Chapter 2:
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Harry remembered none of his dream that morning. He was too busy receiving glares from his housemates, as well as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. In fact his mind was busy with a lot of other things. It wasn't for a while that he remembered the dream and he only remembered it after it occurred again one night in the hospital wing.
He was sleeping in the bed after his talk with Dumbledore about the Stone when the dream reoccurred. Harry had fallen asleep looking at the photos of his parents that Hagrid had gave him. Madam Pomfrey had been keeping close watch on her patient and was turning around when she was satisfied that he was sleeping. Then she heard some muttering.
"Padfoot. Prongs. Dad…." Harry was talking in his sleep.
Padfoot and Prongs. Those were names Poppy Pomfrey had not heard in years. Hearing them from Harry's mouth gave her quite a shock. She sat down on the nearest bed. How did the boy know these names? All the staff knew he knew nothing about his family. The muggles he lived with had never told him about his parents or his wizarding heritage. She had heard Sirius, James, Remus and Peter use those absurd names. She had no idea of their significance though. Still she decided to call Dumbledore. Harry shouldn't have known those names unless someone had told him. She walked into her office to place a floo call to the headmaster's office.
Meanwhile Harry was still fast asleep in his dreams. He had been content in his dream about the order meeting but then he dreamt something else. He was with his mother and father again. He felt safe in his mother's arms.
"James! We're going to be late. Dumbledore wanted to meet with us one last time about the charm."
"Sorry Lils. I was mirror calling Padfoot to remind him."
"Well then, you go first. I'll come with Harry in a minute."
From his mother's arms Harry saw his father place a kiss on her cheek and walk over to the fireplace. He picked up some powder of sorts and threw it into the fire turning it a brilliant, emerald color.
"Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts!" his father shouted. He then jumped into the flames disappearing completely. Once Lily seemed sure James was gone she stepped forward as well. Throwing a little more powder in the fire she repeated the same words and she and Harry were sucked away.
The next thing he knew he was with both his parents. James was already talking to Dumbledore whose eyes seemed to twinkle more than usual when he spotted Harry. So this must be Dumbledore's office. Harry's eyes swept the room. The circular office held many instruments for all sorts of uses. On a high shelf sat the sorting hat that seemed completely inanimate. The walls of the room were covered with Wizarding portraits. Close to Dumbledore's desk was a bird stand. The animal on it was a deep scarlet who seemed to catch fire as the light hit his golden plumes. Highlights of orange and purples just added to the affect.
Lily walked over to James and Dumbledore. The older man politely asked how everything had been then turned his eyes towards Harry. The baby held his arms out and was picked from Lily's arms by the old warlock.
"He's grown quite a lot since I've seen him last."
"That he has. Our Harry is getting to be a big boy," James beamed.
"That he is. If only Grandpa Dumbledore would come see us outside order meetings."
"Grandpa? Now Lily, my dear. You do me a great honor but I am not sure that title belongs to me. Harry's grandparents may no longer be here but they needn't be replaced."
"Sir, the title is honorary. You've done a great deal for me and Lily. We want Harry to know that," James said. "Harry has several uncles and aunts who are not related to him through blood. I have no cousins or aunts and uncles. Lily's sister doesn't want anything to do with us. Still we have a family."
"That was very sweet James," Lily gave a quick kiss to her husband on the cheek.
"Almost as sweet as it was sappy. Lily, what have you done to our Jamie?" The handsome man from Harry's last dream walked in. Padfoot his mind supplied. That couldn't be a real name, it had to be a nickname.
Harry's thoughts were disrupted by Dumbledore's voice. The headmaster insisted the other three adults sit down and then seated himself with Harry on his lap.
"You all know it's of utmost importance that you go into hiding. Harry is in grave danger."
The baby seemed to fidget at hearing his name. The Harry who was dreaming balked in disgust. Was he the reason his parents were murdered? They had been hiding from Voldemort because of him?
"Yes. The charm has been placed. Sirius is our secret keeper. He's only told you and a few others we've deemed safe of our whereabouts," Lily said.
"Sirius, are you sure this job is not to much pressure? I myself would be the secret keeper if you ask."
"No offense sir but we have to refuse. Sirius is my brother in all but blood. I trust him with my life and more importantly Harry's. There's no one I could trust more to take care of my son and to keep us safe."
"Of course I'll keep you guys safe," Sirius scoffed, "I take my godfatherly duties siriusly."