Harry slowly came to consciousness. His eyes fluttered open and he stared at the blurred world around him.

"Hey."

Harry jumped at the sudden voice, he sat bolt upright and winced as pain flared throughout his body.

"Woah easy there," A pair of hands were placed on his shoulders.

Harry turned towards the voice, seeing only a fuzzy image of a man. Letting his senses out, he thankfully felt no ill intent coming from the man and relaxed enough for the man to set him back down again. Harry had no idea where he was or even how he'd gotten there, wherever there was.

"Umm…do you know where my glasses are?" Harry asked.

"Oh yeah here." The man passed the glasses over.

"Thank you."

"Is your eyesight bad?"

"Yes…I had a head injury," more like injuries with the amount of times his aunt Petunia whacked him with her bloody frying pan.

Harry put the glasses on then took in his surroundings. From the look of things, he was in a muggle hospital though he had never seen such advanced machinery. He glanced at the man and froze, his mouth fell open. The man before him looked just like him, well an older version anyway with the exception of his blue eyes.

"Wha…who? Er…" Harry mumbled.

The man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "My name's Steve Rogers and…well I'm your father," Steve told. The paternity test had come back positive and they had tested Lily's DNA against the teens using a lock of hair Steve kept with him at all times. The boy was his and Lily's son.

Harry stared, dumbfounded, he had known that James Potter wasn't his father since his appearance had changed after the final battle but meeting the man who claimed to be his father made it all the more real to Harry. The man was telling the truth, he hadn't detected a hint of deceit in Steve's words, it was more than obvious just from looks alone. Harry found his hand moving on its own accord towards Steve's face, he cautiously touched the man's cheek in awe.

Steve smiled down at his son, it was still hard for him to believe. He placed his hand over the smaller one against his cheek. It was clear that the boy was in shock, Steve couldn't blame him.

"What's your name?" Steve asked.

"Harry Sir," The teen replied.

"You can call me Steve."

Harry just nodded dumbly in response. It was just surreal, he actually had a parent who was alive, siting right in front of him. Of course he considered The Weasleys and many of his other friends to be family but actually having his father with him was somewhat overwhelming. It brought him joy but at the same time sadness at the memories of Sirius who had become somewhat of a father figure to him before he had died and then he thought of James Potter who had died for him even though he wasn't his son. Such a thought only brought the memories of others who had died during the way and he thought to not let the grief consume him.

"Where am I?" he rasped, voice tight with emotion.