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Chapter three-Parents
Harry stared at these people. This had to be a dream, it couldn't be real. None of this could be real. Was this perhaps a trick of Voldemort's? Was this a dream as a result of the crash? Maybe he was dead. No, he couldn't be dead because Lupin and Wormtail were very much alive!
His mother came forward looking worried. "Harry?" She asked, her brow furrowed. Harry felt the sweatiness of her voice wash over him. He had only a few known memories of that voice, one being in the graveyard. Her eyes traveled down his face to his leg and she gasped. "What happened? Remus, Peter." They rushed forward and Lupin grabbed Harry from the girl, lifting him bodily off the ground and taking him back to the house. He was stronger then he looked.
The house was large. They entered through a back door and a kitchen where they entered a hall, past a staircase lined with moving pictures and into a living room. Lupin set Harry down on the couch and lifted up his pant leg. Harry winced as the fabric ran over the wound. He hadn't really looked at it but now he felt slightly sick.
There was a large gash from his knee to his ankle and Lupin had to pull down his sock to get a look at the rest. Inside the bloody mess were bits of gravel and grass. "What did you do Harry?" Lupin whispered as Lily entered with a bowl of water and a towel. She set them on the coffee table and rung out a cloth she pulled from the bowl.
"Is this why you were so long?" She asked, rubbing at the edges with the cloth to clean away the blood. "Because you were hurt? How did this happen?" Harry didn't answer. He couldn't take his eyes off her...she was so beautiful. He'd seen her before but it had only been shadows of her, heard her screams. Now she was here, in the flesh, whole and real. Her skin on his skin...she was addressing him as though they had seen each other that morning and it hadn't been fifteen years. Was this an elaborate plan from Voldemort to get him to give information?
"Where is he?" Harry asked, looking wildly around and pulling out his wand. "This isn't funny anymore, he should just come out and kill me." Lily grabbed his hand and tried to wrench the wand from his grip with one hand, her other on his face.
"Harry! What's wrong?" Harry pulled away and tried to get up but Lupin held him down. Wormtail moved and Harry turned on him.
"HIM!" He screamed. Lily looked over her shoulder at the man. "GET AWAY FROM ME! DUMBLEDORE! PROFFESOUR HELP! SOMEONE!"
"Harry! What's wrong." Harry tried to bite her and she pulled away, watching with wide eyes as he jumped to his feet and backed across the living room, into the wall at the far end, away from them.
"He killed Sirius...and dad...and you!" Lily looked up at Wormtail with a confused and hard to read expression. Lupin stepped forward, his arms raised in surrender.
"Harry..." He said bracingly, stepping around the couch. "Your very confused. What happened to James and Sirius?" Harry pointed his wand at him in turn. There was no way anyone was coming near him.
"They're dead! Because of him!" He indicated Wormtail. "He's in league with Voldmort." A sudden and wild thought struck him. "You all are. You have to be figments of my imagination. The crash, that's it. I'm dead...but you..." A voice issued from the doorway beside him and Harry turned his head to see Sirius in the doorway. His legs almost gave in as he stared at his godfather. His hair was shorter and spiked out in all directions. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and playing with some keys. He didn't look around at Harry.
"I can't find him. I took my bike around but..." He stopped, seeing their faces and looked around. He wasn't the Sirius Harry had known. His face was fuller...he was more like the best man from the wedding photo. "Harry?"
"Sirius..." Harry said faintly, sliding down the wall. His legs wouldn't support him. Lily rushed forward and pulled his wand away, throwing it across the room. Wormtail came forward to. "NO!" Harry yelled. "STAY AWAY!" He stopped in his tracks. Sirius bent down next to Lily as she grabbed his face in her hands so he'd look at her.
"He was saying something about us dying. He said James was dead." Lupin went to the kitchen door.
"I'll send a letter to James right now with LaPar." He said, "Tell him what's happened." Wormtail followed him.
"Mommy?" Came a voice from the door. "What's wrong with Harry?" Lily looked up and Harry followed her gaze to the black haired girl who had helped him into the backyard.
"Your brother will be fine." Lily answered. "Now, Lynn, honey. Go to your room and play." The girl watched Harry for a moment and left. Harry closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall. This could not be happening. There was no way. "We'll get him to his room. He doesn't have a temperature." Harry felt Sirius' arm beneath his and the older man wrapped Harry's arm over his shoulder and together they made their way out of the living room and up the stairs to the second floor. When they'd laid Harry down, Lily left to go get more water and some bandages. Harry watched his godfather, still stunned.
