A/N Here's the next chapter
I couldn't believe how nice the reviews where for the first chapter, so thank you so much for that, and I hope you enjoy
Emerald green eyes scanned the small hospital room.
Harry tried to move but everything hurt, he was lying on a bed in a white room with magical instruments seemingly randomly placed.
Fear crept into his heart. 'Where was he, what had happened, where was lord Voldemort', where some of the thoughts running through his head.
Harry slowly sat up and leaned back on the pillows, he wanted to scream out in pain, even the tiniest movement felt like he was being cursed a thousand times.
Scanning the room, Harry's eyes fell on a woman, fast asleep, sitting on a chair, her head resting on the bed, the top of her head touching Harry's arm.
Harry instinctively yanked his arm away, and then groaned in pain. He hated people touching him. Even if it was only a little bit, he couldn't stand it.
He was too loud and the red haired women started to stir, her eyes fluttering open, she sleepily looked up at him, and then tensed.
She suddenly jumped out of her chair, startling Harry. "Your awake" she said shocked, putting a bit of her hair behind her ears. She ran to the door, and then as an afterthought, looked back at him, "I'm just going to get the healer" she said, "I'll be right back"
It hadn't even been ten seconds when the women walked back in with a healer behind her.
"Nice to see your awake, Mr. Potter" said the healer picking up a clipboard from the end of his bed. He seemed young to Harry, late twenties or early thirties, with blond hair and a reassuring smile.
"You seem to be healing up nicely, how do you feel?" asked the healer, his eyes on the clipboard. Harry remained silent, 'what in Merlin's name was going on'.
"What's the matter Harry, cat got your tongue?" asked the healer, laughing at his own joke.
Harry scowled at the man, and gave him his best icy glare; he could make death eaters run with just a look.
It obviously worked because the man froze up and averted his gaze from Harry's eyes, quickly consulting the clipboard; he touched some of the objects around the room and then ran out.
The women wouldn't stop staring at Harry and it unnerved him.
"Are you alright?" she finally asked, Harry wanted to roll his eyes, of course he wasn't alright, he settled on not talking. "You poor thing, I can't imagine what you've been through, you must be completely terrified right now. James will be here any minute now and then we can explain everything to you together" said the women, giving him a reassuring smile as she sat back down, her green eyes never leaving his.
'She had his eyes', Harry thought, he had never met anyone who had the exact same shade of green
The women kept talking, but he drowned her out, he was in too much pain to be able to concentrate, he was sure that if he wasn't so use to pain, he would have surely cried out.
A few minutes later, a man walked into the room, obviously excited, his eyes darting straight to Harry.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, the man was practically a replica of himself, right down to the glasses, and the only difference was that the man was older.
The man sat down next to the women, and grabbed hold of her hand, smiling down at her. The women heaved a sigh, still staring at Harry, she hadn't once looked away from him, it was unnerving, to Harry.
"Harry" the women said, "my name is Lily and this is my husband James...James Potter"
Harry felt his brow crease, there last name couldn't be Potter, it was his.
"And you...are our son, where your parents Harry" lily said in rush, nervously trying to get the words out. She wasn't normally nervous but how did one go about telling someone they were your kid.
Harry froze, his body tensing, "you're lying" he said, then winced, it even hurt to breath let alone talk
James and lily looked shocked.
"No we're not, Harry" James said in a determined voice, "you are our son... it's a long and complicated story, Harry" he heaved, running his hand through his hair
"You we're taken from us" Lily said determined to convince Harry "when you we're only six months old, we've been looking for you ever since, Harry" she said reaching out to touch Harry's arm, but Harry moved away from her touch.
"I don't have any parents" Harry answered in a cold voice, and before another word could be said, he lay back down on the bed and said "I'm tired, I'd like to sleep now"
"Of course" said James, "you must be exhausted...I'll just go talk to the doctor"
~A~C~
Lily walked into St Mungo's feeling better then ever, it was three in the morning and the reception area was as normal, completely packed, witches and wizards seemed to be more in need of a hospital at night time then in the day.
It had been two days since Harry had woken up, and Lily had only left his side a few hours ago, when he had gotten the all clear. Harry would be able to come home later in the day.
