Ever since the first Return nothing had been normal.

It started at Hogwarts the first year it was reopened after the battle. It had been a normal day and Madame Hooch had taken the first years outside, per usual, to learn how to properly fly a broomstick.

They had been trying to get it to fly into their hands when all of a sudden a young man in a tattered yellow uniform fell onto the ground from out of no where.

As the man groaned and rolled onto his back Madame Hooch gasped in disbelief. "That's not possible."

"Cedric Diggory?"

"That's me." Cedric sat up. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"Somebody!" Madame Hooch exclaimed. "Go get Headmaster McGonnagall!"

The students stared at her with wide eyes, wondering what was going on. "Did I stutter? Now!"

After McGonnagall was informed of the situation, Cedric was brought to the Ministry and was tested with Veritaserum and it checked out. That man was Cedric Diggory. The dead, Cedric Diggory. But he was no longer the seventeen year boy that had entered the Tri-Wizard Tournament and died at Voldemort's hand, but a young man of twenty-three.

The next person to 'come back from the dead' was Colin Creevy. And then Lavander Brown, and Nigel Wolbert, followed by many other people that had died. Not all of them returned yet but the ones that did were all tested with Veritaserum and they all checked out.

Everyone at the Ministry was baffled at how something like that could happen, including newly instated Aurors Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"Potter!" Harry looked up to see the Head Auror, Gawain Robards, walking briskly toward him. "We've got two new Returns. Your in charge of administering the Veritaserum."

"Wait, Sir," Harry followed Robards quickly, "not that I'm complaining, because I'm definitely not, but why me? Why not a more experienced Auror?"

Robards chuckled as he stopped in front of his office door. "Trust me, Potter, you'll be thanking me soon enough. Now, try not to squeal too loudly out of excitement, this is still a work place."

Still a bit surprised at the rare sound of Robards laughing Harry just nodded a bit distractedly as Robards walked away.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry pushed the office door open to see the backs of two people's heads as they sat down on the two chairs placed in front of Robards' desk.

"Hello, folks," Harry greeted them as he pulled two vials containing excactly three drops of Veritaserum each out of Robards' cabinet, "my name is Harry Potter, and I know your confused but the sooner you're tested the sooner you can be reunited with your fam-"

Harry was cut of as the two people jumped up and spun around, revealing none other than the previously dead James and Lily Potter.

"Harry?" Lily breathed out.

As soon as they got a good look at him their doubts that this was their son mostly disappeared. He was a spitting of James. Right down to the round spectacles. The only difference was his eyes. He had his mother's eyes.

"My boy!" She cried wrapping Harry up in a hug that could rival Mrs. Weasley's.

"Mum?" Harry whispered, his voice cracking as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around his mother.

He turned his gaze onto James. "Dad?"

James shook his head. "This isn't possible. My son is only a year old! That man told us we're were dead!"

"It's true..." Harry stepped away from his mother who was quick to latch onto his arm, not wanting him to get far away. "It's June 10, 2000. You've been dead for nineteen years."

"T-then how are we here?" James asked, struggling to understand the situation.

"Nobody knows." Harry explained. "It's been happening since September. People murdered by Voldemort or one of his followers have been showing up in the places that they were originally killed."

"So you're really my son?" James narrowed his eyes at Harry, who nodded. "Prove it."

Harry chuckled as his mother glares at James. "Okay, you were a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you were in a group in school called the Marauders. The group consisted of Sirius Black AKA Padfoot, Remus Lupin AKA Moony, you AKA Prongs, and Peter Pettigrew AKA Wormtail."

"My god..." James rushed forward and wrapped both Harry and his wife up in a squeezing hug. "How old are you, Son?"

As they let go Harry answered, "I'm nineteen, twenty next month, and you and mum died nineteen years ago so you two are forty."

James groaned, "Godric Lily, we're oldies, we're ancient, over the hill!"

Lily giggled and whacked James' shoulder with a mock glare.

"That's me you're talking about, too, there Potter!"

"Guys," Harry interrupted James and Lily's banter hesitantly, "I hate to have to do this, but it's protocol. I need to test you with the Veritaserum."

