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The betrayal.
After having stormed out of the hospital wing, Harry went to look for Ron and Hermione, knowing he needed to leave the castle for a few hours in order to calm down. He quickly made his way into the gryffindor common room and watched with a little amusement as Mrs Weasley fussed over her son. Griffin wore an annoyed look that cleared up as soon as he saw Harry.
"Dragon! Was everything alright with Sirius?" Harry's face darkened and he scowled.
"No, we got into a fight again. I don't want to talk about it. Could we go now, please." His friends nodded and stood up. The common room had become deathly silent. Hermione noticed this and smiled as reassuringly as possible at her parents and at the Weasleys.
"Don't worry, we promise we'll be back tomorrow. We just need to do something." They all nodded and the three teenagers left. Harry hurried them along, wanting to be out. Once they walked out of the Hogwarts grounds, they went to Hogsmeade for a while, knowing they couldn't do what they intended while everyone was still up.
Several hours later the trio apparated to the graveyard where Harry's parents were buried. They were relieved to see no one was around, it would have been difficult to explain their presence. Silently they walked around looking for the graves till Hermione glimpsed them at one secluded side of the graveyard. Motioning to their two friends she started to walk towards there, obviously someone had been taking care about them, they were full of flowers and clean. They looked at the graves for a while, paying their respects to them, then Harry slowly rose a hand, and with a flick of his wrist the two stones covering the graves had disappeared and the earth had been removed. Two bodies floated out of the holes, They were without doubt the ones they had been looking for. Harry floated them to the ground and the three bend over them. Hermione took out one of the vials that held the silver potion and dumped it through the throat of the woman while Ron did the same with the man. Just as they stood up the two bodies began to breath again. Silently the teenagers waited for any signs of awakening, but there were not. Finally Hermione sighed.
"We should go, it's no use staying here, we have no idea when they will wake up." Dragon nodded and bend down to pick up his mother while Griffin did the same with his father. Hermione covered the graves up again and the three disapparated. Quickly they made their way back to the Gryffindor tower, passing an empty classroom Dragon saw Sirius sitting on the desk sleeping soundly. He debated with himself what to do, but finally he sighed, gave his mother to Hermione and motioned for his friends to keep going to the tower. Nodding in understanding they did as he had asked and disappeared around the corner. Harry sighed, slightly annoyed and entered the room. Carefully he levitated his godfather out of his seat, and began to float him back to the hospital wing. He was putting him in bed when Madame Pomfrey entered.
"Oh, Harry, I thought you had left." Harry looked at her slightly irritated.
"Phoenix, Griffin and I had something to do. What was he doing out of the hospital wing, I thought you wanted him here till tomorrow." The nurse shrugged, starting to check out her patient.
"He went to look after you." Harry cursed.
"Damn, why did he want to see me?"
"I have no idea Harry. Remus told me he thought he wanted to apologise because you got in a fight but that he couldn't find you. I asked Remus to bring him here but he said Sirius refused." Harry frowned and sighed.
"I need to go, will you call me when he wakes up?"
"Certainly dear, go sleep now, you don't look so good." Harry smirked quietly to himself, he was sure he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.
The gryffindor tower was quite, everyone had seemingly gone to sleep early seeing as the next day was Christmas. Harry slipped up the stairs and into the sixth year bedroom where Ron and Hermione were waiting with the unconscious forms of his parents.
"Hey." Both teenagers looked at him and smiled. "Still no change?" They shook their heads and Harry sat down on his bed and stretched out.
"Dragon?"
"Yes Phoenix?"
"How's Sirius doing?" Harry shrugged.
"I'm not sure. He went looking for me but we had already left. I don't think he took it very well."
"Things don't seem to work out for you, Dragon."
"Does that surprise you? They never do." His friends looked sadly at him but he brushed their looks of. "At least this seems to be working." Griffin and Phoenix nodded and looked back at the beds holding the Potters.
It was nearly four in the morning when James began to give signs of gaining consciousness, Griffin had just returned from the kitchens with three mugs of strong coffee when the raven haired man blinked. Hermione was at his side in an instant, she began to check him out while the man slowly awakened. James didn't know what to think at first, he could feel gentle hands checking his pulse but he couldn't bring himself to fully open his eyes. He was trying to remember where he was and what had happened, his mind seemed to be very drowsy, as if waking from a long sleep. Carefully he tried to get up, but gentle hands restrained him and a soft, feminine voice told him to stay still. After a while the hands that had been checking him out left his body and a cup was pressed against his lips. Seeing he didn't have much of a choice he drank the contents of the cup. Immediately he felt much better, his thoughts cleared up and he could open his eyes. Now he remembered, Voldemort had attacked them, then he frowned, he was pretty sure he had been hit by the killing curse, but he didn't feel dead, at least he thought so. The frown deepened when he recognised the place he was. He was lying on a bed in the gryffindors tower. Once again he tried to sit up and this time the hands didn't restrain him but actually helped him settle into a big pillow that had appeared behind him. He looked up at the person who was helping him and was quite startled to see it was just a teenager.
