Harry Potter - The awakening.

Greatest Fear

"Harry!" Hermione shouted when he entered Ron's room.

"Hey." Harry replied, taking a seat on the camp bed.

"So how does it feel having parents?" Ron asked with a grin.

Harry shrugged, stood and looked out of Ron's bedroom window. In truth he was terrified that he had parents. Yes, he had always wanted parents, but that had been a wish not reality. Now he had parents and he ddn't know what do or say to them. What do you say when your parents who have been dead for almost seventeen years come back to life? Would they even live until an old age? Or would they be killed by rage-filled death eaters?

"Harry?" Hermione asked tentativly. "What's wrong?"

Harry shook his head and continued to stare out of the window. He could see the whole of Ottery St Catchpole from this window.

"Harry, can I have a word?"

Harry turned and saw Ginny poking her head through the bedroom door. Harry nodded and followed her outside and to an old willow tree at the end of the garden.

"I've missed you." Ginny said seductively, rushing her lips against Harry's.

Harry groaned and leant in, soon their tounges were doing a familiar tango.

"HARRY! GINNY! DINNER!"

They both groaned and parted after a good hour of kissing. They fixed each other's clothes and hair, entwined their fingers and made their way to the kitchen.

"Harry, could you an extra chair out of the cupboard?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"Yes Mrs Weasley." Harry replied.

Harry opened the wooden door and looked at the floor in shock.

There, lying on the floor, was his parents, dead.

"Oh my." Harry said as he sunk to the ground in shock. He stared into his mother's and his green eyes, which were open and glassy. He then looked at his father glassy brown eyes. He couldn't stop the wail that left his mouth.

Harry felt two strong arms circle around him and carry him away from the cupboard. They squeezed him tight as Harry cried his heart out. His parents were dead, and it was his fault.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at the person who was holding him. Harry stopped crying instantly and looked in confusion at him dad. Then it clicked. It had been a boggot. Harry threw his arms around his dad's neck and started crying in relief.

"Sh," James soothed. "It's alright son."

"What's happened?!"

Harry opened his eyes and saw Lily looking at Harry and James in shock. "Mum!" Harry yelled before running to her and enveloping her in a hug.

Lily stood there in shock for a second before hugging her son back, she noted that Harry was still a few inches smaller than her. She looked over at James in confusion as she hugged the shaking form of her son. She watched as James mouthed 'his boggot is us dead'. Now Lily understood and she squeezed her son tightly.

When Harry let go of her she looked into his eyes. "We will speak about this later. Okay?"

Harry nodded and was soon being hugged by Mrs Weasley. Mrs Weasley then held him at arms length and looked him up and down. "Did you eat in the past nine months?"

"Yes... erm... but you should definately give Hermione a few cooking lessons." Harry said and dodged a hit from Hermione.

"You try and make fish and mushrooms taste nice!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I did."

"Oh yeah..."

Mrs Weasley just shook her head in amusement. "Let's eat. Hermione if you could get the extra chair."

Once everyone was sat and had food loaded onto their plates, lively conversations started. Harry smiled as he looked around the table. Ginny, who was sat on his left side, was having an argument against all her brothers which was taking everyone's attention. James, who was on Harry's right, was having a hushed conversation with Lily.

"So Harry, you play Quidditch?" James asked.

"Hell yeah." Harry replied with a grin. "I've been seeker for Gryffindor since first year."

"McGonnagall must like you." James said clearly impressed.

"Yeah, she seems to have a soft spot for me."

"What was your best catch?"

"Oh." Harry said with a laugh. "Not sure, hang on. OI! YOU LOT! What's my best catch?"

This started yet another argument where Fred, George, Ron, Hermione and Ginny argued which catch was his best.

"He had BROKEN HIS ARM!"

"He caught it in his mouth!"

"He had just cast a patronus! That's NEWT level!"

"A bludger was chasing after him!"

"Good point."

The group turned to Harry and said at once. "When you broke your arm." Then they carried on into a conversation about the amount of quidditch accidents each person had had.

"Okay... explain what that catch it then." James said, confusion written on his face.

"Oh... well a house elf - Dobby - cast a spell on a bludger so that it would follow me around - long story - the bludger slammed into my arm and broke it. I then saw the snitch and caught it, flying without hands."

James let out a low whistle. "After dinner lets go flying."

Harry nodded enthusiastically and started eating his food with gusto.

"Harry James Potter." Lily scolded. "James Potter."

Both men ducked their heads down at the scolding, making everyone snort at how alike they were. Father and son carried on chatting and getting to know each other for the rest of dinner.

"Oh... dad... I-I can't go flying... my broom was destroyed..." Harry said, disappointment seeping through him.

James grinned and shook his head. "No matter, come with me."

Harry looked at his dad completely confused before following him to the broom shed. His dad grinned, opened the shed and brought out a brand new Firebolt and gave it to Harry. Harry grinned as James brought out his own Firebolt.

"So where do you go flying round here?" James asked.

carried on chatting and getting to know each other for the rest of dinner.

"Oh... dad... I-I can't go flying... my broom was destroyed..." Harry said, disappointment seeping through him.

James grinned and shook his head. "No matter, come with me."

Harry looked at his dad completely confused before following him to the broom shed. His dad grinned, opened the shed and brought out a brand new Firebolt and gave it to Harry. Harry grinned as James brought out his own Firebolt.

"So where do you go flying round here?" James asked.

Harry grinned, jumped on his broom and started flying towards the orchard. James and Harry threw apples for each other until it became dark. Both men walked back into the house with rosy cheeks and their hair messy beyond belief.

"Right, Potters." Lily said sternly. "In the lounge for a talk."

Harry visibly gulped, he really wasn't looking forward to this talk with his parents.