"Well, now I know I was never meant to fly."

"It's only been your first time, Harry. Don't be so hard on yourself. I definitely wasn't good when I first started. I'll even help you practise on the weekend. "

"I don't know Ron, breaking your leg on the first go isn't exactly an incentive to try again."

"Once you get out of the hospital wing you'll be fine, all forgotten. My brothers and I have had plenty of experiences with breaking bones and bruises. It was a good thing that Mum was good with healing spells."

It was only his first broomstick flying lesson and he had already managed to break a limb. A leg to be exact.

It had all started when Neville Longbottom had lost control of his broom and broke his wrist. After Madame Hooch had taken Neville to the hospital wing, Draco Malfoy had threatened to break Neville's remembrall. Draco had dared Harry to fly on his broomstick to catch it. Normally he wouldn't have been spurred by Malfoy's comments but he felt that somebody needed to stand up to Malfoy and to protect Neville from being bullied. It had turned out disastrously; Harry fell off the broom and fractured his leg. Not only that, but Neville's remembrall was smashed.

Good did come out of it though, Draco was suspended for at least three weeks and he also had to buy Neville another remembrall. From what Harry had heard, Malfoy's father was highly unimpressed.

As a result of his martyrdom, Harry had to spend a night under the supervision of Madame Pomfrey. She could heal broken bones in less than a heartbeat but his body had rejected the first healing spell that she had tried. The stay overnight was just to make sure that his body didn't reject the spell. Apparently it was unusual for a wizard's body to reject or be resistant spells, especially healing spells. Madame Pomfrey also believed that his body was probably immune to other spells as well. It was possible to do a full check but he would have to go to Saint Mungo's in order to find out. He didn't have the time to go there. Harry wanted to though and was extremely curious, maybe that was the reason why he survived Voldemort's attack on him as a baby.

"I can't believe that you're only staying overnight and you've already received plenty of get well cards – mostly from people you don't know."

Harry rolled his eyes, "I know. I'll throw away all the stuff from people I've never met. They're only wishing me well because I'm famous. It's ridiculous."

Ron shook his head, "You sure do hate having so much attention."

"It's not like I asked for it."

"That and being overly serious. You could at least keep the sweets they gave you."

Harry looked at Ron curiously. Harry had never imagined being friends with someone like Ron; they were opposites in many ways. He disliked every kind of sport, while Ron was madly into Quidditch. He hated getting a lot of attention while Ron strived to distinguish himself from his older brothers. He was overly studious while Ron had no interest in school work. They were different but that was why they were friends.

"Speaking of visitors- Hermione came to see me earlier and told me that apparently my Dad, James Potter became the Gryffindor seeker in his first year at Hogwarts."

"Wow, that's cool! He'd be one of the youngest seekers ever."

Harry pouted dismally, "It's a shame I didn't inherit the talent. "

"Harry, it was only your first try. It always takes a few tries to figure it out. Oh, that reminds me – Harry could you help me figure out questions?"

"Yes, you don't need to ask."

"What was Binns going on about when he mentioned the 'Basic Laws'?"

"I don't know. Ask me about a subject that actually matters."

Madame Pomfrey came out into the ward to see if Ron was still there, it was obvious that she sensed something. Ron quickly ducked underneath Harry's bed to avoid detection. He was supposed to have left an hour ago. When she had left, Ron came up and picked up a chess set that was on the ground beside him. They had to be very quiet to avoid being caught.

"Do you wanna try and sneak a game?"

"Is that even a question, Ron?"

Ron gave him a light punch to the leg and proceeded to tickle him. Harry tried hard to hold back laughs, leaving him very red faced. This amused Ron, who also had to hold back from laughing himself.

It was good to have friends.

Severus was reading his latest edition of 'Potion Manufacturing Journal' in his office when Albus burst in uninvited. He continued to read as if undisturbed.

"Severus, you need to explain."

Severus looked up, "Explain what?"

Albus started glaring at him, "Why is Harry Evans your son? He is a splitting image of you and he also has similar resistances to certain spells that he could not have gotten from anyone else."

Severus acted indifferently, "Albus, I had no idea. I thought you would have picked it up before I did. You saw Harry as a baby, did you not?"

"I knew she and James were always just friends. Lily said her child's father was a Death Eater. I saw no reason to upset her by investigating further."

"It could have been worse. It could have been Malfoy or Nott. They were also Lily's clients."

Albus frowned and stroked his beard. It was not turning out to be a good start to the year. Their latest suspicions as to who was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone were still pointing to Quirrell. That was just because he was a new teacher, not because there was any real evidence against him yet. They did not need the newfound knowledge of Harry Evan's real paternity to ruin the plan that Albus had in mind.

"Severus, you do know what this means for our plans. You cannot have a relationship to Harry other than being his teacher."

"Don't give me that look, Albus. I hate to be the one who tells you the dark truth, but I doubt the Dark Lord will truly care. There are many Death Eaters who have fathered children of muggles through unsavoury means, not to mentions those who had affairs with witches of various blood statuses. Tom actually saw it as 'creating more wizards' and 'purifying the blood of wizards'. I found out long ago that he had fathered numerous children this way himself. In his younger years at least."

Albus shook his head, Severus knew it wasn't a fact that he wanted to acknowledge but had to. He himself had taught young witches and wizards who were born out of such unions. It was sad, but the vast majority of them had gone on to become perfectly normal and functional members of magic society. Most were unaware of their fathers.

"But you are the father of Harry Evans, Tom's enemy. You can't expect to get away from it."

Severus breathed sadly, "I know. It is the best reason as to why I should protect him. I want to be a father he can be proud of, even if he will never know it."

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