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WARNING: Angst, character death. Homophobic ideas and language.

Chapter 10

The press at the hospital was more respectful, at least they were not shouting at them. The noise caused by hundreds of camera shutters was loud in that silence. Tony had his arm around Harry's waist.

Harry was stone -faced. He was so nervous, he felt sick. They were shown to the 'Lord's Wing' by a hospital administrator. Tony was planning to wait in the waiting room, and meet Lord Potter later, if at all.

"I'll be right out here if you need me, love." Tony said, kissing Harry on the cheek. Harry smiled shakily at him, and gave him a quick hug. Two nurses stood to the side, giggling quietly at the scene, but the janitor behind them was scowling at them. Disgust written on his weathered face.

Harry saw him, and kissed Tony quickly, then raised an eyebrow at the man, begging him to say something. He was basically spoiling for a fight. The man gave him a dirty look, and walked away, pushing his broom.

Walking into the private room of his father, Harry was shocked at the sight of him. His father had always been a powerful man, with a tall, muscular build. Seeing his father reduced to this was horrible. His thick head of hair was gone, replaced by thin strings of peach fuzz. His once strong body had been ravaged by the cancer. He was skeletal, so thin, that his paper-thin skin was stretched over his bones. He was ghastly pale, his eyes dark with pain.

James turned his head as they entered, but Harry stayed far away from the bed. "Hello, Father." He said, awkwardly.

"Oh, Harrison. You being so uncomfortable talking to me, breaks my heart." James said, voice weak.

"Who's fault is that?" Harry snapped, unable to hold it in.

"Mine. Only mine. I was a fool." James said, then starting to stare off in the distance. "I never treated you the way I should, after your Mother died. She would be so angry with me." He said, closing his eyes.

"Why?" Harry asked quietly, voice strangled.

James opened his eyes, and looked right at Harry. "I blamed you for her death." He said, dropping the bomb on him.

"What?" Both Harry and Sirius exclaimed in shock.

"We told you your Mother died in a robbery gone wrong, but it wasn't. It was a kidnapping attempt. Some crazy man was trying to get to you, and hold you for ransom later. She stood in front of you, and protected you. I know I would have done the same, but I lost my rationality when I lost Lily. I blamed you for her death." James said, causing Harry's heart to break. "I blamed you in my grief. You were a convenient target." He rasped out.

Harry felt the tears falling down his face. He had always wondered why his Father had barely acknowledged him. Now he knew the truth.

"It wasn't your fault, Harry. That was all Tom Riddle's fault. You were just a baby. I know for a fact, that Lily would always put your survival before her own. She loved you more than her own life." Sirius said, putting his arms around Harry.

"He's right. I would have done the same, but I was irrational in my grief." James whispered. He was losing strength quickly. "I love you - even if you are a queer." He said. He wanted Harry to know he loved him before he died.

Harry sucked in a breath, and broke away from Sirius. "I love you too. Even if you are a bigot. I had hoped that was just to push me away." Harry said, disappointed.

"What you are doing is unnatural. I will never agree with it, but I love you in spite of it. Just promise me. Promise me you will have an Heir with our bloodline." James gasped out, his breathing becoming more shallow.

Harry scowled. "I promise you I will have a child to love." He couldn't believe what his Father was saying. His eyes burned with tears of hurt, and disappointment.

James tried to take a breath, but was unable. He closed his eyes, gasping. "Be happy. I lo-" He said, but broke off coughing. His head fell back against the bed, and flopped to the side. A monitor to the side started going off, but Harry just stood there. He was in shock.

A group of Doctors and Nurses rushed in, pushing him to the side. They started CPR, but Harry just stood there. Sirius grabbed him, pulling him out of the room. "You don't need to see this." Sirius said.

As soon as they were in the waiting room, Tony rushed over, wrapping his arms around Harry. He had seen the rush to Lord Potter's room, and he knew it wasn't good. "It's ok, baby. It will be alright." Tony said, trying to soothe him. He held him closer, until a Doctor came in.

"Lord Potter-Black. I am sorry, there was nothing we could do. You were lucky that he survived long enough to see him. He was a very sick man." The Doctor said, patting his hand.

"Yeah. Lucky." Harry said, sitting and burying his head in his hands.

"Thank you, Doctor Stone." Sirius said. He wasn't sure how to feel. His former best friend (practically brother) was dead, and he was upset about that. However, his ex friend had hurt Harry over and over in his life, and now, even at his death. He was angry about that.

He was conflicted. He wasn't the only one.