting white light and fought against the vacuum sucking that tried to pull him to the light. Harry pulled free and returned to his body and away from the nothingness he felt.

Numbness, was what James felt now. He'd seen his son's shocked look and saw him crumble to the floor. His anger flared to life and in a low voice he started chanting:

"Goddess Bellona, talra talba sama fa. Ti narafata la ma seta. Mada va fee talaga gumra. Goddess Bellona camesats nue, Acome, Acome!"

James then pointed at Voldemort.

Voldemort's red snake-like eyes widened, when he felt the power surge at him. A black light surrounded Voldemort and took him out of Hogwarts and dropped him among his followers at the Riddle Manor.

"Damn you, Potter!" Voldemort screamed.

The power rised and died down. James collapsed on the ground and caught his breath. The spell took a lot of power out of him. James got up and crawled over to his son. Harry was cold. He checked Harry's pulse and actually found one. He survived again. James shook his head, amazed and tried to pick up Harry, but he was too weak. After the battle Dumbledore sent everyone to their proper towers to finish eating and to go to bed.

Sirena, Darla, and Audrey picked up James and floated Harry to the Hospital wing.

Poppy examined them both and checked them into the hospital wing, even with James complaining that he was alright, just a little tired.

As night went by James didn't sleep, he watched over his son.

The next morning Harry awoke as Madam Pomfrey was starting to check over him. Harry breath came in short gasps as Pomfrey told him to calm down. Harry batted her arm away, and was begging her to go get Dumbledore when Dumbledore suddenly walked through the doors.

"Dumbledore, I think I'm going crazy. I just saw my dad!" Harry shrieked out, breathlessly.

Dumbledore smiled. Just then James pushed open the Hospital Ward doors and walked in, stopping short when he saw his son was awake.

"Harry."

Harry glared at James and turned his head to Dumbledore. "Explain." He growled.

James closed his eyes. "Harry there is a lot to explain and a lot to make up for. Yes, Lily and I been alive for the past fifteen years, but we were also really weak." James took in a deep breath. "Lily is still in a magic-induced coma."

Harry's face soften at that, and then it hardened again. "Why? Why not tell me you were alive? FOR GOD'S SAKE! SIRIUS WAS IN HELL FOR THIRTEEN YEARS. YOU LEFT HIM THERE IN AZKABAN! HOW DARE YOU." Harry screamed.

Sirena, Darla and Audrey came in and looked around wildly.

"Where's the fire?" Audrey muttered. Then they noticed James and Harry. "Oh dear." Darla flushed out before anyone could stop her.

Harry heard this. "You knew." He snarled. "How?"

Sirena sighted. "We, Darla, Audrey and I lied to you and the school. Our last names are not Mathews, they are Potter. My real name is Holly Sirena Potter."

"And mine is Brooke Darla Potter. "Brooke a.k.a Darla said.

"And mine is Ariel Audrey Potter and we are your aunts."

Harry shook his head in amazement and gave a throaty chuckle quietly. In a dangerously low voice he said "So I really do have a family and aunts." Looking to the girls. "So, I could have lived with one of you, but instead my life was 15 years of hell with the Dursleys."

James sighed. The girls shook a little now, knowing that Harry ended up with both his parents' temper.

"GET OUT!" Harry shouted.

James looked up. "What?"

Harry glared at him. "You heard me, all of you out. Get out now!" To emphasize his point Harry threw a glass of water at the back wall above James's head. The glass shattered upon impact.

"Harry!" James roared.

Holly, Brooke and Ariel grabbed James and forced him out of the room.

Harry's breath came in short gasps. He then laid back down on the pillow and cried himself to sleep.

"Get the hell off of me!" James yelled at his sisters.

Holly turned James to her. "You both need to calm down." She said.

"I will not calm down."

Ariel rolled her eyes, "James, think about this from his point of view. You wake up one day; after almost being killed; and find out both your parents are alive and you have other family then the Dursley's. Also, you realized if you had other family then you could have lived with them, instead of being physical and mentally abused most of your life."

James closed his eyes. "I get the point."

"Good." Brooke said, just as a black owl landed on her shoulder and stuck its foot out to James. James took the cream white envelope that the bird was holding, and opened it.

Dear Master Potter,

I am pleased to inform you that the Lady of the house has finally awakened. She's weak in magic, but strong in health. Lady Potter shall be able to see you or the young master in a week's time. If you want you may come home early and look after her, I suggest this; you should have Lady Lily check into the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Lady Lily suggest this by, she comment in her exact words, "I have questions, so James better have some God damn answers or else."

