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When there's nothing left, you will save me

Through my darkest moments I depend on myself

To find the light

Through the tears

I depend on myself

To take away their sting

Through the years

I've only had me

And life goes on

After living for another

I started living for myself

After counting on another

I learned to count on myself

After believing in another

I finally believed in myself

I faced my greatest fear

And silently walked alone

Rediscovered who I am

Becoming stronger for it

I'm prepared for new challenges

And new fears

The possibility of another

Entering my darkness

Consuming my thoughts

Learning my rhymes

Singing my songs

And finding my heart

Is more frightening

Than I ever imagined

Leaving me to wonder

If I can risk it

By: Anonymous

Harry stirred slowly and opened his eyes slowly, expecting to come out of his abyss of darkness to find pain, hunger, cold, and more abuse. He was therefore surprised, when he woke in a warm bed, his injuries healed, and all with the smell of food next to him on a small table. With wide and alert eyes he scanned the room slowly, looking for a trap when he finally got to the door, and there was a man that was hidden in the shadows, propped up against the doorframe. Harry's first reaction was fear and he immediately, upon sight of this stranger, curled into a ball, representing as small as form as possible to attack. 'Great...some god out there, is probably finding this funny in a sickening way...' Harry thought miserably. Just as that thought went from his mind, he felt a light touch on his shoulder. As soon as the foreign touch was on him, he stopped moving, trembling inside.

Godric had opened the door to find his son awake in the bed, and looking with surprise at himself, the food, and the room. Then he watched as Harry looked slowly around the room. His emerald eye's scanning the shadows of the room for anything. When those eyes reached Godric, the owner immediately curled into a defensive ball. Brows furrowed with concern and a bit of anger for whoever did this to his son, he moved forward into the room and lightly placed a caring hand on the boy's frail shoulder. The reaction was immediate, and Harry all but stopped breathing. 'What did they do to him?!' Godric thought as he stared with anger and sadness. "What have they done to you my son?" he whispered softly. He felt Harry squirming under him and lifted his hand off the boy and watched what he was doing.

When Harry heard the soft asked question he got real fidgety at the concern in the voice. 'Should I trust him?' that was at the moment drawing a blank in his mind as he tried to get away from the feelings haunting him as he burrowed deeper into the bed. "They did what not even a dark wizard would do and leave me alive." Harry mumbled into the bedding.

Godric caught it though, and was immediately angered at the thought of how far the muggles went. "Muggles..." he growled.

Harry heard the growled word and sat up blinking as he looked up into the angry face of Godric Gryffindor, a scary thing to look at really. "Not just the muggles..." Harry whispered, catching the man's attention with his soft-spoken words. "The wizarding world to...I was their everything...their hope...and their scapegoat..." he spat bitterly as he remembered how they had tried to blame him for Cedric's death and the death of so many more.

"What happened?" Godric asked, sensing that if his son talked about it, it would help him greatly.

"I don't want to talk of it...not now at least..." Harry said as he starred into a different direction. Then he seemed to remember something and turned to the founder of Hogwarts with questioning eyes. "Where am I?!"

With a smile Godric told him, "Gryffindor manor, England, early 1600's...why?" he asked with a smile as he looked upon Harry's shocked face.

a/n: I have no idea if that is the right date...if not...oh well...

Harry's mind was refusing to wrap a hold around that information. He was starring in shock at Gryffindor's face, his eyes boggled out and jaw slack. "How in hell or earth, did I get...here?!" he whispered looking up at the founder.

Frowning at his language, he non-the-less answered. "I brought you here...I was observing you and decided...to...screw...the prophesy and bring you back home..." Godric said.

"The prophesy has been full filled...I killed Voldemort...there was no need for me to stay there any longer...except for them to hero worship me..." he spat in disgust at the thought.

