Resurrection?

Dad?

Harry Potter grabbed his ink bottle to do his homework when a drop hit the blank Marauders Map.

"Damn." Harry muttered.

Mr. Moony would like to inquire where this blob of ink came from.

Mr. Prongs suggests it was a accident and, begs Mr. Moony to shut it!

Mr. Padfoot tells both to stuff it.

Mr. Wormtail says he's staying neutral.

Harry gaped at the words remembering a certain incident with the Potions Master.

He grabbed his quill.

Hello. He wrote hope filling his heart involuntarily.

Hello, what may us messers do for you? - Moony. Harry's heart sped up.

I'm Harry Potter, I was wondering what happened? He gulped.

Any relation to Prongs? - Padfoot. Harry smiled.

I'm his son. -Prongslet. Harry tacked his nickname Sirius called him on.

Great going Prongsie! - Padfoot.
My son? - Prongs. Harry had tears in his eyes.

Yeah, I'm your son, but... Harry hesitated in telling his father.

What, but what? - Prongs.

You're dead... Tears fell on the parchment as Harry sobbed.

What?! - Padfoot, Moony and, Wormtail.

What about your mum? - Prongs.

More tears fell.

No. - Padfoot.

NO, NOT YOUR MUM TOO! - Prongs. Harry heaved a sob, he was alone in the common room by the fire, he was crying over a piece of parchment.

Ha, he was being stupid.
Yeah, I was one, you guys were-murdered, by Voldemort. Harry scrawled messily between teardrops, of which had sunk in.

We have to do this, for Prongs. - Padfoot.

Yeah, wait, none of the other three are dead either are we? - Moony. Harry paused, confused.

No, no one else is dead. His writing was hurried.

Thank Merlin... - Moony.

Okay Harry, a moment after you read Moony's next sentence step back. - Padfoot.

Sure... Harry had no idea what was going on but rolled with it.

We are using some of our magic to bring your Dad back, he'll have every memory up until he died, you'll have to explain a bit to him, his looks will be the same as if he were in your time, understand? - Moony. Harry's tear filled eyes widened.

He quickly wrote a Yes.

The parchment shook as it glowed blue.

Harry gasped, his tears staining the sweater he was wearing.

"What the hell?" There in front of him was James Potter, his Father.
The Marauders Map floated down between them.

"Er-follow me." Harry looked at his feet in anxiousness feeling as though the world had bent upside down.

"Why?" James was glaring at the boy in front of him who knew who you could trust.

"You'll wake up my dorm mates." Harry replied heading silently towards the portrait hole.