Chapter 15

"Mum?" Harry whispered forgetting the baby in his hands, still laying on the bed.

"H—" Lily breathed before coughing. Her cough drew the attention of Ginny and Sirius who bolted out of their chairs. Harry just stared. Ginny reached over and took Teddy and nudged Harry.

"Harry, she needs a drink," she said. He jolted and conjured a bright green plastic cup with swirls of blue, pink, and orange on it. He used his wand and poured clear, cold water into it and helped his mum take a drink. Sirius was over standing by James who was a bit slower waking up.

"Harry?" asked Lily softly. Where Sirius had been wiped from taking a drink of water on his own, she was exhausted even after being helped to take a sip or two. She looked up the young man, with black hair, green eyes and a scar on his forehead. He looked just like James, but for a few small differences. His nose was slimmer, and his eyes were her eyes. He also looked much younger than what James would look like. He was also not as toned as James once was.

"Yeah, mum, it's me," he said back. He heard a cough from the other bed. James was waking up. She closed her eyes and he went to the other side of the bed. She turned her head and followed him with her eyes.

Sirius had helped James take a drink and laid his head back on the pillow.

"Padfoot? Where's Harry? He was supposed to be here?" asked James faintly. Sirius pointed over top of James towards Harry. James turned his head and took a squinty look at his grown son.

"Harry?" he asked.

"Yeah," Harry said in a whisper. He stared at his dad and handed him his glasses. Once they were on, James took another, better look at Harry.

"Well, give me a hug. I know you've waited a long time, obviously by the look of you. I want a hug from my son," James said as he struggled to sit up. Sirius helped him prop himself up against the white headboard. Harry stared at James then lunged at him tears falling fast. James's eyes widened and he grabbed Harry before looking over at Sirius.

"He's been though a lot, James. We all have. Why didn't you leave me some kind of note or letter, somehow tell me your plan?" he asked quietly. James held a sobbing Harry rubbing his back.

"Padfoot, I…Dumbledore refused to allow us to tell anyone, and basically, once we agreed to the plan we came upstairs and he put us under. We had no time to try and sneak a note somewhere. I wanted too, believe me. But he said if I didn't agree to go under as well, there was no plan and we would both die. When I asked if we could leave you and Remus a note, he said no. You would find out with the rest of the crowd and Harry," he said quietly.

Lily watched her son lunge at his father and start sobbing and her eyes watered. It had been a hard decision to make under normal circumstances, not to mention that they only had roughly a day and a half to decide. She couldn't watch her son and James and Sirius's conversation was painful to hear, the pain in Sirius's voice was hard enough, but adding Harry's sobs in the background was just too much.

A tear fell onto her pillow as she turned her head. She had forgotten the girl was standing on that side of the bed.

Ginny looked at Lily and smiled sadly through her own tears.

"Is that…Harry's child?" she asked quietly. Ginny shook her head.

"Harry's Godchild, Teddy," she didn't want to traumatize either Potter so soon after waking with the news of their friends death. She didn't even know if Sirius knew, since they all had left the room when Sirius woke up.

Lily sighed in relief. She didn't want to go to sleep a mother of a toddler and wake up a grandma. God-grandma she could probably handle, but grandma was too soon. She was only…well, she didn't know how old she was now.

"What's the date?" she asked the girl.

"July 31st, 1998," Ginny replied. Lily looked over at Harry. He had quieted down and was sitting on the edge of the bed listening to James and Sirius talk. He glanced over and saw Ginny and Lily looking at him. He moved over to his mother's bed and reached over giving her a hug, thankfully not as wet a one as he had given his dad, but he shed more tears still on her.

"Harry dear, I'm so sorry," she whispered. She honestly didn't know what she was sorry for, other than letting him believe that she was dead. He was just taking it all so badly, she knew something must have gone wrong over the years for him to miss his parents so badly.

She had no idea.

"So, can you guys fill us in while we recuperate. It should only take us about a half an hour to be ready to leave. Our bodies have to adjust to being awake after over seventeen years. Just enough time to tell us what we missed," James said perkily. Harry and Ginny shared a look.

"It might take more than a half an hour, dad. A lot has happened in seventeen years," said Harry ominously. Ginny snorted.

"Understatement of the year," she muttered. Sirius barked out a laugh. Even he knew that and he'd been out of it for the worst part of the war.

James and Lily shared a look. This didn't sound good.

James sighed. "Well, start at the beginning. What was your childhood like Harry? Was he as good for you as he was for us as a toddler Sirius?" he asked. Harry and Sirius shared a glance and Harry gestured to Sirius to go ahead. Sirius raised his hands up to say not me.

"Fine, since Sirius is being a baby I'll tell you," Harry said with a smirk. Sirius huffed but didn't say anything and Ginny snickered.

"Sirius didn't raise me, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon did. Well, if you can call what they did raising," Harry said tellingly.

"What? My sister?" asked Lily at the same time as James said, "Why not Sirius?"

"I really should make you tell this, you were the one who did it," Harry said to Sirius.

"You are their only child, they wont kill you," he said with a wary glance at James. Just then, they both looked over at Ginny.

