A/N: I'm trying to find a fic on FF.net but I can't seem to find it! If anybody knows of a fic where James and Harry live please tell me. The fic went something like this (it's been a while so pardon the sketchy summery): James is alive and raises Harry, but he blames Harry (and himself?) for Lily's death. He abuses Harry, and Sirius (who is not in Azkaban) knows about it, but refuses to help. Remus is also in the present in the fic and is one of Harry's favorite people. The fic is from Harry's perspective from what I remember.

So if you've read it or know where to find it, please tell me. It was one of my favorites and I never got a chance to find it again after I read the first couple chapters. It's been awhile so it might not even be up anymore, but I thought I'd try.

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Harry tried to move but his muscles and bones seemed to be weighted down with lead. A dull ache coursed through his person, quickening with ferocity when it reached his head. His scar was on fire, seemingly trying to burn straight through to his brain.

Something liquid was running down his temple, and he itched to swipe it away with a hand but was too tired and weak to bend a finger. His throat was dry and burned with force fed potions.

A voice on his left was talking and Harry desperately wanted to send them somewhere in eastern Russia. Another voice was saying something now, both seemed familiar but Harry couldn't place them. His ears were plugged and everything sounded watered down, and muddled. The voices continued and seemed to be drawing nearer, and louder. Why couldn't these people talk somewhere else? Why here? Harry paused mid-rant.

Where was here? And why was HE there? Racking his brain he mentally sighed. The last thing he remembered was pain. Pain and Snape. Something about his mother and bloodstones, what was it? What was a Snape?

A loud metallic clanging resounded in his ears and he mentally winced. A few harsh words were spoken soon after and Harry wished to Merlin he could hex whoever was in the room. Hex? Merlin?! What was going on?

Room? He had been in Snape's rooms, why hadn't he been in his own rooms? What had happened at the Dursley's? Why did he hurt?

The pounding in his head seemed to increase the more he tried to think. Giving up on it all together he tried to focus on opening his eyes. Where in Merlin's name was he?

Footsteps were nearing his bed the voices dissipating like a whiff of smoke. A woman's voice, clear and practiced said something muffled and he could here a swish of cloth close by.

"Enervate"

Harry felt his eyes forced open by an unseen force. His vision was blurred at first but as he adjusted to the bright light the form of a woman came into view. She was short, perhaps in her fifties. She wore a white hat nurses wore and an apron secured around her waist.

"Harry? Harry can you hear me? Are you in any pain?" The woman held out a stick. No, no it was a wand. A wand, she was a witch. No she was a mediwitch! Harry? Was that his name?

The mediwitch helped Harry to sit up and drink several potions, muttering under her breath about bloodstones and something about 'the cycle'. Two other figures appeared from behind the curtain surrounding his cot. The hospital? But how did he get there?

The first figure had a long white beard and mustache. He had half moon spectacles and wore long blue robes with pink trim and glittering pink stars. And a matching hat to boot. This one was clearly insane, but also deceptive from the knowing twinkle in his eyes.

The second man was notably younger, lacking in both white hair and beard or mustache. He wore black robes with no distinguishably characteristic about them. And no hat either. His hair, black, was cut to his shoulders and slick with something that made it appear greasy. He was pale, and a scowl seemed to be embedded on his face. This man was much more practical.

"Professor Snape here told me what happened, Harry" So he was a Snape!

"Where am I?" Harry asked, eyeing both men with curiosity and wariness.

"The Medical wing at Hogwarts." replied the old man jovially, pulling out a tin box from within his robes, "Sherbet lemon?"

Harry stared at him, finally gathering enough senses to refuse politely and put together the pieces of information he had collected thus far. "Where is Hogwarts?"

"Scotland"

"What is Hogwarts?"

"A school, your school. For young witches and wizards."

"And you are…?"

"Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster and lover of muggle confections"

"And my name is Harry?"

Here, the Headmaster seemed to falter, "Yes, but we'll talk more when you've gotten your memory back. It shouldn't take long"

"And you're professor Snape?"

The dark man seemed startled at being addressed, but hid it well. "Yes"

"And you teach," Something itched at the back of his mind. "…potions?"

"Yes"

"I think you better drink this, Harry" the mediwitch said, a vial of liquid in her hand.

Harry consented and was soon fast asleep, under the effects of the Dreamless sleep potion. The adults however watched his slow, laboured breathing with unease. A trickle of metallic scarlet was flowing from a gash on the boy's temple into a silver basin next to his ear.

"Liquefied bloodstones. That stuff must be worth a fortune!" stated the mediwitch as the basin steadily filled.

"It's filled with James Potter's blood. I doubt it would be worth a box of strained weasel intestines." Remarked Severus with a sneer.

