“Mum, Dad?!” the man repeated looking stunned. “Remus, Sirius?!” By now he looked really stunned, but that didn’t last long when he trailed his eyes towards the left to Peter. “YOU! I am going to rip you to pieces for what you did to my parents.” Now he was furious. He jumped at Peter and tried to strangle him. “Hey! Get off him” they all shouted in unison as they pushed the man off. “Excuse me? What do you mean by mum and dad? And how do you know Sirius and Remus? Who even are you? asked Lily. Now the man looked heart broken. “You don’t remember me? I'm your son Harry, Harry James Potter and this man is a traitor. He is the reason you’re all dead.” He was going to say something else but was interrupted by Sirius. “We’re dead? Are you telling me this is heaven? Ugh, my expectations were much higher.” Lily rolled her eyes. That’s when she noticed it, the man's eyes. They were the exact same as hers. Those huge, bright, emerald-green eyes. “What do you mean Pete betrayed us, he would never he would probably die before he betrays us. Right, Pete, right...?” Sirius said in a heated but weird tone. “Of course, I wouldn’t” Peter replied, but the uncertainty was visible on his face. “How on earth do we have a child, we are only seventeen and you are like, what, thirty or something?” said James who looked like someone had said that 2 + 2 is 3. Harry looked like he had just been attacked by a dementor. “You are only seventeen, you haven’t had me yet, he hasn’t betrayed you yet, you all haven’t died yet, you all don’t know of the night you saved me. Nothing. You remember Nothing.” His voice was slowly breaking, the volume decreasing by every word. He was under pressure, and they knew it. Silent tears were streaming down Harry’s face. They knew that this kid has been through a lot in his life, and they were just asking more and more questions. But they didn’t care, they wanted answers, they needed answers. They were all guessing that this was a horrible prank. Probably something the Slytherins did to get revenge for the itching powder. But he, Harry, made it look so real. They all looked in pain at the boy. There was nothing worse than seeing this right now. The head of the aurors is sobbing his heart out and it was wrenching. It hurt Harry to hear and to see that his parents don’t remember him. They didn’t understand. They were his Podium. The thing that he lost.