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Not without painIt was his father! Harry couldn't move, he sat still on the floor, petrified. From what Harry could make out without his glasses, he and his dad looked like twins. They both had the messy hair, his father had a pair of glasses on and they both shared the same shocked expression on their faces.
"Bloody hell!" James said, sounding very much like Ron. Harry couldn't help giggling nervously.
"Oh Harry! Are you alright?" Mrs Potter asked smiling.
"Yes, I'm fine!" he answered and yawned. He was exhausted.
"Would it be alright if I had a short nap? I mean, I slept on the hospital, but…" Harry trailed of at the look of worry, growing on Mrs Potter's face.
"Hospital? Why were you in the hospital?" Harry gulped.
"Excuse me! Mrs Potter! Oh, hello Harry!" Ben, the Auror from the hospital had his head in the flames looking out of the fireplace.
"Oh, Hello Ben! How are you?" Mrs Potter asked immediately.
"I'm fine, Edna! Is Harold around? There's been another attack in the same neighbourhood, we could use some more help. There are some giants running lose at the place now!" Harry looked at the tired looking Auror.
"There's been another attack in Surrey?" Harry asked. The Auror nodded uncomfortably.
"It seems like you got out of there in the nick of time and that they weren't just after your father!" Both his grandmother and his father gasped behind him.
"You were attacked by giant?" James asked excited, he got hit on the head by his mother.
Mrs Potter had tears in her eyes and looked at Harry, with a look very much like the one Mrs Weasley had reserved just for him.
"I'll get Harold immediately!" she quickly left the boys in the kitchen with Ben, wiping a tear out of her eye.
"Poor little boy!" she muttered under her breath.
"I'm James by the way!" Harry looked at the extended hand.
"I'm Harry!" he said shaking it, feeling strange.
"Ben! What's going on?" Mr Potter appeared in the kitchen doorway, looking tired but alert.
"Can you come over? There's been another one!" Ben said tiredly. Mr Potter just nodded and grabbed a handful of floo powder.
"I'll be back as soon as possible!" he said before leaving.
"Come on, love! I'll show you the bedroom!" James started to jump up and down behind Harry, pointing at Harry's back and then to himself.
"Shall I put you next to James's room?" She asked, seeing James antics.
"Yes mom, please!" James said in a whiny voice. Harry just nodded tiredly, he didn't care if they put him in the attic at the moment.
"James why don't you start eating your breakfast, whilst I show Harry his new room!" James looked disappointed, but sat down obediently at his mothers look. Harry smiled and gave a tired little wave, before following Mrs Potter upstairs.
"This is mine and Harold's bedroom, and here is James's!" she pointed at a door with a huge Quidditch poster on it.
"Here is the bathroom you will chare with James! And here is your room!" Harry walked in to a green room, there was no better explanation. The floor was in a deep forest green colour, the curtains had green leaf prints printed on them. The walls were done in a very pale green, looking almost white. The best part of the room, at least in Harry's opinion, was the huge bed covered by a green duvet. Harry yawned, feeling more tired than ever before. He could really do with an hour or two of sleep.
"Now then, Harry! If there is anything at all, that you need… please don't hesitate to ask!" Harry nodded. Mrs Potter gave him a tight hug followed by a hand messing up his hair. Harry could hear her sniff on her way down stairs.
Harry thought the room was nice, it had a very big window, showing of a lush garden. A bookshelf containing many books, stood against the wall close to the bed. Harry promised himself to have a look at the titles when he felt more alert. He fell asleep on top of the duvet without bothering to take of the borrowed hospital clothes.
"But he's been asleep for hours!" Harry awoke, hearing his father whining outside his door.
"He's been through a terrible ordeal James! His father was killed by dark wizards! You will let him sleep until he wakes up, now down stairs with you!" Harry couldn't help snickering, his dad was being scolded by his granny. It felt strange, but definitely bearable.
"Yes, mom!" James sounded disappointed, as he made it down with his mom. Harry slowly made it out of bed, wincing as his body ached. He opened the door and peeked out, it was empty. He could hear voices from downstairs, so that's where he headed.
"…won't be a problem! I talked to Albus and he's already in the Hogwarts record book. James must have sent in the application years ago." Harry felt bad for listening outside the door.
"So can he stay here? Can he, dad?" it sounded as if his dad was jumping up and down again. "Of course he's staying! Where else would he go, don't be ridiculous! He's a Potter!" Mrs Potter scolded.
"YES!" James screamed. Harry knocked softly on the door, before opening it. He was immediately hugged by James.
"We're going to have so much fun! We can tell people that we're twins and…" Mrs Potter tapped him on the shoulder and James quickly swallowed his words, looking afraid and busted.
"I mean…um…" he looked down on the floor.
"Sorry!" he finally whispered. His mother nodded at him. Mr Potter and Ben, the short Auror from the hospital were sitting at the table.
"Oh, Harry. Good timing, are you hungry?" Mr Potter asked him softly, smiling at his nod.
