Hey Guys! So I've been extremely busy this week with school but I was still able to get tis chapter done, I had to redo it a couple of times, and so I hope you guys like. I think I'm going to be updating once a week for the next month until the semester ends. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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He remembered going to sleep because his head hurt so much. What was supposed to be a small meeting had turned into a full court hearing and Harry was beyond stressed and tired. The weird dizzy spells he had been having since the night the dementors attacked had gotten worse and throughout the hearing Harry thought he was going to pass out right there in the middle of the large room. When they had arrived back at Grimmauld place, he went straight to bed.

Harry seemed to have fallen into an ocean of darkness after that. Many times he thought he had been gone for far too long, he vaguely remembered Sirius screaming his name and forcing some sort of liquid down his throat. Harry remembered it burning and the next thing he knew his body was rejecting it. He remembered being so cold, his head felt like it was on fire though. He wanted to open his eyes and scream for help, he needed relief, he needed it bad. And then after what seemed like forever, the pain was lifted from his body. His dark world began to change and he found himself standing in a meadow right next to a stream. The grass was greener, the sky was bright and the sun was warm on his skin. Harry took a couple steps towards the water and saw his reflection. The boy standing there was not him; he was taller, leaner, his face was longer and he had long light brown hair. Harry took a step back and took a look at his hands and noticed they were different. He looked at the reflection again and it was no different. Harry knew this could not be him and he wondered why he was having a dream about someone else because that's what this was, a dream.

He looked around his surroundings and noticed a doe staring at him in the near distance. Enthralled by the beautiful creature, Harry (in the body of this unknown person) made his way towards it. The doe did not let him get close though and it turn around and began to run. Harry went after it trying his best not to lose it. He knew that his mother's patronus was a doe, Sirius had told him. Harry didn't know why Lily would appear to this boy, but he didn't care, he was here now and he wanted to catch up to her.

He ran after the doe for what seemed like a while and once he got to a clearing of some sorts, it disappeared. He looked around him seeing only the trees, the grass and flowers below him, but no Lily. He laughed at himself. What made him think it was her anyway. Just then he spotted the doe again, this time she was hiding behind a tree, Harry, against his better judgment wanted to go after it again. The minute he made a move, the meadow disappeared and he was sucked back into darkness. This time it was because his eyes were closed.

"I think he's waking up" He heard Tonks's voice say.

"Oh finally! Thank Merlin!" That was Hermione "I'll go tell Ron" He heard her footsteps running out of the room.

"I'll go prepare him something to eat, he must be famished" Mrs. Weasley's voice came after that and Harry's eyes opened and took in the plump red haired figure that looked at him lovingly.

"How are you feeling Harry dear?" She asked. Harry felt much better, tired, but better. He tried to speak, but Molly hushed him and handed him a glass of water to drink. Harry drank some and in the process of giving his cup back, he saw his reflection.

He dropped the glass, but Molly caught it effortlessly, almost as if she had been expecting it to fall. Tonks walked closer to Molly and looked at him as if he was some kind of lost puppy, her usually vibrant pink hair was a light brown and Harry was not sure what to think about that. Just then Hermione and Ron ran into the room and Molly and Tonks awkwardly excused themselves.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione ran to his side and Ron walked to the other side as Hermione threw her arms around her friend.

"What's happened to me?" Harry's voice sounded panicked.

"Mate, you got really sick and nobody knew what to do and Madam Pomfrey called in a specialist from St. Mungos-" Ron went on, but Hermione interrupted him.

"Harry, this is something we shouldn't tell you. The right people ought to" Just then Fred and George came in and greeted Harry. Harry felt so odd with the weird looks they gave him, as if they were seeing him for the first time. It annoyed him to no end that he did not know what had happened to him. Ron said he had been sick, wait how long had he been out for?

"Where's Sirius?" Ron's face seemed to change expression almost as if the mention of Sirius's name was forbidden. "How long was I out for?" Harry pressed again.

