James, Rose, Albus, Lily and Hugo sat in James's room for nearly an hour, discussing which questions they needed answered first, and which could wait a bit. Around midnight, the children heard a loud popping noise, meaning their parents were home.

"Oh, they'll be furious when they see the broken vase," Rose said, as the children started down the stairs to greet their parents. Sure enough, a second after they heard the popping noise of their parents apperating back into the house, Ginny let out a shriek of surprise, and yelled up the stairs, "James, get down here!"

"Why does she always assume it's me?" James mumbled.

"What did you do?" Ginny exclaimed when the kids entered the living room. She was pointing to the remains of the goblin-made vase.

"Er, we had a bit of an accident," James said slowly. "But that's not important-"

"What do you mean that's not important!" Ginny shouted. "James, I've told you a million times not to do things like this!"

"At least he didn't break the good vase in the dining room," Harry told his wife. "Actually I always thought this one was kind of ugly…"

"Anyways," Albus said, stepping next to his brother. "We need to ask you all something."

"Yes," Rose nodded.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny exchanged looks. "What?" Harry asked.

The children looked at each other, they didn't really know how to start this conversation.

"How come you never told us about what happened while you were at school?" James blurted out. "About the war, and how dad really got his scar and all that?"

Their parents stood flabbergasted. Ron let out a low whistle, Ginny and Hermione looked stunned, and Harry seemed like he had just been hit over the head with a saucepan.

"Well?" Albus said.

"How-how did you find out about all that?" Hermione finally asked.

"We, sort of, went back in time," Rose admitted. "But it was by mistake!"

"What do you mean went back in time?" Harry questioned.

"After we messed up the living room," James started. "We kind of went into you and mums room to look for something to help clean it up, and we found this box-like thingy, which just happened to be a Portural Revinsive, and it took us back to your sixth year."

"And then we met your younger selves," Lily piped up. "And we told you who you were, and then Aunt Hermione managed to make a potion that sent us back here."

"Bloody hell," Ron said softly.

"We want some answers," James said boldly. "It's not fair that we didn't even know our own parents are heroes."

Ginny, Hermione and Ron all looked at Harry, who sighed and said, "all right then, let's sit down."

The group all took seats on the Potter's enourmous couch.

"I suppose you want to know everything?" Harry said.

All five children nodded eagerly, and Harry began.

"Wow," James said softly, when Harry finally concluded his tale. "That-that's bloody amazing!"

"I can't believe you survived a killing curse. Twice!" Lily exclaimed.

"I know! And that our grandma took down one of Voldemort's top Death Eaters," Hugo said.

"I'm just glad that Voldemort finally got defeated," Rose said. "I don't think I could bear having such a Dark wizard around."

"But why couldn't you just tell us all this before?" Albus asked the adults.

"We thought maybe it would be too much," Ginny said gingerly. "After all, Voldemort killed hundreds of thousands of witches and wizards."

"But we realize how wrong we were," Hermione said. "We should have told you; it must have been awful to find out such big news like this."

"Well, at least we finally do know," Rose said. "You know, I bet Professor Binns will be telling us about the wars and Voldemort sometime in our third or fourth year in History of Magic."

"Just don't expect him to be as thrilling as Harry," Ron said. "That ghost can make Quidditch seem unexciting."

"Oh my goodness," Hermione said, looking at her watch. "Ron, it's nearly three in the morning!"

"Good thing we have off of work tomorrow, then," Ron said. "Alright, lets get out of here Rosie and Hugo."

After bidding farewell to the Potters, Ron took Rose's hand, and Hermione took Hugo's and the four apperated with a loud pop.

"You lot need to get up to bed," Ginny said. "It's way past your bedtime."

"We don't have bedtimes," James said, signaling to him and Albus. "We're too old."

"James, it's nearly sunrise, go get some sleep."

"Fine," James sighed. "Night mum and dad."

After the Potter children had clamored up the stairs into their bedroom, Ginny turned to Harry.

"So, now they know."

"Yup," Harry nodded.