"Mm hello." His voice was dry, as if he hadn't used it for a long time. The girl at his side handed him a cool cup with water that shoot his throat. Finally, after he had drunk two full cups, he looked at the girl again. "Hello." This time the girl smiled gently at him and took the cup.
"Hello Mr Potter. How are you feeling?"
"Fine, a little strange, but fine." The girl laughed softly.
"That's good to hear, and don't worry about feeling strange, after having been 'dead' for fourteen years we couldn't expect less." James gapped at her and sank back into his pillows.
"Fourteen years?"
"Yes, it has been that long since Voldemort attacked and killed you and your wife. She's on the other bed, by the way, we expect her to wake up shortly." James looked at the other bed and indeed saw Lily sleeping peacefully in it. He was happy to know he was back alive and that she was too, but a sudden fear ran through his body.
"What about Harry? What has happened to my baby son?" Someone laughed softly from the other side of the room, soon joined by a second voice and the girl.
"Well, Mr Potter, I would hardly call your sixteen year old son a baby, but he's over there, seems to be more comfortable in the shadows than at your side." An indignant voice sounded from where the laughs had come.
"I resent that, I want to be at his side, just didn't want to shock him to dead." A boy stepped out of the shadows and James felt his jaw drop. The boy approaching the bed looked just like him. In the dim light of the room he could barely make out his son's green eyes.
"Harry?" It was just a whisper, but his son smiled gently down at him before sitting on the bed.
"Yes, I'm Harry, and these are my friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley." A redhaired boy came from the shadows and joined the girl next to the bed. James looked at his briefly but then centred his attention back at Harry. Slowly he rose a shaking hand and he gently caressed the boys check, making him smile wider. Slowly, James drew his son into a hug, Harry didn't resist and soon he was laying on the bed next to his father with his face buried in the man's shoulder sobbing softly.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
The betrayal.
After having stormed out of the hospital wing, Harry went to look for Ron and Hermione, knowing he needed to leave the castle for a few hours in order to calm down. He quickly made his way into the gryffindor common room and watched with a little amusement as Mrs Weasley fussed over her son. Griffin wore an annoyed look that cleared up as soon as he saw Harry.
"Dragon! Was everything alright with Sirius?" Harry's face darkened and he scowled.
"No, we got into a fight again. I don't want to talk about it. Could we go now, please." His friends nodded and stood up. The common room had become deathly silent. Hermione noticed this and smiled as reassuringly as possible at her parents and at the Weasleys.
"Don't worry, we promise we'll be back tomorrow. We just need to do something." They all nodded and the three teenagers left. Harry hurried them along, wanting to be out. Once they walked out of the Hogwarts grounds, they went to Hogsmeade for a while, knowing they couldn't do what they intended while everyone was still up.
Several hours later the trio apparated to the graveyard where Harry's parents were buried. They were relieved to see no one was around, it would have been difficult to explain their presence. Silently they walked around looking for the graves till Hermione glimpsed them at one secluded side of the graveyard. Motioning to their two friends she started to walk towards there, obviously someone had been taking care about them, they were full of flowers and clean. They looked at the graves for a while, paying their respects to them, then Harry slowly rose a hand, and with a flick of his wrist the two stones covering the graves had disappeared and the earth had been removed. Two bodies floated out of the holes, They were without doubt the ones they had been looking for. Harry floated them to the ground and the three bend over them. Hermione took out one of the vials that held the silver potion and dumped it through the throat of the woman while Ron did the same with the man. Just as they stood up the two bodies began to breath again. Silently the teenagers waited for any signs of awakening, but there were not. Finally Hermione sighed.
"We should go, it's no use staying here, we have no idea when they will wake up." Dragon nodded and bend down to pick up his mother while Griffin did the same with his father. Hermione covered the graves up again and the three disapparated. Quickly they made their way back to the Gryffindor tower, passing an empty classroom Dragon saw Sirius sitting on the desk sleeping soundly. He debated with himself what to do, but finally he sighed, gave his mother to Hermione and motioned for his friends to keep going to the tower. Nodding in understanding they did as he had asked and disappeared around the corner. Harry sighed, slightly annoyed and entered the room. Carefully he levitated his godfather out of his seat, and began to float him back to the hospital wing. He was putting him in bed when Madame Pomfrey entered.
