A/N: *bow* to Lizz for beta reading. Thank you.

Chapter 3

St. Mungo's was a quiet but eerie place. All of its walls and windows were painted white, without any decoration to ease the Spartan atmosphere. Harry hated St. Mungo's. He could not begin to think of how Sirius could survive living in the hospital for more than a day, let alone for three months. But hey, the man had survived Azkaban for twelve years!

"You are truly brave, Sirius." Harry smiled at his godfather, who was eating Mrs. Weasley's homemade cakes ravenously, as if he hadn't eaten for months (which might have been true, considering the yucky food the hospital provided for its inhabitants). Sirius was half sitting, propped by pillows, as it was still too tiring for him to sit upright. Ron and Hermione decided to wait outside to give Harry more space to talk about his problem with Sirius.

Sirius only raised an eyebrow, waiting for Harry's remark, since his mouth was full.

Harry laughed. "You've survived months in this horrid place. Even Snape's classroom isn't as hellish."

"'Really?" Sirius mumbled and grabbed another piece of fruitcake.

"Yeah." Harry smiled. He was truly glad to see that Sirius had improved, considering how bad he had been after the Battle. The animagus had been in a coma for weeks, scaring the hell out of his godson and his friends. Truthfully, Harry wouldn't know what he would do if Sirius, the only person closest as a parent to him, was gone too.

'Parent.' Harry sighed inwardly, reminded of his earlier predicament.  

"Sirius," Harry said carefully after Sirius finished all his cakes in a considerably short amount of time.

"Yes?"

"Er…I've got something to ask you."

"Ok," Sirius said cheerfully, not noticing Harry's uneasiness.

"Please don't be mad or something, though." Harry wondered if Sirius even knew the truth. Remus didn't. Besides, Sirius would have told him if he knew. Oh, God. He wondered if he should even tell Sirius, as he wasn't yet well. But it was too late now. Sirius would never give up until he knew what Harry wanted to tell him in the first place.

Sirius frowned. "'Course not. Why should I?"

"It's rather weird." Weird was the understatement of the year.

"Okay…?" Now the animagus noticed that something was wrong, very wrong. It was highly unusual for his godson to show such high amount of discomfiture. Like the way Harry was cracking his knuckles, for example. Sirius had only seen him do this once, when preparing for the final battle. "What's wrong, Harry?"

"Hermione found something…" There, he crackled his knuckles again. Harry didn't even meet his eyes. Something was VERY wrong here.

"What did she find?" Sirius's curiosity peaked to unbearable height.

"I…well… I… was not…"

"Yes?"

"I'm not my parents's son," Harry mumbled hastily.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I am not my parents's son."

Silence.

"What?" Sirius said calmly. Too calmly. "WHAT?!"

Harry winced.

"How… how?" Sirius was stuttering.

"My blood type doesn't fit with my parents'. There is no way I can have an AB type if both my mom and dad have the A type." Mom and Dad? Do I have the right to call them that now?

Sirius took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself. "Harry, are you sure it isn't a mistake?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't see how it could possibly be a mistake. The medical records are pretty clear. And both of the Muggle and Wizarding ones state the same thing: both of my parents had blood type A, and mine is AB."

"How do you know about blood type thing?"

"'Mione told me. She had been studying genetic from Muggle and Wizarding medical books."

Sirius snorted. "That's Hermione for you, always knows all."

"Yeah." Harry absentmindedly flattened Sirius's sheet. "I freaked out at Remus, you know," he said rather sheepishly.

"I don't blame you."

"So? You know something about it?"

"Actually, yes."

"What?!"

Sirius sighed deeply. "Harry, are you sure you want to know?"

"Of course I do! Don't you think I have the right to know who my parents are? What do you think, I'll be happy to live my entire life in a LIE? How could you, Sirius? You knew, but never told me anything! How could you?!"

"Harry, calm down!"

"No… You lied to me!" Harry was beyond angry.

"I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

Sirius took a deep breath again. "Look, I was sworn to secrecy, all right? I should have kept this until you're twenty one, or until something significant happened."

"Does a 'something significant' include me finding out by myself?"

Sirius rubbed his forehead. "Maybe."

"Then you can tell me. It won't break your oath." Harry stood beside his godfather and folded his arms, waiting.

"All right all right. God, I don't even know how to start."

"Start with who, then."

Sirius shook his head. "No. No. Let's start from why."

"Okay."

"Sit."

Harry sat.

"Okay… well… Oh God, this is hard. Okay, first of all, James and Lily DO love each other. They did not betray each other or anything of that sort."

Harry nodded.

"They married and everything was perfect. Only one thing though, Lily was infertile, though her womb was completely healthy. It was a rare case of infertility, which sometimes happens in Muggle-born witches. Maybe that is why the purebloods look down at them, I'm not sure.

"They both desperately wanted a child. And when I said desperately, I really mean DESPERATELY, so desperate that they decided to use some kind of Dark Magic. A magic that allowed Lily to be a surrogate mother, carrying a child that was not hers. You surely know about surrogate mothers, don't you?"

Harry nodded. He had heard about it once while he watched the telly in Mrs. Figg's house.

"Well, so they needed another person to donate his seed."

"Seed? Do you mean sperm? From a male?" Harry said disbelievingly. 

"Yes. You see, in order to commit this hazardous task, they needed a potion, the name of which I forgot. Too long and it's in Greek. " Sirius added wryly, recalling his dreadful Ancient Runes professor. "Anyway, this potion was basically designed for male couples who wanted to have children on their own. So, the main ingredients would be seeds from two males, not a sperm and an egg cell."

"Okay…" Dear Merlin, this was getting weirder and weirder. Harry had known there were many unthinkable things that could be done in the Wizarding World. He just never thought the eccentricity could extent to *this*.  And he was part of it. A child between two males.

"One of your fathers is James of course."

"And the other?"

"Are you sure you wanna know? Ignorance really IS bliss, you know. Especially in this case."

Uh oh.

"Yes."

"Well, in that case…"

"Who, Sirius? Is he you?"

"James asked me, and I agreed. But then something happened."

"What?"

"Snape took over."

Harry almost fainted.

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(tbc)

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