A/N: Hatomi--- the song I used in the last chapter is called "Sympathy" by the Goo Goo Dolls! 5678567856785678567856785678567856856785678567856785678567856785678

I Have a Feeling

Chapter Four: Revealed

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When Harry and Hermione got back to school, Harry went straight up to bed. He didn't even bother showing up late for any of his classes. He just lay there in bed for hours. Hermione and Ron came up to talk to him.

"Harry, look," said Hermione. "I know you miss your mother, but... you can't go on lying in bed all the time. You have to get up."

Ron nodded. "If you don't, then... well, I don't know what, but, something's bound to happen to you. So... just... don't do anything that's gonna get you in trouble... like... try to get into You-Know-Who's mind. He'd kill you for that one. Actually, he'd probably kill me and make you watch."

Harry looked up at Ron, disgusted. "Anyway," Ron added quickly. "Dumbledore wants to see you." Harry sighed and got up. Hermione noticed immediately that Harry didn't have a shirt on. She shrugged as if it were no big deal. It would be if it were her without a shirt on, especially in front of her male friends. He put a black shirt on.

Harry walked down to Dumbledore's office. He remembered that he didn't know the password, but fortunately, the gargoyle was on the side, anyway. Dumbledore knew Harry would come.

When he got up to Dumbledore, the headmaster had already had a comfortable-looking chair sitting in front of the desk. Harry lay on the chair sideways. "So... what can I do for you today, professor?" asked Harry.

Dumbledore smiled. "Well, Harry. Could you please tell me about your life... at home?" he asked kindly. Harry sighed. "Well, here at Hogwarts---"

"Okay," said Dumbledore. "Let me rephrase that. Could you please tell me about your life outside of school? Where you live?"

Harry nodded. He squirmed in his chair. "Err..." he began. "At my house, I eat and sleep, and stuff. It's really boring, and really irritating. All I ever hear is 'Harry, you need to be nice to your mother' or 'Harry, your mother is having some problems downstairs. Go help her.' Stacy is NOT my mother. I don't even like her. James might, but I don't." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the final statement.

"When did you start referring to your father by his first name?" asked Dumbledore.

"Since he yelled at me in front of Hermione," Harry said quietly. "And he shouldn't be bitching at me at all, but he does anyway."

"Maybe your father doesn't understand that your stepmother is making up these things that you supposedly said to her."

"James wouldn't care. He just defends Stacy. Stacy acted nice, but then she turned evil. I hate her. I hate James, too."

When Christmas rolled around, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all went their separate ways when they got off the train. Harry went with Sirius, Ron went with his father, and Hermione went with her mother. "So, Harry," began Sirius. "Why don't you want to go to your 'residential housing'?" Sirius made sure he didn't say 'home' because Harry never liked being there.

"I'll talk about it when we get there."

When they got to Sirius's house, Harry took his things upstairs, and then came back down to talk to Sirius in the kitchen.

Harry told Sirius everything: why he didn't want to go home, about Stacy, about James. Sirius listened understandingly. "I never liked that Stacy woman," said Sirius. Harry grinned, remembering what Mrs. Weasley had said about her. "And," Harry added, "he yelled at me in front of Hermione." Sirius shook his head.

"Hermione didn't know about your mother dying, did she?" he asked. Harry shook his head. "She had no bloody idea. She thought Stacy was my mother."

"Listen, Harry. Your father knows you're here, and he said he didn't want you here. I simply said, 'Do what you want to get him back, but he won't stay.' And he was like, 'He's my kid. Not yours. Mine.' So I said, 'Don't act like he's just something you pick up at a store.' So he was all, 'Well, that's basically all he is; a pet. I have to feed him and give him water and buy him things. He is my pet; my belonging.'" Harry sighed.

"He acts like the kind of person that would say something like that. Stacy's not his belonging, though. He is Stacy's belonging. She controls him, makes him believe what she says, and--- you believe me, right? What Stacy does and stuff?" Harry said suddenly.

Sirius nodded truthfully. "Of course I do. I've met the woman. She's evil. I can't believe that you're forced to live with her."

"Err..." Harry said. "If the Ministry were to come and get me, I'm going to leave my stuff here. I'm not staying in that house for the entire Christmas. There's no way. Anyway..." he said. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'm tired. 'Night, Padfoot."

