AN: Third chapter is up! I'm just cranking it out! Granted, it's Sunday and I have absolutely nothing better to do cause my horse dumped me twice on Friday flat on my back and so it freakin hurts to move, but other than that! School resumes tomorrow, so the chapters will be slower coming forth but I'll do my best!

Disclaimer: Alas, still, Harry Potter is not mine! Still, enjoy!

"I'm dead?" Harry repeated, looking up at the Headmaster in disbelief. He was careful to keep his gaze away from the two people who were supposedly his parents. "Then who's going to kill Voldemort?"

"Who is going to kill Voldemort, you ask?" Dumbledore said. "We don't currently know. Do you?"

"I'm the one he bloody marked! Who else could?"

"Harry, this isn't our world," Hermione soothed, causing him to turn and glare at her. "We have to assume things are different here. You aren't their Boy-Who-Lived,"

"Yeah, mate. Voldemort probably already did off with the lot of us," Ron commented casually, which resulted in a moan from the other side of the room.

"Ronald, manners!" Hermione hissed, hitting him on the back of the head. Stealing himself, Harry looked at the woman claiming to be Lily Potter and found her sobbing into the chest of the man named James Potter.

"Harry, my little Harry," she was whimpering, repeating the phrase over and over again. The girl who looked like a miniature image of Lily appeared to be near tears herself.

"The only two of you who we know for a fact were killed by Voldemort himself are you, Mr. Potter, and your companion Mr. Longbottom, although your deaths were years apart from one another," Dumbledore explained. "Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger unfortunately met their end in the beginning of their first year at Hogwarts when a troll managed to find its way into the castle-"

"You mean that stupid troll I hit on the head with its own club?" Ron interjected.

"And Miss Weasley threw herself off of the Owlery tower in her first year," the Headmaster concluded, as though Ron hadn't interrupted him.

"So did Harry die first or did Neville?" Hermione wanted to know.

"Mr. Potter, when he was only a year old,"

"Well, obviously because Harry wasn't there to save us in first year, we didn't escape that troll, although I wonder why you came after me in the first place, Ron," Hermione mused. "And the same with Ginny. Harry couldn't rescue you from that diary of Tom's if he was already dead," Said girl whimpered slightly at the thought, pressing closer to Harry who in turn wrapped an arm protectively around her waist. "How exactly did Harry and Neville die, by the way?"

"Voldemort managed to work his way past the shields placed around the Potters house and kill the infant Harry when his parents weren't there before attempting to do the same with Neville. However, Alice and Frank Longbottom gave their lives for their son and in turn Voldemort was destroyed upon trying to kill the boy. Thirteen years later, when the Dark Lord regained his body, Neville was killed attempting to hold him at bay," Dumbledore supplied.

"Was it Pettigrew who helped Voldemort kill me?" Harry asked. "Cause it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if he did,"

"My dear boy, you are exactly right," the Headmaster said, surprise evident in his tone. "Did something similar happen to you?"

"You could say that," he replied bitterly. "Only my parents ended up getting killed and Sirius landed in Azkaban because that rat framed him!"

"You've met Pettigrew?" James demanded, his tone harsh.

"I killed him," Harry stated flatly. "Along with Bellatrix for killing Sirius,"

"Uncle Sirius is dead?" the unnamed girl gasped, tears now rolling down her cheeks.

"No, baby, Sirius is fine," Lily assured her, moving from James' embrace to wrap her arms around the girl. "Nothing has happened to him,"

"Sirius is alive?" Harry croaked, looking at the woman with wide eyes. She blinked and looked at him almost hesitantly before nodding. He bit back a choking sob and bowed his head, fighting to keep in control. Ginny mutely wrapped her arms around him and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his silent tears rolling onto her skin.

"Well, there are obviously a lot of differences between our world and yours," Hermione said, taking charge. "Perhaps we should discuss them so as not to confuse each other?"

"A marvelous idea, my dear," Dumbledore applauded. "Shall we move to my office then?"

"Ron, Neville, come with me. Ginny, stay here with Harry," Hermione instructed to which Ron protested.

"Oi! I'm gonna stay here with-"

"Ron, please?" Hermione whispered, looking vulnerable for a second and Ron's expression hardened. He nodded briskly and that was the end of that.