"They were bound to find out eventually," Ginny said. "Like Rose said, they would've heard in class. I'm just surprised they haven't heard anything sooner."

"It's kind of weird, though," Harry admitted to her. "At work, and everywhere else I've gone I've always been known as 'The Boy Who Lived', of 'The Chosen One'. But at home I was always just Harry, I don't want my own kids to think of me as just somebody who stopped a Dark wizard nineteen years ago."

"They're proud of you for that," Ginny told him. "And no matter how many people call you 'The Chosen One' or 'The Boy Who Lived', they'll always still think of you as their dad, the one who stayed up with them when they were sick and taught them all to ride brooms."

Harry smiled. "Thanks."

Ginny gave him a quick peck on the lips. "We should probably get to sleep as well; mum will probably want us all to come over tomorrow for a big family lunch."

It was half after four, and Harry still couldn't sleep. He looked over at Ginny, who had fallen fast asleep once her head hit the pillow. Sighing, Harry got out of bed, put on his dressing gown and headed into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.

He was just pouring the water into the cup when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a second later Albus appeared.

"Oh, hi dad," he said. "I-I couldn't sleep."

"Me neither, " Harry nodded, smiling kindly at his youngest son. "Want some tea?"

"Sure."

Harry got another cup and teabag, and was pouring the water into it when Albus said, "dad, there's still one thing I want to know."

"What is it?" Harry asked, taking a sip of his tea.

Albus took a deep breath. "When we were in your school days, we came across Snape, you know, the man who I'm partially named after. And your younger self thought he was awful and evil. And then when you were telling us everything, you said he was a Death Eater and killed Dumbledore! Why would you name me after someone like him?"

"We named you after him," Harry told him calmly. "Because like I've always said; he was one of the bravest men I've known."

"But how-"

"That was the one part I left out of the story," Harry said. "I knew you would want to know about it, so I wanted to tell you alone. When we saw the snake kill Snape in the Shrieking Shack, that wasn't the end of it. Once Voldemort left, I went over to Snape. A silvery substance was forming around him. He told me to take it; it was his memory. I collected it, and then, right before he died, he told me to look at him. I did, and a second later he was dead."

"I still don't see what made him so great," Albus said.

"I didn't either," Harry said. "Until I looked at his memory. It was very far back, to when he was maybe ten years old. He was in a park, watching two girls. But one of these girls could do extraordinary things, for she was a witch, although she didn't know right then. Snape approached her and told her. At first, the girl didn't believe him when he told her the reason she could do these things. But soon, the girl became good friends with Snape. She got her Hogwarts letter, and the two of them set off to Hogwarts together. You know who this girl was?"

Albus shook his head.

"My mother."

Albus's mouth fell open. "Your mum?"

"Yes. When they got to school though, my mum went into Gryffindor, and Snape into Slytherin. They tried to keep their friendship. Even though Snape started to become fascinated with the Dark Arts, he still stayed close to her. This went on for five years, and then Snape made a mistake that would haunt him forever. My dad and his friends, one day, decided to taunt Snape. They were causing a real scene. My mum came over, and told my dad to stop it. Snape, who was so embarrassed and humiliated, hissed that he didn't need a mudblood's help. My mum acted like she didn't care, since nobody knew of their friendship, but Snape knew she was mad. She wouldn't forgive him , she believed him to be too obsessed with the Dark Arts now. She fell in love with my dad and married him. Snape went to work for Voldemort. Things stayed that way until Snape found out that Voldemort was going after my parents. He couldn't bare to lose my mum, he loved her after all, so he rushed to the one man who he knew could help; Dumbledore. It took a lot of convincing to make Dumbledore trust Snape, but Dumbledore saw how pure Snape's love was, and took him in. From that moment on, Snape's allegiance was to Dumbledore. Even after Voldemort disappeared and my mum died, he stayed with Dumbledore. When Voldemort came back to power, Dumbledore instructed Snape to go back, and would feed the Order information. Voldemort would be under the impression that he was really a double agent for the Death Eaters benefit."