"Am I dead?" He asked. "No one will give me a straight answer." Sirius smiled.
"You're not dead. Why would you think such a thing?" He asked. Harry sighed and leaned back in his pillows, looking around. This room was a lot like a muggle room with some small differences. A nimbus two thousand and one hung on the wall over the dresser where there were a few posters of quidditch teams and football teams.
"Because you are." Harry said. Sirius looked at him as though he had gone mad then started playing with his hair as though searching for something.
"No bump, so didn't hit your head hard...no hole so your brains haven't leaked out." He laughed but Harry didn't return it. "Come on, this morning you were your cheerful self...or, as cheerful as you ever get." At the look on Harry's face, Sirius' smile vanished. "I want to know why you thought I was dead."
"It was Bellatrix and Voldemort." Harry said. Sirius looked at him darkly.
"Harry, Bellatrix is my cousin." Harry nodded.
"I know." He said. "She killed you, in the department of mysteries...last month." Sirius turned around on the bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled.
"I look whole to me. What about your parents?"
"They were killed by Voldemort." Harry said. Now Sirius looked really confused.
"Who is Voldemort?"
That night Harry lay awake for a long time, the light from the landing seeping in through the crack in his door. He'd talked with Sirius for a long time while Lily had cleaned his leg and bandaged it. He'd learned that Voldemort did not exist here...wherever here was and that they were all very much alive.
He'd questioned Sirius about Regulus, Sirius's brother, being a death eater but Sirius hadn't known what a death eater was and insisted that Regulus was still alive. He'd been even more surprised when he'd lifted his fringe to show Sirius his scar and Sirius had told him he didn't have one. Now, he lay awake, listening to the creaking of the house, his finger tracing the place where his scar should be. The only thing that roused him from his musing was voices downstairs.
"Finally!" His mother's voice. "James, I've been worried sick, it's midnight." Suddenly, he heard his father and whole new emotions flooded through him.
"I know, it's been busy at the office and..."
"Harry. You got the message about him I assume...or is your job more important to you then you're son?" Harry's brow furrowed as he listened. They sounded so bitter.
"I got the message but I am minister for magic, Lily. I have things I have to do first." They were coming up the stairs. Harry closed his eyes and listened as they walked past his room and entered the one beside it. "What was he saying?"
"It's all a haze. I was worried because it was almost like he was afraid of us. There was something really wrong with him. Sirius talked to him, he told me..."
"Sirius?" James asked. There was a short pause.
"Yes. Why?"
"He was here again?"
"Yes, he was here with Remus and Peter. There was also Peter, Harry was so..." James cut her off again.
"I'll have to talk to Sirius. He spends far to much time here." Harry closed his eyes again as they walked past his bedroom door. He knew they were in the bathroom because he could here the sound of a toothbrush and his father's muffled voice. "It's strange."
"You think I'm having an affair with Sirius?" Lily asked. Harry held his breath.
"Yes." Came the reply. "Wouldn't be the first time." His father spit out the toothpaste and Harry heard the tap turn on.
"How would you know? You're never around." This was not, Harry knew, a conversation he should be listening to but he couldn't stop.
"Yeah, I'm still Harry's father but I'm not sure about Lynn."
"You're Lynn's father to." Lily replied. "Sirius might as well be their real father. He spends more time with them then you do." Harry didn't have time to close his eyes as they stormed past his room. He saw a fleeting glimpse of James before he was gone from view.
"What do you mean?" James asked.
"It means exactly how it sounds. Who was there when Harry took his first step or when Lynn did the same? Who was there when they lost their first teeth? Harry bit into an apple and it came out. It was Sirius's idea. You didn't even see it. Sirius played Santa for the children when they were younger...you were at the office. He was with me to see them off to Hogwarts. You were there for Harry but not for Lynn. Or when Harry broke his leg...when Lynn fell off the tree." Lily was crying, Harry could hear it in her voice. "They love you...you were never there. No wonder Harry keeps getting into trouble at school. Instead of blaming him blame yourself. He wants attention from you and it's the only way he can get it!"
"Is that what Dumbledore told you? Have you been sleeping with him to?" There was a smack and a wailing and the sound of their bedroom door slam. Harry watched his father walk past, rubbing his cheek. He looked in and saw Harry watching. Before Harry could say a word, James had walked off and turned off the landing light. What ever this was, it was not the same as the life he had come from.
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Chapter three-Parents
Harry stared at these people. This had to be a dream, it couldn't be real. None of this could be real. Was this perhaps a trick of Voldemort's? Was this a dream as a result of the crash? Maybe he was dead. No, he couldn't be dead because Lupin and Wormtail were very much alive!