"Oh no you don't, your not pawning this off on me," she said, then did a zip her lips and throw away the key motion.

"Could someone tell us?" asked James. Harry looked at him cautiously.

"Sirius didn't know that your plan meant that you two were alive. He thought you really were dead and that Pettigrew was at fault. So he…went after him. Peter blew apart the road and killed twelve Muggles, cut off his own finger and turned into his rat form before disappearing and leaving Sirius there to take the blame," said Harry quickly. He figured it was like a band-aid, rip it off quickly and the sting goes away faster.

James and Lily were looking horrified at Sirius who looked at them stonily. It never would have happened if they had left him a note or something, demanded that Dumbledore tell him.

"Sirius, what happened after that?" James asked his old friend.

"Crouch decided that I didn't deserve a trial and I was sentenced to life in Azkaban," Sirius said. He figured they would learn that he escaped soon enough, but he wanted them to suffer a little.

"No!" Lily gasped. James was staring at his almost brother in horror.

"But…but your out now, right? I mean the Dementors wouldn't allow you a visit or something like this, so you're free. Peter was caught and they realized their mistakes?" he asked in a wishful tone.

"Not quite. After twelve years, I was thin enough in my dog form to squeeze through the bars of my cell and escape. Technically, I'm still a wanted fugitive," he replied nonchalantly. Lily was staring at him in a new light.

"You spent twelve years in Azkaban, knowing you were innocent?" she asked quietly. Sirius looked at her and nodded. James sat and stared at him.

"But…but, Dumbledore knew…he knew we were alive and that Peter was the secret keeper. He was head of the Wizengamot, he could have gotten you out like that," James said as he snapped his fingers.

"Ah but see, to do that he'd have to explain how he knew about Peter, and since that manipulative old bastard didn't want to admit he'd done something this illegal, he didn't," Harry said harshly. "And Sirius suffered. Remus suffered. I suffered."

James and Lily were gaping at their son. His harsh words made them flinch.

"Harry, how did my sister and her husband treat you. I remember their attitude towards me, but you were a baby. Surely they were kind to you, loved you like their own son?" she asked carefully.

"Huh," Harry huffed humorlessly. "Care about me? Maybe to the point of taking me in to their home and feeding me a little. But love? There was no love between me and the Dursley's. I would have been better off in an orphanage," he spat angrily. Even after not seeing them for over a year hadn't lessened the pain they'd caused. James had a really bad feeling about this.

"What did they do to you? I swear, I'll kill them all of they hurt you," James growled.

"Well, they didn't so much as hit me, or physically abuse me. They let Dudley do that, their lard of a son got to play Harry Hunting and treat me like a punching bag. No, the abuse from them was hearing for ten years that I was useless and a waste of space. I was their slave for things like cooking them breakfast and weeding the garden, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn. And if I didn't do it fast enough or to their satisfaction, I was locked in the cupboard under the stairs that was my room for ten years," Harry finished.

The look on his mothers face was almost scary, but compared to his father he thought maybe that telling them was a mistake. James looked ready to commit murder. Lily might have been able to contain herself to just words, but James looked ready to throw his wand away and physically murder the two Dursley's.

"Mum, dad. Before you two do anything to them, keep this in mind. I just got you back, don't get put in prison for Muggle Baiting," Harry said softly. The look on their faces gave away to sympathy.

"Harry dear, you don't have to worry about that."

"We won't permanently hurt them, just make them think so," James added darkly, which made Sirius laugh.

"I'll be right there with you guys," he added with an evil grin. Harry looked between them all and smiled. When he was little he had switched back and forth between wishing for a long lost relative to rescue him and wanting to see the looks on his relatives faces if that long lost relation was angry as hell at how they treated Harry. He was finally getting his wish.

Usually i don't do these, but i have no other idea of how to reply to "anonymous" reviews so i won't do it often, only if i really want to reply to them or i get a question in them.

Joanie: I'm glad i did the Harry/Teddy scene justice in your eyes. It made me very happy! Your comment of how we don't see much of the Harry/Sirius Godfather/godson relationship made me think a lot about it. i agree that we didn't see much of it, but i think that's because most of the time harry sees Sirius is in book 5, in the fire, and at headquarters. And during that harry is a sullen teenager, and Sirius is a grumpy, moody adult who's been in hiding and not able to be free for the last two books, ot to mention the 12 years before he was "free". I really like the idea of expanding on their relationship in this story, i'm glad others think i've done a good job so far. thanks for reviewing!

thanks also to my anonymous reviewers: Flower, Becca, Snape's Boxershorts (unique and awesome name btw), and Sushimaster for reviewing! Keep reviewing and if you have a question feel free to ask!

a/n: well, as promised here's the next one. let me know what you think, how did i do with james and lily? Natural? Was harry's emotion believable? Also, what part of the past are people most looking forward to seeing J and L's reactions too? the Dursley's or Hogwarts and specifically what events. And should i lay off Dumbles a bit? I don't really want to skip J, L and S's reactions to Dumbles, but if people think i should lay off i might. Please reveiw! It warms my heart and usually makes me giggle... :P