a/n: HEY EVERYONE!!! So yes, long time no see. That is all due to my computer, darn thing. Well I thought that I'd give my hand at the next chapter, since I know some of you are still awaiting.

"Sirius, I'm afraid to be here," Harry muttered as Sirius opened the door for him to St. Mungo's. Harry slowly stepped into the waiting room. The last time he had been here was for Ron's dad, Mr. Weasley. Last year, Harry had saved Ron's dad when he had the dream about him being attacked by the snake.

"Harry don't worry. Just stay calm and hold your head high. You need to remain strong when visiting your father, you mum might be here, but I don't know for sure. Just try not to cry, okay?" Harry bit his lip to prevent himself from crying at his godfather's words. Sirius noticed him and gently squeezed Harry's shoulder.

"Come this way Harry, I know where his room is." Harry followed Sirius tentatively. They walked up the stairs, and with every stair Harry felt his heart drop lower and lower into his chest. They finally arrived at the floor where his father was being held. Harry walked into the hallway and immediately stepped back; the bright light from the ceiling almost blinded him. He could hear the squeaking of the wheels from carts that the Healers were pushing up and down the halls. He swallowed hard, and began walking down the hall. Sirius was a step behind Harry, continuously wringing his hands in anxiety.

"Harry, here, it's this room." Sirius mumbled, almost incoherently. Harry stopped short in front of the room where Sirius had told him to stop. He looked at the door, a name was written on the side.

-James Potter-

"I'm starting to wonder if I should be here Sirius. Maybe Dumbledore was right. Maybe I shouldn't put more stress on myself, and on my dad." Harry's chest began to rise up and down with every attempt to stop crying. Sirius wiped a solitary tear from his cheek and ruffled Harry's hair with his left hand.

"I understand what you're feeling Harry, I truly do, but I think both you and I know that you need to see your father. You and he, Harry, share a special bond. You are his son, his only son. You are a part of him, you posses his qualities and his powers. You are him, Harry." Harry almost began to break down at his godfather's words. He forced himself to regain his composure before he walked into his father's hospital room. Harry closed his eyes and took in a long breath, and opened the door. A wave of fresh air hit his face as he walked in. He took a quick look around. There were a lot of cards for his father sitting on the side tables and the window sill. Harry smiled slightly at the appreciation his father was receiving. He looked slowly over at the bed. James was laying there, his face ghastly pale, and his chest only just rising. He looked so weak under the covers, and his black hair made him seem even paler than he already was. Harry clenched his hands and walked over to the side of his father's bed. Sirius looked in for a second and stayed outside.

"Something's going to happen in there, I don't know what, but something between that father and son will happen..."

a/n: I hope that was okay, I'm in study hall right now, so I can't really think of any good material right now. Please review and tell me any suggestions, I will greatly appreciate it!!