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Chapter 4 - Godsons & Godfathers and Sons & Fathers

Harry's footsteps echoed throughout the dark empty halls.

"I knew I forgot something!" He thought as he quickly turned the corner towards his office.

Teddy squirmed in Harry's arms.

"Shh…Teddy bear, go back to sleep." Harry cooed above him, rubbing his back slowly hoping to lull him back to sleep.

"Where awe we?" Teddy asked while rubbing his eyes with his small fist.

"Just at my work place, we will head home soon. I have to drop something off."

Harry James Potter is 19 years old. After the defeat of Voldemort, the new Minister of Magic recruited him to help gather all the remaining death eaters. Harry agreed and instead of completing his last year at Hogwarts with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, which took about 4 months to rebuild, he tracked down every death eater he could and put them on trial. With Azkaban reformed, new prisoners were kept under constant guard with not only dementors but also squads of aurors and trainees. Once the majority of death eaters were behind bars, Harry moved into Number 12 Grimmauld Place and because Kingsley was appointed as the new minister, Harry became Head Auror, the youngest in history.

Harry walked into the Head Auror's office.

"Here Teddy, lay here" he said softly as he gently laid his godson down on the couch. "I just have to grab a file then we can go."

Teddy just curled up into himself and gave a content sigh before his breath evened out once more.

Harry smiled. It has been about 8 months since Teddy official moved in with him and Harry was falling more and more in love with the half werewolf. After Remus and Tonks died, Teddy lived with his grandmother for a little over a year, with frequent visits from Harry, before Harry completely took over. Andromeda was just too old to look after an energetic two and a half year old toddler for the entire day and after seeing how much Harry cared for Teddy, she asked Harry to take him. Teddy loved Harry and idolized him. He mimics everything Harry does to the best of his ability and with him being a metamorphmagus, he does a damn good job. Once time Teddy copied Harry's look and followed him to a bar that Harry was infiltrating. Harry lost the suspect but was able to keep Teddy from getting seriously injured. Harry lectured Teddy about how dangerous doing something like that was and asked why he would do that. Teddy just replied with fearful and watery eyes: "I juff wannabe wike unca hawry".

Harry was stunned, but quickly recovered and told Teddy: "I'm honored Teddy, but next time you can be me in a less life threatening scenario. Ok?"

It never happened again. Teddy was good at listening to directions, but ever since then, Harry has been extremely protective of Teddy.

After rummaging through his file cabinets he finally found what he was looking for. Putting it into his briefcase, Harry stood and went to go grab Teddy.

Teddy awakened from his sleep with a grunt, "Mmmmphh."

"Sorry Teddy, we are heading home now," Harry said as he grabbed Teddy's hand.

Together, godfather and godson walked out of the office.

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Sirius Black was floating. He couldn't feel, he couldn't hear, and he couldn't see. It was comforting, peaceful. What was he doing here again?

Suddenly, it came to him, HARRY! What happened?! He fell through the veil, his damn cousin beat him, he lost, and now Harry is all-alone. With new energy, Sirius forced his body to work, and slowly he was able to turn his neck to try to look around only to see nothing.

"Hello?! Anyone! Help!" He tried to scream, but no sound came out of his mouth.

"Somebody! Please! I need to get out of here!" He cried, again not hearing his own voice.

Darkness and silence swirled around him. Sirius wanted to cry, but he could barely feel his body.

"Harry," he whispered, "Please forgive me, I tried to fix my mistakes! I'm so sorry...I wish…I just wish with all my heart..." Sirius trailed off, his consciousness fading.

"What do you wish?" A voice asked.

"To be with my godson."

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"Harry?" A gentle voice asked, "Baby, it's time to get up."

Harry opened his eyes only to be greeted by a blurry figure looming over him. Automatically, Harry flinched back and tried to sit up and get on the floor as quick as possible. However, he only succeeded in getting himself tangled up in the sheets and plummeting off the bed. He would have hit his face on the ground had it not been for a pair of strong arms catching him.

"Woah! Be carful bud. Do want to hurt yourself on the first day home." James said after placing Harry back onto the bed and sitting next to him.

Harry blinked his eyes awake and silently took in the room around him. The walls were a neutral blue color. He lay in a large bed pressed up against one of the walls; it had light purple bed sheets with white flowers decorating them. Across the room there was the door, with a dresser and cabinet next to it. The closet was embedded into the wall adjourning it.

"H-h-home?" Harry stuttered, suddenly remembering what his father

"Yes sweetheart, we brought you home after you fell asleep." Lily said.

Harry recalled the yesterday's events. He met his mother and father from a different world? Universe? He doesn't remember and there is no way he was way going to ask. But what is home? Their home? Would he have to work again? Maybe his parents were just like the Dursley's at "home".

"Come on Harry, breakfast is almost ready."