Albus gave the younger wizard a reproachful look, but didn't say anything further. Instead the wizened Headmaster drew the curtain closed, leaving the infirmary with instructions to contact him as soon as the boy was awake.

Severus stalked toward the door but as an afterthought he turned and looked back at the still curtain. With an irritated jerk of his head he swiveled around and left without a word.

Several hours later Harry lay awake in the large hospital wing of Hogwarts, well aware of the events that had transpired the last time he had awoken. His throat was still dry and the bleeding seemed to have stopped the basin beside him full of a swirling amber liquid that faintly glowed in the dim light.

Sitting up his vision was blurred and he grimaced at the pain his muscles were burning with. The blinding white offended his already aching eyes, and he felt a bruise where he had collided with the dungeon floor.

With the thought of dungeon, the image of Snape immediately followed. And with that, came the memory of their conversation. His father. Snape was his father. Snape, vile potions master: most hated professor. No scratch that. Most hated human, if he was even that, was his father. He mentally cursed whatever fate was responsible for his life.

Opening the drawer on the night table beside his bed he found some clothes and stripping himself of the stiff, thin hospital gown he pulled on his tan brown slacks and white undershirt and white dress shirt. At the bottom of the door he found a pair of shoes and socks and once adding them to his ensemble, headed for the door.

Harry swept at disturbingly long strand of hair out of his face and leaned against the wall for support. His right leg was burning with a vengeance and his vision was slightly distorted. Halfway down the first set of stairs he realized he was lacking in one: holly, eleven-inch, phoenix feather wand.

Cursing his luck he decided as long as he was in Hogwarts and didn't meet up with Filch, he wouldn't need his wand. Glaring at the rest of steps as he met them, Harry limped on.

Finally, reaching the very bottom step he wiped away the sweat on his brow irritably, rubbing at the breathing stitch he had acquired during the ascent. And going down hill was supposed to be easy!

One hand on the cool stone of the dungeon corridor, Harry dragged himself toward the familiar picture of Salazar Slytherin.

The sneering visage smirked at him, "And who are you?" Salazar tapped his chin, tisking to himself. "Well whoever you are, go away. You're fouling up my dungeons"

"Your dungeons? Well pardon me. I was under the mistaken impression these were Hogwarts dungeons! Are you a Hog wart? Hmmm?"

"You answer that, and I'll hex you, prat"

"You're a painting, you can't hex anybody. Except perhaps other paintings." Harry pointed out, unfazed. "Is Professor Snape in?"

"Who would like to know?"

"What, is the dust affecting your sight? I'm Harry Potter. Bane-of-Snape's-existence? Is any of this clicking? Obviously your deplorable vision isn't" Harry crossed his arms and racked his brain for the password.

The portrait seemed startled at the declaration. This boy was certainly not Potter. But before he could say anything the strange boy spoke up, "Devil's Snare."

Harry, satisfied the portrait opened, stepped through the archway and found himself in the main part of Snape's chambers. The fire had died down, and with a lot of effort on his part, Harry stoked it alive. Finally, collapsing in one of the plush high back chairs, Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat the hearth offered.

He cocked his head when he heard the portrait door open and slam shut, swift footsteps approaching at a quick pace.

"Who's there" a cold voice demanded.

Harry stood up and turned, enjoying the sight of Snape, wand in hand, completely gobsmacked.

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HermioneGreen: The revelation is almost at hand! ( Hmmm….that sounded really weird…)

MiakaChan5: I know, sad isn't it? Having a life is oh so trying…

Athena kitty: 1. Yes 2. Yes 3. A little 4. What do you think?

Kateri1: Thanks, what do you like about it? Just curious

Mistik-elf13: * grin*

Mikee: * innocent smile* I thought it was the perfect place to stop, no? SO many questions…* evil grin*

Slythcat19 (Katie D.): Will Harry be ok? * very evil grin*

Oh, I am so bad…*cheeky grin *

!And Only Blood Can Wash Out Blood! I am changing, so you'll have to hang with me. I'm sorry, but something that one of the poster struck me across the face and called me Spanky the RB salmon, effectively knocking some sense into me. I realized I had completely abandoned the path I wanted to take concerning that particular fic and I will be deleting a few chapters and putting up the ones that SHOULD have been there in the first place.

If you like the characters Jacob, Alex, and Laine don't worry to much about them, I'll create a new place for them, so you can read both sides of the story.

I hope you all aren't to mad at me, those of you who are reading this and are also reading AOBCWOB. I'm a new writer and still learning A LOT of the basics and it can be aggravating. So sorry.

Oh yes, and please read and review!