"'Night, Harry."

Three days later, Sirius was helping Harry with some homework when there was a shattering noise coming from downstairs. Sirius knew that the window in front had been broken, but he questioned what it was. Harry ran downstairs. He almost saw the shattered glass when he felt his arms being held back. "Mr. Potter, I'm very sorry. It's orders," said a man's voice from behind. Harry was dragged away from Sirius's house. Harry and the man holding him were apparated to Harry's house.

Harry was freed from the man's grasp, and ran up to his room. He threw himself onto his bed. He was just a belonging. He didn't have any purpose in his father's house. Finally, Harry decided that if his father would go to this length just to get him back, then he must be a rather important belonging. But he wouldn't stay here. No. He would have to plot a way to get away... a way for his father not to find him.

So, for the next few days, Harry didn't do anything but plot. He didn't drink, eat, sleep or anything else. He just plotted his escape. At last, Harry came up with a plan to get away from his father.

First, he would get the money he'd been hiding behind the photo of his mother that hung on the wall. Then, he'd take the Knight Bus to Sirius's house to get his school things. Afterward, he'd use his broom to go to Hogwarts, where his father couldn't disturb him. It was that simple. Yes. That simple.

Unfortunately, the night Harry ran away, he had a disturbing illness. He was constantly tired, and couldn't stop having coughing fits. He got to Sirius's house pale, cold, weak, and ill. Sirius took him upstairs. Harry fell asleep instantly. He was quiet when he slept, unlike Ron, who snored late into the night and into the early hours of the morning.

When Harry woke up days later, Sirius was just now coming into the room he was sleeping in. "Sirius? What... what happened? I can't be here... they'll... they'll... find me, and... I'll have to go back..." Harry said groggily. "I don't feel good right now." Harry held his stomach. Sirius picked him up and took him into the bathroom. He sat outside the door while he listened to Harry empty the contents of his stomach that Sirius had put in him during his illness and sleep. He knew Harry wasn't feeling well and had been sleeping, but Harry was underweight enough as it was.

Harry washed his face and got some water before heaving himself back to bed. "I'm so tired," he muttered. Sirius laughed.

"What could have possibly made you this ill during the holidays?" he asked. Harry sighed.

"I don't know..." Harry muttered. "James took the heater out of my room and put it in the kitchen so that Stacy wouldn't be cold when she was cooking that poisonous crap she makes."

"It was freezing cold outside!" Sirius said, shocked. "Why would he do something stupid like that for Stacy? You're his son! He should know that you're too thin to be in the cold like that!"

Harry nodded. "But it's not like he cares. If Mum were here, she wouldn't do this. Dad would cook the food so that Mum wouldn't have to be cold. Of course, Mum would put something on when she was cooking so she wouldn't get cold. She'd never get the heat out of my room to keep her warm. Mum loved me. She loved Dad, too. But, then, Dad turned into just... James, and I am never going to see her again, but still dwell on the time when I didn't think about her dying."

Harry was quiet for a while. He dozed off calmly.

Sirius was cooking something in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. "At least it's not the window being broken," Sirius said, putting a lid on the saucepan. He walked up to the front door and opened it. A woman wearing a long, black cloak was standing in front of him. "Where's Harry?" she asked. Sirius didn't know who she was, but knew that it wasn't a Death Eater or a Ministry official, so he said, "Upstairs. Down the hall, last door on the left." The woman thanked him and ran upstairs.

She sat down on the bed. She looked at the boy lying in front of her, unconscious. The sight almost brought her to tears, because she never thought she'd find him like this. She heard that he was ill, but figured he had a fever. But, this looked worse than a fever. His skin was white as paper, and his face was covered in cold sweat. Underneath his eyes were black, but she could tell it wasn't because it was bruised, but because he simply hadn't been sleeping enough. She put a hand to his face. It was hot. The woman went to the bathroom and got a washcloth. She slowly ran the cold cloth along the surface of the boy's skin. Slowly, he woke up. "How're you feeling, sweetheart?" the woman asked. Harry remembered that voice. In the back of his mind, he knew exactly who it was. Harry sat up in his bed. He pushed the hood on the cloak down. "I knew you weren't gone," he said quietly. "You'd never leave me to suffer with Dad and Stacy, would you? But why'd you leave?"

