Chapter 5- Daddy?!

Harry was beside himself with excitement. He had received a letter the night before saying that Remus Lupin was going to be picking him up the next night to take him back to Hogwarts. They had important information they needed to share with him. It could be about Sirius, he thought. He's not dead! They've found him. He's not dead! Remus would be there in 2 hours and he still had to pack. He went running around his room packing everything in sight.

The doorbell rang at eight PM sharp. Harry ran to the door to open it. There stood a very excited Remus Lupin.

"Ready to go, Harry?" Harry nodded. "Well then, go get your trunk."

Harry run up the stairs to get his things while Petunia walked up to Remus.

"Well, who was it?"

"It was James. Voldemort had been holding him captive."

"How did you find him?" she said in a whisper.

"One of the death eater's wives found him in their dungeons and nursed him back to health."

"Does Harry know?"

"No, not yet. We want to tell him when James is close by so he can meet him right then and there." Harry ran down the stairs and hit the bottom landing with a thud. Remus smiled at Harry's excitement.

"Gee, Harry you look excited," Remus said with a chuckle.

"How can I not be?"

"True, ready to go now?"

"Yeah! Bye, Aunt Petunia. Say bye to Uncle Vernon and Dudley for me too," Harry said with a wave.

"Okay, Harry. Good luck," she said while closing the door. She was actually sad to see him go, and hoped that she would run into him again someday.

Harry followed Remus through the doors of Hogwarts, bursting with excitement. Harry's excitement was starting to wipe off on Remus because he too was grinning like a fool.

"Come on, Harry. He's meeting us in the common room."

"Why not his office like usual?"

"Dumbledore thought you would be more comfortable there."

"Oh, okay, whatever."

When they reached the common room, Dumbledore, McGonagoll and Snape were there already, waiting.

"Hello my dear boy! How are you?" Dumbledore said with an overly sparkly twinkle in his eye.

"Oh just great!" That was the first time Harry had said that not meaning to be sarcastic.

The teachers and Harry chitchatted for a bit while James was upstairs with Draco, nearly ripping his hair out. Narcissa decided to go downstairs to help Dumbledore explain, leaving Draco to cool James down. Remus somehow made his way up to help Draco out, knowing that a stressed out James Potter was no good.

"James, calm down. There is nothing to worry about," Remus said, sitting next to Draco on, ironically enough, Harry's bed.

"Remus! How do you think he will react?"

"Well, knowing Harry, first he's not going to believe it. Then he's going to freak out..."

"And then he's going to cry," Draco added.

"Oh, no! I don't want him to cry!" James started to breathe heavy.

"James, calm down. This is not the time to have a panic attack. Come on. Let's go out there and wait for our queue," Remus said, getting up and pushing James out the door with Draco following closely behind. When they reached the stairs, they could hear the conversation that was going on in the common room.

"Okay, so enough about me. Why am I here? Is it about Sirius? He's alive, isn't he?"

"No, my dear; Sirius isn't alive."

"Oh..." Harry's voice was quiet and shaking. It sounded as if he wanted to cry. Then there was a sniffle. James' heart was breaking.

"But, we have good news; news that I think you will find better than that of Sirius being alive," Dumbledore said, trying to soothe the hurt boy.

"How can anything be better than Sirius being alive?" Harry said into his hands.

"Your father being alive."

This made Harry look up. The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was almost blinding. All in the room were smiling. Even Snape had a look on his face that Harry thought was the closest thing he could get to a smile. This is when Narcissa came in. Harry was wondering why she was there.

"Harry, my dear. My son and I found your father in the dungeons of the Manor. We nursed him back to health and brought him here."

"No. It can't be..." Harry began but was cut off by Remus saying his name. Harry turned around to see Remus standing behind him by the stairs. Draco soon followed. The blonde reached behind himself and pulled James down the stairs and pushed him towards Harry. The two stared at each other for a few moments when finally Harry broke the silence.

