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HOGWARTS HOSPITAL WING, THE NEXT DAY
"This is the last of the potions for now, Harry." Lily said, handing her son a salmon colored potion. Harry quickly swallowed it, allowing as little of it to touch his taste buds as possible. He grimaced at the taste. "Here, here is some water. Drink it." She handed him a goblet of water while Madam Pomfery finished the complicated spell she was casting on him.
"Well, Mr. Potter, that should be all. You will have to stay the night tonight while the skele-grow grows back your bones. You have fifteen minutes until lights out. Lily, you may leave whenever you wish BEFORE eleven thirty. You are not to let yourself get too stressed, and you are not to stay the night here. I already sent instructions to your husband. He will make sure you stay comfortable and do not over-exert yourself. Before you leave, come into my office, I have something for you."
Lily and Harry answered in unison, "Yes Madam Pomfery."
The strict nurse turned and went to her office, before she shut the door, she called out, and "Your fifteen minutes start now." With a wave of her wand, the door shut itself.
Lily had come to the Hospital Wing an hour earlier with the potions needed for Harry's treatment that they did not have the day before. As soon as the potions were on the table by his bed, Madam Pomfery had given her the task of giving each one to her son in a specific order. All the while, Madam Pomfery was casting spells and giving Lily orders.
After a moment, Harry turned to his mother and asked. "Are you the one from my dream?"
"Which dream are you asking about?"
"The one where there is arguing between a man and a woman who sounds like you. The man loses his temper and shouts some words that sound like gibberish and there is a flash of green light accompanied by the woman's scream. The man says the words again; there is another flash of green light, then darkness. After a moment there is something that sounds like a motorcycle, but it is flying in the air with a large man on it. He seems to be the size of four men put together."
"That is not a dream, that is your memory of Halloween night, ten years ago. And no, that is not me, that is my little sister. Her name was Daisy. She was there to baby-sit you while I was at a meeting for work. James was going to meet up with a friend and help him with a problem he was having. That motorcycle belonged to James and his best friend Siri—" A look of horror came across her face. "Oh my! How could I have forgotten about Sirius, he is rotting in that horrid place. Why did I not think about that earlier? I could have gone yesterday while you were asleep and Severus was brewing the potions you needed!"
"What? I do not understand what you are talking about."
Lily took a deep breath before continuing, "Sirius Black is your godfather, he was accused of betraying us, and of killing thirteen muggles along with another of their friends."
"Betraying you?"
"We were in hiding from the evil wizard, Lord Voldemort. He is the one that you hear my sister arguing with in your memory. We went under the Filidus Charm. The Fidilus charm is used to hide something in plain sight. Only the owners, secret keeper, and anyone the secret keeper told would be able to find the building or object under the spells protection.
"Everyone assumed that Sirius was the secret keeper because he was James' best friend. In actuality, our secret keeper was that coward of a man, Peter Petigrew. He told Voldemort and his followers where we were, and then Ol' Voldie planned to have us killed on Halloween.
"He had just arrived after Daisy arrived, so James was just about to leave. You know what, instead of me telling you, how about I just show you? I had just installed magic-proof surveillance cameras that morning. They are an ingenious invention from my friend's magical, purple llama. The llama's name is Katie. I am sure we can go visit tomorrow. Well, anyways, if you would like to see the videos, I will show you over summer break." She got a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. "You would, of course have to go back to my DEAR old sister's house for about a week or two first. But, after that you can live with me and Seve- I mean, Professor Snape from then on.
"Oh, I can see the look on her face now. The look on her whale of a husband's face when facing the wrath of a pair of wizarding parents that have extremely short tempers will be priceless. No, not just a pair of wizarding parents, but a pair of wizarding parents, but also a wizarding godfather who has an equally short fuse. If we find enough evidence, we could perform the sevenfold curse on them.
"In order for any justice to come to them, you would have to let Professor Snape and me look into your memories to see everything they did to you. Seeing the state you came to school in, they would have a lot to pay for. It looks like this has not been a one-time incident either. Muggle prison would be too light a punishment for this type of behavior.
"Nobody, especially an innocent child deserves that kind of treatment. Well, nobody but the person or persons that inflict that kind of pain to another. I hope for their sake, we find nothing too bad, or they will go insane.
Harry just sat looking at nothing "That sounds great, the whole me getting to live with you and all, but please do not do anything to permanently harm them. They were simply afraid of the strange things that kept happening with me around. Like the time I accidentally turned my teacher's hair blue, or when I ended up on the roof of the school during a Harry Hunt.
"There was also the incident at the zoo this past summer. I was having a conversation with the boa constrictor and Dudley pushed me out of the way and leaned too far forward over the railing. He fell in just as the glass disappeared. The snake left and thanked me, saying that it wanted to go to Brazil to see if it could find its family." Harry stated, he shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I guess me being a wizard explains it all."
Lily gaped for a moment then slowly asked "Y-you can speak to snakes?"
Harry looked confused, "Can't all wizards?"
"No, it is said only descendants of Salazar Slytherin can speak to snakes…" She trailed off, and then muttered to herself, almost quiet enough for Harry not to hear, "But that is impossible, Severus is not descended from Salazar, he is descended from Rowena and her first husband. I am most definitely not descended from any of the founders, seeing as I am muggle-born."
