Half a year later…

Ron stuck his head out the window, grinning.

"We're almost back!" He said to the other two people sitting in the compartment with him. "And this year, we're all going to do secret stuff against You-Know-Who! We'll be spies!" said Hermione happily, carefully stroking Crookshanks. The first time James saw him, he said, "Merlin! That's my cat!" and ever since Hermione had been keeping good care of the cat. Harry didn't care that it was technically his; Hermione adored Crookshanks, and his dad said he would get him any pet he wanted. He still thought it was quite cool, though.

Surprisingly, Harry wasn't sad that he was near King's Cross - actually, he was rather excited about the upcoming summer. After all, no more Dursleys for him! His dad, and his fellow Marauders, had gone home early (leaving Dumbledore in charge of both DADA and defensive spells, which were merging again) and fixed up their old house in Godric's Hollow. James had promised Harry that everyone was going to come round frequently, that Harry would have a massive birthday party, and that he was going to spoil Harry within an inch of his life. Harry was quite looking forward to it.

Finally, the station came into view. Hermione and Ron dragged their cases outside and left them with their respective families, and walked back over. Ron grinned at Harry.

"What? I want to see their reactions."

Harry burst into the daylight of King's Cross to see the Dursleys glaring at him.

"Well, hurry up boy, we haven't got all day!" Uncle Vernon barked, his face turning purple. Harry just grinned, as he could see who was behind him.

"Ah, Vermin! As horrible as usual, I see. Nothing's changed then?" Uncle Vernon spun around, protests at being called Vermin dying on his lips as he saw who had spoken. Both he and Aunt Petunia grew rapidly white as they saw James.

"YOU!" Vernon spluttered. "You're dead!"

James grinned.

"Funnily enough, I know that! Quite a weird experience. I came back to life last summer, and I will be taking my son back, thanks." He leaned in closer to Uncle Vernon. "I'm sure we'll have lots of lovely talks about how you've treated him." He looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were all beaming. "Come along, Harry." James nodded at Aunt Petunia, who flushed and gave a small, wry smile, winked at Dudley, who just stared openmouthed, pretended to tip a hat at Uncle Vernon, who gasped like a fish out of water, and sauntered back to Sirius and Remus, who were laughing their heads off. Harry smirked at the Dursleys, and followed him. Life was going to get much better from here.

Sorry! I know, I know, I'm an awful writer, but I have so many unfinished fanfics on my plate, especially since I've started writing others too, this one is just going to take too long. If anyone wants to do one of any other moments in his fifth, sixth, seventh or any other time, they are welcome to. I'll let your minds take you wherever you want to go with it.

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