"No, it cant be." It was hardly even a whisper. "It cant be." A bit louder this time. By the fourth 'it cant be' Harry started crying hysterically, repeating 'it cant be' over and over. James ran to Harry's side and knelt down beside the chair that Harry was in. He had huddled himself into a ball and was rocking back and forth. James put one hand on the side of Harry's face and the other started stroking his hair.

"Harry, it's me. I'm real." James took one of Harry's hands and put it on his chest so he could feel the heartbeat. Harry began to shake and cry harder. James wasn't sure if they were tears of joy, or if the boy was just plain terrified. Harry started to shake harder, and his eyes began to roll up in the back of his head.

"Oh my God. Remus. He's having a panic attack, a bad one." Those were the last panicked words Harry heard come out of his father's mouth before everything went black.

"Harry. Harry."

Harry slowly opened his eyes to see a very worried Remus Lupin looking over him.

"Harry, are you alright?"

"I had the best dream; I saw my dad."

"You did?" Now Remus was interested. "How did you feel about that?"

"It was great. He was holding me, stroking my hair- telling me everything was going to be alright."

"Harry.... that wasn't a dream."

"Wha..." Just then James came into the infirmary, looking very worried. He was wringing his hands through his cloak and looked like death himself had taken human form and chased him around the room. Draco was following closely behind him, looking equally as worried. When James saw Harry was awake he went straight to his side. He didn't care if Harry didn't want him there. He needed to be there.

"Harry, son, are you alright? You scared the life out of me," James said while scooping Harry into a tight hug. Harry hugged back, and began to cry again, but not as hard as before. James just held on, rocking back and forth. That's what used to calm Harry down when he was a baby, and it seemed to still work. Harry's breath leveled out, and eventually Harry looked up at his father's face.

"Dad? How can it be? They always told me you were dead."

Dumbledore made his presence known, and began to tell the story.

"Well, Harry, we all thought he was. There was a body and everything. But in the haste of war we couldn't do the proper tests on your parents' bodies to make sure that they were whom we thought. When Voldemort attacked your home, James tried to lead him away from you and your mother. But instead of killing him he knocked him out and put a decoy in his place. Before you ask how he got a decoy, let me tell you. He pumped a very strong polyjuice potion directly into the bloodstream of a muggle. He then killed the muggle, not allowing the body to change back. He then placed James' wand by the body. We assumed that the body was James. I know what you're thinking, Harry; if your father is alive then your mother might be too. Unfortunately, no, we exhumed both bodies to find that who we thought was James wasn't. But your mother is indeed who we thought her to be."

James tightened his grip on Harry, and started rocking again, just incase Harry wanted to cry again.

"Those pains you were feeling Harry, was your father doing magic." Harry looked up in surprise. Why would his father's magic make him feel something?

Dumbledore explained how magical children are bonded to their magical parents. And the feelings weren't painful because the magic that James was doing was good. Harry buried his head into James' chest and made himself comfortable. Dumbledore and Remus left so father and son could be alone. Draco made to leave, feeling a bit upset. He knew he shouldn't be. James was with his son. He should be happy for him. But to be completely honest, Draco had gotten used to James being there. He probably won't want to spend any more time with me. He has Harry now, Draco thought. As he was about to go through the door he heard his name being called. Draco looked up and saw James and Harry looking at him.

"Draco, come here," James said, waving him over. Draco smiled and walked over, sitting on the bed next to Harry's. Narcissa came in and sat next to James on Harry's bed. She placed a hand on Harry's knee and smiled.

"How are you doing, Harry?" she said.

"I'm okay. I just think it was a lot for me to grasp. Oh, and thank you for helping my dad."

"It was the least we could do," the blonde woman said with a smile.

"So, Harry, Draco here has been filling me in on what I've been missing. He tells me that your patronus is a stag." Harry blushed.

"Um, yeah it is." James kissed Harry on the forehead, pulling him into another hug.

"I spent a good amount of my free time at the Manor teaching this one here how do it," James said, motioning towards Draco.

"Oh yeah? What is it then?" Harry said with his eyebrows raised. Draco stuttered, but before he could change the subject James spoke up.

"It's lightning. I've never seen an element as a patronus before; its quite remarkable."

"Lightning you say?" Harry asked shocked. Draco's face was beat red.

