Marauders in Time

Coming Clean

The Headmaster appeared in the fireplace of his own office, where the other 8 students were already waiting. Along with them were Professor McGonagall and Peter Pettigrew, who jumped out of fright when he saw Dumbledore carrying Harry.

"Is he going to be okay?" Hermione asked, her lip bleeding.

"He should wake any moment," he replied calmly, setting him down on the guest chair. Sure enough, Harry started to cough. He began to stir, Ron and Hermione stroking his hair. 

"Harry?"

"Where are we?" he asked groggily. 

"We're in Dumbledore's office. Harry. I'm s-"

He then jumped up so quickly it gave others a fright. He looked around frantically, as though searching for something. Dumbledore looked at him with a face of warmth that set Harry breathing slowly again.

"Sirius..." he started to cry.

"I am deeply sorry for your loss," Dumbledore started. "But allow me to say this will only be a short moment of remorse. For I believe I have a confession to make."

Harry looked at him and he continued, "5 students, earlier this year, came into my office having travelled 20 years into the future by accident. I have had to work very hard to try and fix the problem. But in the meantime, they have resorted to studying the year with the rest of the school, and I think you have grown to know them pretty well."

Harry looked around the room again and this time found James, who was leaning on a table with one hand on his abdomen.

"Dad," he said slowly. James smiled. 

"And so it seems you have figured it out," Dumbledore said. "I assume that Minerva, you have figured it out as well?"

McGonagall smiled, "His Quidditch skills were unmatched. I knew who he was straight away." She then looked from James to Harry, "Just like your father, Harry."

Without a word, he ran over and hugged him. James accepted him, awkward at first because he had rarely given nor taken hugs. But he made an exception, returning to favour by holding his son dearly.

"I am so proud of you," he said. "Of who you are and what you have become."

"Just like his father," Sirius grinned. "I am-"

"Sirius," Harry finished his sentence for him, hugging him as well. "I'm sorry you had to witness what you did."

"Its okay. I accept that it will happen sooner or later. Just don't like the fact that it would be my deluded cousin to do it."

Harry turned to Remus, "Does that mean you are-"

"Remus Lupin? Your former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? And your favourite werewolf? Yes it does. Nice to properly meet you Harry."

Harry didn't hug him. Because he knew the older Remus was still alive. He then looked at Peter. In an instant, his smile faded.

"What's wrong?" James noticed.

"I think," Dumbledore said quickly, for Ron and Hermione had dark looks as well. "That you all should know that Harry has had a slight encounter with the older Peter, one that has resulted in a clear disagreement between the two parties. I daresay that you, Harry, should know this isn't the Peter you have grown to know."

Nodding, he only resorted to giving Peter a brief handshake. Lastly, he turned to Lily. She was stood in the corner, still slightly affected by the curse Voldemort had used on her. However, she still had the strength to suppress a large smile at Harry.