A/N: I know this is not very long, but I am having a bit of trouble scheduling writing in. The story really starts to move faster soon, so I thought I would get this part out of the way quickly.

I do have one thing else I would like to say, and it is to Ellsie: I was kind of glad to get you review, because you stuck up for something you believed was correct. However, I was disappointed that you did not first wait for the meeting between Devlin and James, because then, you would have realized how much he still does love them. He did see his parents in the mirror, but he was even far older them 11 when he turned into the baby, a lot has happened since then. If Harry Potter had been placed, not with his aunt and uncle, but with someone who loved him and told him of his parents, do you think he would have seen his parents in the mirror? Or you do think he would have had other dreams, because some cared enough to explain his parent to him?

We are shaped how we live; Devlin hasn't lived with his Aunt and Uncle this time around. Still, I am glad to see you were not afraid to say what you thought. Thank you, Ellsie I enjoyed replaying to this.

ON WITH THE STORY.

Devlin desperately wanted for this room to have some color, a book, a picture, something he could ask about, or change the subject to. But there was nothing, only empty white chairs, and a just as crisply white bed. The metal of the bed frame seemed so off, in the world of white, as did Godric's blue tunic, and Sirius's leather jacket.

He chewed on his bottom lip again, a habit he had wanted to quite many, and more then eight, years ago.

Devlin gazed at the man, his father, for a long time. He symbolized two things to Devlin; a life which he left, a world were he had killed, even if it had been a monster, and a family he had dreamed about since a small child. The two emotions battled out in his chest; rushing and ramming at each other until Devlin was not sure which one was winning.

Just do it, a small voice whispered. How? Another cried desperately. Your name. It answered, so Devlin stepped forward, and held out his hand to James Potter.

"Hello..." He said, giving the mans eyes a quick, direct stare. "My named is Devlin McClain, but before they called me that; I was Harry Potter." When he had said he was Devlin the man had seemed to draw into himself. He knew whom I looked like; Devlin thought, and he thought he was wrong once again.

Then, when he had said he had been Harry, the man had seemed almost unwilling to believe it, while at the same time desperate too.

"Harry?" His voice was horse, as if he had forced the word out without first inhaling. Devlin nodded, and then suddenly shook his head; Godric stared in amusement at the two gestures.

"I was Harry, but...everyone calls me Devlin now." Faintly, James smiled; he cared little at that moment what Harry called himself.

"Devlin..." James seemed to be testing the name, all the while his smile growing. "Its nice to see you again." He said, and tears were brimming behind his glasses now.

Kneeled down to Devlin's level, and reached a hand out to the boys face. When Devlin did not protest at the contact, he pulled the boy into a firm embrace. James buried his face into the mop of black hair, still crying.

Softly, muffled by James's shoulder, Devlin whispered, "You don't have to cry, I'm alright. I'm alright, you don't need to worry anymore." More softly, meant only for himself, he whispered, "I never realized it would work, I never thought it would hurt you...I never dream you would miss me like this."

LOBBY.

Down in the lobby, Remus, Hermione, and Lily watched as Ron led a man into the hospital. The man was not unique at all in his appearance, but the small cage he held in his hand, covered with black fabric, lent him a kind of mysterious aura.

Ron led him over to their group, his smile shaking.

"This is Mr. Conrad, he's helping in Mr. McClain's biting ascendant."

Beside Lily, Remus swallowed, and perhaps seeing this, Ron continued quickly. "Mr. McClain was bitten by a poisonous snake. A very rare one that must be caught before it hurts more."

"Yes, yes. I brought my only other one, to show the boy, make sure he remembers what it looks like." He lifted the cage up like a lantern, careful not to shake it. Lily leaned away from it.

"Now were are the parents, he's a minor right?" Ron nodded, much to Lily's confusion.

"Then I need the parents permission to speak to him." The old mans gruff voice reminded Hermione oddly of Mad Eyed Moody's.

"Well, the headmaster is talking to them. But, err, you can talk to him in a bit." Ron took a step away from the man as he turned to him, the cage almost touching his stomach.

"No, no, lad, I need their signatures." He glanced at Ron's taught face and added, almost laughing, "Don't be so squeamish, the cage is locked an sealed with charms."

"Yes, well, there might me a bit of difficulty with who should sign the paper." Ron attempted to smile again, but his green face betrayed him. Hermione wondered what kind of snake was in that cage to scare Ron so much.

"Are you simple, man, I said the parents. You know, the woman who gave birth to the brat, and the man who married her?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, and shook his head. "I am not simple! He is adopted, but we have also just found the real parents, and the real ones did not know of the adoption."

"Fine, fine, have all of them sign it!" Ron clenched his jaw, and then took hold of one of the mans arms, dragging him to a place they would not hear.

DUMBLEDORE

"I could not tell you how, but Sirius Black escaped, along with a Hippogriff that had been sentenced to death that very day. Harry and his friends were informed of the mans escape when I visited them in the hospital room. They were very disappointed..."