"See you in a few, mate," he said, patting Harry once on the shoulder before following Hermione and Dumbledore out of the hospital wing, Neville right behind them. McGonagall wasted no time in leaving either, resulting in Ginny and Harry being left with the three remaining people.

"Harry, are you gonna be okay?" Ginny asked softly. The boy shuddered, pressing his face harder against her before drawing slowly back.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied, his voice rough.

"Everything will be just fine, you'll see," she assured him. "Hermione'll see to that, just watch,"

"She always does," Harry said with a half-hearted attempt at a chuckle, which was more than enough for a smile to spread across Ginny's lips.

"So, Harry James Potter, I presume?"

The two jerked apart at the sound of James' voice very nearby. When Harry looked up, he saw the man standing not five feet away, arms crossed and expression stormy. Wordlessly, he stood and placed himself in front of Ginny who stood as well.

"I must say, you do look like me in my younger years, but you definitely have-"

"My mum's eyes," Harry cut him off. "Yeah, I know, although everyone says I acted more like my father,"

"Really? Must be true, seeing as little Rosie inherited her mother's brain and charm. It's only fair that my son is like me," James mused, nodding his head slightly. "Gryffindor, I'm assuming?"

"Pulled the sword out of the Sorting Hat my second year," he replied stiffly, causing James to blink.

"The Gryffindor sword? Blimey, what caused that to happen?"

"Voldemort had used Ginny to open the Chamber and I needed to kill the basilisk in order to save her," From behind him, Ginny reached forward and threaded their fingers together. "Granted, he's already tried to kill me multiple times as it is, although that was only the third time,"

"Voldemort's tried to kill you?" Lily choked out on the other side of the room. "Multiple times?"

"Harry's the Chosen One, Voldemort marked him as his equal," Ginny said, squeezing slightly. "Voldemort wants to k-k-kill him because Harry's the only one who can kill him,"

"Just like Neville," James breathed, his expression briefly far away.


"Well," James coughed. "Neville Longbottom was our Chosen One up until a few years ago," He trailed off, clearly not wanting to continue that statement.

"When Voldemort finished him off," Harry finished for him, glancing at the girl Lily was holding close when she whimpered softly.

"Yes, well, that's a tender subject for our family,"

"Sorry," Harry muttered, eyes downcast. James cleared his throat, recognizing the awkwardness created.

"Now then, should I assume that you've gotten into as much trouble as me?" he inquired, which caused a small smile to appear on Harry's lips.

"Yeah, I did," he chuckled, pausing for a moment before adding, "Prongs,"

"Merlin's beard, where'd you learn about that?" James gasped, clearly thrown for a loop.

"Fred and George Weasley gave me the map my third year," Harry shrugged. "Sirius and Lupin explained it in a bit more depth later on,"

"Blimey!" James stood there with a lopsided smile on his face, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. Across the room, Lily rose to her full height and walked over to stand in front of Harry, her brow furrowed.

"You look just like him," she murmured almost sadly. Harry jerked his chin up slightly, jaw locked. "The same unruly hair too," she chuckled softly. Reaching out her hands, she cupped Harry's face tenderly who flinched slightly at her touch. "My little Harry," she whispered.

"Mum," Harry croaked, all his defenses crumbling to dust. With a sob, the woman pulled him into her arms, both of them crying.

"Shh, baby, it's okay," she soothed, rocking them back and forth. James stood and watched with a watery smile before wrapped his arms around the both of them, happy beyond belief at the fact that his son had returned, while the two girls locked eyes with each other. Both were crying but they also had smiles on their faces and in that instant, a bond of friendship and sisterhood was formed.

Miles away, in a topsy-turvy house, Molly Weasley was busily scrubbing away at the dirty dishes in her sink. She was startled when a phoenix settled on her windowsill, a letter tied to its leg. Drying her hands, she hesitantly took the letter that bore the Headmaster's stamp from Hogwarts. Not sure of what it could be, seeing as her rambunctious twins had graduated two years previous, her expression hardened. However, upon reading its contents, all the color drained from her face and her hands were trembling.

"They're alive," she whispered, the parchment becoming slightly crushed between her fingers before she realized what she was doing. In a flurry of motion, she scrambled for her traveling cape before hurrying to the fireplace, Floo Powder in hand.