Hmm... my beta seems to have dissappeared off the face of the multiverse. If anybody is interested in taking her place, let me know :)- New chapter finially -- although it is quite short. I have so many stories going right now, at times I barely even know where to begin. So, sorry for the long wait :D I'll be on vacation in a month's time, all summer long, so hopefully I'll get some major writing time in there. I have this silly idea taking root in my prain that has to do with Jack Sparrow (pirates of the caribean) and his untold past... So perhaps a new story will come out with that. Meh. Ignore me. But feed me! Feed the author with reviews so she can update faster! Otherwise she shall starve and continue speaking of herself in the third person :D Until the next update. toodles.

Harry picked listlessly at his food, poking at his chocolate pudding with a slight frown, his eyebrow raising slightly as it reacted more like jello than pudding, pushing up resistance against his spoon.

"I'm not sure this is exactly safe…." He murmured softly to himself, head tilted slightly to the side.

James couldn't help but smile as he watched his son, glancing down at his own meal with a hint of distaste colouring his features. He could completely understand his son's apprehension — it didn't look like the most appetizing thing in the world. "Maybe I could sneak you in something from home." He offered, watching as Harry's head snapped up, almost as if he had forgotten that James was there.Harry glanced back down at his plate, shrugging hia shoulders with a muttered "Sure." before finially scooping a bit of corn and beginning to eat.

James sighed softly — he was doing that a lot these days, wasn't he? — and focused on his own plate of food, shoulders slightly slumped.

They ate in silence now, each wrapped up in their own thoughts, until Harry started fidgeting nervously in his chair, and James glanced up to notice for the first time how tired his son looked, hands shaking slightly as he brought his cup to his lips for a drink."Come on, let's get you back to your room." He said, gathering togeather their plates to throw away.

Harry's shoulder's slumped even further at those words, but he offered no objection as James started wheeling him toward the door, depositing their plates along the way. He kept hold of his drink, however, enjoying the crisp taste of the soda trickling down his throat as they made their way back.

Their walk back through the hospital was quiet, the only sounds coming from the rooms they passed. Harry tried not to look too much at his surroundings, not to look at the pople who passed them in the hall, or the patients in their rooms.

None of this was real. None of these people were really the muggles that they claimed to be, that they appeared to be. It was all just another trick, just another ply of Voldemorts.

As they neared his hospital room, however, James slowed as he saw the two police officers standing outside his son's room, coming to a halt a few paces from Dr. Lightner.

Aaron turned at their approach, smiling sadly and shrugging his shoulders helplessly. "I couldn't stop her, James. She has every right to be here."

James' hands curled around the arm sof the wheelchair, tightening until his knuckles turned white as he watched his ex-wife step out of the hospital room, her green eyes snapping instantly to their son.

Harry turned to look at James over his shoulder, a strange look in his eyes. "What's going on?" He asked softly, raising a fine dark eyebrow. There was something familiar about this woman….

"Harry, why don't we get you in to bed?" He asked, starting to wheel his son in to the room. He left as soon as the nurses started to get him ready for bed, closing the door behind himself.

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Maybe she had been wrong to leave James, to leave Harry. Maybe she should have stayed in contact, at least, and been a part of Harry's life. There were a lot of maybe's in her life.

But after hearing about Harry's accident …. after hearing that her son might never wake from his coma …. it had been too hard. She just couldn't fathom being in that house, being near that man, without her son there.

And Harry hadn't even recognised her. Why should he? He had grown up with that woman, that red-haired witch, all his life. He had no reason to feel any connection to her.

At least his relationship with his father seemed strained — that gave her some comfort, at least, for the cold reaction she had gotten from the boy.

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James leaned against the close door to his son's hospital room, closing his eyes for a brief second before opening them and turning to stare at his ex-wife. "What are you doing here?" He asked shortly, eyes narrowing as he stared at the pale-haired woman before him.

"I wanted to see my son, James. That's all." She looked past him now, as if she could see inside the room through the heavy door. "The doctor … he said that Harry has a … world? A world he created inside his head? That he doesn't remember us? Not even you."

James clenched his teeth against the anger rising up in him, blinking back the tears that threatened to overspill. "That's right. Lily is hoping that some of his old posessions might stir his memories, though. Maybe seeing more people that he used to know would help, as well."

She nodded now, a faraway look coming in to her eyes as she continued to stare at the door seperating her from her son. "I was thinking of bringing his brother by to see him. You know that Luc and I … we had a son."

James let out a sharp laugh at that, glancing away from his ex-wife, finially, to stare at a potted plant resting nearby. "Yes, I heard. Sirius told me. Apparently you sent him pictures. He was less than pleased." He sneered, shifting his eyes back to the pale haired vision before him.

He couldn't believe he had actually been swayed by her beauty, once. That she had actually won him over with her pretty looks and fancy words. It was inconcievable, now. It was ludicrous, when he thought back, how much he had missed. How much he had let slide.

"You have every right to be angry with me, James. But you do not have the right to hide Harry from me. He is my son." She turned on her heel now, storming down the hallways in a fit of anger. And James couldn't help but sigh in relief, sagging against the door.

"You'll never change, will you Narcissa?"