Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the HP universe, J.K. Rowling does.
Chapter 2: Meeting Your Family
Harry landed with a thump, groaning he sat up and looked around, noticing that he had landed in a forest. It wasn't the Forbidden Forest, no that particular forest always seemed dark, even when the sun shined through. This Forest on the other hand was bright under the silver moonlight, a feeling of peace hanging around the trees.
Looking himself over he notice that his body felt and looked tinnier than usual, he wasn't very tall, but right now he felt as if he were fifteen again. Pulling out a shrunken mirror from one of his many coat pouches, he enlarged it and stared at his reflection in complete shock, he actually was fifteen! Who in Merlin's moon speckled robes decided it would be a good idea to turn him into a teenager again!
Shaking the shock off he enlarged a makeup kit and covered his scar, and then pulling out one of his wands cast glamour over it, he didn't know where he was and whom he would meet, so extra precaution is always good. Putting everything away he started looking around for the phoenix that accompanied him.
Suddenly the silence of the forest was broken by the loud flapping of wings, the wizard looked up and saw Fawkes untangling himself from some tree branches, squawks that sounded suspiciously like cussing came form the birds beak, Harry laughed at the birds' plight.
"That's what you get for letting go of me as soon as you noticed me falling to the ground! It's karma Fawkes, face it." The phoenix only glared at him. Suddenly he heard someone yelling out. A man, from the sounds of it, straining his ears to make out what he was saying, he hears the words "bloody hell" and "damn forests."
Standing up Harry decided not to take out his holly and phoenix feather wand or the Elder Wand they wouldn't be needed, he could tell fro the tone of voice, (which was strangely familiar), that the man was a- perhaps not friendly person, but they would not harm him. After telling Fawkes to follow him, he walked to where the voice was coming from.
Entering a small clearing, some meters away from where they had landed, he heard the man again this time to his right, turning around he saw the person he was least expecting.
"Sirius?" The man in question looked up from where his foot was stuck. He looked suspicious at first, but then smiled and exclaimed," There you are! I was looking all over for you; your parents are worried sick! Especially after you stormed out of the house like that."
He unstuck his foot and started walking over to Harry, who was currently hyperventilating at seeing his dead godfather alive. The boy started feeling faint, his eyes heavy and the last thing he saw before the darkness took over, was his godfathers relieved face turn to shock as he dropped to the ground.
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Sirius POV
Sirius wasn't a person who got worried easily, but when he saw the look of pain in Harry's face after he turned to look at him he felt it bubbling inside, the boy looked pale and skinny under the silver light of the moon, and as he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes the worry was replaced by shock and then to panic.
It was his fault and he knew it. If only he hadn't let things go so far…
Shaking off the feeling of guilt and responsibility, Sirius ran to his godson and picking him up started to run to the Den. Looking down at the boy in his arms, he started apologizing, because of their worry for someone else they had neglected him and his siblings, and only tonight did all of them realize this.
Sirius ran faster as he felt Harry start to shake, reaching the edge of the woods he headed straight to the big house that stood at it's edge. Entering the Den he rushed off to Harry's room, and after remembering just in whichpart of the house it was in, the guilt he had pushed away returned tenfold.
Walking towards the teenager's room, which was in the attic, he thought of where his room should be and who was occupying it, Leo. Hearing voices come from the attic he hurried with Harry in his arms.
Entering the room the conversion going on stopped abruptly, James Potter stood up in a hurry, confusion and worry on his face, his wife Lily Potter did the same as her husband. Laying his best friends eldest son on his bed and taking off his shoes, he was attacked by a torrent of questions.
A "Where was he?" From James, followed by a,
"Is he alright?" From Lily, the last question was from Harry's father again,
"What happened?" Sirius held up his hands and replied the questions in order. "He was in the forest out back, yes, but he won't stop shaking, I'm not quite sure what happened, one second he looks fine the next he faints, I carried him up here."
Looking towards them he paid closer attention to their appearances, noticing the tear tracks on Lily's face and the haunted look in his best friends eyes- and then he can't hold it in any longer. He starts crying as well.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, when I left Leo with you for protection I didn't realize how this was going to effect the kids." Silently James walks over to him.
"It's not your fault Padfoot, it's ours we should have paid closer attention." A tear drops from his eyes. " But, how is it possible that we paid more attention to one person than the others?" James tears were falling harder now, "I'm a horrible parent!"
"Both of us are." the two men glance towards the only female in the room, Prongs quickly drying his tears, he had to be strong for his wife. He knew she would blame it all on herself and the words that followed proved that.
" But it happened anyways, and I did nothing to stop it! Even when I noticed the kids hanging back and drifting away, I did nothing I questioned nothing! When Lia and Basil hung back never joining in on games, I thought it was because they didn't like those types of games! Not because they felt like intruders! And Harry, he's always in the forest preferring to interact with plants than with his own family, and when he is home, he always stays in his room! Leo is your son Sirius and I'll take care of him to the best of my abilities, but these are my children I've been neglecting in favour of your own, and my children should come before another's child!"
