Harry stopped walking when he got to Remus's door. Snape knocked on the door and opened it, leading Harry into the room. Harry stood silently, looking around. Sirius was there which surprised Harry. They normally communicate by mirror.

"Come here," Remus said.

Harry walked over to Sirius.

"I want to show you some pictures," Remus told him.

Harry put his hand on Sirius's shoulder.

"Hi Harry, you seemed sad so I decided to come," Sirius said.

"Come see the pictures," Remus said again. "I told you during the summer that I'll show you them."

Harry reluctantly walked over to Remus and started looking through the album. Most of the pictures were the same ones Sirius had, but a few were different. Starting from his fifth year, Remus had Lilly in some pictures. The adult pictures were completely different, including one of Sirius in his dog form, taking a nap with Harry on his back.

"I love this one," Harry said, showing it to Sirius.

"You still have it?" Sirius said with a smile.

"I told you, I'll use it for blackmail," Remus reminded him.

"That was sixteen years ago," Sirius argued. "Who are you going to show it to now?"

"I just did," Remus said.

Harry laughed.

"Who were you going to show it to?" he asked.

"Sirius was babysitting for you, and I decided to pop in. When I saw him sleeping like that, I took a picture before waking him up. I told him if he can't stay awake when babysitting, I'll show it to your mother," Remus said.

"Why did you fall asleep?" Harry asked.

"It was the day after the full moon," Sirius remembered. "I stayed up all night to keep an eye on Remus and this is how he thanks me."

"So you went home, took a nap, and when you were awake you decided to thank Sirius this way?" Harry asked.

"You see," Sirius said, "I knew he'd take my side."

"Do you feel better now?" Dumbledore asked Harry.

"Yes," Harry said, "sorry I was being so difficult. I was thinking about going to Godric's Hollow for a while, but I didn't-"

Harry's voice trailed off. He seemed unable to finish the sentence.

"You didn't know how Sirius would react," Dumbledore finished for him. "As you can see, he's fine with the idea, so you worried for nothing. Any time you want to talk about your parents, there are four people in this room who are always happy to talk to you. There's no reason to keep everything inside."

Harry left in a better mood than he was in for a while. He managed to stay focused until Christmas break, although he still frequently checked his map. On the Hogwarts Express, he made sure to sit with Luna so that snatchers won't grab her. He was relieved when the train pulled into the station without any incidences.

On Christmas Eve, Remus, Snape and Dumbledore showed up at Sirius's house in order to join Sirius and Harry on their trip to Godric's Hollow.

"You don't all have to come," Harry said.

"We want to," Dumbledore told him. "We miss your parents too."

They first stopped at the statues of James, Lilly and Harry. Harry looked closely at his parents' faces. The others stood back, giving him space. When he was ready, they walked to the cemetery. Harry noticed the Abbot grave and commented that it must be related to Hannah. They stopped at Kendra's and Ariana's graves.

"I've been here often enough," Dumbledore said. "It doesn't always get easier with time."

Harry stopped when he saw Ignotus's grave.

"He's my ancestor," Harry said. "That's how I have the cloak."

Finally they came to his parents' graves. He read what it said aloud. He stood at their graves, crying, oblivious to the four men crying behind him. After a while, Dumbledore handed Harry a wreath of Christmas roses and he put it on the grave. They all stood silently. Nobody wanted to move. Dumbledore was the first one to break the silence.

"I'll be down there," he said, pointing to his mother's and sister's graves. "Come when you're ready."

Sirius put an arm around Harry's shoulder. Remus gripped Harry's other shoulder. Snape stood by himself.

"I should have come here before," Snape said. "I don't know why I didn't."

"I come here every Halloween," Sirius said.

"I used to come here on Harry's birthday," Remus added, "until he started Hogwarts. I felt bad for not being able to contact you."

"It wasn't your fault," Harry said. "You didn't know where I was."