Sincerely, Court (your most loyal house elf.)

"James what is it?" Holly asked.

James reread the letter. "Lily is awake and she wants answers," he replied.

"Well, that's good. Right?" Brooke asked.

"Yes, it is." Said James. "Why don't you girls go? I'm going to stay here a little while longer."

Holly glanced at the hospital wing doors. "Find, but don't piss Harry off anymore."

James smiled. "Fine, spoil my fun."

Holly glared at him mockingly and ran off after Brooke and Ariel.

James waited and walked back into the hospital wing. Harry laid there waiting for him. He heard everything.

"So, she's awake?" he asked

James took the empty chair next to his son's bed and sat down. "Yep, and she has questions."

"Poor you."

James laughed. "I know, I'll be lucky if I can leave with my head, when she finds out I don't have the answers to some of her questions."

Harry smiled smugly and glanced at his father. "Wait until she finds out about the Dursley's."

James winced. "Are you... do you hate me?" he finally asked, softly.

Harry looked over at his father. "No." he said coldly. "I don't hate you. Pissed off at you, very pissed off at you, possibly wishing some dreadful things to happen to you, like oh say, you being pecked at by a bunch of sparrows or chickens, but I don't hate you."

James sighed. "I know, I bet your mostly pissed off at me because of Sirius."

"YES!"

"I figured as much."

Harry glared at his father. "You could have rescued Sirius, got him out of Azkaban, but no, you left him to rot in that hell hole. Also, he's dead. Plus, you could be more sympathetic about him being dead."

"I know." James said. "I know. I wish I could change things, but I can't. I can make things better, but... what happened at the Dursley's?"

Harry looked at his father, shocked. He didn't expect him to say that, to mention the Dursley's so soon. "I don't want to talk about it." He said.

James put his hand of Harry's shoulder. "Please?" he said softly.

Harry glanced at his father's hazel eyes that were, as he could tell, sympathetic to him.

Harry gave in. "They didn't give a damn about me. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs for 10 years. I was considered a freak. Mostly they underfed me or hit or punched me if they were pissed off, or bored. When my uncle's business started going under about a year or so, the beatings gotten closer and more frequent. Personally, I didn't own anything and I was treated worst then a house elf. Hell, a house elf lived better than me."

Just then a lightning bolt and thunder cracked outside even though it was a clear night. The sketch on James's face was of one of pure fury, hate, and anger all in one.

James straightened his face, and stared blankly at Harry. "The Dursley's will pay." James said in a monotone voice.

Harry stifled a shout of laughter. With what James had just said, he knew the Dursley's had no chance of living, or at least he knew they would get very hurt.

"You know Sirius said the exact same thing, once."

James glanced up at Harry and smiled. "If you excuse me." He said, while moving to the fire place, and grabbing floo powder. "I have to see your mother." James then dropped the floo powder and cried out. "Griffins nest."

Harry shook his head.

James appeared at the fire place in the study and then made his way up the marble staircase to his wife's rooms. Court met him halfway there.

"How is the young master?" the house elf, named Court, asked.

"Harry is fine." James answered, shortly. "Now, please leave." He asked the houseelf. James then knocked on the door.

"Come in," a soft voice responded.

James open the door and walked in. The first thing he saw was his beautiful, elegant wife laying in the bed looking at him.

Lily looked up when she her the door open and put down the book she was reading to pass the time. It was a fantasy book she'd loved very much when she was younger, Alice in Wonderland. James managed to get her a first edition copy when she finally said yes to go on a date with him in her fifth year.

When she saw James squirming in front of her ,she then tilted her head and smiled at him. In a cold voice she said. "James, explain." Her husband knew he was in for it. He stopped squirming.

James breathed deeply and walked over to Lily. He then sat down next to her on the goose-down comforter and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

"James, that's not going to work. Explain now, please."

James sighed. "It's now or never." He thought.

James looked straight into Lily's emerald eyes. "Voldemort attacked us."

Lily's eye widened. "What! Harry? Where's my baby?" Lily started to get up.

James held his wife down. "Harry's alive."

Lily's head snapped up. "What?"

"Yes." James said. "You see since you tried to protect Harry the spell bounced back upon Voldemort. He disappeared and you've been in a magical coma, for about 15 years."

Lily blinked. "15 years," she whispered. "Where's Harry? Who he living with? Where is he?"

"Shhh, shhh. Please calm down Lils." James begged softly. "He's at Hogwarts."