It had taken awhile to convince Harry that they were truly his parents but he had slowly come round to the idea
"Mrs. Potter" yelled the head healer of Harry's case
Trying to catch up to Lily before she entered Harry's room
"Healer Gladys" Lily said in acknowledgment and waited for the women to catch up.
Healer Gladys was a no nonsense type of lady, with her light brown hair always in a tight bun and her square rimmed glasses, always hanging off her nose. She specialised in child cases and was the best of the best, in her profession.
"Can we talk in my office?" asked the Healer
"Of course" Lily said, following the women down the corridor and towards her office.
As she took a seat, Lily's good mood started to dampen, worried about what Healer Gladys would say.
"Is there something wrong with Harry?" Lily blurted out
"No, no" the Healer reassured her quickly, "there's nothing physically wrong with Harry, that can't be fixed"
"Physically?" Lily asked, picking up on the word
"Yes...physically" the Healer said, taking off her square rimmed glasses and staring down at Lily, "physically, Harry is as fit as a fiddle...emotionally, however we're not so sure"
"What do you mean you're not sure?" Lily asked alarmed
"Harry has been through quite a traumatic experience" said Gladys, "and he might need some help adjusting to his past and what his future is going to be like!" she said as sensitively as possible.
Lily realised what Gladys's was trying to say, " by help...you mean therapy" Lily said, feeling like she had the breath knocked out of her, she was uncomfortable with the idea of therapy.
"Yes" answered Gladys's "we have some amazing child therapists here, who are more then qualified to take on Harry's case"
"Isn't therapy, a little too drastic?" asked Lily nervous
"Mrs. Potter, I've seen countless children, like Harry who have never gotten the help they need because of their parents misguided ideas about therapy, I would never have suggested it, if I didn't believe Harry could benefit from" said Gladys's, then seeing the indecision on Lily's face, brought out a packet from her bottom drawer and then passed it to Lily.
"Everything you need to know about therapy is in there, including a full description about the available child therapists, we have. Read the pamphlet, discuss this with your husband, and then if you decided to go ahead with it, get in contact with us and we'll take it from there" said Healer Gladys, putting an end to the conversation
~A~C~
"How are you feeling, champ?" James asked, packing up all the potions the healers had given him.
Harry remained silent, dressed in the blue jeans, a black shirt and a red jacket, James and Lily had brought for him, earlier in the week. It had been difficult getting him into the clothes, since he didn't like to be touched, Harry had tried to put in on himself, but was in too much pain, so James had changed him, trying not to touch him.
The marks James had seen on Harry's body had surprised him, there weren't any obvious marks, they were small and there were only a few, at first he had thought they were dragon pox spots that had remained on his body, but as he looked closer, he realised they were duel marks, and he was sure every single one of them had to have caused excruciating pain
"I finished with the paperwork" Lily said entering the room, "time to leave" she smiled at Harry and James.
James walked to Harry's bedside, "Harry, you can't walk in your condition, so I have no choice but to pick you up"
Harry remained silent, James lifted up Harry, whose body tensed.
Lily grabbed the bag filled with potions, and opened the door for James, they exited St Mungo's and walked down the short path to the car park, James always rambled when he was nervous and this occasion was no different
"...and we have a park, fairly close to the house" James continued, they had tried to tell Harry everything about their lives, his siblings, his new home and their friends, in the past two days.
James could see lily trying to hide her smile, as she walked along side them, he was glad someone found this funny.
As they reached the car, James realised that Harry's body was still tense; he put the little boy on his feet as he opened the car door and Lily put everything in the trunk.
He placed Harry in the car seat, and Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"this is a booster seat" James rambled, "and this is a car" James said, running his hand through his hair, indicating the car, unsure of what Harry knew about cars he continued, "it a big muggle object, that moves"
Lily gently swatted his arm
"It's the truth" he moaned, buckling Harry in.
As he drove, James pointed out everything he could see
"That's the school, Bobby goes to and next to that, is the pre-school that Thomas attends "James said as they where closer to their home,
"Don't you home school them?" Harry asked
Lily and James looked at each other, surprised. It was the first time Harry had willingly talked.
