A/N: Hi y'all! Aaand I'm back with an other chapter! Psst, it's a good one. Sorry, I've been busy, Canada day was 7 days ago. I realized that I take around two weeks to update, which is...I don't know. Anyway, Have fun!

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Harry was feeling weird. He's been sick before. He's been injured before. But this is on a whole new level. He was a combination of sick, tired, in pain, groggy, and confused. He's been on and out of sleep, yet not fully conscious. What's going on? Is it day or night? He slowly blinks his sleep-glued eyes. Right, something is holding his eyes. He closes them even if it doesn't make any difference. He lays still on the bed, trying to figure out his surroundings. He's warm, comfy, on a bed, injured, and his head is wrapped. Harry, yawned, and, bit by bit becoming more aware of his surroundings. His sheets and blankets felt a bit...off. They weren't softer or heavier or scratchier; it was nothing he could specifically point to. They just seemed different, somehow. Hospital wing? Burrow? He concentrates more. There's...a humming. A female's voice humming. It sounds like a song he heard on the radio before. Who's that woman? It doesn't sound like anyone he knows. He groans as a jolt of pain reaches his left leg.

"Ah, you're awake" it sounded as she got up, and came closer to him. Nope, not someone he knows at all. Although it sends a weird feeling of nostalgia to him.

Lily knew the teenager was awake, she felt the status charm buzz from her wand. She just wanted to see what he'll do, to give him time to coordinate his surroundings. That is until he groaned, probably from pain.

"I'll just wave my wand real quick to check up on you" she said in a soft voice. He had pain on his left leg the most. His head improved, which means that gauze will go away. His wounds were closed by now, and the burns are progressing quickly.

She was speaking to him. She's probably a mediwitch if she's checking up on him, that's a relief.

"Where does it hurt most?" she continued. That's a good question, Harry thought.

"Er," he started, his voice chalky, "My left leg" he finally said. That's mostly where it's hurting. There's a slight burning on his right arm. The type of burn of a razor, when you accidentally cut your skin.

"Mhmm. It's broken so that's normal. Here's a pain potion." She said, putting something cool on his lips. Potion bottle's rim. Harry cringed away. It could be poison for all he knows. She healed your injuries, Harry thought.

Who knows, his inner counterpart contradicted, maybe she caused them.

Harry shook his head at the thought.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a soft, warm voice.

"No" Harry shook his head vigorously. It's probably poison. Now what happened last time he was conscious?

"It's for your pain. It seems like you're in quite a bit of pain from your leg. It'll help" she continued.

Harry continued shaking his head. Now what happened last time? Harry suddenly gasped. Voldemort! Forest! Prophecy! Everything came rushing back at him. Where was he?

"Are you okay? I'm going to spell the potion into your stomach, okay?" Lily said soothingly. She has no idea why he gasped like that. But suddenly he was pale as a ghost, sweat glistening on his forehead. His fists clasped, as if he was fighting. What happened to this boy?

Harry felt the potion spelled to his stomach, he felt the pain ebbing away and couldn't help but feel relieved, despite the thoughts swirling through his head. This mediwitch wasn't an enemy, since she just gave him a pain potion and tended to him. He has to warn her from Voldemort. What happened in the forest? How is he not dead?

"Voldemort" he started.

Lily paled considerably at the teenager's statement. Please tell me he's not a death eater. Please, she prayed.

Harry sat up, struggling. He could hear the woman's short breath. "I- What happened to him? Death Eaters? The forest? Hogwarts?" He started asking quickly. "Ron, Hermione! Where are they? Where am I?"

Now Lily was certain he wasn't a death eater. She sighs in relief, and tries to calm her patient down. He had a London accent, so he's probably not far from here. "Shush, shush. Calm down. I don't know who you are, or where you came from. I know you're injured, and around 17 years old. You're safe here, we took you in and I healed your injuries. Now what's your first name?"

Harry listened to her explanation and tried to calm down. "Ron! Hermione! I- the forest! Voldemort was there. Death Eaters everywhere. I- he, he tried to kill me. NO! My friends. No no no" he started saying hysterically.

Lily saw her patient starting to panic. She quickly spelled a calming draught into him. She's seen a fair share of her patients panicking when waking up. She knew what to do. "Calm down, calm down"

Harry felt himself calm down. He could sense the presence of a calming draught. His thoughts cleared up a bit, and he realized he was overreacting. He sags on the bed.

"Now we can answer some questions while I wrap your arm real quick. Okay? What's your name?" she started.

"Uh, Harry" Harry answered her, his eyes still wrapped.

"Good, good. Harry what?" she asked. She might be able to find his way home.

Not good, Harry didn't want to say his last name. She'd know him right away as the boy-who-lived. That'd be dangerous. So he settled for, "Harry. Just Harry"

"Er Okay. How old are you?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer, she just found it to help with calming her patients.

"18 on July" he answered.

"Okay, Harry. Do you remember how you got injured" she asked him, her hands working on his arm.

"Uh, Voldemort" he answered hesitantly.

"What? Voldemort?" she asked back, concerned.

"Err Yes" he answered her.

