Disclaimer: I really don't own HP (because Remus and Snape would still be alive) anything else you recognize is caused by this thing called coincidence…..

A/N: Thank you for reading! Sorry I haven't posted in about a year, I'm just applying for college as a Voice Performance major…..

It had taken six years for the Wizarding World to round up the remaining Death Eaters and Death Eater sympathizers after the so called 'Final Battle'. During that time, life had to go on. Funerals for those who died in the battle were attended; weddings were held (the most notable between Ron and Hermione two years into the reconstruction).

Five years later saw Harry living happily married to Ginny, with two kids, and a third on the way.

Little James sat next to his mother, slowly reading a chapter book out loud, every so often asking what a word meant as they lounged on a blanket set out in the back yard of their home, the Haven, in Ottery St. Catchpole, just down the lane from the Burrow. The air was warm and soothed their skin as it was the first really warm day of the year, so they treasured the warmth. Every so often Ginny would glance up, her eyes tinged with worry as she watched Harry teach James's younger brother Albus how to ride a broom. Al had been wanting to learn how to ride a broom since he had been three and had watched his father teach his brother how to ride, but was forced to wait two more years until he, was five, just as James had.

It was utterly ironic how their two sons had turned out thus far, considering their namesakes. James was reserved and bookish, (though that did not mean his didn't get into his own share of trouble, he just usually refrained from getting involved with his younger brother's crazy schemes) preferring the quiet of an afternoon cuddled up with a book to the loud squeals his brother strove for with his pranks.

Al in contrast was mischievous from as soon as he was able to crawl. He often was found where he wasn't supposed to be and had all too much fun devising new pranks. His favorite uncle and idol was his Uncle George.

The pleasant afternoon was broken when the hand mirror lying in the grass by Harry started to glow and hiss. Harry picked it up and looked at the young face of the trainee Healer there. "Healer Potter, you're needed at St. Mungo's!" Harry gently brought Al down from his broom and then looked back at the other man "What's the problem Richard?" the young man rolled his lip in between his teeth nervously, "A man was brought in today. We weren't able to identify him before he woke, and now he won't say a thing except he needs to talk to you. I'm very sorry, but we wouldn't bother you except he was found in a ritual circle."

At this, Harry's eyes narrowed. "Alright, I'll be there soon. I'm sorry Al, I'll be back soon, I promise, alright? You know I wouldn't leave on your birthday if this wasn't important." The young boy pouted, but nodded and smiled up at his father.

Harry ran into the house up into the master bedroom, grabbing his Healer's robes and wand as he did so. He made his way into the side room, where the secure floo was which was connected to St. Mungo's high security ward where Harry worked. Most of the patients there were high profile patients, had experienced an attempt on their life or were found to be questionable enough to have been moved there by one of the Healers. The entire ward was password protected which were combined with charms that recognized a person's magical signature and voice.

After flooing in to the ward Harry walked up to the nurse's desk. "Gd'afternoon Gretchen" he said to the young woman on duty. She looked up and glared at him before curtly saying "That's Nurse Howards to you Healer Potter!" he only smiled at her "Your new patient is in the Amber Room" she growled at him. Harry laughed, saying "thanks luv!" as he made his way to see the new patient.

He remembered his first real day as a Healer at the Hospital. The war was scarcely over and Death Eaters still roamed free. He and his fellow classmates at the St. Mungo's Academy had been half going to school half already working for the hospital, brewing potions, running the ER or watching the more tame wards so the Nurses and Healers could take care of the overflow of patients.

He and Luna had been minding the emergency ward with Frieda Collins and Darius Wise when a woman was brought in by her hysterical husband. There had been an attack on their neighborhood and she had stepped in front of an unknown curse aimed at their neighbor's little girl.

Collins had had a panic attack then and there and Wise had gone white and ran off to find a Nurse or a Healer to help.

Harry and Luna however, had encountered much the same thing on the battlefield. Without even speaking Luna and Harry knew what each was going to do. Luna worked on keeping the husband from a panic attack and Harry took care of the wife. The wounds were deep, cutting from her left shoulder down her back, ending at the middle of the small of her back. The edges of the wounds were a deep violet and a black smog rose from them. "Luna, I think we have an altered version of Sectumsepra here. What do you think?" he asked as she glided over. "Hmm, yes or perhaps…a hybrid of hydra blood and werewolf bile coating the wounds? That would certainly cause the discoloration, though not the wounds in the first place." As they talked they worked, coating thick bandages in healing salve that would stem the flow of blood and wrapping the woman's torso with them. They knew better than to treat the woman without one of the Healers present. Bad things happened to internees who went against that rule.

The woman had recovered after Wise had returned with a Healer, who praised Luna and Harry for their fast thinking with the patient. It turned out that she was hit with a Sectumsempra and the hybrid poison. The combination of the two had caused her body to repel magic and actually deteriorate. Their calm thinking saved her life.

It was their actions that day that got them moved assigned to the high security ward.

He glanced down at the chart he held in his hands. His patient was a male, somewhere between the ages of 35 and 62; you could never be sure with wizards. He apparently was Caucasian, roughly 5'11" ft, dark haired, and severely malnourished. He had refused to tell who he was and the spells that were supposed to identify unconscious or overly stubborn patients were failing. No known medical history as he was a John Doe.

As he walked down the hall he ran into Luna who was busy buttoning up her tye-dyed Healer's robes as she walked. "New patient Luna luv" he sang at her, passing her the patient info as they walked towards the Amber Room. "Hmm, it seems that this patient of ours has been in close contact with gribnals for most of their life. They make people very stubborn. They often live in old buildings. He's most likely a pureblood, or lived in one of their homes."

Luna truly was a font of information and saw past what was plain to most people. You just had to get past her talk of crazy creatures and plants.

"Hey Luna, it says here that our patient demanded to receive treatment from me and only me. He even swore an unbreakable vow that he was not trying to hurt me…."

"Another trait often found in those suffering from prolonged exposure to gribnals I believe"

As they entered to room Harry checked his wand holster just in case. He had learned to after being placed under a nasty curse by a dark supporter during his days in the emergency ward.

The curtains were drawn around the bed, but they could see the back of a dark head from between them.

"Good afternoon Mr. Doe" Harry said as he and Luna entered the room. "I am Healer Potter and this is Healer Lovegood. Although I suppose you know who we are as you requested treatment from us, well at least from me…"

He trailed off as the man raised his head. The man's long, dark hair, which had previously been casting shadows across his face fluttered back, giving the two young Healers an unhindered view of the man on the bed.

"Sirius?" Harry gasped

"Ooooh, Mr. Boardman, I'm so happy to see you've returned!" Luna smiled.b