His mother came forward looking worried. "Harry?" She asked, her brow furrowed. Harry felt the sweatiness of her voice wash over him. He had only a few known memories of that voice, one being in the graveyard. Her eyes traveled down his face to his leg and she gasped. "What happened? Remus, Peter." They rushed forward and Lupin grabbed Harry from the girl, lifting him bodily off the ground and taking him back to the house. He was stronger then he looked.
The house was large. They entered through a back door and a kitchen where they entered a hall, past a staircase lined with moving pictures and into a living room. Lupin set Harry down on the couch and lifted up his pant leg. Harry winced as the fabric ran over the wound. He hadn't really looked at it but now he felt slightly sick.
There was a large gash from his knee to his ankle and Lupin had to pull down his sock to get a look at the rest. Inside the bloody mess were bits of gravel and grass. "What did you do Harry?" Lupin whispered as Lily entered with a bowl of water and a towel. She set them on the coffee table and rung out a cloth she pulled from the bowl.
"Is this why you were so long?" She asked, rubbing at the edges with the cloth to clean away the blood. "Because you were hurt? How did this happen?" Harry didn't answer. He couldn't take his eyes off her...she was so beautiful. He'd seen her before but it had only been shadows of her, heard her screams. Now she was here, in the flesh, whole and real. Her skin on his skin...she was addressing him as though they had seen each other that morning and it hadn't been fifteen years. Was this an elaborate plan from Voldemort to get him to give information?
"Where is he?" Harry asked, looking wildly around and pulling out his wand. "This isn't funny anymore, he should just come out and kill me." Lily grabbed his hand and tried to wrench the wand from his grip with one hand, her other on his face.
"Harry! What's wrong?" Harry pulled away and tried to get up but Lupin held him down. Wormtail moved and Harry turned on him.
"HIM!" He screamed. Lily looked over her shoulder at the man. "GET AWAY FROM ME! DUMBLEDORE! PROFFESOUR HELP! SOMEONE!"
"Harry! What's wrong." Harry tried to bite her and she pulled away, watching with wide eyes as he jumped to his feet and backed across the living room, into the wall at the far end, away from them.
"He killed Sirius...and dad...and you!" Lily looked up at Wormtail with a confused and hard to read expression. Lupin stepped forward, his arms raised in surrender.
"Harry..." He said bracingly, stepping around the couch. "Your very confused. What happened to James and Sirius?" Harry pointed his wand at him in turn. There was no way anyone was coming near him.
"They're dead! Because of him!" He indicated Wormtail. "He's in league with Voldmort." A sudden and wild thought struck him. "You all are. You have to be figments of my imagination. The crash, that's it. I'm dead...but you..." A voice issued from the doorway beside him and Harry turned his head to see Sirius in the doorway. His legs almost gave in as he stared at his godfather. His hair was shorter and spiked out in all directions. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and playing with some keys. He didn't look around at Harry.
"I can't find him. I took my bike around but..." He stopped, seeing their faces and looked around. He wasn't the Sirius Harry had known. His face was fuller...he was more like the best man from the wedding photo. "Harry?"
"Sirius..." Harry said faintly, sliding down the wall. His legs wouldn't support him. Lily rushed forward and pulled his wand away, throwing it across the room. Wormtail came forward to. "NO!" Harry yelled. "STAY AWAY!" He stopped in his tracks. Sirius bent down next to Lily as she grabbed his face in her hands so he'd look at her.
"He was saying something about us dying. He said James was dead." Lupin went to the kitchen door.
"I'll send a letter to James right now with LaPar." He said, "Tell him what's happened." Wormtail followed him.
"Mommy?" Came a voice from the door. "What's wrong with Harry?" Lily looked up and Harry followed her gaze to the black haired girl who had helped him into the backyard.
"Your brother will be fine." Lily answered. "Now, Lynn, honey. Go to your room and play." The girl watched Harry for a moment and left. Harry closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall. This could not be happening. There was no way. "We'll get him to his room. He doesn't have a temperature." Harry felt Sirius' arm beneath his and the older man wrapped Harry's arm over his shoulder and together they made their way out of the living room and up the stairs to the second floor. When they'd laid Harry down, Lily left to go get more water and some bandages. Harry watched his godfather, still stunned.
"Am I dead?" He asked. "No one will give me a straight answer." Sirius smiled.
"You're not dead. Why would you think such a thing?" He asked. Harry sighed and leaned back in his pillows, looking around. This room was a lot like a muggle room with some small differences. A nimbus two thousand and one hung on the wall over the dresser where there were a few posters of quidditch teams and football teams.