"I was told you were somewhere safe," Remus said. "But you really weren't."

"I was safe," Harry said. "I'm still alive."

Remus sighed. Harry started walking toward the Dumbledore graves. The others followed him. Sirius led the way to Harry's old house. They all stopped and read the sign. Harry read all the things people wrote on the sign. After a few moments of silence, Harry spoke.

"I'm glad this isn't a trap," he said. "This is one place Tom would look for me."

"Except that he's gone," Dumbledore said.

Harry pointed to a house several houses down.

"That's Bathilda Bagshot's house," he said softly.

"I spent lots of time there when I was younger," Dumbledore said. "Do you want to visit her?"

"She's probably not all there at this point," Harry said. "Considering that she has a nephew your age."

"We could visit anyway," Dumbledore said. "She used to visit your mother."

"I'm not so sure," Harry said. "It might be a trap. Besides, her living room is decorated with pictures of you with her nephew. Are you sure you want that shared?"

"How do you know?" Dumbledore asked.

"Tom attacked me here," Harry said. "I wanted to see my parents' graves. Hermione came with me. It was the last year of the war. Bathilda came out and invited us in, except she was really Tom's snake. He bit my arm. Hermione exploded everything in the room so we can escape. Tom remembered every detail of the night he killed my parents. I was there in his head so I lived through it too. That's how I remember. I don't really have any real memories from that age. The night was wet and windy. All the store windows were decorated. Two muggle children were trick or treating. When they saw him, they said, 'Nice costume, mister!' He ignored the kids and went to my house. The curtains were open so he looked in the sitting room. My dad was making puffs of smoke come from his wand. I was wearing blue pajamas, trying to catch the smoke. My mum came in and said that it's bedtime. Dad picked me up and handed me to Mum. He put his wand down on the couch. Tom opened the gate. My dad didn't hear it creak. Tom burst the door open. Dad ran down the hall without even taking his wand. He said, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Tom did the avada kedavra. He laughed because there was no way Dad can hold him off without even taking his wand. Mum was screaming. Tom wasn't going to kill her because Snape asked him not to. She also didn't have her wand. Instead, she put a chair and boxes in front of the door, as if that would keep him out. She was holding me, but as soon as Tom came in, she put me in my crib and tried to block me. She yelled, 'Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!' He told her to stand aside. She said to kill her instead. She begged for mercy. Tom kept telling her to stand aside. When she didn't, he killed her. He could have forced her away from the crib as Snape asked, but decided that it was more prudent to finish them all. I was standing, holding onto the crib. I looked at Tom's face curiously, wondering who was making pretty lights. Tom pointed the wand at my face. I started crying. He said avada kedavra but instead of killing me, he broke. He was nothing but pain and terror and he had to hide. I was trapped and screaming, and Tom left me. He remembered it all tonight, when he returned to Godric's Hollow to kill me and Hermione helped me escape. This is the night I had the full story."

Harry looked around. All four men had tears on their faces. This version of the story was a lot more complete than the one he said the first night of school. He didn't see a reason to give so many details then. Now, with the story fresh on his mind, he said it all.

"So she would have spared Lily?" Snape asked.

"Only if she would have let him kill me," Harry said. "But of course she wouldn't."

"It's all my fault," Snape said.

"What's your fault?" Harry said angrily. "Is it your fault I was born on July 31? Or are you complaining that it's your fault that Tom didn't kill my mother right away without giving her a chance to sacrifice herself for me? If you wouldn't have asked Tom to spare her, he would have killed her right away the same way he killed my dad. Then, he would have been able to kill me and he wouldn't have been defeated. You have to stop blaming yourself."

"Thank you," Snape said, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Hermione accidently broke my wand when she saved my life," Harry said. "I was angry at her for breaking the wand instead of appreciating that she saved me."

"It didn't happen this time," Sirius and Dumbledore said together.

"That's good," Harry said. "I think I'm ready to go home."

Harry slept very deeply that night.