Chapter Twenty Seven:

Stabilization eventually reached Harry. Dumbledore conjured one of his famous illegal portkeys and transferred Harry and the other more mildly injured people to the hospital wing.

Everyone uninjured including the Weasley's and potters with the exception of Brandon and Harry were to travel by apparition, just to mix things up a bit in case Voldemort was still watching. But they could not help but see the logic, he was always watching.

They arrived just outside the gates to Hogwarts and immediately started the trek up to the school, wanting desperately to see Brandon and Harry.

James and Lily momentarily ignored the fact that it was the first time that they had been to the castle since their own school days, and that much should have been more carefully admired and taken in, but that would be saved for another day as their children needed them.

Isabelle was frantic with worry. When she saw Brandon coming out in his condition she thought that the worse would become of him, and then when she learnt he was going to be alright her heart screamed with relief, that was until she saw Harry then her worry came back worse then before. While she did not know her older brother well at all, in fact all she really knew was that he played quidditch, had a girlfriend named Ginny who was her age, had believed their parents to have been dead since he was one and that a dark lord had a strange fetish with him; which if you add it up was next to nothing of the information one should know about their brother.

They raced through the halls and up to the Hospital wing were they pushed open the big oak doors and met the sight of many beds filled with injured people, among them were Brandon and Harry.

Brandon was sleeping soundly when they approached him. He had a jelly like substance covering large areas of his face and his arms and what they could only assume was the rest of him as well. He had a small bruise on his cheek and a large cut on his arm that was covered with muggle gauze. They were informed that he would be fine in a few days, and that he was just sleeping off the exhaustion.

The bed next to Brandon's held his brother Harry, who was currently unconscious and unresponsive. Madam Pomfrey was currently attending to his wounds slathering on mass amounts of the jelly like ointment to his burns while his cuts and scrapes that he had received had been bandaged just like his brother. His leg which had been broken in his duel with bellatrix was laying limp with a brace supporting it. He looked awful much like Brandon did if not worse, but Madam Pomfrey stated that while under her care she would get him well again it would just take time, and his cooperation which she was sure that she would receive a minimum of.

Ginny sat herself down in an armchair next to Harry's bed and held his burnt hand in her cold one, as tears began to stream down her face. She hated to see Harry like this he was the one that helped others out of these situations but he was not supposed to get struck in the process, she felt guilty afterwards for thinking such a statement but the more she thought about it seemed true. He was always acting the hero whether meaning to or not and he usually got away near to unscathed but it was different this time, this time he was so close to being a victim to, a victim just like Cedric and Luna had been.

Lily moved forward to comfort Ginny, she too hated to see her son like this but then again she doubted any mother would want their child in that situation. It was not fair that Harry had grown up but had received no childhood and as odd as that sounds it was true, he grew up straight from an innocent baby to a marked man there was very little time in between there was no room or time for a middle. She felt guilty that she herself had had a childhood and it had been far greater than Harry's. She felt guilty that he was burdened with all this weight while she and the rest of the world had slipped by receiving a miniscule amount of weight thus leaving Harry the mother load. It just wasn't fair.

James stood in between his two sons beds the guilt from before was still swimming in his mind and it only deepened as he saw them lying there with wounds visible in hospital beds with madam pomfrey fussing over them.

Sirius came over and stood next to him, but James ignored him momentarily. It was not that he was mad at his best friend he was thankful that he had the sense to go in after Harry. But it hurt him to see that his bond with Harry seemed so much of a fake, to him at the current moment it seemed like a fake moment of bliss that was all just an act to cover up the truth.

Sure he knew his son through the stories he had told him but that was all he knew, Harry wouldn't talk with him, in fact he had not even told them everything but he told Sirius, and that's what made him jealous, yes that was it he was jealous, jealous of his best friend.

While he was jealous he would not let it show, he had no reason to be jealous when he thought it through, Sirius was doing exactly as he had asked him to in the event of his death to fulfill the role of father the only problem was that James was back but Sirius still seemed to hold the same role with Harry. But he had no reason to be jealous after all he was the one that had left Harry fifteen years ago so quickly and carelessly he had not even bothered to check whether or not he truly was dead, that was how good of a father he was.

Two days passed, Brandon was released from the wing with strict orders to not overexert himself and to reapply the ointment to his skin before he went to sleep.

Harry had yet to wake up, madam pomfrey had said that it had more to do with the amount of smoke he had inhaled and the lack of oxygen from when he had been choked that was causing the delay in his return, rather then the actual wounds.

Isabelle and Brandon were sitting around Harry's bed with Ron, Hermione and Ginny whilst Harry still lay unconscious.

Brandon had woken up from his sleep the day after the tragic event had taken place. He told the rest on their request what had happened in the fire after everyone left. He felt tremendously guilty that he had landed Harry in the hospital in such a condition as he was just for saving his helpless little self.

As if sensing this emotion coming off him, Ginny said, "don't go blaming yourself, Harry would never have dreamt about leaving you behind to become a burnt carcass. It is in his nature to play the hero even when he does not mean to he so selfless sometimes that it annoys the hell out of me" she said voicing some of her thoughts while stating the bold truth.

"Tell me about it, remember the second task in the triwizard tournament" Ron said trying to lighten the tension.

"What happened?" Isabelle asked, intrigued she had heard her parents once talk of such a tournament and how it had been discontinued due to many deaths.

From there Ginny, Ron and Hermione pledged into a full detail tale of how Harry had competed in the triwizard cup even though he was not supposed to, and how he had fought the dragon, and saved Ron and Gabrielle and attempting to rescue all the competitors' person, then they reached the third task and all its glory.

By the end Isabelle and Brandon once again held a new respect for their brother, at fourteen years of age he had managed to win the triwizard tournament, and a duel with Voldemort of all people. They were sad to hear that he also had to witness a death of a friend, but glad to hear that Harry made it out.

The rest of their day was spent discussing some of the adventures that they had shared over the years they tended to stick to the ones that did not leave to horrible of an ending. both the Ginny's and the trios and the potter children's. Once the ice had been broken talking to one another was quite simple it was as if they had known each other for longer than in fact a few days.

The day traveled into the evening.

Sirius was now sitting next to Harry's bed reading a quidditch magazine.

It was around nine o'clock that same night when Harry's eyes fluttered open.

"Sirius?" Harry croaked his voice dry and raspy.

Sirius looked up from his magazine. "thank the lord" Sirius said, before reached over to get a glass of water for his god son to sip; which he did gratefully.

"I had the strangest dream, Sirius. Mum and dad were alive and I had siblings and everything" Harry said his voice just above a whisper.

"Umm… Harry that wasn't a dream" Sirius said knowing full well that the potters really were alive and he now knew that Harry still seemed to be in denial about the whole scenario.

"what do you mean, of course it was. Mum and dad are dead they died fifteen years ago and I know for a fact that I don't have siblings" Harry said curious as to what Sirius was playing at and maybe even a little annoyed at his insinuations.

"No it wasn't" He said, and then he moved aside and pointed to four seats behind him occupied by four potters.

"This can't be really" Harry whispered sorely, his eyes were welling up and his face was contorted with looks of disbelief.

A.N. so are we back square one or will Harry accept them? Please review the more reviews I get the faster I update.

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