"Oh, Harry, I thought you had left." Harry looked at her slightly irritated.
"Phoenix, Griffin and I had something to do. What was he doing out of the hospital wing, I thought you wanted him here till tomorrow." The nurse shrugged, starting to check out her patient.
"He went to look after you." Harry cursed.
"Damn, why did he want to see me?"
"I have no idea Harry. Remus told me he thought he wanted to apologise because you got in a fight but that he couldn't find you. I asked Remus to bring him here but he said Sirius refused." Harry frowned and sighed.
"I need to go, will you call me when he wakes up?"
"Certainly dear, go sleep now, you don't look so good." Harry smirked quietly to himself, he was sure he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.
The gryffindor tower was quite, everyone had seemingly gone to sleep early seeing as the next day was Christmas. Harry slipped up the stairs and into the sixth year bedroom where Ron and Hermione were waiting with the unconscious forms of his parents.
"Hey." Both teenagers looked at him and smiled. "Still no change?" They shook their heads and Harry sat down on his bed and stretched out.
"Dragon?"
"Yes Phoenix?"
"How's Sirius doing?" Harry shrugged.
"I'm not sure. He went looking for me but we had already left. I don't think he took it very well."
"Things don't seem to work out for you, Dragon."
"Does that surprise you? They never do." His friends looked sadly at him but he brushed their looks of. "At least this seems to be working." Griffin and Phoenix nodded and looked back at the beds holding the Potters.
It was nearly four in the morning when James began to give signs of gaining consciousness, Griffin had just returned from the kitchens with three mugs of strong coffee when the raven haired man blinked. Hermione was at his side in an instant, she began to check him out while the man slowly awakened. James didn't know what to think at first, he could feel gentle hands checking his pulse but he couldn't bring himself to fully open his eyes. He was trying to remember where he was and what had happened, his mind seemed to be very drowsy, as if waking from a long sleep. Carefully he tried to get up, but gentle hands restrained him and a soft, feminine voice told him to stay still. After a while the hands that had been checking him out left his body and a cup was pressed against his lips. Seeing he didn't have much of a choice he drank the contents of the cup. Immediately he felt much better, his thoughts cleared up and he could open his eyes. Now he remembered, Voldemort had attacked them, then he frowned, he was pretty sure he had been hit by the killing curse, but he didn't feel dead, at least he thought so. The frown deepened when he recognised the place he was. He was lying on a bed in the gryffindors tower. Once again he tried to sit up and this time the hands didn't restrain him but actually helped him settle into a big pillow that had appeared behind him. He looked up at the person who was helping him and was quite startled to see it was just a teenager.
"Mm hello." His voice was dry, as if he hadn't used it for a long time. The girl at his side handed him a cool cup with water that shoot his throat. Finally, after he had drunk two full cups, he looked at the girl again. "Hello." This time the girl smiled gently at him and took the cup.
"Hello Mr Potter. How are you feeling?"
"Fine, a little strange, but fine." The girl laughed softly.
"That's good to hear, and don't worry about feeling strange, after having been 'dead' for fourteen years we couldn't expect less." James gapped at her and sank back into his pillows.
"Fourteen years?"
"Yes, it has been that long since Voldemort attacked and killed you and your wife. She's on the other bed, by the way, we expect her to wake up shortly." James looked at the other bed and indeed saw Lily sleeping peacefully in it. He was happy to know he was back alive and that she was too, but a sudden fear ran through his body.
"What about Harry? What has happened to my baby son?" Someone laughed softly from the other side of the room, soon joined by a second voice and the girl.
"Well, Mr Potter, I would hardly call your sixteen year old son a baby, but he's over there, seems to be more comfortable in the shadows than at your side." An indignant voice sounded from where the laughs had come.
"I resent that, I want to be at his side, just didn't want to shock him to dead." A boy stepped out of the shadows and James felt his jaw drop. The boy approaching the bed looked just like him. In the dim light of the room he could barely make out his son's green eyes.
"Harry?" It was just a whisper, but his son smiled gently down at him before sitting on the bed.
"Yes, I'm Harry, and these are my friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley." A redhaired boy came from the shadows and joined the girl next to the bed. James looked at his briefly but then centred his attention back at Harry. Slowly he rose a shaking hand and he gently caressed the boys check, making him smile wider. Slowly, James drew his son into a hug, Harry didn't resist and soon he was laying on the bed next to his father with his face buried in the man's shoulder sobbing softly.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
