Khan was ill at ease as he traveled through the maze of corridors trailing after Sirius Black. He hated hospitals. Always had, probably always would. It wasn't the hospital itself that caused the vague sense of unease as he traveled through its corridors though, it was the medicinal smell and the underlying smell of cleansers, sickness, pain, and death which his nose which was more sensitive than an average human's nose picked up with amazing clarity. His earliest childhood memories had involved a large number of trips to medical facilities where he'd been poked and prodded by doctors and scientists who were still trying to figure out just what it was they had created and they'd all had that awful stench.
He wasn't here to be looked at however, he was here for a different purpose entirely, a purpose which lay in the maternity ward.
"Come on!" Sirius said, impatient with the pace he had set as he all but ran down the hall.
Eventually, they reached the correct room. James Potter was standing by the bed, and on the bed with her bright red hair fanned out across the pillow was Lily Potter who was holding a small bundle which was wrapped in a blue blanket. Sirius ran up to the bed the instant he was in the room and all but snatched the small bundle out of its mother's arms, ignoring the glare that said mother had shot him. After fussing with the bundle for a while and loudly congratulating James, the man seemed to remember he was in the room and passed the baby to him.
Khan looked down at the small bundle which had just been placed in his arms. Over the past year and change, he'd become a member of a rather odd family, albeit one that he was frequently away from due to his studies at Oxford where he was making a number of potentially useful connections as well as being picked on for his age which was an average of seven years younger than that of his classmates. His first summer with Potter and his rather odd family had been interesting to say the least, especially after he'd figured out the Potters' secret and been sworn to secrecy since he was "family".
The peace and good times at Godric's Hollow hadn't lasted to the end of the Summer. Of course, that peace had been mostly illusion, as all members of the household at the cottage at which he was staying were semi-active combatants in a secret war, but until that point the Godric's Hollow cottage had been a place of relative peace and relaxation with a good deal of "fun" thrown in. Black's loss of a brother he claimed he didn't love had been one insult too many as far as he was concerned, and all members of the home aside from Lily who was trying to give James Potter an heir that he might've never lived to see had shifted to full wartime footing at home as well as away.
His distant relative Lily had become pregnant following the implantation of an embryo that had been conceived via in-vitro fertilisation in early November, and there had been a great deal of worry over whether or not the baby would survive until the middle of her second trimester. Part of that worry was due to the fact that the Potters had upset a very dangerous individual who was bent on world domination and going about it in entirely the wrong way. The Potters' ancestral home had been targeted because of this, but fortunately the elder and rather elderly Potters had been gone at the time and therefore hadn't seen the destruction of their home. Unfortunately, the reason the elder Potters had been away from their now destroyed home had been because Mr. Potter had caught something called Spattergroit, from which he had passed in February. Mrs. Potter, having not lived without her husband in some capacity since they'd started Hogwarts, followed soon after despite the fact that her case which she'd caught from her husband hadn't been nearly as severe and had supposedly been caught in time.
James Potter, having lost his home and his parents was determined to be happy in spite of this. If he threw himself into battle against the forces of the megalomaniac who had named himself Voldemort a little more recklessly than before, nobody commented on it. Just about everyone had lost someone, and the names of the lost were battle cries on the lips of the active combatants who were involved in the Order of the Phoenix. If James threw himself into play just as hard as he threw himself into combat, few commented, as many played in just such a way because they may never get the chance to do so later.
Being a twelve year-old boy and a "Muggle" to boot, he himself was kept out of things, forced to lurk on the periphery of the sidelines and gather his information from whispers he overheard during his Christmas, Easter, and Long Vacations.
The Potters had tried to return him to Dr. Parker because of the war on two occasions following the death of Lily Potter's mother who had kept him for a week after the Potters had gotten dragged into the fighting, but he had found his way back, and they decided to keep him close so he wouldn't be snatched up while he was crossing the country to reach them. Even despite the fact that they were locked in hidden magical combat and tried to get rid of him for his own safety, the Potters were better company than Dr. Parker. They'd even accepted him for what he was rather than feared him like Parker did after they'd realized that he was far stronger, faster, and smarter than even most wizards who were usually stronger and faster and on rare occasions smarter than normal human beings.
The only real drawback to staying with the Potters aside from the increased risk of death was that James Potter frequently lectured him on the road he was supposedly going down, having supposedly been on it himself. The lectures were rather annoying despite their being done out of concern.
Now, there was a new Potter. A Potter who had been born very early the previous morning after both Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom had rather unexpectedly gone into labor following an Order meeting despite the fact that they weren't due for at least another week. While Alice had gone to St. Mungo's, Lily had given birth to her son at a "Muggle" hospital because she couldn't be certain that there weren't any Death Eaters at St. Mungo's. James Potter was over the moon about the new baby, and he was somewhat curious about the child as well.
With the baby in his arms, he had the opportunity to sate that curiosity now. Having never handled a baby before, it was somewhat awkward. Little Harry was a small pink thing with a thatch of wild black hair on his head and, despite the fact that babies' eyes were normally blue, Harry's eyes were the same green as his mother's.
Not a good sign.
He'd seen baby photos of himself and a number of the other Augments whom he kept in contact with despite the continent separating them, and one interesting feature he'd noted was that their final eye color had oddly been set at birth, quite likely due to the genetic tampering which had led to their creation. A creation which had gone unremarked because their creators had kept their heads down during the Brush wars and let the protesters like the ones in Santa Cruz back in '67 take all of the attention while they quietly turned labs across the world to a task many of their colleagues would heartily disapprove of.
He should've known that Dr. Parker wouldn't have been able to resist tinkering, especially when he had such materials at hand. Of course, he could be mistaken, and it might be this mysterious magic thing he'd yet to find a full explanation for despite raiding the Oxford library and speaking to a number of the physics professors who dealt in the theoretical that had been responsible for Harry's eyes.
"Something wrong?" Lily who'd been watching him like a hawk while he held her newborn son asked, sounding concerned. More likely for the baby rather than him despite the fact that that tone had previously been reserved for him alone.
"No, just thinking." he replied as he handed the infant who could quite possibly be another one of his brother Augments to its mother.
"Don't worry. You're going to be a great older cousin." Lily said, apparently thinking that that was what he was concerned about. "And, Harry's going to be happy to have you around."
He smiled. He was certain of that. He never made the same mistake twice, and one thing he never screwed up with was family. Being the oldest, he was responsible for all of the others, the big brother as it were as well as the leader they looked up to. Whether or not Harry was one of his own kind, he was one of his, and would be treated accordingly.
Edited 1-2-16.