Hey everyone! I hope you are all well out there. Here is Chapter 3, I hope you enjoy! Thank you for all the reviews and comments, I love reading them
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Chapter 3
It had been two days but still the boy refused to wake. Healer Jones said that he was OK, but his mind and body needed time to heal. Regulus was not a patient person. He tried to be, but with no word from Sirius he was desperate to learn more of their mystery guest and how he had managed to get past their wards. He tried to keep busy, reading his new schoolbooks and assisting his father with the Black family accounts but still he found his mind frequently wandering back to the sleeping teen upstairs. Beside that, Regulus was furious with his brother. They had said that it was important but still Sirius didn't bother to reply. Regulus knows that Sirius had it rough, hell Regulus hadn't had it easy either and he didn't turn his back on his whole family.
It wasn't until the third day after 'the arrival' as Regulus was calling it, that something interesting happened. The sleeping teen finally awoke.
His father had set wards around the teen so that they would be notified the minute he awoke. They had been in the study looking at a new business venture when the wards sounded. They both jumped and took off up the stairs. It was a mark of just how desperate they were for answers that they both lost their famous Black composure as they hurried into the guest room.
The teen on the bed was starting to stir. He blinked around disorientated, and Regulus got another glimpse of those enchanting green eyes that had been haunting his dreams. The eyes were hazy, and Regulus could tell that he was still under the affects of all the potions he had been given.
Green eyes took in the two standing over him, he smiled bemusedly and gave them a little wave.
"You both look like Sirius" Harry said with a chuckle. "I'm going to call you Sirius 1" he said pointing to Orion, "and Sirius 2" he finished, pointing at Regulus.
Both Black men's eyes popped open in surprise.
"And how do you know Sirius?" Orion asked evenly.
"He's my Godfather of course!" Harry said, as though the answer was obvious.
"Well I guess I should say was my Godfather, he died recently." The teen turned morose and green eyes started filling with tears.
Orion reached out and gripped Regulus's hand tightly.
"What!? How did he die?"
Regulus could tell his father was trying to remain calm, but the claim that Sirius was dead had shaken him.
"At the partment of Mystery, Bellatrix hit him with a spell and knocked him through the veil. Gone just like that." Harry finished sadly. "I tried to go after him, but Remus held me back, he's so strong."
"Bellatrix killed Sirius" Orion choked out. "Bellatrix Black?"
"Lestrange."
"What?" Regulus asked and unfocused green eyes moved to look at him.
"Bellatrix Lestrange, though she did used to be a Black I suppose. Crazy witchy… bitchy… witch that one."
"What's your name?" Orion asked, trying to make sense of the nonsense the teen was sprouting. He wanted to brush it aside as the ravings of a mad man, but he was currently in talks with the head of the Lestrange family to sign a betrothal contract between Bellatrix and Rodolphus. So, there was a ring of truth to the outlandish claims.
"It's Harry, Harry Potter."
Both Orion and Regulus froze at the words. Harry Potter. There was no Harry Potter, James was the only Potter even remotely close in age.
"You get some more rest; I will send the healer in to see you shortly." Orion said, trying to keep the shock he was feeling from showing on his face.
The teen… Harry, just nodded and closed his eyes. Before they had even reached the door, Regulus heard quiet snores, indicating that he was already asleep.
Both men made their way back to Orion's office, each lost in their own thoughts. As they settled in their usual seats, Regulus finally asked.
"What just happened in there?"
"Honestly, I don't know" Orion answered shakily, handing running through his long black hair.
"We need to get Sirius back here as soon as possible to try to sort out what is going on. Since he is not returning my owls I will floo the Potters and try to convince him to come home."
With a plan in mind Orion stood from his seat and hurried over to the roaring fire in the fireplace. He took a pinch of floo powder and got down on his knees, throwing the powder in before sticking his head in and calling out "Potter Manor!"
Orion felt the usual dizziness as his head spun uncomfortably before stopping and a large reception room came into focus. He spotted Lord and Lady Potter sitting on a lounge nearby, though neither had spotted him yet.
He cleared his throat loudly causing the elder Potters to jump in surprise.
"Lord Black" Lord Potter began, his eyes narrowing at the head sitting in his fireplace. "What can we do for you?"
"It is a matter of great importance that Sirius returns home immediately" Orion rushed out.
"What is this matter of great importance that Sirius must return home for?" Lord Potter asked as his wife stood up and left the room, presumably to get Sirius.
"There is someone here that claims to know Sirius, though, Regulus and myself do not recognise him. He has been gravely injured, and I think it would be best if Sirius returned home so that we can get to the bottom of what is going on." Orion explained. He debated whether to tell the other Lord that the teen claimed to be a Potter, but he decided against it for the moment.
Lord Potter lost the look of suspicion and hostility and a flash of concern crossed his face. Before he could speak again Lady Potter walked in, Sirius and James trailing behind her.
