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SIX WEEKS LATER….

Harry decided that he officially hated buying presents for people that he should - and shouldn't - know.

He got Lily something that screamed her. It was a wand holster for Healers, with special ICW-only features. He would bet that she would find the note he stuck inside it within a week.

For James, well that one was tough, he was on rocky ground with James since Halloween. So, he magicked a picture of James and Harry that he had found in Grimmauld Place in his world. He knew for a fact (from James himself) that the house had caught fire after Harry's death and as such many of the pictures with the two had been destroyed. He put it in a frame and wrote a note to go with it.

Rose, well he had a little more leeway. He knew all about the fun parts of being a metamorphmagus so he got her a book: Disguises and Distortion - a guide to metamorphmagi. It was really useful and he had little doubt that she wouldn't like it.

James and Sirius were the terrible twins, so he got them Muggle prank books. After all, they couldn't use magic all of the time.

What he didn't know was that the other Potters were having a very difficult time shopping for him. James knew he was on the rocks with Harry and had tried to locate something with the Gryffindor Crest on it and came up empty. Eventually, he had found something - an advanced magical defense book that combined muggle martial arts and magic. He knew that Harry was a fairly good martial artist after Jamie had written him about seeing Harry practicing.

Lily found an advanced healing book and thought of his condition when he showed up and how he had self-diagnosed himself.

The twins got him some dungbombs - that would blow up in his face as soon as he opened the present.

Rose found a magical glass that would morph into any shape, was unbreakable, and could even glow any of the primary, secondary and tertiary colors.

o-0-O-0-o

He had considered staying at Hogwarts for Christmas only to be forbidden by Rose and had been sufficiently begged into going with her. He knew that he didn't have to worry about schoolwork as he'd already finished his and when he and the three Potters got into a compartment with Hermione and Luna they'd all talked amongst themselves.

He spent the remainder of the train ride in silence and eventually fallen asleep so that Rose had lightly pushed him to wake him up.

The Potters met him (as well as Sirius and Remus) at King's Cross.

Remus immediately noticed how… tired Harry looked. Of course, Rose explained that he had fallen asleep on the Hogwart's Express.

Three nights later….

Harry didn't know why he was up in the attic. He'd just wanted a chance to be alone. It didn't help when he knocked over a box and it opened to see… a Dementor?

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James watched as Lily took their three children out in order for them to buy a Christmas present for their daddy and buy a tree. He was feeling a little tired after a harrowing day at the office. He then heard the screams.

He ran upstairs and saw the door leading to the staircase of the attic was open. He ran up and saw… a Dementor? "Harry!" he yelled just in time for Harry's eyes to roll back into his head and he ran over to him to see his own worst fear… his sons and daughter - dead. "A bloody boggart!" he muttered before he muttered the counter-charm and banished it from the house.

When Harry didn't awake he took him downstairs and called for Moony and Padfoot via floo.

"What happened to him?" Remus asked as he stepped through, quickly followed by Sirius.

"Apparently we had a boggart in a box in the attic. Harry must've opened whatever it was in."

"And? Why's he out?"

"It turned into a Dementor, Sirius." James explained as his eyes clouded over and he visibly shuddered, "I've never heard someone scream like that."

"So a Boggart Dementor is just as powerful as a regular Dementor? Interesting." Remus said as they all glanced into the living room where James had laid Harry on the couch visible through the doorway.

They heard him groan and the three of them immediately walked over to him.

Harry awoke, sorta, "Dad…I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he cried out. "It's all my fault!"

James froze, "Harry, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is! He only attacked because of me!" Harry cried out before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell back against the pillow of the couch.

James's eyesight blurred and he knew he was tearing up, he sighed as he pulled a thin blanket over Harry and watched as a thick streak of purple made its way through his bangs.

"Come on, let's let him sleep." Remus said, ever the voice of reason.

They all nodded before they went into the kitchen.

"Do you think he'll be alright? I mean, he looks ill." Remus said.

"I'm sure that he'd say something if he was really ill." James reassured his friend.

"Really? He acts like Sirius used to in first year."