The word breakfast shook Harry out of his thoughts.

"I-I-m s-s-sorry, sir...I-I s-s-slept i-in." Harry quivered and began to stand up on his shaky feet. "I-I'll s-s-start r-right a-a-away."

"Start what sweetheart?" Lily inquired.

"B-b-breakfast" Harry replied carefully, scared that he may have reminded them that he didnt do his job this morning.

"Breakfast? Buddy, adults cook, not you. Who maked you cook Harry?" James asked, worried of what the answer might be.

Harry didn't reply. Was this some trick? It probably was, the Dursley's did this sort of thing all the time.

"It's ok Harry we're not mad." James said after seeing Harry's distress, "We just want to know."

Harry looked up at his dad's gentle eyes, and then looked down at his feet.

"The Dursley's" he whispered while closing his eyes, waiting for the screams of anger and whacks to come.

Lily and James couldn't believe their ears. The monsters that raised their "son" forced him to cook? For godsake, he is only 7 years old!

"H-How long have you been cooking Harry?" Lily asked as calmly as she could, but she could hear her own voice tremble.

Harry looked up. "S-since I was three..."

James breathed in deeply to calm his anger. They forced a three year old to cook for them. What kind of lazy pigs were they? He felt like going over to that stupid muggle neighborhood and teach the Dursley's a lesson or two. However, when he looked down at Harry's trembling state, all his anger, well almost all, dissapated.

"Come here Harry," James said softly, opening his arms.

Harry hesitated before slowly entering his father's arms. When James wrapped his arms around him and pushed him onto his chest, Harry flinched violently and began to squirm away.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry Harry. I won't hurt you."

Harry stopped moving and laid there. Just trying to enjoy the moment in his father's arms, but the fear of punishment burned in the back of Harry's mind. He just couldn't bring himself to trust people, even if he wanted to, he just couldn't.

James felt Harry still trembling.

"God damnit," he swore silently, "I just don't know what to do."

"Let him get used to it," his mind told him, "Let his adjust."

James sighed quietly before gently pushing Harry away. Harry's fearful eyes greeted him and it made James's heart break.

"It's alright buddy. You're not in trouble." James reassure and was pleased when Harry seemed to calm down.

Lily smiled. James was so terrified of the idea of raised his abused son before, but now it seems like his has been doing it all his life.

"Ok then, I'll go finish making breakfast," she said standing up, "While I do that why don't you give Harry a bath James?"

Harry's head shot up at the word "bath" and he quietly asked, "W-w-what kind of b-bath?"

James and Lily looked as him carefully. "Well, what kinds are there Harry?" Lily inquired.

Harry looked at his mother and father before replying, "G-g-good ones a-and b-bad ones..."

"Oh and what is a good bath?"

"U-U-uhhh...I-I d-don't k-know...I've never had one."

Lily inwardly frowned and slowly asked, "So, what is a bad one?"

"...T-the water i-is..." Harry began but trailed off, his lower lip trembling.

"The water is what bud?" James said, "You don't have to be afraid. Its ok Harry, we won't get mad."

Harry took a shaky breath before continuing. "T-the w-water is too hot or too cold. You're not allowed to breath and...and you have to used dish soap..."

Lily and James were stunned. They didn't know what to say. Unfortunately, Harry took this silence badly and suprised James by jumping out of his arms and running out of the room in to the hallway.

"Harry!" James shouted after him. He shot after his son with Lily right on his tail.

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Sirus Black was doing his rounds at the Ministry of Magic. He was having one hell of a day. First, Albus floos Remus and him and tells them to tell Lily and James that their son from another dimension, no, their abused son from another dimension suddenly showed up. Then he was dragged to Hogwarts by his best mate's wife to see said son, and now he was forced to stay all day today to do rounds because he skipped work this morning and he would have to do them again tomorrow night to make up for James.

"You're so lucky you have a friend like me Prongs," Sirus sighed, turning to go down another black, long hallway. Suddenly, a loud creak was heard, causing Sirius to stop and listen. He heard it again, only louder and seemed to be accompanied by a moan. Curious, Sirius quickened his pace towards the room at the end of the hall. Opening it slowly, he realized the noise was coming from the veil. Sirus approached it, careful not to fall into it. Then, without warning, the veil's curtains began to twist and thrash, causing Sirius to take a step back. The ground began to shake and and the archway seemed to stretch, all the while the noise seemed to grow louder. The veil moaned loudly, as if not wanting to let something go. Everything stopped abruptly, Sirius cautiously took a step towards the veil, when all of a sudden a body flew out of the curtain and slammed into Sirius.

Sirius fell back onto the floor with the strange body next to him.

"Ouch," he groaned sitting up, "What is the world was – Oh my God..."

Sirius looked next him and saw the face of the body that was thrown at him and saw himself.