"He did that to you? That bastard. And here James thought you were a death eater?"

"Death eater?!" Harry has never been insulted this bad in his life.

"Yeah, I told him you weren't. You didn't even have a mark. Yet he didn't agree with me" she continued.

"James?" he asked questioningly.

"Yeah, he's my husband," she answered. So much for keeping their names a secret. She internally shrugs though, millions of people are named James.

"My dad's name was James," Harry blurted out for no reason.

"Oh really? That's nice" she commented. The name James was quite common here in England, so it's not really a surprise. However, she started a small talk with him, and that's good. They can get to know each other.

"A death eater? I'd die before becoming a vile thing" Harry frowned, disgusted. That was true, he'd never join them. Ever. Over his dead body.

"Good to know. I agree with you" she said, "Your parents? Siblings? Pets?" she asked.

"Dead. None. A snowy owl...who's dead" he replied. He could tell the mediwitch was attempting a conversation with him.

"Oh I'm sorry" she said in a sad voice.

"It's alright. So, how were you sure I wasn't a muggle?" he asked her, trying to change the subject. He doesn't need her pity, besides, his parents died a long time ago. He doesn't even remember them.

"Your magical core, silly" she smiled at him. It was clear he got over his parent's death. Now she needs that gauze on his head off.

"Oh. Right" he blushed indignantly. Of course you idiot, he thought embarrassed. He heard footsteps.

"Honey? OH! He's awake! Step back right now. I'm an auror" a male's voice came.

"Stop it James. He's only 17. He's not a death eater! He just told me" the mediwitch yelled.

James couldn't believe his eyes. There was his wife, her hands wrapping the guy's arm with gauze, who was sitting and awake! And he was talking! And yet Lily was protesting.

"What do you mean?" he forced himself to calm down. Lily wasn't dumb. "That's exactly what a death eater says!"

"Just shut up, James. His name is Harry, and he's 17" she said with a pause, allowing that information to sink in. "Also, Voldemort is who did that to him" she continued, her brows crossed at her husband's behaviour.

"What? Really?" James asked. But he wasn't sure what piece he asked about. "How come?" He asked him directly, his wand still pointed.

"Never you mind, he's my patient and I'm taking care of him. He gave me enough proof. Now get out" she said, and turned back to Harry. "Sorry about that Harry, you see, my husband can be real dumb" she rolled her eyes, even though Harry can't see her yet.

"Er, what's wrong with my eyes?" he asked shyly.

"Oh! Nothing's wrong with them. Your head had a nasty cut, so we had to wrap your whole head" she answered, and started removing it.

"I see…" he said, waiting patiently for the gauze to come off. When it did, he tried blinking his sticky eyes.

"Hang on" she said, and his eyes suddenly cleared up from stickiness. Must be a charm , he thought. He can make out her blur, a blur of long red hair and a pale face. He turned his head toward her husband, and found a blur of black hair. They were staring at him.

Lily couldn't believe her eyes. The boy- the teenager in front of her looked like her Jasper. Like James. Like him.What on earth is going on? She saw him blinking his eyes after she applied the refreshing charm. Her heart nearly stopped at his emerald eyes. This gotta be a trick. She felt like he couldn't move her body, her heart stopped.

He squinted his eyes, "actually, I can't see" he said. Where were his glasses? "Have you seen my glasses?"

Lily jerked back to reality. She's hallucinating, that's it. She shook her head, closing her eyes momentarily.

"Uh glasses? I...I haven't seen any. Have you James?" she asked her also shell shocked husband. He seems to be having the same exact thoughts. They made eye contact, and she could read every single thought he was having. He was thinking exactly what she was. This is not good. If it was only her, it'd be hallucinations. That seems not to be the case.

"No- no. I haven't seen any. Er, I'll copy mine. Maybe they'll be good on you" James hurriedly replied, swallowing his sandy throat. He transfigured a parchment that was on the desk nearby to a similar frame to his. Then he transfigured glasses that were the same degree as his.

"Here you go" he awkwardly handed them to the teenager. The boy looked young, he realized. He looked too wise for his age, and like a lost puppy at the same time. How could've he thought he was a death eater?

Harry hesitantly took the glasses that were handed his direction. He perched them on his face and stared at his hands on his lap. Perfect! He thought. He could see just like with his old glasses. He turned his head upwards, towards the mediwitch's direction when his heart stopped. This is a trick, he thought quickly there's no way. No way.

James stared at the teenager when he put his glasses on. Oh how he looked so similar to himself. That was creepy at most. He looked just like him, with those eyes. This was a trick from Voldemort, no wonder!

No, Lily thought. This couldn't be. This Harry was a different person, not him. This is a trick for sure. Why would anyone make her suffer like this? Why? Didn't she suffer already? What kind of vile, disgusting, loathsome trick is this?

Harry still couldn't believe his eyes, he blinked them quickly. Is this heaven? Is that where he is? But wait, in heaven you don't feel pain. Where was he then?

"Mum? Dad?" he asked, creeped out. His shock was visible in his voice.

His eyes widening at the realization. These were them. They are they. His parents. Lily and James Potter were standing right infront of him. What's the world coming at?

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