Lily smiled. "I had to do it for your protection. It would take years to explain. Now... tell me about this Stacy woman." Harry hugged his mother, and lay back down on the bed, explaining everything about Stacy to her. After a few days, Harry slowly got better.

Lily explained to Sirius that she hadn't really died etc., etc. Lily took Harry to see James and Stacy. When James saw Lily, he immediately fell for her all over again. It was like seeing her for the first time. Of course, when James saw Lily for the first time, she looked happy to be at her new school, and this first time, she looked like she was ready to start the third world war. Lily walked up to James. "How could you treat our son like that?" she demanded. "Believing what that—that—bitch says about him? You haven't even heard Harry's side of the story! Next thing you know, you'll be throwing him into the wall!"

James was speechless. "Look, Lily, I—"

"Shut up! You don't get a say in this! You either leave your bitch or I'm taking my son." The room was silent. Harry looked over at his mother.

"Lily," James said. His tone made Lily's expression soften. "I still love you." James turned to Stacy. "Stacy," he began. "I'm sorry. I can't be with you. I'm not leaving my son, and I'm not leaving my wife." Stacy's face turned red. "That's right. You're not leaving your wife," she said. James smirked before turning to Lily. He winked at her. "You're right, Stace," he said. "I'm not." James took her hand, and stroked the finger that had the ring on it, before tearing it off her hand. "However," he added, "whoever wears this ring is my wife." James placed the ring on Lily's finger. "I'm not leaving my son, and I'm not leaving my wife. Bye, Stacy." Stacy screamed.

"I don't think so!" she shouted. She ran over and grabbed Harry. She had her forearm around his neck, her wand pointed at his head. "I'll kill him. Take me back or I'll kill him." James shook his head.

"I'm not taking you back."

Harry looked at his father in shock. Harry's green eyes filled with fear. "Avada Kedavra!" Stacy shouted. Nothing happened. "DAMN IT!" she screamed. Stacy took Harry and threw him against the wall. She picked him back up and shook his shoulders until there was a pop-noise in his arm. "BITCH!" Lily screamed. She ran at Stacy. She took Stacy's head and kicked her between the legs. "DON'T TOUCH MY SON!" Stacy stood holding herself for several minutes. "Stupefy!" James shouted. "Just in case." James ran over to where Lily was kneeling. "Harry, you have to wake up," Lily said repeatedly. "You're going to be okay." James picked up Harry and took him up to his room. Lily sat by his bedside, while James did everything Lily said in order to make Harry comfortable. "And it's bloody cold in here! What happened to the heat?" Lily cried. James sighed and ran downstairs to get the heater. He took it upstairs and plugged it into the wall. The room instantly was heated. The next day, Harry woke up. "Harry! You're awake!" Lily said happily.

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck, and then, the truck went in reverse and ran my head over again," Harry said groggily. Lily laughed. "But... are you okay now? You're not... sick? Is anything broken?" she asked.

"My shoulder, probably," he said. "And... my back hurts really badly." Lily shook her head. "What are we going to do with you? You're always getting hurt." Harry nodded. "Yeah, well. Let's just say that Madame Pomfrey and I have become very good friends." Lily smiled.

"Are you going to stay now?" Harry asked. "You won't leave me again?" Lily nodded. "I'm never leaving you again."

Harry nodded. "Good. I can't stand Dad when he's with some bitch that says stuff about me that's not even true."

"What happened to Stacy anyway?" Harry asked.

"Your father had her picked up by the Ministry. They scanned her name. Turns out she was Sarah Pierre, that woman that was killing all those ill children in Muggle hospitals."

"I don't want her to come back. What if she gets out of Azkaban?" Harry said worriedly.
"I don't think she can. She's not good enough."

"Okay."

"You wanna get up, or do you wanna go to the school and see Madame Pomfrey about that shoulder?" Harry sighed.

"That second one," he said. Lily smiled and they took a Portkey to the Hospital Wing.

When Harry's shoulder was fixed, they went home. Everyone sat at the dinner table, eating the food that Lily cooked. "Mum, this is great," Harry said.

"Thank you," Lily said.

"Yeah, honey, this is really great."

"Thank you," Lily repeated, in the same squeaky voice.

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OK! That's the end of this chapter, but not of the story! I got most of this chapter's idea from my reviewers, and... keep the reviews coming! 24 so far!