Hanna's eyes fluttered briefly before the dark lashes came to rest once again. One of the doctors began to do simple tests. She looked up at the heart monitor with narrowed eyes as she checked the young girl's pulse. She gave a slight nod and set the hand back on the bed and writing the results down on a clipboard. Most of the crew had left two weeks previous. The job no longer required an uncountable number of doctors and healers.

Dr. Liferna checked the girl's breathing and brain activity before laying a hand on Hanna's shoulder. Many of the wires and tubes had been removed and she had come off of the sedative two days ago. There was color returning to the young girl's face and Dr. Liferna had taken her bright hair out of the cap, though it now only hung to her shoulders from having to cut away all of the blood-matted locks.

"It's time to wake up, child." Dr. Liferna said softly. "There are many people waiting for you."

The dark lashes fluttered again and Dr. Liferna dimmed the lights a bit. Her soft brown gaze was soon met with a pair of glazed hazel orbs. The eyelids drooped slightly as Hanna tried to escape the drugs pool. "Where m'I?" She mumbled

"You are at Hogwarts, little one." Dr. Liferna said gently. "How are you feeling, Hanna?"

"O'warts." Hanna murmured, pulling at a distant memory. Hey gaze went past the doctors shoulder.

"Look at me, Hanna." The doctor ordered softly. "How do you feel?"

Hanna looked at the woman oddly. "How-How do y'know m'name?" She managed to ask.

Dr. Liferna sighed softly. "You have been sick for a long time." She said. "I have helped to take care of you. Now, will you tell me how you feel?" The doctors voice never lost it's soothing tone.

"Sleepy," Hanna finally muttered.

The doctor smiled gently. "Do you have any sick feelings?" Hanna shook her head. "Are you dizzy or in any pain?" Again Hanna shook her head. "Do you think that you could see a few people and maybe eat something before going back to sleep?"

Hanna was silent for a few moments before she spoke again. "Who's here?" She asked finally.

The kind doctor gave Hanna a smile. "There are two men that go by Remus Lupin and Severus Snape." Hanna's drugged mind tried to recognize the names that she knew she had heard before. "There is a group of four children that all have American accent, Zach, Derrik, Diana, and Amanda." Again Hanna struggled to clear her head and recognize the names. Before she could open her mouth Dr. Liferna spoke again. "Your brother is also here, Hanna." She said cautiously. Everyone in the wizarding world knew that the remaining Potters had been separated after Voldemort's downfall and the death of their parents. Very few witches or wizards cared. Hanna's magic had been contained, there was nothing more that she could do for their world anyways.

Hanna's eyes widened. "Harry's here?" She asked breathlessly.

Dr. Liferna nodded slowly. She knew that Hanna's condition was fragile and if she overexerted herself it could set the process back by more than two weeks. She would just have to insure that both children remained as calm as could be hoped for given the severe circumstances. "Do you want me to get him for you?" The doctor finally asked. At Hanna's slow nod she spoke again. "I'll bring Remus in with him, is that alright?"

Still unsure of who this Remus character was, Hanna nodded hesitantly. She hadn't seen her brother in person in nearly a decade. Though, she could remember times when she was either badly injured or very sick when a dark-haired, bespectacled boy would appear and speak to her. Early on Hanna would ask if he had died with their parents when the bad man with the green light came. Harry would shake his head and tell her 'no.'

Dr. Liferna smiled and stepped out of the cubical. Six sets of eyes snapped up to look at her. "She's awake." She said simply with a bright grin. The group immediately leapt up from their seated positions and were all hugging each other, dancing about happily. It seemed to them that the worst was over. When the room quieted down Dr. Liferna spoke again. "She has asked to see Harry." She said. "I would like Remus to go in with him."

Hanna's four foster siblings looked significantly disappointed but Zach, who had immediately brought Harry over to their group the morning after he saw Hanna., nudged the boy in question forward. Harry flashed Zach a smile and jogged to Remus who had extended his hand.