"Yeah, why so shocked, Harry?"

After James asked his question, Harry folded his arms and blew the hair off of his forehead, revealing his scar. James stared at it in shock. Narcissa looked around James at her son, who was still beat red. James looked from Harry to Draco then back to Harry, then one last time at Draco before Narcissa touched his arm.

"Jamie, dear maybe we should go see the rooms Dumbledore has prepared for us."

"Yes, smashing idea."

Remus had walked into the room just in time to catch the last of the conversation. He also felt the need to get out. Considering the sexual tension in the room was so think you could cut it with a knife.

"Yes, here I'll show you to them."

The three practically ran out off the room only stopping once they were out. Remus started laughing straight away.

"What's so funny, Moony?" James asked, highly confused.

"You know, Harry makes the same face when he's confused. But no, with all seriousness, when I taught here in their third year, I taught them how to get rid of a boggart. Not everybody got a chance to go during class. Mr. Malfoy came to me after class had ended and said that he wanted to give it a go. When I released the boggart from the wardrobe, it came out as Harry. At first I didn't know how Harry could possibly be his worst fear. But before I could say anything boggart Harry raised his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark. Draco's worst fear is Harry going to the dark side.

"So, of course what Draco feels can protect him the most his Harry as The-Boy-Who-Lived since he's most afraid of Harry as a death eater. It all makes perfect sense."

"Wait, the boy who lived? I don't understand."

"James, when Voldemort attacked your house, after he killed Lily, he tried to kill Harry, but the curse bounced off of him. He's the only one in existence that has survived Avadra Kadavra."

"Oh, well that makes sense then. But don't you think they could come up with a better nick name- I mean honestly."

Narcissa only laughed while Remus shook his head.

"James, you're hopeless, really."

Harry and Draco sat staring at each other for at least fifteen minutes before Draco finally got the nerve to sit on Harry's bed, where James had once been sitting.

"So... lightning, ey?" Harry said in a small voice. Something flashed in Draco's eyes, and a sly smirk spread across his face.

"Yes," Draco practically purred as he leaned towards Harry. "Does that bother you?"

"Ummmm... n-n-n-n-no-noo..." Harry continued to stammer as Draco got closer and closer. "It's flattering actually that you trust me enough to protect you," Harry said, finally managing a sentence.

"Oh, Harry, you don't know much about the patronus do you? It has nothing to do with trust, Harry," Draco added extra sexiness as he purred the name of the object of his desire into said object's ear. "But it has everything to do with this." Draco placed his hand on Harry's chest and rubbed his fingers over his heart. Harry couldn't breathe.

"Ummm... I- uh-I-uhhhh-ye-ah-uhh-"

"It's in your heart, Harry." Draco moved his hand down Harry's chest onto his stomach. Harry's breath became more and more ragged. His breath stopped entirely when he felt Draco's hand on his skin, moving up under his shirt, stopping on his side, right under his nipple. "Harry, are you okay," Draco, said in the sexiest voice he could muster.

"I-uh-mm-I-uh-uh..." Before Harry could muster any actual words, Draco began to tickle him. Harry was sent into a fit of laughter. "S-stop! Oh, please stop! HAHA! I can't breathe! AHHAHAAHA!!!!"

In all of the confusion, Draco ended up on top of Harry, breathing heavily. He still had his hand up the other boy's shirt, while the other one was tucked under Harry's body. Harry had his arms wrapped around Draco's waist. God, Harry looks so cute when he's flushed.

"Hey Harry?"

"Yeah."

"You never answered my question."

"What was that?"

"How do you feel about it?"

"Oh, that. Well..." Harry sat up a bit, and placed a quick kiss on Draco's lips, flipped Draco off of him, and took off running through the infirmary giggling like a school girl.

"Why you little-!" Draco ran after him through the infirmary doors and down the hall.

James, Remus and Narcissa were making their way back to the infirmary to make sure Harry and Draco hadn't killed each other yet. They were nearly knocked down by the two giggling teen boys as they dashed down the hall.

"Well, I guess that went well," James said while trying to regain his balance.