"Your son? I had always thought he was James' boy but that tells us how powerful Lily's magic was. I noticed the presence of a glamour charm but a spell of this nature is usually only detectable as it's wearing off," Madam Pomfrey rambled as she tried to make sense of what she just heard.

To say Madam Pomfrey was stunned by Remus' confession was an understatement. Madam Pomfrey was rarely ever baffled but she was definitely baffled now. She had guessed Harry had placed the glamour over summer holiday to hide some pimples or maybe a hickey; these were the types of glamours Poppy was used to seeing in thirteen-year-olds and they could be removed but this one was far more advanced and had to wear off on its own. Besides, it would be a shock to Harry's system if he suddenly looked completely different without any warning.

Besides, it would be a shock to Harry's system if he suddenly looked completely different without any warning. It was easy to predict that Harry's hair colour and facial features would drastically change. Neither Lily or Remus had black hair so Poppy was curious to see whose hair colour he was going to take.

"Wearing off, are you sure? Lily said she would work around that," Remus muttered, knowing as well as Poppy that the press would have a field day upon learning The Boy Who Lived was caught in the middle of a paternity scandal. Rita Skeeter would twist it around and make a larger mess of the situation than necessary. The last thing Harry needs is for this to be put on the cover of the Daily Prophet.

"Yes, if she used the spell I believe she did, it needs to be renewed every thirteen years and that's impossible without James alive to root the spell," Madam Pomfrey muttered sadly. But this meant they had to tell Harry the truth about who his father was.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he felt almost back to normal. The only thing wrong was how painfully hungry he was; with how much he threw up yesterday, he wasn't surprised by how hungry he was. What had caught him off guard was how strong the scents around the room were. Harry could smell the potions across the room and he could tell what cleaner had been used on the floor and the dust in the air. It was quite overwhelming to be able to smell so much.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey said walking over to Harry. Her voice sounded the same as usual but her expression was unreadable.

Harry noticed there was a tall, thin man talking to Madam Pomfrey when he woke up. He wasn't sure how but the man seemed familiar in some way.

"I'm okay, I'm really hungry, though," Harry said in a quiet voice. As if on cue, Dobby popped into the room and handed Harry a large tray of food. Harry noticed that Madam Pomfrey and the man she was speaking to were both looking at him with an expression he couldn't read.

"Harry, you missed the welcome speech but this is Professor Remus Lupin; he will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts," Madam Pomfrey said.

Harry gave Professor Lupin a smile between bites but made no effort to slow down; he was much too hungry for that.

"I'm happy to meet you, Harry. I'm glad to see that you're feeling better," Professor Lupin said in an excited tone. "I can't wait to begin teaching you guys."

"Alright, but please don't make us learn irrelevant things like our last Professor. He made us learn his favourite colour and his opinion on defence... There was that one class he unleashed cornish pixies into the classroom and then ran away when he lost control; he left us to put them back in the cage," Harry explained.

"He sounds like a nut!" Professor Lupin exclaimed. "His favourite colour?"

Harry smiled as he finished his breakfast and pushed the tray away. He was feeling almost full and more human than he had a few minutes ago.

"It's funny, only one person got that question right on the test," Harry laughed and Professor Lupin reacted to the fact that they had been asked that question on a test.

"Did he also ask about how he preferred to part his hair?"

"I think he did... Like I said, we only learned two things from him. How to catch cornish pixies and how NOT to organise duel club. Oh, and when he tried to fix my broken arm, he taught us how to make bones disappear!" Harry muttered, remembering how much it had hurt to grow those bones back. Although, that pain was nothing compared to his sudden transformation. He needed to stop thinking about that before he began worrying too much about the next time.

"Sounds like a clown," Professor Lupin said, his gaze shot immediately to Harry's arm.

"Yeah, when we went down the Chamber of Secrets, he tried to obliviate us with Ron's wand but it was broken, so it backfired and the spell hit him. But, at least he didn't try to kill me like the first one..." Harry cut himself off when he saw Professor Lupin's jaw drop and his face was that of horror. Probably wondering how one child could have so many crazy encounters.

"I need to sit down. Do any other students have stories similar to yours?" Professor Lupin asked in a strained voice.

"Just my friends Ron and Hermione. They were in your compartment. I saw you briefly before I decided to relive my meals from the week," Harry laughed, not feeling like getting into why he had been sick. He wasn't ready to face that reality yet. He was still hoping he'd wake up eventually and find that it had been a dream and he was still at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hmm, so what I'm hearing is, you'll be keeping me on my toes," Professor Lupin said with a laugh.

"Well, I'm next to second in most of my classes and my friend Hermione is at the top and Ron... tries," Harry said as though it were any consolation. When we're not dodging death and getting in trouble, we actually study."

"Harry! I've been worried... Your hair!" Hermione stopped what she was saying when she got a closer glimpse at Harry. Harry frowned at her, clearly confused but he ran his hands through his hair.

"Is there something in it?"

"It looks like it's going...red?" Hermione said causing Harry to grab his hair and run into the bathroom to see for himself. He heard Madam Pomfrey mutter something about having thought Harry was feeling better.

When Harry reached the mirror, he could vaguely hear Hermione and Professor Lupin on his tale but he wasn't paying attention because the roots of his hair were turning red.

"What? Hermione? How...?" Harry stammered to his best friend but words were failing him. It wasn't until Professor Lupin spoke that Harry remembered he was even in the room.

"I actually believe I might be able to answer that question."

Ooh, the truth is about to come out. How will Harry handle the truth?