The sun blazed brilliantly in the azure blue sky, spilling golden streams of light into one particular dormitory of the Gryffindor common room. Harry Potter awoke with a splitting headache, feeling decidedly odd. It felt as if the lingering remnants of some powerful dream still had a hold on him…and he just couldn't let go. He scrubbed at his head of dark hair in puzzlement and suddenly, the headache vanished. He shrugged and parted his bed hangings, swinging his feet around to hit the ground. Harry stretched languidly, seeing that Seamus, Neville and Dean were already gone from their bunks, leaving puddles of pajamas behind and bed curtains fluttering with the light breeze that filtered in through the slightly ajar window. There was heavy breathing that suggested that Ron was still asleep. In that case, there was only one thing left to do.

"FIRE!" Ron came tumbling out of his bed and crashing to the floor in a torrent of panicked curses, wrestling with a tangle of bedcovers. Harry stood by casually as Ron proceeded to cuss at him (of course, realizing the truth of the matter).

"What is going on in here?" Hermione demanded, walking through the door, her eyes flitting between both boys. When she saw the situation, a suggestion of a grin tugged at her lips and she said, "Oh, honestly. You two act like a lot of third-years. And sleeping half of the day away besides."

"It's only…eleven, Hermione." Harry said, checking the rather…unorthodox clock on the wall.

"My point exactly," she informed him haughtily.

"Well, we can hardly get dressed if you're standing here, now can we?" Ron said rather sarcastically from the floor, disentangling himself from the crimson sheets. Hermione's face went scarlet and she stammered something before scooting out of the room. Ron sniggered after her and both boys readied themselves for the day.

Or tried to. There was a loud tapping at the window and Harry looked over to see a gaggle of owls attempting to carry a rather awkward-looking package. He rushed over to open the window, allowing a rustling of wings to fill the dorms. The package was deposited unceremoniously on his bed before the owls lighted off again. Harry inspected it and then ripped it open. His father's invisibility cloak lay in a silvery pool, along with a few Zonko's products. There was a scroll of parchment inside and his eyes scanned over it quickly before he laughed and read it aloud to Ron.

"Harry—

You forgot the invisibility cloak. How are you supposed to cause trouble without it? I would be deeply disappointed if you didn't find some way of bothering your Potions professor.

Sirius suggested the Dungbombs, but please don't tell your mum about them. She would kill us (she already thinks that Sirius is a bad influence on you—but only Sirius, mind you). Uncle Remus adds that he hopes that you have a good term. We'll all come to watch your games, of course. Write when you find out about the next one.

Greetings to Ron and Hermione. Love you, Dad"

…..

Yes, I know that the ending was a bit of a letdown. I know that most of you wanted me to continue with some elaborate fiasco—"what-happens-when-James-tampers-with-time". The truth is that while I think that it would be more likely (and a much better way to end the story and begin a sequel), it would also not suit the theme of this story. I really wanted it to end like this all along. I've always felt bad for Harry, in not having a father. More so, I felt terrible that James was dead (I'm very attached to him). I wanted this to be a "heart-warming" story, not one that drags on and on and on…

I've had fun writing this little ficcy—my first ever. I promise, this won't be all from me. I will have a few one-chapter funny stories for a while, before I decide to create another large-scale story. There's just something fabulously sacred about the end of a tale that I couldn't bear to taint it with the beginning of another. I guess I'm just still in mourning. . I loved writing this and I'll confess, I didn't think that I would come to acquire such a broad range of readers. I'm so grateful to each and every one of you for faithfully reviewing, offering tips and encouragement. Your support has been an impetus for me to continue scribing this fanfiction, even when I felt that it was dull and uninteresting.

I hope that all of you think of this story fondly…and that I won't receive a lot of hate commentary for ending it the way that I did.

I hope that all of you will continue to read my work. Remember: To read is to enter a world, but to write is to create one.

Ta! In the words of Fred and George—Cheers!

Dia