Hello Harry

A tall man enters the room.
He moved soundless to the bed where the young man was asleep.
He reached out and softly touched the shoulder of the younger.
The youth froze at the contact before he turned himself around and woke with a silent cry.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” he gasped.
“I’m James Potter and I’m here to take you home.” James answered.
“No. My dad is dead since sixteen years. If you’re here because you want revenge at me for killing this bastard Voldemort, then you should come again tomorrow I suggest.” said the adolescent.
“Harry I’m not a death eater. It’s really me. Lily and I didn’t die that night. We were hit by a coma curse. Please believe me.” James pleaded.
As Harry was about to answer, his door banged open again.
“What did Dad tell you about screaming, freak? And who are you?” Dudley asked James.
“I’m Harry’s father. James Potter.” he answered easily.
Dudley gaped at him before he ran out of the room and yelled for his Dad.
“So if you’re my father, then you should know what I’m going to ask you. Who was you’re secret keeper? Sirius or Peter?” Harry asked.
“It was that rat Pettigrew.” James answered bitter.
“Well now I know you’re real. Are we going home now? Because if Vernon sees you, he will freak out.” Harry said shuddering.
“Of course, where’s your stuff?” James asked smiling.
“It’s under the loose floorboard. How are we travelling?”
“Well I asked Dumbledore about a Portkey, but he meant that we should apparate.” James answered as he got Harry’s stuff out, his wand, the Marauder’s map, the photo album and the invisibility cloak “Is that all you got?” he frowned.
“Yeah, Vernon burnt the rest a week ago. These are my most important things.” Harry answered shrugging.
“He burnt your school stuff? How dare he.” James fumed.
Harry shrugged again, then he got up and held his fathers hand tightly as they apparated to Godric’s Hollow.



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