"If Snape really was on Dumbledore's side," Albus said slowly. "Why would he kill him?"

"You remember what I told you about the Deathly Hallows, don't you?"

"Yes," Albus nodded. "The Elder wand, the Resurrection stone and the Invisibility cloak. When they're united, they give the user the ability to master death."

"Right," Harry said. "And I told you years and years ago, Dumbledore tried to unite them. He got obsessed with it; that's why he had the cloak to give to me my first year at Hogwarts; he borrowed it from my dad. Anyways, when Dumbledore came across the ring Voldemort had made a Horcrux, he noticed that the stone in the ring had a marking on it. He then realized it was the mark of the Deathly Hallows, and that the stone was actually the Resurrection stone. Dumbledore hadn't thought about using the Hallows in years, but when he saw this particular one, he slipped. He wanted to talk to his parents and sister. He put the ring, forgetting for a moment that Voldemort had part of his soul in it. The ring hurt Dumbledore greatly; he was barely able to get back to the school. When he did, Snape was able to stop the curse from spreading; but the damage was already done. He had about a year to live."

"Wait," Albus said thoughtfully. "If Dumbledore was already dying, then…"

Harry smiled. "Dumbledore had ordered Snape to kill him. This way, Draco Malfoy wouldn't have to, Voldemort would gain even more respect for Snape, and the Elder wand, which was, as I told you, in Dumbledore's possession, would have not true master anymore, well, that was until Draco disarmed him, of course."

"Is that what Snape and Dumbledore were talking about back in your sixth year?" Albus asked. "Snape was saying he didn't want to do something; was that what it was?"

Harry nodded. "Snape started to feel uncomfortable with the plan soon, but he knew that it had to be done."

"So he did all that, because he loved you mum?" Albus asked in amazement. "But- but if Voldemort ever found out that he was really on Dumbledore's side, he would've been killed!"

"Love," Harry said. "Has always been stronger than hate. From the second that Voldemort threatened my mother's life, he was gone from the Dark side. Do you see now why you're named after him?"

Albus nodded. "Yes."

Harry smiled. "Good. Now, hurry up and get back to bed before your mum sees you're still up. It'll be my head on the line if she does."

Next Day

"So," James said the following afternoon. "Now we know why people always gasp when they hear our names."

"And look up at your dad's scar," Rose said.

"And why Uncle George only has one ear," Lily said.

The five children were sitting in Ron's old room at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley insisted on having everyone over for a big meal, to celebrate the children's arrival back from Hogwarts.

"Our parents' are heroes," Hugo said happily.

"True," James nodded. "Although, they don't seem very different. I mean, even hearing all that amazing stuff they did, they're still, just, well, my mum and dad."

Rose nodded. "I know what you mean."

"Say Al," James said to his younger brother. "You've been quiet; what's up?"

Albus looked up. "Oh, just thinking," he replied lightly. Truthfully, he was still replaying what his father had told him in private last night. In the past, he had always been a little jealous of his brother and sister. They were named after his father's deceased parents, and he had just received the names of two old schoolteachers. Now, however, his name gave him a sense of pride, and the fact that he was the only one of his siblings and his cousins that new the story of it only added to that great feeling. He would tell them soon, he had decided last night. Harry had told him right before he went to bed that he could choose to tell them when he was ready, but for the time being, he enjoyed his secrecy.

"Kids, foods ready!" came the cry of Mrs. Weasley up the stairs.

"Excellent," James said, jumping up. "I'm starved! I've been smelling grandma's roast for nearly an hour now!"

The children clamored down the steps and joined the family at the large table piled high with their grandmothers cooking, and surrounded by their parents and cousins and aunts and uncles, ready to enjoy.

AN- So, the end at last Thanks for following the story and reviewing. I actually made two drafts of this story. The first one was fifteen pages, because I actually wrote out Harry and the others telling the children everything from their past. But then I decided that most people reading this story would already know what happened, so it would be really pointless and boring for them to read it again.