*Coughs* Well, that was an interesting chapter. An interesting night as well. Ouch! Anyway, this is my first attempt at a song Lyric story. Mark Shultz's 'He's my son'. If you don't like it, that is fine.*
School had started and it wasn't until the first quarter of the school year, before Harry used the cloak his father had given him. It was at Christmas. A strange change was happening to Harry. Ron and Hermione had started noticing it a couple days before, but now it was terrifying them. Harry was in bed with an unknown disease according to the nurse. His head was on fire, his stomach couldn't hold anything, and his veins were swollen. Sirius had been called and had joined in on finding a cure. It was after the nurse had left to get some more medicine, that Harry suggested that they use it as he coughed. They had all kneeled down by him and had thrown the cloak over them. It had worked perfectly.
The house smelled of lilacs as they arrived in front of a mirror. It appeared they had come through it. Remus was found in the living room reading and was immediately told what was going on. He had remained calm and had told them all to leave Harry, that he knew what was wrong. He hadn't even looked at him. When Sirius questioned him, Remus had told them that Harry was also an Alpha and that this was a common disease. So, after much persuasion, they had left the father and son to themselves. Mostly the father, the son had gone unconscious.
Remus had barely lived through this disease, but he had had Lily there beside him. She had sung to him, and he had felt better, even in his troubled dreams. He could only hope his song would save his son.
"I'm down on my knees again tonight," He began. "I'm hoping this prayer will turn out right." He smiled at the sleeping boy.
"See there is a boy that needs your help, I've done all that I can do myself.
Remus thought of how Lily would have acted. How she was probably looking down on them and worrying.
"His mother is tired,
I'm sure you can understand.
Each night as he sleeps
She goes in to hold his hand
And she tries not to cry
As the tears fill her eyes"
As Remus looked at the ceiling, all he could do was pray that God would take care of him, there wasn't medicine for this.
"Can you hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can you see him?
Can you make him feel all right?
If you can hear me
Let me take his place somehow
See, he's not just anyone
He's my son"
Remus remembered watching Harry sleep after a long day of working for his aunt and uncle. He remembered when Harry would come into his room in tears.
"Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep
I dream of the boy he'd like to be
I try to be strong and see him through
But God who he needs right now is You
Let him grow old
Live life without fear
What would I be
Living without him here
He's so tired and he's scared
Let him know that You're there."
The father sang into the night, watching and praying for his son. The angels watched in wonder at the scene. Such faith the father has, some said. While others quietly commented that that was the father they wanted to see in others. Unconditional love.
