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Chapter 9

The next morning, they got up early. They got dressed quietly, and went downstairs for breakfast. There was a sideboard that had silver chafing dishes lined up. They were all filled with various breakfast foods, and there were teapots and a carafe of coffee on the table. Kurt grabbed a yogurt, along with some fresh fruit. Harry got bacon, eggs and toast. They each got the drink of their choice, then started eating. Dobby came in with the papers, and Harry started reading them. Kurt noticed a picture of Harry and him holding hands walking out of the airport. "That's on the front page?" Kurt asked, aghast. "Yes. We will be in the papers daily while we are here." Harry said.

"Ah! Good morning." Sirius said. "Good morning." Harry and Kurt said. "Don't they have more important things to report?" Kurt asked, continuing their earlier conversation. "Sure they do, but those things don't sell papers. The fact that I am a gay noble that spurned Camebridge to go to University in the US, and the family problems are enough to make me very interesting to the general public." Harry said, taking a drink of his tea. "You think this is bad? You should have seen the press coverage of Harry's having come out! It was ridiculous! You couldn't spit without hitting a camera." Sirius said. He had put on a pair of reading glasses, and was reading one of the other papers.

"Loved you in that Single Ladies leotard, by the way." He said cheekily. "WHAT!" Kurt screached. How did they know about that? "What are you talking about, Siri?" Harry asked, looking alarmed at Kurt's freak out. "Oh, they dug into Kurt's background weeks ago, and got a picture off of Facebook." Sirius said. Kurt looked shocked and angry. How could they print that without his dad's permission? "I'll bet you looked hot, though." Harry said, trying to calm Kurt down. "That's not the point! I did though." Kurt said. Harry and Sirius laughed, and the sound lightened Kurt's spirits slightly. Dobby came in, shortly therafter. "The car is here, Sir." He said. "Let's go." Sirius said, taking one last drink of his coffee. The three accepted their coats from Dobby, then stepped outside. "Harrison! Harrison! What do you think about your father's dying?" "Do you think he still hates your lifestyle? Are you introducing your gay lover to him to rub it in his face?" Several reporters called out impertinant questions. Kurt couldn't believe their gall!

They got in the car, and Harry's face was mottled red. "How dare they! A man is dying, and they are still bringing up my sexuality?" Harry hissed in anger. "Don't let them rile you up, son. They want a reaction that they can twist into something else, then print it." Sirius said, twisting around from the front seat. "You've gotten used to a softer press, being in America. Just pretend they are not there." He said. Harry just sat back and set his jaw. Kurt just leaned over and put his head on Harry's shoulder. No matter how hard his coming out, and subsequant life was, at least he didn't have the nation's press commenting on it! They arrived at the hospital a little while later. Harry was stone faced, but he had seemed to calm down under Kurt's gentle comfort. The press at the hospital was just taking pictures, but were not shouting anything, much to their relief. Once inside, they were shown to the 'Lord's Wing' by a hospital administrator. Kurt decided to stay outside for the initial meeting. He was shown to a waiting room after giving Harry a reassuring hug.

Harry was so anxious he felt sick. He followed Sirius into the room, and was taken aback at the sight of his father. The last time he had seen his dad, he had been strong looking, with a powerful build. The man he was looking at now, looked anything but powerful. His messy hair was all gone, only peach fuzz remained. He was skeletal looking, emaciated. His normally tanned skin was nearly transparent and pale. Harry swallowed when his father turned his head towards the door. "Harry." He said, voice weak. "I'm glad you came. Come here." He said, patting his bed weakly. "Father." Harry said, slightly hoarse. He approached the bed, slowly. "You wanted to see me?"

"Oh, Harry. You being so uncomfortable with me breaks my heart."James said, sadly. "Whose fault is that?" Harry snapped. He wasn't going to let his father make him feel guilty for his own actions! "Mine. Only mine. I was a fool." He said, looking off into the distance. "I never treated you like I should have, after your mother died. She would be so angry with me." James said, swallowing heavily. "I pushed you away because of grief. It wasn't right, but I did." He said. "I know you loved mom, but what does that have to do with me?" Harry asked. He had always wondered why his father barely acknowledged him.

"I blamed you for Lily's death." James said, to the shock of Sirius and Harry. "She was protecting you, when she died. We told you that she was robbed and killed, but she was really killed protecting you from a kidnapping attempt." He rasped out. "I would have done the same in her place, but I was irrational in my grief. You were a convenient target." James said. Harry had tears running down his face. "It wasn't your fault in the least, Harry." Sirius said, putting his arm around Harry. "You hated me. For something that happened when I was 15 months old." Harry said in disbelief. "Were you just waiting for a reason to kick me out? Or are you a bigot too?" Harry asked. "Harry, I will never agree with you being a queer. I can over look it because you are my son. I don't hate you. It's just unnatural." James said. "Well, that's real big of you. Despite me being an unnatural queer, you still love me." He said sarcastically. "I feel all warm and fuzzy, now." Harry said, shrugging off Sirius' arm. "All I ever wanted was your love and attention. I did everything I could to get it. You ruined my childhood with your actions! If it makes you feel better," Harry started sarcastically "I still love you, even if you are a horrible bigot. I'm gonna get some air." He said, leaving the room.