Harry lay flat on his stomach, avoiding having something touch his back that was throbbing with pain. He didn't even want his shirt weight on it, but that wouldn't be a good idea if he planned on keeping it a secret.

The bright sunlight shown through his closed eyelids. For the first time in his life he wanted to fall back asleep. Laying comfortably on top of his quilts with the side of his face resting on the pillow that had a coolness to it. Thoughts of the night before went through his head. Had it really happened? It must have because when Harry eventually sat on the bed he saw a note on his bedside table. Taking it in shaky hands he read,

Harry,

I didn't want to disturb you when you were in such a deep sleep. You obviously were in need of it. I want to talk to you about something important. Sirius will be with as well. I'd like you to meet us in the Great Hall at 3 p.m. Hope to see you there.

Love, Dad

Harry had mixed feelings. He knew he should be happy. But this man had come out of nowhere and was expecting him to pretend as if those 13 or so years of absence in his life meant nothing.

Knowing for sure he wasn't about to go have a chat with James and Sirius. At least not yet. He wasn't ready. The only thing he wanted to do was be alone. Maybe practice Quidditch. The only way he could do it alone was if he were practicing his seeker position that really could be done with one person.

Figuring that was what he was going to do, Harry dressed and took his firebolt and headed towards the Quidditch field, where he would find a snitch to use.

Hoping not to run into anybody on the way Harry got lucky, not running into anyone but Nearly Headless Nick who was curious to why Harry wasn't with his father. Brushing him off Harry made it to the field without any more encounters.

Harry knew it was nearly 3. Had he slept in for quite a few hours. Knowing he would only get a little while to practice in peace Harry looked at the snitch in his hand before letting it free in the stadium. Taking off into the air was like being released from a 10-year sentence in Azkaban. The cool breeze whistled in his ears as he began looking for the snitch.

It took him a good ten minutes of flying around before he noticed it. In the goal of the sides. Harry took off for it. Imagining he was playing in a game against Malfoy and Harry was far closer to the snitch then Malfoy was.

Going as fast as he had ever gone on a broom in ages Harry snatched the snitch and pulled his hand back just in time before it would of hit the goal post. His back struck with a sharp pain as he pulled back up, but he ignored it.

"Yes!" Harry thought, feeling happy for a first.

He stayed in the air, rolling over the snitch in his hand, when he heard shouting and cheering coming from below.

"Yeah, Harry!" it was Sirius, next to Sirius was James.

Harry tried to ignored them and stayed where he was, pretending to not have lost his interest in the gold ball in the hand.

"Oh Harry you know you want to come down and see me! Come on!" Sirius shouted. James remained silent. It was almost like he was afraid of what to say to Harry.

After Harry continued to ignored him and set the snitch off again Sirius and James watched with interest as Harry took out his unknown emotions out in his flying. After Harry caught it again Sirius pulled out his wand and in moments the snitch was torn from Harry's grasp and into Sirius's.

"Okay, Harry. Come down here, please. I need to talk to you about something,"

"Or someone." Harry said, as if James wasn't even there.

"No, something. It's rather important too. I prefer not to have to come up there and get you. You know I will and you know I will have victory. You might as well come down, seeming you already stood us up for a late lunch," Sirius said, crossing his arms.

"I don't want to talk, Sirius," Harry said, flying over so he was floating 30 feet above where Sirius and James stood.

"It's no big deal. And when we are through you can go back to flying by yourself and we will leave you alone. I promise,"

Harry laughed, "You don't keep promises."

Sirius's face was strait, "I keep promises to you though."

Harry thought about it. He began to lower until his feet touched the ground. Sirius took his broom and set it down on the bleachers.

Avoiding all eye contact with James Harry said, "Well? What is it you need to talk to me about?"

"Um, Harry. Is something hurting you?" Sirius asked, very seriously, totally unlike him.

Harry's face flushed, "No. What do you mean?"

"By your reaction I'd say you know exactly what I mean," Sirius said.