"Well" Lily answered; "although most witches and wizards home school their children, we decided to send them to a muggle school" she smiled
"Why?" Harry asked, genuinely confused, muggles were inferior to wizards; there wasn't anything useful they could teach.
"For a number of reasons" answered Lily, "theirs a lot we could learn from muggles"
Harry chose to keep his mouth shut; he still couldn't believe his parents were muggle lovers.
As Harry looked out of the window, he realised the houses where getting bigger the further they went.
It was seven in the evening when James finally parked in front of a house, it was on the edge of the street and Harry could clearly see it.
It was big, but not too big, it looked like a Victorian house to Harry, with a big garden in front of it, and there was a small pond at the edge of the garden and an apple tree. There was a porch swing attached to one side of the porch and a small table and a few chairs on the other.
James unbuckled Harry and hoisted him out of the seat, holding him close, James walked down the path, up the steps and through the front door.
They entered a large entrance hall, James dumped his keys on a table next to the door, and walked further into the house, there were doors on either side of the hall and stairs further down to Harry's right.
"That" said Lily pointing to the door in front of the stairs is the dining room. They entered the room, there was a large table in the middle of the room with chairs around it, and there was a glass cabinet at the end with numerous knick knacks, like pictures and pocket watches.
"On the other side of that door is the play room" James said pointing to the other door in the room. They spent roughly ten minutes showing Harry all the rooms on the first floor
Harry yawned, rubbing his eyes
"We should leave the tour till tomorrow" Lily said, as they climbed the stairs
"Yeah" agreed James
"How about I put him to bed and you go pick up the boys from Sirius and Annette" Lily said
"Alright" James said handing her Harry, he walked into the living and grabbed some floo powder them walked into the fireplace, yelling out Sirius's address.
He walked out into a dimly lit living room
"James?" Sirius asked walking into the living room, "didn't expect to see you here so early" he smirked, slapping his friend on the back
"Sorry? Traffic took longer then expected" he answered sheepishly
"So, how's my little godson doing?" Sirius asked, as he led James to the kitchen
"Hey Neti" James said smiling as she handed him a coffee mug, "hope the boys weren't too much trouble"
"Alec and Bobby together always equals trouble" Annette chuckled, Annette Black, formerly known as Annette Court, was Sirius' wife and a muggle. Annette had shiny blonde hair past her shoulders, and shimmering blue eyes, she was a secondary school teacher.
"You know those two are going to destroy Hogwarts" Sirius laughed
"no son of mine, will be destroying anything" Annette gently scolded, Sirius smirked at James, Alec Black was the same age as Bobby, and Sirius would make sure that the next generation of Black and Potter back at Hogwarts would drive McGonagall and Dumbledore crazy.
James put his empty mug in the sink
"Bobby's asleep in Alec's room and Thomas is in the nursery" Annette said
"I'll help you get them" Sirius said following James up the stairs, James crept into the nursery and picked up the sleeping three year old, Sirius and Annette had never had the heart to change Alec's nursery once he had gotten to old for it.
James followed Sirius into Alec's room; Sirius had magically moved a bed from one of the other rooms into Alec's for Bobby to sleep in. Sirius picked up Bobby and followed James to the living room.
James took Thomas home first via the floo network, then came back for Bobby
"Thanks for watching them" James said again
"no, problem, Merlin knows you've watched Alec more times then I've taken care of the boys" Sirius smirked.
James couldn't help but laugh, because it was true, as a quidditch player, James had more free time during the week then any one else, (except maybe Remus) and he somehow always ended up babysitting, someone's kid.
James hopped out of the fireplace and quietly placed Bobby in his bed, a slow smile spread over James' face; it was the first time ever, that he would have all three sons under one roof.
James was giddy with excitement when he entered his bedroom, his mood however dampened when he spotted what Lily was doing.
"Are you still reading that thing" He said changing his clothes and hopping into bed next to her. Lily was reading the pamphlet, healer Gladys had given her on child therapy.
James didn't like the idea of therapy, therapy was for kids who heard voices in their heads that told them to hex and curse people. Harry was a child that had been dealt a difficult hand in life, but they could help him, he was sure of that.