Harry quivered with anticipation as Remus walked him to the cubical. He peaked his head in and locked eyes with a pair of hazel orbs. He wanted to freeze but took a few tentative steps forward. "Hanna…" Harry breathed, hardly daring to believe his eyes. He walked forward quicker and reached forward, grabbing her hand and running his own over the soft skin.

Hanna grabbed his hand and pressed it against her cheek, shutting her eyes as tears dropped from her eyes. She bit down on her lip as a sob escaped her throat. "Harry!" She rasped. "Oh Harry! You're real, you're really real!"

Tears were pouring down Harry's face now too. He sat on the bed and gently wrapped his arms around his sister, feeling as though she could shatter at the slightest touch. "We're together now." He told her. "You're gunna be ok."

The twins sat like that for a while. Hanna wrapped up in her brother's arms while they both cried. Moments or hours later a small chuckle could be heard. It was coming from Harry. His eyes glittered with joy and now that his eyes were dry his emotion escaped through his lips. It wasn't long before Hanna joined his laughter. Both twins laughed until Hanna's lungs gave out and she couldn't take anymore. Her laughter turned to racking coughs. Harry pulled back immediately, fear for his sister's health on his face. Hanna's face was red with exertion as she struggled to pull enough air into her lungs.

Dr. Liferna rushed into the cubical and cut in front of Harry. She laid a hand on Hanna's shoulder and looked into her eyes. "I need you to calm down," She told her in a gentle voice. "Look at me Hanna, just calm down. Take a deep breath and hold it…that's right, just like that Hanna. Now let it out and hold…that's good, now in again and hold…" The doctor continued that way for a while before Hanna had regained control over her breathing. She turned to Remus with a soft glare. "You are back here to keep them calm, I need to trust you to do so." She ordered.

Remus nodded slowly and the doctor left again. Hanna turned her eyes onto the werewolf and stared at him silently. The merriment was gone from her face and Harry could tell that she needed to have a deep conversation with the man. He leaned forward and wound his arms around his sister once more before leaving the cubical.

Hanna's eyes followed her twin as he left the cubical. As he passed from her line of sight she looked back to Remus. She was silent as Remus contemplated what he could possibly say to the girl. "I'm so sorry, Hanna." He said gently, he reached out a hand to touch her cheek but she jerked away, her eyes carefully averted. Remus sighed softly. "I know that I don't deserve it but for what it's worth, I am sorry."

"I forgave you a long time ago, Moony." Hanna whispered. Her big hazel eyes darted up to lock with the werewolf's. "It was just, I wish that you would've just turned around and looked at me when I called you…" Hanna trailed off, she couldn't talk about that moment.

Remus knew what Hanna wanted to say. When he had brought Hanna to the foster home he had talked with the man before going outside to kneel in front of Hanna's three-year-old form.

Tears were in Remus' eyes as he surveyed Hanna. She was watching him unsurely as he stroked her hair gently. "You're going to live here from now on, Hanna." He had told her softly. "You'll have a sister and a pair of brothers, won't that be fun?" He pulled her close. "Your parents loved you so much." He told her. "I love you too, Hanna, but I have to go now."

"Be back soon?" Hanna asked softly.

Tears dripped down Remus' face as he shook his head. "No Hanna." He said, "you won't see me ever again." He sighed and placed a kiss on her head before lifting her and putting her into Matt's arms. "Goodbye Hanna."

Remus turned and walked away, struggling to hide his tears. "Love you too, Moony!" Hanna's tiny voice called desperately. "No go! Da' No go!"

Pulled back to the present, Remus pressed his face into his hands trying to stay the tears. After a moment he looked back up to Hanna's gentle gaze. "I don't know what to tell you, Hanna." He admitted. "I-we thought it would be best if you were far away from us. I knew what I had to do, and if I would've turned and seen your face, my resolve would've broken." Remus squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. When he opened them, he laid a hand on Hanna's cheek and this time she let him. "I wish so badly that I would've turned around." Hanna remained silent, she continued to stare into Remus' eyes. "You do know, that if I suspected that you wouldn't be happy, I wouldn't have left you there, right?"