Lily calmed down some. "Hogwarts. Let's go to Hogwarts. Please."

When James heard that 'Please' come from Lily he knew there was no excuse he could give.

James then put on a smile. "Yes, we'll go to Hogwarts and you can get checked up and see Harry."

Lily swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She swayed a little bit and James grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her to him. He then put his other hand around her waist, Lily gave James a smile. "So we're really going." She asked.

James gave Lily the famous Potter lopsided grin, "Yes." He whispered softly and he then bellowed "COURT, PACK OUR BAGS WE'RE HEADING BACK TO HOGWARTS."

"Shit!"

"Hey, watch it. Don't make any more noise or Poppy will throw us out."

"So, that woman acts like she has a wand shoved up her..."

"Ron!"

Harry then let out a snort of laughter into his cozy down pillow. He knew Ron and Hermione would be visiting him but he didn't know that the pair were such comedians.

"See, now you've woke him up." exclaimed Hermione.

Harry wondered if Ron knew that Harry been up since they both walked into the hospital wing.

"So!" Ron said.

Hermione rolled her eyes, walked over to Harry and stood over his sleeping self.

"Harry Potter, wake up and get up!" she proposed nice and loud to her best friend.

Harry grumbled into his pillow, telling Hermione to go do something that even Dumbledore would blush about. Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbed Harry's sheets off of him and slapped Harry on the arse.

Harry rolled over and glared up at Hermione, "What you do that for?"

Hermione looked down at Harry and smirked, "No, reason just trying to get you up." Hermione then turned and sat in her chair. "By the way," she said added, grinning up a storm, "Love the boxers."

Harry blushed and looked at Hermione, bewildered. Then he realized he wasn't wearing anything but red boxers with little snitches zooming across them.

"Um, thanks." He muttered, embarrassed. He wondered how Hermione and Ron got into the hospital wing.

Ron snorted and sat down. "So, how are you doing?"

Harry smiled, "Not bad, confused, very confused."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry, "Confused, why?" she asked.

"Because my parents are alive."

Ron looked at his best friend, like he belonged in Saint Mungo's, that or he'd said Voldemort was his father. "No, they're not. We know this."

Harry shook his head telling them they were wrong, and then he told them the whole story of what had happened after the recent battle and what was already told to him by his father and aunts. Now that Harry was saying this, he realized that he had to get use to calling someone else Aunt, also he wondered if he had cousins other then Dudley, the stupid fat pig that he was.

"Wow," was the only thing said when Harry was finish the story telling.

Right then the fireplace in Poppy's office glowed a pea green and flared to life. Out

came two suitcases, a duffle bag and an old fashion oak traveling case. After that, James came carrying a traveling trunk which he dropped to the floor when he saw Ron and Hermione; with Harry; looking at him.

"Uh, hi." James said, as he looked at his son's friends, who practically had their jaws hanging to the ground.

Harry looked at the suit cases and then at his father, "So, road trip?" He asked, very cockily.

James scolded Harry, "Ha, bloody, ha! Very hilarious."

Just then the fireplace flared up again and a studding red head step out gracefully. She was amazing, that was the only thing. Long red curly hair hung down her back in perfect waves and soft, stunning green eyes, matched beautifully with her oval face and milky white skin.

She glared at her husband when she saw her luggage on the floor. "James move the luggage, now." She ridiculed.

James looked at his wife and picked up the heavy luggage, he muttered a little about being her slave and obediently moved her luggage. The red head looked around the hospital wing and then saw Harry. She looked at him suspiciously.

"Mom?" the dark haired one said.

Lily moved to the boy. "I don't know what..." she trailed off realizing that this boy, the dark haired boy that looked so much like her husband, was in fact her son. "Harry." She then whispered.

Harry gave his mother a little smile knowing that she had a little trouble excepting the fact that her little baby boy was indeed a 16-year-old grown man. He then saw her look at his friends.

"James," Lily said, while turning to her husband, "I thought the hospital wing was going to be empty." She said with slight concern to her voice and a hint anger.

"It was." James muttered

Ron eyes widen more when he heard Lily and James talk like they were alive for the past 16 years. "You...he...dead. Bloody hell your both dead."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Yah, yah, do I look dead to you?"

"N n n no." Ron stuttered.

"Thank you."

Hermione looked at Harry, "Did you know of this?"

Harry squirmed in his bed, "Yes, kind of, sort of."

"And you didn't tell us!"

"Actually I did. You didn't believe me." Said Harry, coldly.