With a slight smile, he thoughtfully said, "I was wondering what happened when my seeing stone went black...I was worried..." he said with a frown. "But you're not needed anymore...and I'm not sure if you've caught on by now...but...you're my son...." He said softly, this probably being the first time in a while he had felt unsure of himself.

Harry stared in shock yet again. He had suspected it, but it was different having it admitted to his face. "Why...how...James..." was all Harry managed to get out that was coherent.

With a sigh, Godric launched into his explanation. "Well first-off, James was my brother. A prophesy was found stating my first son was to be brought to the future, and was going to be the hope of the wizarding world under the name Potter. Well it was decided, that being as I am a founder of Hogwarts, that I would be recognized and missed from history. So, we decided we would send my brother James, who looks incredibly like me-could pass as twins actually- with you as his son when he 'married' in the future. Then a charm would happen that would make you the child born. Well, all was going well and then James was killed with his wife. The prophecy had said nothing of that and I was forced to watch my brother be killed. I'm sure you know the rest from there?" he queried after his explanation.

With a numb nod, Harry's mind was a storm of thoughts and feelings. 'I have a father.' Was the main thought.

Godric looked in concern at his son and watched as hope, disbelief, and something else flitted across his face. 'Oh...here goes nothing...' he thought before he took a plunge into unknown waters. "Do you want me as a father? Or do you want to go back?" he asked quietly.

Harry stared as his mind still worked. He sat what felt like hours to him, when in reality it was about five minuets. 'Do I?' was his main thought. 'Do I want to let someone in? In my so securely built walls?'

As Harry's mind was working this out and deciding on an answer, Godric's heart plummeted. With a difficult smile to Harry's unseeing eyes, he got up and started to leave. When he was at the door, he felt his eyes burn and tears full of disappointment well up. "Well..." he managed to choke out, wanting his long lost son to stay. "I'll...just...go get your mode of...transport ready to...leave..." he got out in a strangled voice as he quickly fumbled with the doorknob with numb fingers.

Harry looked in alarm at the door that was about to close on his chance forever. Without a second thought he tried to get up and run to the door. But as soon as he was up, he crashed into a table and sent it to the floor, the pottery on it crashing to the floor, and to be showered with chunks of porcelain, he immediately cried out as a particularly large and jagged piece cut him across the face. It only took a second and he started sobbing at his lost chance as blood ran freely from his face.

Godric had run a good length down the hall, when he heard the crash and yell. Turning back he dashed back into the room to find Harry sprawled on the floor surrounded by broken porcelain and a large gash across his face, all the while sobbing his heart out. With care and love he scooped Harry from the mess and cast a healing charm upon Harry, then a cleaning charm on the broken pots and plates. With that, he tried to place Harry on the bed to leave but he refused to be put down. With a sigh he sat on the bed and allowed his son to cling to him. "Harry...I really must be going to get your...transport...arranged." He said as he looked at the small and underfed seventeen-year old that looked to be eleven.

"I don't wanna go...I want to stay here...I'm willing to try..." Harry managed to whisper out from his sobs. "Please...don't make me go back to the Dursleys...please..." this last part came out a broken whisper as he moved closer to Godric...no...his father.

With a warm smile, Godric started to gently smooth Harry's hair and whispered, "Take all the time you need...you can stay as long as you want...and I will make sure nothing happens to you anymore..." he whispered to the soon-to-be asleep teen.

"Thank-you...dad..." was whispered as he fell into a light slumber, his father beside him, comforting him.

A/N: omg...wasn't that a sweet little end to this chappy?? How sweet!! - but yeah...next chappy is probably going to be the last...this is just intended to be a short sweet, slightly angsty fic about Harry finding happiness...working so far?? Hehe!! Hope you enjoyed!! And I know, that they were both like...REALLY occ...but ya know, Harry has drilled it into his head, that submission means he's gonna be left alone. And that's all he really wants!! And Godric, was just a parent who wanted their baby back. Make sense?? Hope so...but yeah, anyway...until next time!! review please!!!!