Harry starred at him, "What do you mean, my reaction? I haven't said anything,"

"Yeah, that's true. Because that would make things a ton easier. But I know you well enough to know you would hide something even though you know you shouldn't. Now, Is something or someone hurting you?"

To Harry Sirius sounded like a well rehearsed mother confronting her little kid about her suspicions that something bad is going on.

"No." Harry said flatly, reaching around Sirius for his broom, but James blocked his way.

"I saw your back last night, Harry," James said in a soft voice.

Harry grew embarrassed. About to turn and leave James grabbed his arm.

"I want to see you back,"

"Why? It looks just like everyone else's!" Harry shouted, starting to panic.

"Then why can't we see it? Who cares then, right?" Sirius put in, trying to tug on Harry's shirt but he pulled away.

"Stop it! Nothing is wrong with my back! Leave me alone!" Harry screamed, trying to push James's hand off of his arm.

"Harry, you can go, but first we want to see your back. Did the Dursley's do it?" Sirius asked.

"No, the Dursley's didn't do it!"

"Aw-Ha! So there is something wrong with your back. Let me see it Harry," Sirius said.

Harry looked at him, biting his lip and looking to the ground. Ashamed. He could of kicked himself for his choice of words. He turned his back to Sirius and James slowly let go of his arm .He closed his eyes as he waited for their reaction as Sirius or James, Harry couldn't tell which one, pulled up his shirt and stopping at his shoulders. He felt one of them touch it and Harry was forced to let out a small yell in pain.

"Oh my god Harry. These are terrible. Why didn't you tell me!" Sirius shouted, "I'm your friend I thought!"

Harry tore away and began up to the castle, his eyes burning but he refused to let any water come out.

"HARRY!" James yelled, speaking for one of the first times but Harry ignored him and continued up to the castle, leaving his firebolt behind and not even caring.

By the time he reached the castle doors James had his arm, "Please, Harry. Come with me and Sirius to the Hospital wing,"

Harry felt like he was going to explode. He didn't know what to do but a part of him told him to go with his father to the hospital wing. Maybe he wouldn't have to say a thing and Madam Pomfrey would know what had happened by looking at it. Highly doubting it though, Harry didn't move. Telling James he would go with him without saying a word.

They made their way up to the hospital wing. Harry's stomach was in his throat and he ignored the questions Sirius was throwing at him and watched his feet as they walked along.

In the hospital wing Harry sat on a bed with his shirt off. Madam Pomfrey was examining it closely. Trying various spells to heal it but nothing seemed to work.

"Where did this happen?" she asked, almost completely out of ideas.

"Why won't it heal?" James asked.

"We need to find out what happened, Harry. Did you get it after drinking or eating something?" Madam Pomfrey asked, gently resting her hand on Harry's bare arm.

Harry kept his face down, looking at his knees. He shook his head slowly, terrified to open his mouth as the knot in his throat threatened to come out.

"Then what happened, sweetheart?" she asked. Making Harry raise his face to stare at her. She was treating him as if she were his mother. Usually when there Harry was just one of her many patients. But now, it was just him. Sirius and James standing at the end of the bed. James looking at though he wanted to sit next to Harry but thought it wasn't the right time.

Harry shrugged. Not really knowing himself what exactly happened, only knowing he got it in his dream and he woke up with the marks as if what happened was real.

They all stood, staring at Harry. Waiting for him to answer a question he wasn't sure how.

"Maybe this isn't the right-" James started but Harry had began speaking.

"It was in a dream," he whispered. Madam Pomfrey heard him, and had a puzzled look upon her face like she totally didn't understand.

"In a dream? Are you sure you were dreaming?" Madam Pomfrey asked, starting to look more worried then before.

Sirius came closer and took a harder look at Harry's back, setting a hand on his shoulder, "Maybe we should talk with Dumbledore about this," he said, frowning, "Yeah, I think we should. I will go and get him,"

"No!" Harry shouted suddenly.