"Sit here Harry!" James was literally bouncing on his chair. Harry slowly made it over to the chair next to him, thinking that his dad reminded him a little of Colin Creevy.
"Are you feeling better now Harry?" Asked Mrs Potter, kindly. Harry nodded, having just taken a bite of food.
"You sure you're all right kid?" Ben asked looking at him.
"Yes sir!" Harry answered, after having swallowed his food. Mrs Potter came over with a cup of tea for him and ran her hand through his hair.
"Looks just like James's, just a little wilder!" She said at his look. Harry gave her a crocked smile, and took another bite. He hadn't realised just how hungry he had been.
"Did you catch any Deatheaters?" He asked between bites after a while, thinking back to the morning. His granddad had after all been forced to go to work again. The table had gone quiet, James was staring at him with big eyes. His face soon contorted in anger.
"Why is he allowed to know about your work? I WANT TO KNOW TOO!" James screamed, jumping out of his seat.
Mr Potter and Ben shared a look, ignoring James, as his mother was there scolding him for his outburst.
"Harry what do you know about Deatheaters?" Ben finally asked, casting a look at the now rapt listening James. Ben was no doubt sure that whatever Harry knew, it couldn't be much.
"I know that they are Voldemorts little mini…" Harry suddenly caught his tongue. Ben was standing up looking shocked. Mr Potter was staring open mouthed at him and James had fallen out of his chair. Mrs Potter had her hand over her mouth, as if to stop herself from gasping.
Harry cursed himself for saying Voldemorts name aloud.
"Sorry!" he said, looking down on the table.
"Where in the bloody hell, have you heard his name?" Ben finally asked in an angry voice.
"I've had prisoners under Veritaserum shaking at that name!" Ben yelled. Mr Potter nodded in agreement.
"It's just a name!" Harry muttered, they were making to big of a scene of it, in his opinion. The adults all shared a look. James however looked awed. Not only did Harry know about their work but he'd made the calm Auror Ben yell.
"Who's Voldemort?" James asked making his mother shake her head in worry.
A thought appeared to Harry, all of a sudden. Was the prophesy still valid? He didn't have the scar but did that mean he wasn't the one with the power any more, or was he going to be marked again. As far as Harry had understood, Trelawney had spoken before he was born. But he wasn't sure, it might have been after.
Oh well! Better take that when it comes. He thought.
"Harry? Where did you hear about the Deatheaters?" Mr Potter asked, Ben who still was standing in what appeared shock, was muttering under his breath.
"Well, they are kind of hard not to hear about!" Harry said, looking down on the table. He really didn't want to answer a lot of questions he didn't have a ready made lie for. He had thought that he'd be a sixteen soon seventeen year old. Not a little squirt of eleven…
"Harry did your father…did he speak a lot about this Voldemort fellow?" Harry looked at him confused. His dad?
"Oh you mean…"He Caught him self in time, he had almost said. Oh, you mean your brother. That would have been hard to explain, Harry thought. The adults and James, who sat gazing at Harry with star struck eyes, all sat waiting for a reply.
"Um…I guess so." He finally said, after thinking it through. He wasn't sure if his parents had said Voldemorts name, but he hoped they had.
"I need to go to the toilet!" Harry excused himself, he really wanted out of the room, and away from the questions. He heard James ask again who Voldemort was.
Harry was no doubt going to regret, having opened his mouth later. He did his best, to not run from the room. He quickly entered the toilet, locking it behind him.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he muttered. Why did he have to tell them all of that? He took a deep breath and just sat on the lid to the toilet, thinking. Why was he so tired? Did it have to do with travelling so far back in time? And he had changed! Shrinking must take a lot of energy. He wondered again, what could have happened to his clothes and things. And most importantly, Hedwig. He would have to ask about her again.
"Harry? Are you alright in there?" Mrs Potter was outside knocking on the door.
"Yes I'm fine!" Harry unlocked the door and let her open it.
"I'm sorry!" he said again.
"Oh, Harry! Nobody is angry with you! You just knew more than we thought you would." She hunched down on her knees, so that she came face to face with him.
"If anyone should apologise, it's the men! Really! To ask such questions, and after all you've been through!" she huffed, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Come on, sweetheart! Why don't you and James go out for some fresh air in the garden?" Harry nodded and followed James, who had been hiding behind the door.
"No talk of you know what!" She called after them.
"So, um do you like Quidditch?" Harry asked, when they got to the door. James seemed delighted at the change of topic.
"Do I? Of course I do! I mean who doesn't. It's the best sport in the world!" he exclaimed happily. Harry nodded and smiled at him.
"I'm going to be a chaser when I get to Hogwarts!" He said with conviction.
"Seeker!" Harry answered James look. James was bouncing up and down on the small garden path they were walking on.
"Maybe dad will let us fly after tea! Oh, let's ask him now!" James said with a particularly high jump trying to reach a low tree branch.