Just then Sirius came into the room. He looked relieved to see Harry was up, but his godson did not miss the angry scowl on his face.

"Sirius, what's going on? Why do I look like this?" Harry was desperate for an answer now. If Ron and Hermione could not tell him anything, Sirius was the one person that could.

His godfather stood at the end of his bed, his eyes seemed to give Harry a onceover, he signed and bowed his head as if it hurt him to look at Harry.

"You have to ask the one whose lied to us all" Sirius's voice was dark. Harry frowned, even more confused and angry that Sirius could not tell him anything. Who else was supposed to give him answers, who had lied to them? He picked up the two way mirror that Sirius had given to him and looked at his reflection again. Could this summer get any worse, he wondered.

Just then he heard someone else enter the room and the person said his name. It was his uncle Remus. Harry looked up at him with angry frustrated eyes. If Sirius could not say, then Remus darn well better have answers. He noticed the awful cuts on Remus's face, the way Sirius refused to look at him. He didn't understand why, but he knew his uncle Remus must be the person that had lied to them all.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry asked wanting answers desperately.

Remus looked pale and ill. Harry could detect this was the same look he had after his transformations. He knew he should not be so harsh to get his questions answered, but he didn't have a choice, he did not look like himself for Merlin's sake!

Molly Weasley came back into the room at that moment carrying a tray of soup for Harry. The older woman seemed to detect what was about to happened and promptly sent everyone but Remus and Sirius out of Harry's room. Nobody argued to stay as they all knew the weight of the situation. Hermione and Ron threw Harry pitiful encouraging smiles before they left and that only made their friend more anxious of what was to come.

Molly placed the tray on Harry's bed side table and left a heating charm on it before she walked away. The smell of the chicken soup was very inviting and Harry felt his stomach growl, but he could not think of food right now. He looked between Remus and Sirius expectantly.

Sirius walked towards the wall and leaned on it awaiting Remus's explanation. The Werewolf sighed deeply ignoring the ache in his joints and sourness of his face. He slowly took a sit beside Harry's bed and looked up to meet the boy's eyes.

"There is no easy way to say this Harry" Remus began

"Say what? What happened?"

"Your current appearance, I'm afraid is permanent" Remus said seeing the confusion on Harry's face "The reason why you got so sick is because of a glamour charm that had been placed on you since the day you were born"

Harry looked at him incredulously. He looked over at Sirius and saw that his godfather was staring at the floor quite intensely.

"I…I don't understand. Why would a glamour charm be placed on me, is it because of Voldemort, did his coming back cause me to get sick?" Remus looked very sad and Harry wondered why

"No, it wasn't Voldemort, it has nothing to do with him." He paused "The reason why your mother put the glamour charm on you is because…because…well…you are my son." Harry stared at him for what seemed like hours. His green eyes widened in shock, his face pale. He slowly turned his head to Sirius, who was still staring at the floor. Harry turned back to look at Remus his eyes growing darker.

"How…can that be true?" His voice was quiet and sounded hurt and confused. "My dad died to protect me. I am James Potter's son" Harry looked at Sirius "You said I acted like him, I could fly like him. I looked just like him, how can a glamour charm work for fifteen years? How can…he died protecting me. He's my dad, you're lying" Harry's eyes filled with tears. This didn't make sense to him. If Remus was really his father then how come he didn't say something for the last fourteen years? How come he had remained Harry potter? It didn't make sense.

"I wish he was" Sirius said from where he was standing. Harry looked over at his godfather with a horror stricken face and back at Remus

"You… and my mum?" He asked quietly "behind my dad's back"

The guilt that still plagued Remus till this day squeezed at his heart.