Sirius stopped and looked Harry in the face, "Why? Harry if you are in a nightmare when this is happening it is more then your normal nightmare and you know who is responsible. For all we know some kind of poison had been put in you with those gashes you have. Look how they are 'healing', like the blood is frozen to the spot and turning a darker color,"

James stood there, never looking more terrified in his life, yet confused at the same time. He didn't know what to do and was worried if he did try to do something he would never gain Harry's liking.

"You're right. Go get Professor Dumbledore," James said, looking at Sirius, who nodded and ignored Harry's yells.

Madam Pomfrey kept on trying different spells on Harry, none of which did any good. James said nothing but sat down next to Harry and put his arm across his shoulders and bringing his hand up to Harry's head. Harry sat frozen, uncomfortable at first but growing more and more relaxed as time went on. James could secretly tell.

When Dumbledore and Sirius returned James did not move from his spot and Harry's eyes remained on the floor and his knees. Dumbledore came around to the back of the bed and examined Harry's wounds without saying much to anyone. Sirius looked flush in the face from running but the Professor merely looked as if he had just stood up from a long sit in a chair.

"Enmesoo," Dumbledore stated.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, as if she had thought that was it all along. Sirius and James however looked stumped.

"Sleeping Beating curse. Called Tismua," Professor Dumbledore said.

"What the bloody hell is that and how do we get rid of it?" James asked.

"It's alright, James. I assure you if Harry takes certain measures that it will not happen again,"

"What is it? Who's got him getting Tismua?" James asked, knowing the answer but not wanting to admit that Voldemort was hurting his son in his own sleep.

"Voldemort of course. Who else? Maybe a death eater. Only Harry knows who is the actual one holding the wand," Dumbledore said, looking at the back of Harry.

"Who cares who was holding the wand. I want to know how it is happening to Harry!" James shouted, standing now and facing Dumbledore.

"James think about it. You know exactly how it is being done. Voldemort has an advantage over Harry because he can get into his head through the connection they share. But I am not sure that that has anything to do with it. I am thinking Harry was cursed while fully awake but unaware of it. Since the charm doesn't take it's effect until one is asleep. All this means is we have to have more extreme cautions and Harry will be treated for this and Voldemort won't be able to get to him anymore through a dream," the headmaster talked so seriously Harry didn't know it was the same old man standing behind him.

James and Sirius exchanged glances and then realized Pomfrey had gone. They could hear her in the back somewhere shuffling through different bottles.

Nobody asked Harry anything. After Pomfrey explained what she was going to do Dumbledore left assuring James that Harry was going to be fine. Harry was to take Tiwh every night for two weeks. It was a think black potion that smell awful and Harry bet it tasted worse. Luckily he only had to take it before he went to sleep, but that was even seeming to be too much for him.

"There is nothing we can do with his back for now. The potion will help it disappear but until the two weeks is up we don't know if it will be scared or Harry's body will heal it on it's own time," Pomfrey said as she patted her uniform and smiled.

Harry got up from the bed, grabbing his shirt and heading out the door. He hated being around people and he thought he was still nuts to believe his dad may actually be really back and sitting by him on the bed and acting all worried about him wasn't just some fraud. Thinking for sure Sirius would be able to tell his real dad from a fake one a stomach ache came to Harry and he couldn't detect if it was nerves or a gut feeling telling him to go back and talk to his dad.

Harry prayed that nobody would follow him up to his dorm. And for once he was lucky. He finally got a chance to think things over as he stared at the map and watched "James Potter" pace the same small room as before and "Sirius Black" in there with him. No doubt talking about Harry, but at least they weren't up talking to him, yet anyway. He didn't think he was ready for another encounter at the moment.

Hope this chapter is alright. And I hope I am posting enough. It's summer so I have more time to do stuff since I can stay up as late as I please even though I need to get up and go to work and take care of two little babies all day. I do watch little kid shows alot so I hope my imagination is growing- Barney is great you know. lol. Well I hope you enjoy.

Coming Soon: Call me Dad