I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

Chapter three: Introductions

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Lily POV

It was heart breaking to not be able to do anything to rid the pain for the young boy. Both Madam Pomfrey and I stood next to the bed after spelling him so he couldn't move in case he hurt himself during the process. We had just finished when the door to the bedroom opened and in stepped James with Sirius close behind.

"How's he doing?" asked James

"Not well, but there is nothing we can do. We have monitoring charms on him so we will know if anything starts shutting down, with potions to correct it nearby." said Madam Pomfrey

James just nodded and came over to me and wrapped a comforting arm around me. He knew how much I loved children and not being able to help one in pain was agonizing for me.

"He's strong, I'm sure he will be fine" James whispered.

I couldn't help but agree even if we only just met the boy. Looking down at the small body trying to thrash around with eyes scrunched close I could tell that he was a survivor. He took what life gave him and made the best. Just the fact that he was still here and breathing after 8 years with the Dark Lord was proof enough.

"What happened at the meeting?"

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Harry POV

Pain. That's all I could feel. It surrounded me in a black cloud. Distantly I was aware that I wasn't alone, wherever I was.

I could sometimes here voices if I concentrated hard enough. But I couldn't understand what they were saying. I heard the words but they seemed irrelevant compared to the pain.

I listened to the voices to keep my mind off the pain, in a vain hope to lessen it. The voices were quiet as if they were speaking from a great distance away and I was listening to a badly tuned radio with just snippets reaching my ears.

"Not his... how...but who?"

"Don't... mystery?

"Maybe Albus...find...information"

"...try...but...maybe impossible..."

"what if...follower..."

"possible but...count on..."

I had no idea what they were speaking of. It just confused me more. I let the voices fade as darkness enveloped me.

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James POV

Grimmauld Place had a dark cloud hanging over it for 3 days. For 3 days Order members would take turns watching over Harry. There were some close calls where either Madame Pomfrey or Severus had to be flooed immediately but they were always there in time.

He had spent his time divided hovering over Harry or at home with Lily and Alex. He smiled to himself when he thought of his son. Only his first year at Hogwarts and already causing chaos. Alex was currently at the burrow visiting his best friend, Ron Weasley, for the day. It was Christmas break for the boys and there was a lot to celebrate for with the war being over.

As he climbed the stairs and made his way to the room Harry was in. His mind drifted to the conversation he and lily had last night. Lily had wanted to adopt the boy. He had no problems with that but he was more wary on what Harry would think. He had spoken with Lucius on several occasions about Harry. He seemed like a great kid despite everything. But he got the impression that Harry would resist if they tried to adopt him right now. So after several minutes of debating they had decided to let Harry live with them and be his temporary guardians to introduce him to the real world. They hoped that maybe after spending time with them that Harry would be acceptable to the idea of adoption.

As he reached the door that lead to Regulus old room he could hear soft murmuring inside. Slowly opening the door he saw that Madame Pomfrey and Snape were over in the corning and talking. They both looked up when they heard the door creek and Madame Pomfrey motioned him over while Snape tried and failed to hide his slight sneer at his entrance. Taking a brief glance at the bed as he walked over he saw that Harry was asleep and looking better than he had seen in the past couple days.

"He should be waking up soon, it's over now" Madame Pomfrey said in a quiet voice.

He wasn't able to withhold a relieved sigh. Harry has been in and out of conscious and screaming in pain the whole process. When he was silent and conscious he was delirious and didn't notice anything going on around him. It had been frustrating to not be able to do anything more then damp his forehead with a wet cloth when his body temperature got high.

"He will still need to rest and get plenty sleep for at least another week" she said and then as an afterthought "no magic as well, it will tire him greatly".

I just nodded my head and walked over to the bed, letting them get back to discussing what potions Harry will be needing.

As he looked down he couldn't help but think that Harry was really small. He was sure Alex was bigger when he was that age. He was definitely curious as to who his parents were. He tried to place the features on anyone he knew but couldn't think of any. The boy was definitely aristocratic looking that's for sure. Obviously coming from a pureblood family on at least one side. But who was the question. He sighed inwardly as he sat on the chair by the bed and let his thoughts wonder. He still had to talk to Albus about Harry coming to live with his family.