a/n: Wow, I'm so happy that people still want to read this! I'm trying to get myself back into the groove of writing again.

Harry walked over to his fathers' bed with tentative steps. He felt afraid and anxious at the same time. He had never seen his father look so weak and pale. There was a vase of flowers next to James's bed. Harry rubbed his hands together and pulled a chair next to the bed. Looking down at his father, he gently placed his hand on James. His skin felt cool under his touch and the feeling of his skin sent shivers down Harry's spine. Suddenly tears began forming at the corners of his eyes. James seemed so frail in his bed, his eyes gaunt and dark, and his arms thin and brittle. Harry clenched his teeth and loathed the person who had dared to hurt his father.

"Dad..." Harry's voice trailed as he mustered to keep his thoughts clear. He felt a stir of movement under James' sheet. Harry snapped his head up and looked sternly at James.

"Dad, can you hear me?" James moved slightly again. Harry gently clasped his fathers hand in his and gripped it softly.

"If you can hear me dad, squeeze my hand," Harry said hopefully. He closed his eyes and felt a small breeze flow through the room. His hair began twirling around his head and his eyes fluttered open involuntarily. A breeze had drifted into the room through an unopened window. Harry sensed that something was happening but he didn't know what. Sirius leaned his hand against the door in an attempt to hear any strange occurrences.

"I have a feeling that the bond between that father and son is going to make something happen." Sirius said with a smug smile on his face. Harry had become slightly frightened and got up to sit down on James's bed to make sure nothing bad would happen to him.

"Dad, I'm here for you, I love you dad. You will always be a part of me..." Harry leaned down and covered James with his arms as the wind grew stronger in the hospital room. Harry suddenly felt like his heart was being pushed through his chest. A moan burst from his mouth as the feeling of his inner-self pushed its way from him and into his father.

"Sirius!" cried out Harry. Sirius stood outside the door. He couldn't help Harry; this wasn't an event that needed to be helped. Harry began crying as he sensed his soul being ripped from his being and transferring to his father. The wind was blowing throughout the room and tearing through all the flowers. Harry had his eyes closed and could feel the petals of the broken flowers streaming across his face and arms.

"I'm terrified Sirius, please help!" He uttered again. Unexpectedly, Harry felt the sensation of arms being wrapped around him. Daring to open his eyes he looked and saw the color of his fathers' eyes looking back at him.

"Harry, son, I'll protect you,"

a/n: Yes, I know another short chapter. I've been running low on ideas. PLEASE HELP!! Thanks, and keep reviewing.