Harry Potter- James returns to do his duty.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else.

Summary: In Harry's 5th year his father comes back to life. (I know- it's a common thing to write about, but oh well, I hope I've made it a little different). How will Harry deal with having his dad back? What will happen when the three marauders start to teach at Hogwarts?

Chapter 1

On the first day of their fifth year Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down in the great hall to enjoy the opening feast with the rest of the students. McGonagall came over to Harry and asked him to go through to the staff room which was just in the room next to the hall. Harry wandered what was going to happen now. Really, it was just one thing after another with him.

Harry went through to the room adjacent to the great hall and found Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black sat around on sofas next to the fire. There was also a man sat in a black cloak with a hood covering his identity. Harry honestly didn't care though; he stood with an angry glare at Sirius, his hands on his hips.

"Sirius! What on Earth are you doing here, why are you being so foolish, are you trying to get yourself killed? I can't lose you too!" Harry demanded.

Sirius just grabbed Harry's wrist and made him sit next to him and the cloaked figure on the sofa. The cloaked man made an odd move, as if to reach out to him, but then he seemed suddenly pull back, as if burned. Harry frowned but then turned back to Sirius.

"Harry, I have great news! I was in the ministry this morning, which is why I couldn't see you off. I am cleared of all charges and I have been compensated. I'm a free man, Harry!" Sirius exclaimed with a grin.

Harry couldn't hide his own grin. "Brilliant! Oh, it's just so great, Sirius! I'm so happy for you! Erm... listen, about earlier, I'm sorry for shouting... I just don't want to see you hurt and I was scared and... I'm sorry." Harry said.

Sirius ruffled Harry's hair and smiled. "That's alright, kiddo, I get you!"

Harry smiled and relaxed a little. Then he looked over to Remus and Sirius. "Is everything alright, you two seem a little nervous?" Harry asked.

"Harry" Dumbledore began "I want you to remain calm and let me finish what I have to say. Harry, last evening I was browsing through some of my books on Godric Gryffindor and the other founders and I came across a one-of-a-kind book, it spoke of Gryffindor heirs. There was a family tree which magically updates each time an heir is born. Harry, you are Godric Gryffindor's heir on your father's side. There was also a bit in the book about a Gryffindor dying before their natural death age which is about 150-200 years old, as us wizards live old. If an heir of Gryffindor died before their time they could be brought back to life through a complex and ancient ritual, created by the founders themselves to protect the castle and make sure it was always in good hands. I performed the ritual last night. Harry, your father has come back to life. Meet your father." Dumbledore explained.

The man who sat next to Harry lowered his hood and Harry stared in awe at his father. His. Father. Everyone was right. Harry and his father were almost carbon copies of each other. There were only 3 differences. Harry had his mother's eyes, he had his ghastly scar on his forehead and his height only came up to the middle of James' chest. The father and son simply stared at each other, drinking their dream in.

Then Harry ran.

To Be Continued...

I really hope that you like it. It is my first fanfic! Please review- praise and constructive criticism both welcome!