Orion let out a deep breath at the sight of Sirius, a small part of him had been concerned by the claims that Sirius was dead. He was even happy to ignore the fact that Sirius and James were both glaring at him.
"What do you want father?" Sirius asked angrily. "I thought me not responding to your owl would be enough of a hint that I am not coming home. There is no point in trying to trick me with tales of a mysterious visitor."
Orion looked pained at his son's words; it was hard to know just how little his oldest trusted him.
"I am not trying to trick you Sirius, a teen arrived a few days ago and he spoke of you. He awoke for a short time just a few minutes ago, he was disorientated but again spoke of you. Regulus and I do not recognise him so we need you to come home and see if you can identify him."
Sirius scoffed at this, like he still didn't believe one word that was being said.
"Fine, I'll come home, but just to see this mystery person and James is coming with me."
Orion thought about objecting, but knew it was the only way that he would get his son to agree. He nodded.
"Come through the floo now" Orion said as he pulled his head out of the fireplace. He took a moment to right himself before moving out of the way so as not to get trampled by Sirius and James.
"What happened?" Regulus asked urgently.
"They are coming though now."
"They?" Regulus asked. But before Orion could respond the floo flared and out stepped James Potter, Sirius following close behind.
"Well, where is this supposed mystery visitor then?" James asked harshly, looking around the study as though he would find him there.
Regulus frowned at the tone but didn't comment as Orion led the group out of the study and up the stairs to the guest room that was currently being occupied by Harry.
Orion and Regulus stepped through first, Sirius and James following behind.
Sirius and James both stared in shock at the small teen lying on the bed.
"There actually is someone here" Sirius said in surprise. "I thought you were just lying."
Regulus saw a pained expression cross his fathers face at the words.
"No, I was telling the truth. He arrived a few days ago, appearing out of nowhere on the staircase. He was gravely injured and required immediate medical care. Healer Jones saw to him, but he has since been unconscious. He awoke a little while ago and spoke about you Sirius, we thought it best you were here to talk to him."
"He spoke about me?" Sirius queried; his brow furrowed. "What did he say?"
Orion hesitated for a moment, a noise from the bed diverting his attention.
Green eyes still hazy and unfocused looked back at the group. Regulus heard James gasp beside him.
"He is still very loopy from all the potions he has taken, so we aren't sure if what he is saying is true or potion induced fantasy. The fact remains though that he managed to get past all our wards." Regulus explained.
Sirius' eyes widened further at that; he knew how strong the Black wards were. Reinforced by generations of Blacks, it should have been impossible for anyone to get through them.
"Sirius!" The teen on the bed cried happily. "I thought you were dead."
Sirius froze at the words, his eyes narrowing at the teen in the bed. Was that some kind of threat?
The teen slowly sat up and tried to crawl across the bed, his arms and legs giving out halfway. So, he just laid there on his side grinning up at Sirius.
"I knew you wouldn't leave me all alone. You love me far too much for that."
Regulus felt an irrational flare of jealously at the words, but ruthlessly pushed the feeling down.
Sirius gave the other teen a bemused look, not really sure what to make of the conversation.
"And, ah… how do you know me?" Sirius asked.
"You're my Godfather of course." Harry started laughing rolling on to his back and looking at everyone upside down, "you know that Sirius."
Sirius was gobsmacked. Its not every day a random stranger calls you their Godfather.
"Ah, I'm really sorry but I'm not your Godfather."
Harry didn't look concerned by the proclamation.
"Oh, yes you are. Though, I didn't find out until you escaped from Azkaban. I thought you were going to kill me! Ha, as if you would ever hurt your only Godson."
James let out a strangled noise beside him. "Azkaban!? What!? This kid is crazy!"
Harry's unfocused eyes travelled to James.
"Hiya Dad!"
The whole room froze at the proclamation.
"Seriously, this kid is off his rocker! You should send for a mind healer from St Mungo's" James said to the assembled room.
"He is still loopy from all the potions; it could be that they are affecting his mental processes more than what is usual" Orion said seriously.
Harry sat up suddenly and turned to face the four men before him, something had obviously just clicked in his brain.
"Dad" Harry said again, eyes trailing over James. And now that the other teen was sitting up and looked more lucid James thought he could see a family resemblance, as impossible as that seemed.
"Sirius" he continued quietly. "Orion… and Regulus."
A pale hand gripped dark locks harshly, as if trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
He looked back up at Sirius.
"Padfoot, did I die? Is that why you're all here? Wow, I really didn't expect the afterlife to contain Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
The hard fought for lucidity was already starting to fade, Harry's eyes becoming unfocused.
Regulus leaned forward, "Harry, why do you think you've died?"
"Well, because your all dead of course. It's the only explanation. I died." The green-eyed teen looked quite upset at that proclamation. If he had been more aware, he would have seen the looks of horror that everyone else in the room wore.
"This needs to be looked into further" Orion said harshly. Regulus call for healer Jones. James, floo your parents and ask them to come over, we need to sort out just what is happening here.