Nick was happy he started to see a bit, and he hoped, but he would not get his hopes up. He heard his Aunt, she didn't expect it to suddenly come back, and he would not hope too much. Andromeda didn't mean it couldn't, it was purely psychological now, but she knew his trust issues still. There was still this barrier, no matter how close he grew to his family, which prevented it. But slowly he was showing signs, and they were all working with him. They wondered if he was worried, he had come to rely on his three teachers, that they would leave. None of them had intention to leave, even if he got his eye sight back, though they wouldn't be needed as much. They would remain with him, to help him learn about his powers, before he hopefully went off to Beauxbautons.

Lucius came out to find his brother and speak with him. Severus would be arriving that day, with news about Harry's family, in the US. They hoped they could get the couple out, without raising any suspicion, and safely into a safe house.

Nick was not outside as he thought but in the den. "Nick?"

His brother's head turned towards his voice. "Hey Luc."

Lucius came and sat down on the ottoman in front of him. "I thought I'd find you outside in the gardens."

Nick had his hands on a book which Lucius realized was his album. "I know it's foolish…..I just…."

Lucius cut him off. "You were hoping to look at the photos. It isn't foolish Nick, no one can blame you."

Nick closed the book. "I thought I was looking at a photo of my Uncle, but then I noticed Talis was next to me."

Lucius noticed the old cat, who even with Titan, was usually with Nick whenever he was in doors. The two of them both had uses, Titan for when Nick was on his feet, and moving around. The cat helped him when he was sitting down, originally at meals, but his training had helped him learn to eat and other tasks without using Talis. He no longer looked like a baby needing a bib, without the cat.

Lucius brought over a photo; it was one of many in the room, but one special for Nick. It was the photo they had shown Remus, of the two proud dads, holding their son. Regulus had died so soon after giving birth, there were only a handful of photos of him with Nick, but this was the first.

Lucius placed it in his hands. "Maybe you will see this one day too."

Nick touched the picture. "What is it?"

Lucius smiled. "Our father and yours, no more than a half hour after they were given what they called the most precious gift in the world."

Nick ran a hand on the photo. "They called me that? Probably wouldn't think so any more."

Lucius stopped. "Our dad would be so so proud of you. As would your Daddy, and grandfather Orion. You are a true Black-Malfoy."

Nick shook his head. "I killed him."

Lucius stopped; they had spoken about this, when Nick had first come. He had assured his brother, that Voldemort had not known about Nick, when he had gone after Regulus. Regulus could have remained at the manor, the wards would have kept him safe, but he wouldn't. He knew it would come out, and he'd put all those he loved at risk, especially his son. He had done what he had, to protect those he loved.

Nick shook his head, he wasn't talking Daddy, he understood. It took time, but like the Potters and their son, he had understood. It was the father he shared with Lucius, Abraxas, who he was talking about. It was him who he killed.

Lucius was shocked by his words. "You didn't kill him, he died from the pox, you were a baby."

Nick shook his head. "You said it yourself, he lost his will to live, because my daddy died and I was gone."

Lucius sighed. "I did. But you're not to blame, Albus is, he took you. You were kidnapped; you didn't run away, he loved you so much."

Nick had some tears. "You were his son too, and he had a grandson. Why don't you hate me? Why don't you blame me for taking him?"

Lucius was starting to understand. "I don't. I was a grown up, not a small child, jealous of sharing my dad. I was so happy to see him in love."

His parents had an arranged marriage, and while there was some love, they weren't in love. Lucius' mother died when he was less than a year old, not much older than Nick was, when his dad died. Lucius had never known his mum, and growing up he saw his dad alone, not dating. He had been a different man with Regulus, not only to Regulus, but Lucius too. He had been far more open, and when the babies came, hands on with both. It was said love could make a person a better man, and white Abraxas was always a good man, he became better with marriage.

Nick held to him and for a moment he saw. "I look like Daddy, why does everyone say I looked like James?"