Harry thought back to what he learned in science class the past year. "Maybe it is a recessive trait… like having blue eyes or blond hair." He suggested, still staring off into space. "Maybe one side of your family was really magical, but hid it from their spouse, and they had the trait, but with the dominant non-snake-speaking trait along with it. And maybe Professor Snape is the same way, and I got both the recessive genes, and not the dominant one, and that is how I can speak to snakes."
"Yes! Of course, that HAS to be it. We have about five minutes left, would you like to talk more about your accidental magic? Or when something strange happened and you could not explain it?"
"Sure, when I was younger, Aunt Petunia took me out to get my hair cut. She asked them to cut off the back, but leave the front to cover my scar. It looked absolutely hideous, so I went to bed that night wanting it to grow back, and when I woke up, it was back to the way it was before the hair cut, she tried to cut my hair by herself a few times that same week, but every time, my hair would grow back by morning, if not sooner. My hair has looked the same since."
"You make it sound as if it has been a long time since this happened."
Harry shrugged and thought about it for a second. He slowly turned his head to face his mother, "I dunno, seven, eight years maybe. Though it could have been longer since she last tried to cut my hair.
Lily's eyes widened as her son turned his head back to stare at nothing. "If that is the case, then your hair should be much longer. It should be at least down to your waist. Maybe you are a metamorphmagus. I will get Poppy to let us go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get you new eye glasses, and while we are out and about, I will take you to the Ministry Department of Mysteries to get you tested. I trust them the most because I worked with them and we all swore an oath not to reveal each others secrets to anyone with out expressed, written permission from the individual being talked about.
"That is another reason that I know that Sirius would never do that. We worked together, he and your father originally planned to become Aurors together, but it was not the job for Sirius, so he trained with me and became an Unspeakable the same day that I did. We swore our oath to protect those in our department together.
"Anyways, while we are waiting for your prescription to be filled, we will go get you tested to see if you are indeed a metamorphmagus. After that, we will spend some time together before picking up your new glasses… or if you would like, I could see about getting you contact lenses."
Harry loved the idea about spending time with his mother, but he quickly remembered that tomorrow was Monday, the first day of classes. "What about classes? I should not miss those. They start tomorrow."
"Don't worry about it. I am sure I can convince Madam Pomfery to get Dumbledore let you out of classes for the day. You need new glasses, right?"
"Well, yeah, I do."
"Well then, since I am the only available adult, I will have to take you to get new ones. Right?"
"Yeah…."
"So, what is the problem?"
"Nothing, I just do not want the Professors to think that I am just skipping class."
"They will not think that, because each and everyone of them will be either told by either myself or the headmaster, or if they are unavailable to talk, they will get a note telling them. You will be on medical leave for the day. In other words, you will have a doctor's note."
"Are you sure we can get my glasses tomorrow and not have to wait until the weekend? I would really not like to be blind for the first week of classes."
Lily nodded in agreement, "No, that most definitely would not be a good thing."
Harry sighed, "I don't like not being able to see." The volume of his voice lowered to near silence, "Not that I needed to see to do worse than Dudley."
Lily decided that she would definitely pay her sister a visit in the near future. She thought of her beloved "Younger sister" who died to protect her son. Daisy was actually her best friend that looked like her.
The pair of them were lost in their own thoughts when Madam Pomfery came out and had Harry drink a bottle of Dreamless Sleep. "Just to make sure he does not thrash around while the Skele-grow is regrowing his bones.
Lily sat next to her son for a few more minutes, just raking her fingers through his untidy black hair and watching him sleep. After a few moments, she stood and went over to Madam Pomfery's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in." The elderly witch called.
Lily gently opened the door. "May I ask you for a favor?"
"You may ask, but there are no guarantees that I will actually do it."
"I was just wondering if you would be willing to convince Albus to let Harry out of classes for the day tomorrow. He needs new glasses as soon as five years ago. We were talking and he told me how he cannot even see through his and he does not want to wait a week for new ones when he could just as easily get them tomorrow. I am sure one of the other first years would be more than happy to tell him what he missed."
"Already done, that is actually one of the reasons that I asked you in here."
"Oh? And the other reason?"
The nurse pulled out her wand and put up some extra privacy spells "Weeeelllll… I do not know how to put this exactly."
"You could try just saying it." Lily suggested.
"Well… I do not know how those blasted muggles did it, but while I was scanning Harry, I found something very interesting, and very disturbing…." She trailed off with a shudder.
"Well, what is it?" Lily's mind was already going into over-drive thinking of all the things that could possibly be wrong. Did he have some kind of incurable, deathly illness? Did the muggles invent a poison that could not be cured, but was slow-acting and very painful? Was it worse?
"I-I found…"
A/N: Cliffhangers… Gotta love 'em. I know that readers do not like cliffhangers… but when you are writing a story… Well, it is impossible to resist. I know it has been a while since I last updated, but I have not had time to really sit down and write since classes ended at the end of spring.
First, there were many rehearsals for band, then we went to Washington D.C. to march in the national Independence Day Parade. Next, was band camp… Two long weeks of 12 hour days of running followed by marching, more running, music, then more running and marching. Then, competitions started, so I was constantly practicing for those, and now classes are back in session with Friday night football games, and competitions on Saturday and Sunday just so I can get up again early in the morning to go to school.
Please review so that I know what to put into the next chapter… I was thinking a magical, purple llama and a rainbow Pegasus. Any other … interesting creatures that you may have in mind, please do not hesitate to add them in a review and I may just add them in.