"Because you are." Harry said. Sirius looked at him as though he had gone mad then started playing with his hair as though searching for something.
"No bump, so didn't hit your head hard...no hole so your brains haven't leaked out." He laughed but Harry didn't return it. "Come on, this morning you were your cheerful self...or, as cheerful as you ever get." At the look on Harry's face, Sirius' smile vanished. "I want to know why you thought I was dead."
"It was Bellatrix and Voldemort." Harry said. Sirius looked at him darkly.
"Harry, Bellatrix is my cousin." Harry nodded.
"I know." He said. "She killed you, in the department of mysteries...last month." Sirius turned around on the bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled.
"I look whole to me. What about your parents?"
"They were killed by Voldemort." Harry said. Now Sirius looked really confused.
"Who is Voldemort?"
That night Harry lay awake for a long time, the light from the landing seeping in through the crack in his door. He'd talked with Sirius for a long time while Lily had cleaned his leg and bandaged it. He'd learned that Voldemort did not exist here...wherever here was and that they were all very much alive.
He'd questioned Sirius about Regulus, Sirius's brother, being a death eater but Sirius hadn't known what a death eater was and insisted that Regulus was still alive. He'd been even more surprised when he'd lifted his fringe to show Sirius his scar and Sirius had told him he didn't have one. Now, he lay awake, listening to the creaking of the house, his finger tracing the place where his scar should be. The only thing that roused him from his musing was voices downstairs.
"Finally!" His mother's voice. "James, I've been worried sick, it's midnight." Suddenly, he heard his father and whole new emotions flooded through him.
"I know, it's been busy at the office and..."
"Harry. You got the message about him I assume...or is your job more important to you then you're son?" Harry's brow furrowed as he listened. They sounded so bitter.
"I got the message but I am minister for magic, Lily. I have things I have to do first." They were coming up the stairs. Harry closed his eyes and listened as they walked past his room and entered the one beside it. "What was he saying?"
"It's all a haze. I was worried because it was almost like he was afraid of us. There was something really wrong with him. Sirius talked to him, he told me..."
"Sirius?" James asked. There was a short pause.
"Yes. Why?"
"He was here again?"
"Yes, he was here with Remus and Peter. There was also Peter, Harry was so..." James cut her off again.
"I'll have to talk to Sirius. He spends far to much time here." Harry closed his eyes again as they walked past his bedroom door. He knew they were in the bathroom because he could here the sound of a toothbrush and his father's muffled voice. "It's strange."
"You think I'm having an affair with Sirius?" Lily asked. Harry held his breath.
"Yes." Came the reply. "Wouldn't be the first time." His father spit out the toothpaste and Harry heard the tap turn on.
"How would you know? You're never around." This was not, Harry knew, a conversation he should be listening to but he couldn't stop.
"Yeah, I'm still Harry's father but I'm not sure about Lynn."
"You're Lynn's father to." Lily replied. "Sirius might as well be their real father. He spends more time with them then you do." Harry didn't have time to close his eyes as they stormed past his room. He saw a fleeting glimpse of James before he was gone from view.
"What do you mean?" James asked.
"It means exactly how it sounds. Who was there when Harry took his first step or when Lynn did the same? Who was there when they lost their first teeth? Harry bit into an apple and it came out. It was Sirius's idea. You didn't even see it. Sirius played Santa for the children when they were younger...you were at the office. He was with me to see them off to Hogwarts. You were there for Harry but not for Lynn. Or when Harry broke his leg...when Lynn fell off the tree." Lily was crying, Harry could hear it in her voice. "They love you...you were never there. No wonder Harry keeps getting into trouble at school. Instead of blaming him blame yourself. He wants attention from you and it's the only way he can get it!"
"Is that what Dumbledore told you? Have you been sleeping with him to?" There was a smack and a wailing and the sound of their bedroom door slam. Harry watched his father walk past, rubbing his cheek. He looked in and saw Harry watching. Before Harry could say a word, James had walked off and turned off the landing light. What ever this was, it was not the same as the life he had come from.
Laughing Dragoness: Thank you. I have to say I like yours to. I'm kinda worried because my friend is trying to take my ideas. Her name is Morgans and it is pissing me off. Thanx so much.
JessieRose: I love Sirius, he's my favorite! He's my favorite! I said that! Bye.
DragonHunter200: Awesome! Sirius is my fav! Thanx, nice to hear from you. And, were yo that off?
Kateydidt: I hope you like it.