By the time Lily had reached the end of her rant, more tears had fallen from her green eyes and sobs had racked her lithe frame. Leaving the corner from where she had been standing, she headed towards her sons bed. Noticing how he shivered and quaked, she pulled up the bed sheets, and then bringing the desk chair towards the bed she said one last thing directed to the sleeping boy.
"You and your brother and sister will always be our main priority from now on, before our own lives and anything else. Leo may be one of our best friends son and the Boy-Who-Lived, but you three will always come first."
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Harry slowly opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the bright sunlight coming in from the window beside the bed. Swinging his feet to the side of the bed, he checked his surroundings.
The room wasn't very big, the ceiling slopping downwards to where the window was facing. The walls were a light cream color, in another place it might have looked inviting, but here the color only made it seem frigid, cold, unused. There was a desk to the left of the window, it was a regular light brown desk with quills, inkpots, and parchment scattered about its surface. The desks chair was next to the bed though, something he thought strange, but didn't deem it important enough to ponder.
The smell of bacon wafting up the attic stairs brought him out of his contemplation of the room, looking for his shoes, he saw them neatly placed besides the bed, putting them on he stood up and headed for the door.
As he was leaving the room a thought came over him. He had seen Sirius alive! Mulling it over he came to a hypothesis, but he would need further evidence to prove it true. Strengthening his Occlumency shield, he headed down the stairs.
Assuming that the kitchen would be in the ground floor, he followed the aroma of food to the entrance of the kitchen. Passing the doorway, all noise stopped, as if he were Voldemort himself.
Looking around he noticed three teens, one around fifteen, and the other two around fourteen thirteen years of age. The older teen stared at Harry with bluish-gray eyes making him feel uncomfortable. The woman by the stove broke the staring contest, by turning to face him; she had deep red hair and bright green eyes. Harry immediately new that she was his mother. This also proved his hypothesis, but he would concentrate on that later.
Harry checked his occlumency shield once again; just to make sure he would be able to keep his emotions in check. Turning his attention to his mother again, he opened his mouth to say "good morning," when two men come stumbling into the kitchen.
He realized why everyone always told him that he looked just like James Potter. If it weren't for the eyes he would be an exact replica of his father, impossible dark hair, similar body structure, Harry couldn't really understand these comparisons before, but now he could appreciate them up close, not just from old moving pictures.
Sirius POV
He looked around awkwardly; James and Lily were both staring at Harry as if afraid he would run away at any second, his Lia and Basil were ignoring everyone, and his son Leo was still glaring at poor Harry, who was looking at his father with a look of uneasiness in his face.
Sirius decided enough was enough and said," Good morning everyone! It's beautiful outside isn't it? After breakfast who is up for flying practice?"
Everyone looked at him incredulous, even the twins spared him a look of disbelief. Surprisingly it was his godson that broke the silence that followed his question," Don't you play Quidditch?"
Now it was Harry whom everyone stared at, except (of course, Sirius thought), James. As soon as his soon mentioned his favorite sport, James started bouncing up and down, saying something along the lines of, "oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, I've been waiting for this for a long time!" And some other words to express his excitement.
Prongs practically skipped over to his eldest son and said, "We will play Quidditch if that's what you want! Now what position were you planning on playing?"
Poor Harry looked overwhelmed by his father's sudden enthusiasm, but answered him anyways, "Being a seeker sounds good."
James pouted and asked if he wouldn't rather be a chaser to which Harry replied with a definite "no."
While father and son discussed why one position was better than the other, Sirius decided to add more talk to the kitchen and asked Basil and Lia if they wanted to play. Basil said he would try it out, (did Prongs just squeal?), but Lia only said, "flying isn't natural for humans, only birds and hippogriffs and other such animals should do it."
He noticed Lily nodding along with what her only daughter said. Sirius was about to exclaim, "like mother, like daughter," when his son broke the easy mood that was settling.
"Why are you so interested in sports all of the sudden? You never talked about it before, and besides I always play seeker."
The dog animagus felt himself sigh, he loved his with everything he had, but sometimes he acted too pig headed, something, he was sure Leo inherited from him. His son had his eyes, but he had his mother's hair and nose. The particular scar, shaped as a lightning bolt, that showed that he had survived the Killing Curse was hidden under long bangs of light brown hair.
Leo had heard the fight from last night, of that Sirius was sure, and he knew changes would happen. To Leo it probably wouldn't be a good type ofchanges he had Prongs personality from before Lily came into the picture, being the center of attention was the usual and he liked it.
Sirius was about to scold his son for being rude when suddenly Harry exclaims "oh no!" and heads for the forest. Everyone exchanges glances and take off after the Potter heir.
Harry POV
Harry was going to get it he knew it. He had completely forgotten about Fawkes until his sister from this universe had said the word "birds." The wizard could hear everyone following him, but at the moment he couldn't care less, his doom was awaiting him at the claws of a sadistic light animal.
Fawkes POV
The human child was going to regret forgetting about Him! Why on His old master's lemon drops had the boy fainted! When the boy got back He was going to be even more annoying than usual, even a saint won't be able to handle Him!
A/N: So this was the second chapter! Thanks to everyone who decided to follow this story, and to the person who reviewed. Oh! No Celia I am not lying this really is my first fic, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Dilly out!