"Of course," James' eyes twinkled, "I used to be an Auror too, you know, Harry. I know all about protocol."

Harry laughed as he handed his parents the vials of the potion. "It's easier if you down it fast because, trust me, it's not very pleasant tasting."

James and Lily both grimaced and quickly swallowed the horrid tasting potion.

Their faces immediately went blank with the effects of the potion.

Harry stepped in front of James, beginning with him.

"What's your full name?"

"James Fleamont Potter."

"What was your parents' names?"

"Fleamont and Euphemia Potter."

"How do you clear the Marauder's Map?"

"By saying 'mischief managed'."

"Good." Murmured Harry with a smile as he stepped toward his mother.

"Full name?"

"Lily Marie Potter."

"What house were you in?"

"Gryffindor."

"What is your patronus?"

"A doe."

"Thank Godric." Harry exhaled.

It felt like a weight was lifted off his chest and the feeling was replaced with a warmth that he couldn't describe. His parents were back and as far as he knew they weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

Quickly Harry administered the antidote and his parents faces immediately regained their emotion.

"So?" Asked James. "How'd it go? Are we us.

A mischievous smirk grew on his face.

"Yes." Harry smiled and his parents immediately engulfed him in another hug.

After a few minutes of not letting go Harry hesitantly stepped back. "I'm going to go ask my boss if I can take a couple of days off to spend with you two. Oh, Ginny will be ecstatic to meet you."

"Who's Ginny?" Questioned Lily as James wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You'll see." Harry gave them a very Sirius/James like smirk.

"Oh, I know that look." Lily narrowed her eyes playfully at her son.

"I invented that look!" James laughed.

"I'll be right back." Harry chuckled and left the office.

James turned to his wife. "Lils, we're forty. Our son, little baby Harry, is almost twenty."

"We've missed so much..." Lily's voice cracked and James pulled her into a hug.

"We're back though." James smoothed down Lily's auburn hair lovingly. "We're not going to miss another thing, Lilyflower, I promise."

Lily let out a watery chuckle, "I told you never to call me that James Potter!"

"Yeah, yeah." James gave Lily's head one last kiss before pulling away. Lily quickly wiped away the tears that had streamed down her face as Harry walked in the room.

"Everything alright?" He asked when he saw their eyes puffy from crying.

"It is now," James assured him, "it is now, my boy."

"Okay, good." Harry smiled and nodded. "Well, my boss has agreed to give me a week off to get to know you guys and introduce you to everyone."

"That's great!" James smiled as Lily exclaimed:

"Only a week!"

"Oh, Lilyflower, the job of an Auror is very demanding." James chuckled.

"James Fleamont Potter!" Lily exclaimed.

"Lils! Not the middle name!" James whined.

"Then do not call me Lilyflower!" Lily glared at him. "It's a wretched nickname!"

"As much as this amuses me...," Harry grinned, "we should be heading to my house. Ginny'll be home from practice soon."

"Who's Ginny?" Lily questioned her son once again.

"My girlfriend." Harry answered.

"What kind of practice does she have?" James tilted his head to the side a bit, curiously.

"Uh," Harry looked to the ground and then back up to his parents, "well Ginny plays for the Holyhead Harpies. She's a chaser, and she actually just joined this year."

"How old is she?" Lily asked as James got over the fact that Harry was dating a professional Quidditch player.

"She's turning nineteen in August." Harry told them.

"And she's already a professional Quidditch player?" James exclaimed. "Blimey, that's impressive. Good on you Harry! I don't even know what she looks like, but she must be a great catch!"

Harry chortled. "Yes I'm a very lucky man to have her."

"Aww," Lily smiled sadly, "my baby's all grown up!"

"Tends to happen over the course of nineteen years, Lils." James rubbed Lily's back soothingly. "Now Harry, let's head to your house. Side-along apparition, eh?"

"Yes," Harry nodded in agreement, "hold on."

Harry apparated away as soon as Lily and James had a good hold on him.

Once they appear in Harry and Ginny's house, Harry steps away from his parents.

"Welcome to my home."