Author's Note: Short chapter and no review responses. I'll try to do next time. I'm not in much of a mood to write on this story, which is probably why I don't like this chapter, but whatever. I feel like I need to get something out, and really, this is a crucial chapter so…

Chapter Thirteen: Hospital Wing visit

"Remus, who gave this to you?" he sniffled.

"Poppy sent it down." He sat down beside Harry on the couch who was still holding the drawing fondly. At Harry's inquisitive look he elaborated. "Brian decided to would be fun to jump out of a swing going very high and he broke both his legs, sprained his ankles, and I believe he cracked a bone one of his feet," Remus said dryly. Harry's jaw dropped. "He's fine though. Poppy fixed him up. He's sore and is going to have to stay the night, but he'll be fine."

"How high was he going when he jumped out? You usually don't break any bone when you jump out."

"I don't know how high. I just know it was very high. High enough, obviously, to break some bones." Remus shrugged. "You can visit him if you want to, Poppy said you could, but you don't have to if you need to stay here." He stroked Harry's hair lightly. Harry shook his head and wiped his eyes.

"I want to see him. I haven't all day. Maybe it'll make me feel better. Can you tell I've been crying?" Remus laughed.

"Yes, it is. You would have to be blind to not realize that you've been crying." Harry laughed with him.

"Is it that bad?" He got up and headed in the direction of the bathroom. Remus heard him laugh again. "Yep, it's that bad." He came back into the living room. "Do you know any spells, or anything so it won't be obvious I've been crying? I don't really want Brian to see."

"I don't think Brian will mind. He knows that someone that you cared about died and that it would be natural if you were crying. Just go on. If you get there to late Poppy won't let you in." Harry sighed.

"I guess you're right." Remus nodded and stood up. He hugged the teen before letting him leave through the portrait.

Harry walked quickly to the Hospital Wing and entered quietly, looking around for any signs of the matron. Seeing no sign of her, not sure if he was allowed to be there, he made his way towards the rows of beds. He spotted Brian's form at the other end of the wing and made his way quietly to him. He smiled as Brian jumped as Harry sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Hey," he whispered, "I didn't mean to scare you, but I'm not entirely sure I'm allowed to be here. I'm sure you know how she is." Harry flinched as a voice behind him spoke.

"Mr. Potter you are allowed to be here, but I'm tempted to throw you out for coming when you weren't sure. Brian needs to rest. He broke a lot of bones and moving to much could make them break again."

"I really just wanted to talk to him some. I haven't seen him all day. Can I stay?" he asked pleadingly. She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, you can stay just don't get him too worked up," she said sternly before going back into her office. Harry turned back to Brian.

"Why are you here? I thought you needed time to deal with Professor Dumbledore's death?" Brian looked at him innocently.

"Well, I do, but that doesn't mean I can't see you does it?" The child looked confused.

"I guess it doesn't, but you didn't have to come. I feel fine." Harry stroked his hair and sighed. How many times had he said that when he had really felt horrible?

"Brian, if you feel bad, tell me, okay? No one is going to get mad at you for saying that you don't feel good, I promise. I want to know if you feel bad. If you do I can tell Poppy and she'll give you something to make you feel better, but if you don't tell me I can't tell her so she can make it better. Now, tell me how you really feel." Harry couldn't help but smile at the astonished look on the child's face.

Brian couldn't believe it. Someone actually wanted to know how he felt? No one had ever cared before. His father certainly hadn't.

Harry's not you father. He's better, and he does care, the child argued with himself.

"I don't feel too horribly bad, honest. I feel achy all over, but it's not too bad, and I'm sleepy." Harry nodded.

"Unfortunately, there isn't anything Poppy can do for you that she hasn't already for the aches, but they should be gone in the morning. I'll leave if you need to sleep." Harry made move to leave.

"No! I mean… you can leave if you want, but…" The child bowed his head and bit his lip. Now he had ruined everything. Harry wouldn't want to stay with him? Why had he said no? Now Harry wouldn't like him anymore.

Harry sat back down on the bed knowing what was going on in the child's head. "You want me to stay? I'll stay if you want me to? I don't think she'll actually throw me out if we both fall asleep," he said gently. Brian raised his head, hope dancing in his eyes.

"You'd stay with me?" He made it sound like the most impossible thing in the world. Harry chuckled.

"I will if you want me to stay. Do you want me to?" Brian nodded shyly not meeting Harry's eyes.

Harry kicked off his shoes knowing he was going to be staying the night here and laid down beside Brian on top of the cover knowing that was what the child wanted, but was to afraid to say it. Once Harry was settled, Brian turned over and snuggled against him not even aware that he had done it. Harry smiled at the brown hair nestles against his chest.

"I really like the picture you drew for me. It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I hung it up in Remus's room, and once I go back to Gryffindor tower I'll hang it above my bed, okay?" Brian moved his head to look at Harry.

"You liked it that much?" His voice was clouded with sleep and his eyes were struggling to stay open sleep almost over taking him. Harry smiled and nodded. Brian smiled and curled back to the way he was. Harry shifted so that he could wrap Brian in a hug.

"I especially liked the heart you drew to say how much you loved me." The child was breathing deeper, but Harry knew it was listening intently. "I want you to know that I love you to," he whispered waiting for the child's reaction. Harry could feel him relax instantly against and sigh. All was silent as Harry stroked his hair. Harry closed his eyes, completely content for the first time in a very long time, and was almost asleep when he heard Brian whisper:

"I love you, Daddy."

Harry opened his eyes slowly and looked down at him. Daddy?Harry contemplated that for a minute before smiling, liking the sound of it. He kissed the top of Brian's head, whom he knew was awake, before saying, "Good night, son."

It was only a moment later before both were soundly asleep.

Author's Note: I'm not really happy with the chapter, and I know it's really short, but I can't do fluff to well. At least not fluff that I won't have planned out. I have more fluffy moments in my head that are nice, but this chapter seems to lacking something in my opinion.