Sirius nodded, he remembered that year. He hadn't been able to trust anyone fully and seemed worried that his friends would leave him if they found out about his home life. "In a way, but we're at war."

"Sirius, its not that we're at war. It's that Lily and I are responsible for Harry now and I think he might be a little uncomfortable telling us anything. He's acting like… well like a muggleborn I know from the corp."

"Who?" Sirius asked, as everyone present knew that him being an Auror was a mere cover for being an Unspeakable. It was complicated but all he had to do was show up in the Auror office once a week and he was fine.

"Miranda Waighte, her parents were ashamed of her being magical. They were verbally abusive and she's never really been able to open up."

"You think he might have been…"

James nodded reluctantly, "He's… well, he's dark. It's almost as though he expects us to die or leave him or something. I want him to be able to at least tell me if he's sick."

Remus nodded and it became uncomfortable so Sirius butted in, "What was up with him calling you dad?"

James sighed, Sirius never learned subtlety. "He said that I look like his dad. Although his dad had red hair and green eyes. He doesn't even know that for sure as he knows his father to have been a metamorphagus like he is."

Sirius nodded his head sympathetically, "That sucks. That royally sucks."

"Yes, but if he knows his mother to have been… well similar to him then maybe he just received a couple of aspects from his father. His eyes, for instance." Remus interjected.

"His eyes?"

"I have asked him about his base form. He grinned before he showed me eyes that were AK green. I asked if they were real and he said yes."

"AK green? Like Lily's eyes?"

"Similar but not quite. His are much more intense. They seem to judge while Lily's seem to accept."

"Sounds like a Slytherin." Sirius dully commented.

"Great, Sirius." he said as they saw Lil pull into the drive with the children.

Sirius nodded as they ran out to meet Lily and the three children.

"Uncle Sirius!" the twins called before they tackled their uncle while Rose skipped over to Remus and gave him a hug.

"What are the two of you doing here?" Lily asked. "And where's Harry?"

James smiled guiltily, "Lily, did you know that we have a boggart in our attic?"

"No."

"Neither did I."

Lily froze before she realized what James was saying, "You don't mean that-"

"His boggart is a Dementor. Scariest thing I ever saw. He's still out."

"Out? You mean unconscious?" she asked as she took out her wand.

"Yes." he said as she stormed past him and into the house where Harry was trying to sit up.

"Oh no you don't mister! You will lay back down and let me look you over!" she ordered.

Harry was immediately laying back down, 'Why do red headed mothers always yell without yelling?' he thought as he lay back down. "Yes ma'am." he said meekly.

She completed her scan.

"Might I go now?" he asked as he tried to sit up only to see her glare at him so he quickly lay back down.

She looked at him, "You have a fever."

Harry frowned, "I do?"

"Yes! You do! When was the last time you got an adequate amount of sleep?"

"Pardon?"

"More than seven hours."

Harry frowned, "Er, summer?"

She glared, really glared, at him. "Bed. Now."

"What?" he asked.

"Bed. Now."

Harry looked at her, and then to James who walked through the door. "I can't be that bad."

"You have a fever and it's a little too high for you to be doing anything other than being in bed." she said. "Go."

"But-"

"Do I need to force you?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips.

"No... But I'm fine…." he stammered.

"Your fever is 39.5! You are not FINE!" (this is Celsius, over 100 degrees Fahrenheit)

"It's a bit high, it's no big deal!" he protested.

"Bed. Now." she said before she saw James. "Help."

Harry looked at him with begging eyes, seeming to ask him to help him get out of the mess he had gotten himself into.

"You'd better go to bed before she forces you to." he said as he saw the look on his wife's face.

Harry sighed, "Fine. But I haven't needed parents for thirteen years. This is …" he said before he turned to the stairs. "Weird." he said as he ascended the stairs and went to his room where he stripped down to boxers and put on a wifebeater before he crawled underneath the covers. He didn't bother adding a charm or two as he knew that it would impair his ability. He did, however, send a message to Loki.

Loki,

Sicker than a dog.

Gryffin

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