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By the way I explained that this WASN'T going to be R/Hr; it is, after all, Portkey.org. Therefore, people like Deborah and DannyS have nothing to worry about and can continue appeasing my wishes (reviewing!)
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Deborah, DannyS, Remus`sweetie, snazzysnez, Caity, hazeleyedmarauder, Harry/HermioneAlways, kobebryant27992, RonRoxMySox13 and DreamAngel
Disclaimer: I am Lord Voldemort and my aim in life is to kill you by my cliffhangers. I think they're all I really own. Oh yeah, and the fact that this plot is solely mine coz I've Cazzy-ified it, and unless they copy it nobody else will have one like it.
On with it.
R/R, you know you love making my day. Literally.
Oh, by the way, I've decided this will be the last chapter. But there will be an epilogue. It's vital. It's currently going to be called Writing on a Dustbin only coz I am now; all the chairs are downstairs…
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Chapter 8, Idyllic Paradise
Silence. Absolute silence.
Then came the sound of Harry's head hitting his hand in surprise and shock. Why? Why him? Why James?
Harry had been expecting that question for a while, and he knew that whichever way he'd answered (lied, was silent, or answered truthfully), he would have had a load of questions. He was glad he'd said it.
"So, when you said you were vaguely related to James…?" Lily began softly, amazingly being the first to talk.
"He's…he's my…my father," Harry stuttered. As he said those words, something itched on his face. He knew what it was. His eyes were changing back to green, so that Lily could see them.
Merlin…
"And your mother? With eyes that colour…? Lily?" Sirius asked thoughtfully.
Harry nodded.
"Wow."
Lily bit her lip and leant her head on James's shoulder, attempting to block out the rest of them (not that it did anything for her hearing). She couldn't believe that this boy was her son…with James.
It was a shock, to say the least. And suddenly she felt déjà vu. She snapped up into a sitting position, shocking everyone in the room.
"We went back in time!" she yelled out.
She hurriedly explained her outburst, and the sextet marvelled at how fast the quintet was remembering things. Eventually, everyone remembered.
The rest of the night, and the next few nights after that, was spent with everyone asking questions about their lives. The only question not answered was Peter's insistent, `Tell me, now! Why do you all bloody hate me?', and within good reason.
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After they'd been there for a while, Dumbledore told them they were safe to go home. The groups had another hurried hug session, and Lily gave Harry a letter. She told him that he wasn't to read it until he was a lot older; at least twenty.
Harry nodded and tucked the letter into his pocket. Then, with one last look at James and Lily, who were holding hands tightly, he jumped into the swirling depths of time, never to go back there again.
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Sorry it was so short! I actually think the epilogue will be longer. I'm really sorry if that was not how you wanted things to go…anyway, I hope you enjoy this one, and you'll definitely enjoy the epilogue when it's done!
Yours truly, the procrastinator,
Crazy Cazzy xx
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