"It was not meant to happen, it was a mistake. It happened once…. I was distraught and she had been upset. I can't forgive myself for what I did" Sirius who went back to staring at the floor stayed silent. The betrayal of James was still causing him to be very upset. Harry on the other hand fumed. Right, so I was a mistake too. He thought. He ground his jaw and glared at Remus

"If you are my dad how come you didn't say anything after my parents died? Why did you let me grow up thinking you were just one of my dad's- James Potters friends" It sounded very odd referring to his dad by his first name, but that was the thing wasn't it, James Potter wasn't his dad, Remus Lupin was. Harry wished this was all untrue, but Sirius had confirmed it and Remus was not known to lie, especially to him.

"After James and Lily's deaths you became Harry Potter, the boy who lived. You were truly James son at that point. He had died and I felt so guilty and so unworthy of ever claiming such a title as your father-"

"Let me guess" Harry interrupted him "You thought that since you were a werewolf, I would be better off living my life without you as my father. I'll grow up with the rich and well known Sirius Black and you'll watch me grow from the distance as my poor kind uncle, always there to give me advice and what not"

"Harry, there was nothing I could offer you-"

"I AM SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR SON!" Harry yelled "All those nights I cried because I wished my parents weren't dead, my dad was still alive and he said nothing!"

"Harry, its how your mother wanted it, she wanted you be James's son"

"Maybe when he was alive!" Harry yelled "Besides, I don't think you put up much of a fight to have me as your son"

"You are my son"

Harry looked at him darkly. He turned away from the scared werewolf and looked at Sirius

"Did you know?" His voice was quiet

Sirius shook his head "No I didn't" Harry looked at Remus

"Am I also a werewolf? Is that why I was sick" His voice held no emotion. Remus looked up at Harry and Sirius, who were both giving him distant looks as if he had suddenly become a stranger.

"No" Remus then began to explain to Harry all that Healer Novak had told them. He told him he would have mood swings and that his appetite would change, he also told him that his senses would become more sensitive around the full moon and if he ever got sick, all he needed was a pain relieving potion and some rest. Harry nodded slowly, his eyes were now trained on the bed cover wrapped over his legs.

"You should eat now Harry" Sirius said. "You were unconscious for a day and a half" Harry looked at the bowl of soup and despite having no appetite, he took the bowl in his hands but only stared at it.

"I think you should go" said Harry, his voice cold and hard. Remus had never seen him so angry and he knew he should probably give Harry some space to process it all, but he was scared if he left, he'll lose him forever. It's not like you really ever had him. A voice told him. Harry was right, he had kept the boy at a distance.

"Harry, I'm so sorry" Remus said not sure that would change anything. It didn't. Harry kept staring at his soup.

"Just go Remus" said Sirius, his voice more reserved now than as angry as it was earlier.

Remus got up slowly looking at the two important people in his life, saddened that they both refused to look at him. He knew he was at fault and they had every right to be upset at him.

"If you need to ask me anything, I'll be just an owl away, Harry" He walked towards the door and no one said anything. With one final look at the both of them he whispered a goodbye and then he was gone.

"I'm very angry with him" Harry basically whispered as tears finally came down his cheek. Sirius moved the bowl of soup away, knowing Harry was probably not going to eat right now and sat beside him.

"It okay to be angry at Remus. I am too" Sirius said "I suppose it's the shock of it all."

It was quiet for a few minutes and Harry cried silently and Sirius just patted his back gently. It wasn't until another ten minutes before Harry spoke

"Are…are you mad I'm not a Potter" He asked quietly. "Dad was your best friend and-" Sirius interrupted Harry with a tight hug.

"This changes nothing Harry" He said hugging him a bit tighter. "You will always be my godson and you know I love you so very much" That was a relief because Harry didn't know what he would do if Sirius started treating him differently because as far as Harry was currently concerned, Sirius was all he had. When Sirius let go of him Harry lay back down in his bed and pulled the covers over his head. Sirius sighed and patted his arm as he got up.

"Try and eat something Harry. I'll bring up dinner soon" He said

There was no response to that. Sirius shook his head cursing Remus again for doing this to Harry before he walked out of the room looking for a bottle of fire whiskey to drown his anger in.

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