"Um, couldn't we just stay out for a while?" Harry asked, not in a hurry to see the two Aurors again. They had made it as far as to a big tree, and Harry got seated on the ground without bothering to see if James had made it back to the house again or not. James, who looked a little disappointed, got seated on a hidden swing. He swayed in front of Harry slowly, kicking up speed with his feet.
"Dad said that you're going to Hogwarts too. It's going to be great! I just know it." he said in a happy voice. Harry who had closed his eyes, enjoying the cool summers breeze, just hummed in agreement.
"Master, it's said that we killed Auror Potter's brother today in the attack!" the man kneeling in front of him, looked twisted. As if Harry was looking into one of those funny mirrors at a funfair. He was wearing a dark cloak and a white mask covered his face.
"Good! The Potters will learn their place, following that Muggle loving fool!" Harry knew the voice that was coming out through his mouth.
"There was a boy!" the man said in a small voice, clearly not wanting to deliver this peace of information.
"He survived! He was found by muggles, and brought to one of their hospitals. He is with the Potters now! They say he's a Potter and..." A foot kicked the man hard.
"I believe I said to kill all, no survivors! How could a boy escape?"
"Master, I'm sorry! Please forgi…Ahh" Harry felt the effects of the crutiatus hit him, not as bad as he was used to but strangely painful none the less.
"DAD! Dad!" James was screaming in terror as Harry's body convulsed on the ground. "Harry hold on! Dad's on his way! DAD!" James was crying now, big tears were streaming down his cheeks, as he was holding Harry down on the ground trying to stop him from moving about.
"Harry! What happened? James come here!" James walked over to his father and was soon in a tight embrace, crying in shock.
Ben was kneeling next to Harry, who was starting to calm down. The connection had ended, but the pain seemed to linger longer than usual.
"I'm fine!" Harry said automatically.
"It was just a dream. I must have dozed of, I'm fine!" Harry couldn't believe it. How had he felt that? He didn't even have the scar left. He quickly felt on his forehead, nothing strange there.
"What's that there Harry? Is your forehead hurting?" Ben asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"You are a little red there!" He said, touching Harry's forehead softly.
"That's it! Come on boys. We need to get you, Harry, to St Mungo's! I should have taken you there right away! Merlin knows what you could have been hit with?" Mr Potter said, standing up. He looked at James, who was pale and sobbing.
"Might as well take you in for a calming draft!" He muttered.
Ben helped Harry to stand, and had him to lean on him, as they walked to the house. Harry's legs felt like jelly, and he ended up being carried by Ben. James kept looking back at him as they finally made their way back to the house. Mrs Potter stood in the doorway, looking more than worried.
"James! Keep Harry company, we'll be in the kitchen! I just need to exchange a word with your mom." James nodded, and got seated as close to Harry as he could, he grabbed Harry's hand and stoked it. Harry felt a blush creep up on his face. It wasn't as if this was his first vision, he thought.
A short while later, the boy's heard voices approaching. "…screaming and clutching his head! Then he said he was fine!" the adults came in with a much younger looking Madam Pomfrey. "Harry this is Poppy, she works as a trainee nurse at Hogwarts. She's just going to have a look at you." Said Mrs Potter. Harry couldn't help but relax at the familiar sight.
"Are you still in pain?" She asked, lifting her wand. Harry shook his head and winced when it throbbed painfully.
"I see!" She said, sounding very much like he was used to hear her. He gave her a smile.
"Oh no! Don't think you'll get away by smiling! Where are your glasses?" She asked, after holding her wand over his head.
"Um…I lost them." Harry answered. Suddenly she gasped and looked alarmed
"He's been put under the Crutiatus curse!" Mr Potter nodded grimly.
"He was in the attack this morning!" he said, looking grim. Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "It's been cast on him within the last hour!" she stated, looking concerned.
"I need my bag! Where is it?" Ben hurried out of the room, to get it.
"I'm fine! I don't need any potions!" Harry tried to say. The adults didn't hear him though.
"The wards, Harold!" Mrs Potter was saying.
"The wards would have gone of!" Mr Potter nodded. Harry felt bad for not telling them it was a vision.
"It was just a vision! I have them every now and then!" he said, not wanting them to worry. "Vision?" Madam Pomfrey turned her attention on him again. Harry nodded, looking down on the floor.
"I'm not a seer or anything! It's just…" He trailed out, not really sure what it was anymore. The scar was gone, he shouldn't be having these visions.
"What are they about?" Ben asked. Harry was speared from answering, as Mrs Potter glared at him.
"Harry has had to answer enough questions for today!" she said in a dare-to-defy me kind of tone.
"Here you go! Drink this!" the potion he was handed by Madam Pomfrey looked disgusting. "Drink it!" Madam Pomfrey ordered, when he stared up at her. There was no question about whether or not she would force it down, if he didn't swallow it on his own. Harry took a deep breath and then gulped it down, making a face. Soon his vision got even more blurry and he slipped into a deep sleep.