Prophecy: Resurrection

End of the Fourth Year

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Lily said softly as she handed Harry a cup of tea.

"Better." Harry answered back shakily.

"Potter, that wound of yours still hurts? Are you sure we shouldn't take him to Pomfrey, Lily?" Professor McGonagall asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, Professor." said Harry. "The wound wasn't that deep. Mum was able to tend it well."

The three stayed silent for a few moments, both Harry and Lily were wondering if James was going okay while Professor McGonagall was thinking about every single incident Hogwarts has gone through the past four years.

"I'm back!" James shouted happily as he threw the door open.

"Dad!" Harry hurriedly stood up from his seat and ran towards his father to embrace him in a hug. "You're okay!"

James smiled softly at the mini version of himself and hugged Harry back tightly.

"Course I am, who do you think I am? The extraordinary James is the right answer by the way."

Harry let out a small laugh as he looked up to meet his father's eyes, his arms still wrapped around James' waist tightly, "I thought the answer would be Super Dad or something like that."

"That works too actually."

•••

"We are very unfortunate to have lost one of our own-"

Cedric's funeral went on, Harry feeling depressed and wanting nothing more but to go back to his parents.

Once it had ended, the ravened boy was the first one to walk out of the hall in search for his parents. The first place he went to look was Professor McGonagall's office, and there he found them.

"Hey, bud." James greeted softly after Harry walked into the room.

Harry didn't answer. All he did was hug his dad tightly around the waist and let his tears run down freely.

James looked up to glance at Lily before he crouched down to pull Harry closer into his embrace.

"It's okay, Prongslet. Let it all out." James said softly as he continued to caress Harry's back.

"It's my fault, isn't it?"

The couple heard Harry's voice crack and hearing him sound so weak broke their heart.

"Harry James Potter, look at me."

Harry turned his head to meet the green eyes of his mother, his identical ones red and puffy.

"None of this was your fault, you hear me? You couldn't of have known. As far as I'm concerned, it's the Ministry's and any other adults fault for agreeing to have the tournament knowing You-Know-Who is out there, and especially for letting a fourteen year old participate. This isn't on you, you got that?" Lily told her son with fierce eyes. "Do not blame yourself for something stupid adults do." She leaned forward and pecked the mini version of her husband on the forehead.

Harry sent Lily a small smile and nodded, still not letting of James, who looked at his wife with a whole lot more of love and admiration.

"Have I ever told you how amazing you are?" James spoke up, a smile on his face.

"Yes. But you don't have to, I know I am." Lily answered with a wink as she joined in on the family hug.