"How could you have known though?" Hanna demanded. "You never ever came to check, you know, every day for the longest time I got up when it was still dark and I would wait for you by the door but you never came!"

"I'm so sorry Hanna." Remus cried. The tears he had held at bay were now running down his face. He suddenly felt small arms wrap around his neck and he wrapped his arms around Hanna's lean form.

She laid her head on his shoulder so that her mouth was by his ear. "Don't leave me again." She whispered.

Remus shook his head quickly. "Never." He responded softly. "I promise you Hanna, I won't leave you alone again."

When Hanna had woken, Zach and the other children consented to be led down to Severus' quarters in the dungeons. Zach and the twins followed the potion's master with Amanda settled in Zach's arms. Severus arrived at the portrait of a stern-looking witch and quietly uttered a Latin phrase. The portrait slid to the side and Severus urged the children in. "Welcome to your home." He said. "For now, at least." He added as an after thought.

Zach had turned to stare into his father's face at his words. He scowled before being led to the room he would be sharing with Derrik and Harry. Severus showed them to the room and they looked around appreciatively. It was colored gently bud was still slightly masculine. Derrik nodded in approval and hurriedly claimed the top bunk. When

Zach saw that Derrik and Harry were getting along alright he slipped from the room.

He walked back to the living space where Severus was waiting for him. "You said that you would take them in." He hissed.

"Zachary, I fully intend to do so." Severus pacified quietly.

"Then why is this a temporary home?" Zach demanded, his good eye flashing dangerously.

"Before I officially file for custody, I want to insure that their parents aren't out there somewhere." Severus said. "Many families were torn apart by the Dark Lord's reign of terror." He explained gently, "Is it not the right thing to do to try to repair the families that we can?"

"We are a family!" Zach snapped, "and it is good enough for us, it always has been!"

"I know, Zach." Severus whispered. "But what if they have family that thinks that they are dead or worse?"

Zach nodded slowly, knowing that this man, his father, was right. "Amanda doesn't though." He whispered. "She was the result of a teen pregnancy, her mother just graduated two years ago."

Severus nodded, "I won't bother looking then." He said gently. "What about Derrik and Diana, do you know where they were from?"

Zach hesitated. "Their mother was French apparently, they never knew their father." He admitted.

"I know you don't want to see them go, Zach," Severus said. "But if they have their own family, their own parents, don't they deserve to see them, to be with them?"

Zach nodded. "I just never thought, that anything could separate us." He said. "Just the thought…it tears me up you know?"

Severus nodded and laid a hand on his sons shoulder. "I know, Zach, and it will be hard, undoubtedly so, but I just got my son back when I thought he was dead…I don't want to withhold that from other parents."

Zach stared at his father for a moment. "You…you thought that I was dead?" He asked softly. He looked up at Severus. Severus looked into his son's eyes. One was dark brown, nearly black, and the other was practically white but the both shone with desperation. He wanted to believe that his father was being honest.

Severus nodded sadly. "The day you and your mother went to the Christmas festival, there was a planned deatheater attack. I sent your mother a letter, to tell her, but I suppose that she never got it. I saw her get cursed, you were in her arms, I thought that the second spell hit you…I didn't know what was important then. The headmaster needed me acting as a spy, I couldn't blow my cover, I thought I had nothing left to fight for anyways…" He paused "I am so sorry, Zach…I should've done a million things differently. I never should have joined Voldemort, I never should have left you and your mother as often as I did."

Zach looked up at his father, shaking his head slowly. "I never blamed you…dad." He said softly.

Severus choked out a sob and wrapped his arms around his son…his son! "Oh Zach, I love you so much!" He exclaimed.