Chapter Two: Shock Of A Lifetime

Sorry guys! I know it's been a long time since I first posted this story, but lately I've been busy with school, and I had a major writer's block, but I might not be able to update much on this story, so if anyone would like to adopt this just message me! Well… enjoy and review!

Harry's POV:

After a good night's sleep I headed down to the Great Hall with Seamus, Neville, and Ron. They knew something was up, but what was I suppose to tell them? That Voldemort was getting into my mind? No, that would worry them, and Hermione would be spending all night research why that was happening… I didn't need anyone to fret over me…. I was fine… really… With no appetite I headed up to Dumbledore's office, just like any other day, humph… this was going to be a long day…

I started to learn how to control my magic a unusually early age, so by the time I started Hogwarts, I already finished the school curriculum, so by the end of the year I got both my healing and aurror license, and a few muggle degrees too thanks to my photographic memory. So every morning instead of going from class to class like the normal kid I'm not, I head up to Dumbledore's office for independent study.

Up the stairs, take a left, pass the portrait of Devil Whitborn,(The creator of Nimbus brooms) and I finally reach my destination.

"Lemon drops" I say, and heading up the stairs, opening the door to the shock of a lifetime.

There, right before me stand my parents, Lily and James Potter, and my godfather Sirius Black… Is this real? Aren't they suppose to be dead?

"Harry, come here my boy" Dumbledore says, eyes twinkling like mad. "I would like to reintroduce you to Sirius Black, Lily, and James Potter. It has seems as if they had somehow a second chance at life…"

Nope, changed my mind, I can't do this…. I run out of there as fast slamming the door behind me. No, No, NO! THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE! They are dead Harry, DEAD! Well were…. Wait NO! I have a family, Godric, Salazar, Rowena, Helga, Arthur, Gwen, Merlin… They took me in, gave me someplace to call my home, took care of me, and raised me to be the man I am today..

I ran into the courtyard, threw my bag on the ground, and took in the fresh air. How are they alive? They have been dead most of my life, and now suddenly, out of the blue, they were just standing in front of me, live in the flesh! How? No one can cheat death, yet how did they?