A/N: This is another Harry's-parent(s)-come-back-from-the-dead story. This one, however, differs from those that I'VE read personally. In all the others, Harry is usually the last to discover it. This time, he's the first. This has absolutely NOTHING to do with the Potion Mistake Series except some details and characters.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: James Potter

It was the summer of 1996. Harry Potter was taking a short walk in a park near Privet Drive while keeping an eye out for Death Eaters. His cloak was tucked away under his shirt to hide it. He had a dream the night before about his grandparents. Harry's grandfather told Harry to bring the cloak along today. It had been a nice change from the Department of Mysteries Dreams.

A young woman about Bill Weasley's age was also walking in the park. Her black hair glistened in the sun. She gave a semi-cheerful wave to the wizard. Harry waved back. He knew it was Tonks, his late godfather's second cousin.

Harry's eyes then turned to the wooded area. Something caught his eye. Curious, he walked toward it. When he got there, he was shocked to see, of all animals, a large stag.

"Hello." Harry said to the magnificent creature.

The stag stopped walking and looked at Harry. That was when he noticed two things about the animal that caused his insides to contract. One: the stag did not run. Two:

It looked EXACTLY like his patronus.

"Oh my…" Harry said to himself hyperventilating. "There is no bloody way."

The stag walked over to him in a curious manner. Almost as if it was in a dream.

When the animal was close enough, Harry reached out and touched the large animal. He noticed some scars on it like it had been in a few tussles.

"Are you…Prongs?" He asked the stag.

Harry didn't know if it was just him, or if the stag actually looked shocked as if the young wizard had discovered its secret.

"Can you…transform?" He asked. "Please."

POP

Harry's world went dark after seeing what seemed to be an older version of himself.

0000

When Harry woke up a few minutes later, the same person who caused him to faint was looking at him in a curious manner while propping his head.

"Glad to know I still have it." The man said trying to put some humor in the situation. He had revived Harry wandlessly.

Harry sat up quickly while having trouble breathing.

"H…How?" Harry asked. "I swear… if animagi abilities can't be duplicated, I'd…I'd hex you right now."

"How?" the man asked. "You are OBVIOUSLY underage. And how did you know I'm an animagus? The only people who do are dead. And why do you look like me?"

"My Defense Professor from third year told me that you were a stag animagus." Harry told the man.

"And he would know that how?"

"His name is Remus Lupin."

"Remus Lupin?" the man asked in shock. "He's still alive?"

"Yeah."

"And TEACHING?!"

"He retired after a year." Harry informed him.

"If you know Remus, then you must know Sirius Black."

"Yes."

"Please tell me he's…"

"I don't want to talk about it." Harry said. "It's a LONG story."

Sirius had died just two weeks ago.

"By the way," the man said. "I'm James Potter. Son of Charles and Elizabeth Potter, Husband to Lily Evans Potter, and father of…."

James trailed off as he thought of his son whom he thought was dead.

"Harry Potter?" Harry suggested.

James nodded sadly.

"He never had a chance." James sighed.

"Huh?" Harry asked. Then it hit him.

His own father didn't realize who he was.

James thought Harry was dead.

Harry then started to have an argument with himself

(Harry's heart)

(Harry's brain)

Tell him

Excuse me?

He's your father.

He'll hex me.

Why would he hex you?

Because I'm claiming to be his son.

You ARE his son.

And how am I supposed to prove it?

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by James' stomach.

"Sorry." James said. "I haven't eaten in ages."

"I have an idea." Harry said pulling out the cloak.

"Where did you get this?" James asked.

"Professor Dumbledore gave it to me my first Christmas at Hogwarts." Harry explained hoping James would eventually get the hint. "C'mon. You can stay at my place."

"Won't your parents object?"

"They're not my parents." Harry explained. "I live with my aunt and uncle because my parents were killed."

"I'm sorry. "James said.

"Of course, they MIGHT not be dead." Harry hinted. "Who knows if they were really killed by the killing curse?"

"They were killed by Death Eaters?" James asked.

"Voldemort himself." Harry corrected.

James stopped in his tracks. The boy who was made an orphan by Voldemort wasn't afraid to speak his name. It reminded him a little bit of his own past.

"C'mon." Harry said.

TBC