If He's Not Who They Think He Is
Chapter 3
I don't own Harry Potter

I was roused from my sleep by a timid knock on the door. Glancing at the clock I made my way to the door. Who was knocking on my door at midnight?

"Yes," I asked, opening the door, "Harry, what's wrong?" I asked, wide awake at seeing the boy, his face tear-stained, at my door.

"I...I needed someone to talk to and you're the first person I thought of Uncle Moony," Harry said tearfully.

"Of course, come in," I said, ushering Harry into an armchair in front of the fireplace. "Did you have a nightmare about James and Lily's death again?" I asked, starting some water for tea.

"No," Harry said softly. "It was worse than those."

"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry was quiet for a moment. "I was young," he finally said softly. "Much younger than I am in the dream Mom dies in. I can't be more than a few hours old. It's warm and I'm happy. Happier than I can ever remember being. There are two people, I can't tell who they are, I know they aren't my mom and dad, but they make me feel safe, safe and loved.

"Then one of them is holding me, but they're crying, the other one looking over the first one's shoulder. The one holding me hands me to my mom and lets out a sob, burrying his face in the other's chest.

"I, the younger me, starts crying, wanting to be back with the one who was holding me first.

"But he won't take me back. The other two leave and I'm with my parents. But I can't stop crying for the other two," Harry finished quietly. "Was I adopted Uncle Moony? Everyone always said I was the spitting image of Dad, but this dream, I know it was more than just a dream."

I thought for a few seconds, wondering how much of the truth I should tell him.

"Yes," I said eventually. "You were adopted. Only your parents, Sirius and I, and Dumbledore knew. Your birth parents didn't tell anyone except James and Lily they were expecting and they only had 24 hours with you after you were born."

"Why did they give me up? Didn't they love me?" Harry asked, his eyes filling with fresh tears.

"No! They loved you very much Harry. They gave you up because it was what's best for you," I said quickly, "They weren't a conventional couple, weren't married and were two of Voldemort's biggest enemies."

"My parents were enemies of Voldemort too," Harry whispered.

"But one of your birth parents was a pure-blood who scorned him and the other was a were-wolf, lower than low in Voldemort's eyes. You were safer with James and Lily."

"Do you know them? My birth parents?" Harry asked hopefully. "Are they still alive?"

"I know them rather well. They are still alive. I know your mother is well, but I lost touch with your father around the time James and Lily died. I do know he is alive though."

Harry and I sat in sclience for a few moments, finishing our tea.

"Thanks Uncle Moony," Harry said, standing up and putting his cup on the table between us. "For listening. And for telling me the truth."

"You're welcome Harry," I said, standing to show him to the door. "I'll always be here for you Harry, never forget that."