James stepped forward a little to improve Harry's defense, "Personally, I told him not to tell anyone, but he insisted to tell you two and now since you both know...well, I guess the whole story needs to be told..."

James explained most of the story. Well, not even most, for some parts will be told at a later date, he only told the parts they needed to know. James told how Lily and he planned to died, how they hide out in one of the manors after the spell they did; to insure Harry's survival, backfired and place Lily into her 'magic coma' and how Harry almost died the other night during the Voldemort attack, he manage to wake Lily when he came back because both of them were connected though the protection spell that back fired.

As before, "Wow." Was the only thing both the red haired boy and the Ravenclaw poser could say?

"Wow, is correct Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger. Now both of you leave." Poppy said as she came out of her office and walked to Lily. She then took Lily by the arm to the bed next to Harry and sat her down. She then proceeded to check over the spunky redhead.

When Poppy was done she exclaimed that Lily was in perfect health for a woman who has been in a coma for 15 years.

Lily replied to that with a dry thank you.

Poppy then turned to Harry's friends who were still by his bedside, "What did I tell you!"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, turned to Harry, saluted him and ran out of the Hospital wing.

Lily shook her head. 'Poppy was the same.' She thought. As she remembered back to her days, of Hogwarts when she was following both James and Sirius into the Hospital wing and belittling them for the stupid things they did.

She then sat down next to Harry. "So tell me about yourself." She said as James sat down on the other side of his son.

Harry realized at this second and moment he was glad he put back his sheets on top of him, after Hermione pulled them off. It would be so embarrassing if his mother, who hadn't seen her son in 15 years, saw him sitting in a hospital bed with only his red boxers, with snitches on them, on them.

"Well," he started. James then got up. "Where are you going?" Harry asked his father.

James turned to his son and wife. "As much as I love to stay here and watch this mother/ son moment, "James then wiped a fake tear away from his eye. "I have things to do." He said with an annoying smirk, that almost reminded Harry of a Malfoy, and with a skip he strolled out of the hospital wing.

Lily looked after her husband with an annoyed expression. She then shook her head and turned to Harry, "So..." she then trailed off.

Harry nodded and knew what she wanted; he then proceeded to tell her his story of what happen in his life. When he gotten to his fourth year a loud "WHAT" could be heard though out the castle.

Across Scotland and a little way into England, in a little suburb of Surrey. There was peace and quiet. Things were normal, well as normal as it is at Number four Pivot drive. Vernon Dursley sat on the cream colored couch with his wife Petunia next to him watching the six o'clock news.

Right now the anchor on the station, Althea Neman, a leggy blonde with brown eyes, changed from explaining about the murder of 150 people of Westminster, to the cool weather of the winter.

"150 people murdered and she's talking about the weather, damn slut doesn't know what's she's doing." Vernon said, while getting up to answer the door.

When he open the door, he saw three ladies and two hooded men standing on his front porch looking around the neighborhood.

"May I help you?" he asked ruffled.

The girl on the left smiled coldly, "Yes, we're looking for Vernon and Petunia Dursley."

Vernon stood up straighter. "That's me." He swinted his eyes at the five people, wondering why they had hoods on and who they could be.

One of the hooded men turned around, his hooded didn't come off. "Good!" he hissed.

"Who are you!" Vernon demanded, a little scared by this stranger out burst.

The man held a little laugh in his voice, "May I introduced; Holly, Brooke, and Ariel." Pointing to each girl, "and we have some business to discuss."

"Who are you!" Vernon asked demanded, again with a shake of fear. "And what business?"

The man lifted his hand up to his hood. "My name is James Potter," he said while taking off his hood. Vernon eyes widen in fear, when he saw his supposed dead brother-in-law's face." And the business to 'discuss' is MY SON!" James hissed at Vernon, while pulling out his eleven inch mahogany wand.

Holly, Ariel, and Brooke did the same, and pulled out their wand. Then they pushed Vernon into the house, while casting silencing spells and charms around the whole property. James calmly walked into the house when he heard the high pitch screaming of his "flawless" sister-in-law and her swine of a husband. The other man, who was next to James gave a murdering smile and closed the door to Number 4 Privet drive. Making sure no one heard the screams that were going on in the house and locking the door behind him, so no one could get in or out.

James spell translation:

Translation: Goddess Bellona hear my plea
Take him away, body and soul
Away from this place. Goddess Bellona
Protect around thee and mine.
Take him now!

Bellona –Roman war Goddess,