Lucius noticed neither the cat or dog were looking, his brother had seen, but said nothing. "People looked for similarities, there were some."

Nick put down the photo. "I wish I had more than your stories, and a picture I can't see. I want my daddies."

Lucius held him against his chest. "I know Nick, I know. I know I will never replace them, but you have me, and Remus, all of us."

Nick held to his brother and allowed himself to cry it out. When he calmed, he asked his brother about Harry's relatives, he had not heard of them since, and was worried they had been in danger. Thinking of his own family, he thought of Harry's, and how much he couldn't lose them.

Severus answered from the door. "His Aunt and Uncle are safe. They are in our heavily warded safe house in Jamaica as we speak."

Harry was relieved when he received word from the twins. He had been assured his relatives were safe out of the US. He had not been told where, even his Aunt and Uncle when they wrote him, wouldn't tell him. They knew he'd protect them, that he would never knowingly risk them, but it was safer this way. They had their journal, and could write to him, and confirm they were safe. He was assured by Professor Manx, well through Travis who had a journal, that he'd get Travis out if there was any risk. Travis' parents were under watch as well, if their son was under suspicion and disappeared, then they may become targets for it.

The school year was about to start, and he was surprised to learn he was to be taken to the hospital. The twins had kept in contact with him, and Hermione and Luna, but the other red heads worried him. He knew Arthur and Charlie knew the truth about who he was.

Albus explained quietly before they left the office they flood into. "The press has been here. They will expect for you to have visited."

Harry shook his head. "I'm the reason the woman is in a coma, and could have been killed. I doubt the family wants to see me.'

Albus put a hand on his arm. "The family was involved in the first war even. Besides I remind you how much they love you."

Harry was reminded the man had no idea he knew the truth, or that Arthur did as well. "The decoy you mean."

Albus smirked. "Well you are him, or will be soon. You should be happy he made such good friends, you will soon be popular."

Harry held his tongue on that, though he felt like laughing at the idea. He knew from the twins, the decoy had a hard time, making friends. Everyone wanted to know the celebrity, but real friends, had been hard for him to come by. It was through quidditch he made most, and he had reached out to other casts, like Neville and Luna, even Hermione. Ron, well he had found out what kind of friend that kid was.

There were aurors outside the door. He was surprised when Albus didn't go into the room with him, but the man explained the couple wanted to see him alone, he was accompanied only by Moody into the room. As Moody warded the room for privacy, the words sunk in.

He was surprised when he found Molly awake in the bed. "Mrs. Weasley you're awake?"

Molly nodded. "I am, and have been told about you from my husband and sons."

Arthur explained. "She woke up not long after he came for a visit, but only been alert and on the mend for the last week."

Harry went over to the bed side and put down flowers next to her. "I'm sorry for the lies, and that you got hurt protecting me."

The woman sighed. "I know you were a victim in all of this. Our Harry has convinced me, that he truly believes that."

He looked at the twins, and assumed the message had come through them, or the decoy had written a letter. He knew Nick had come, he had told Arthur the truth about this himself, but that had been before the woman had woken up. He had been surprised they'd bring him, He was under the impression the kid was not just in hiding but once healed, he'd be allowed his own life for once but in France.

He was cut out of his thoughts by Fred who asked. "So what do you think, I told you he looked more like a beater."

George agreed. "Still not sure how he is to pass for you."

Harry was absolutely confused at George's words, he thought Fred had been talking to his mother. "What do you mean.? Who are you…?"

A voice came from behind him. "They were talking about me, though without Titan with me, I'll have to take their word on it."

He turned to see who was standing behind him, shocked to see a kid who looked a bit like him. He had been told the decoy was never blood adopted, they had enough similarities between them, only a few charms were used. It was obvious those charms had been removed. Nick held on to his brother, who for a second time reluctantly brought him, when Molly was asking to see him. Titan was home, so he couldn't see enough yet.

Harry looked at the kid who had lived his life until that summer and had no idea what he was meant to say to him. Lamely he said. "Hi."

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