Hey everyone,
In this chapter the Potters are going to express their true feelings to one of two people; Sirius
And later Dumbledore,

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PS. WARNING! This chapter will show the darker side of Azkaban. Adult Content Incoming! You have been warned!


Chapter 15
Love And Health

24th of June 1995
Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts
James' POV

I look from Draco, to Harry and then Lily.

And the look on her face allows me to hold a silent conversation with her. Both of us know that, while in some cases, we need to be patient, we also need to take this chance right now.

And while I'm sure that Lily won't let some people walk away, believing that everything is perfectly fine and peachy, I also know my loving wife well enough that she will always pick the joys in life over her own, very famous temper.

We nod at each other.

The woman turns from the two of us, me pulling Harry closer against me as Lily turns away, and she smiles at Sirius as she says:

"You know, Sirius. James and I really owe you. Both a heap of gratitude for all you've tried to do these past few years and for something else as well.

Though – we also owe you – a huge apology."

The shock and confusion that is seen on my best friend's face, and heard coming from a few students around us, amuses me almost more than the fact that, perhaps instinctively, Lily is emulating Lord Hades in the way she speaks.

"You see, if you hadn't been so bloody obvious, both with your crush on me and with your loyalty to James obviously making you hold back – I never would've given him a chance."

Both Sirius and my son gape at Lily as she says this, giggling at the end as Sirius exclaims you knew?

Both of us nod and I take over: "We both did. You really weren't being subtle, you know. Still, I knew about your former homelife and felt that, with everything going on, you deserved true stability in your life, Pads.

And with us being the naïve and somewhat overconfident teenagers and young adults that we were, we were stupid and kept giving ourselves flimsy reasons to postpone the time we would confess this.

In the end, we decided that we would once Harry turned two, but – Pettigrew had other ideas." I growl this last bit, still furious about this after all these years.

Sirius stares between us, his head moving slightly as his gaze switches between Lily and myself several times. Then, suddenly, he lowers his head and mumbles:

"I – I'm glad I didn't know. I – I don't – I don't think I would've – that I would've been able to – to survive Azkaban – if I had known."

I wince harshly at this and mutter that that's a good point and that I had never thought about it like that.

Yet then, while I had expected Sirius to look up again, a loving smile on his face and for him to tell us that his feelings for us – as I know he crushed after me as well back then and those feelings had definitely been reciprocated – he does something else.

He turns around

And walks away.

Leaving us all confused.

We all stare at him as he heads back into the changing room where Lord Hades transported us to earlier. The man's head is low enough it almost disappears behind his shoulders and upper body, his whole body almost oozes a sense of regret and defeat and by the way his hands are tightened into fists, I can't help but wonder if he's not also holding back tears.

Lily moves back to stand with me and Harry and whispers: "You go after him. I'm going to give Dumbledore a piece of my mind."

I nod at her and while Lily takes over holding Harry close, I push past quite a few students as I head over to where my best friend – and beloved – disappeared.

WARNING!

INDIRECT MENTION OF RAPE AND OTHER ADULT CONTENT UPCOMING!

WARNING!

Inside the changing room I spot Sirius sitting on one of the benches. His head is in his hands and he is, indeed, crying tears and tears of pain.

My heart aches at the sight of my dearest friend – one of the first people who made me realize that I was bi-sexual – as his emotional trauma seems to be emphasized by the still unhealthy, recovering state of his body.

I make sure to let each of my steps be heard on the grass and muddy floor as I move over to sit besides him. Slowly and gently I wrap an arm around his still too thin shoulders and pull him against me. For a few minutes I don't speak and just let the man cry.

"I can't do it."

Sirius whimpers before I can ask him what's wrong. I look at him and he mumbles: "I can't get pregnant. I – I can't pro-produce an – an Heir."

My eyes widen, my heart skips a beat and I instantly try to resist the instinctual need of my body to tense up, lest my arm tightens around my beloved in an uncomfortable way. All the while an earlier statement of his rings through my head.

"sometimes – those fiends weren't even the worst of the monsters inside that prison.

And then I'm not just talking about my deranged cousin and her husband."

Lily and I had shared a worried and horrified look when we heard this through the Viewing Orb, but now the full brunt of what it meant hits me like an army of Bludgers, dragons and hippogriffs.

Sirius even has his arms wrapped tightly around his lower torso, in a desperate attempt to protect his damaged body. It takes everything I have to keep my arms wrapped around his shoulders as I pull him even closer against my form.

For a few minutes we simply remain seated like this. Sirius keeps quiet, thankfully no longer crying, and slowly but surely he turns his body in such a way that, even though he's not seated in my lap, he is small enough I can fully envelop his scarred form.

I lower one of my arms just enough that it's now wrapped around his midriff. And while I keep my arms at that height, my hands softly move circles across Sirius' back in an attempt to offer him comfort and reassurance.

At the same time, just to fight my personal need to pull my wand, rush out and demand of Amelia that she'll take me to Azkaban so I can curse those beasts, I try to focus my mind on other things.

And then a thought suddenly hits me.

"Sirius, you know that Lea and the others are from another world, right? Do you – are you willing to take the chance to – to see if they can help you?"

Sirius looks up at me and asks me why I would ask him this. And while I try not to get my own hopes up, I smile reassuringly and answer:

"Because of how different their magic is to ours. And because, when Lily saw Sora's Gummi Phone, she told me that Muggles probably won't get that kind of technology for another decade or two.

And considering how much Muggles have evolved in the last century, that's saying something. So who knows? Maybe they have something in their world that is even more modern and upgraded in technology. Something that can do things that we can't."

"Like what?"

"Like come up with a health regiment that can help you heal. Not just your womb, Siri, but heal all of you. And maybe it can be filled with tricks and magics that we've never even heard of."

Sirius seems to feel genuinely hesitant about this. I want to grimace, yet I keep my reassuring smile on my face and just decide to compromise.

"Why don't we ask Lea or Axel if their world has something more technologically advanced than their Gummi Phone? Or if they know someone who can scan your body in ways that even Madam Pomfrey isn't capable of?"

It breaks my heart to hear Sirius ask if he can go alone. I desperately want to go with him. I desperately want to support him in this and comfort him if I'm proven wrong.

But I easily understand that this is now part of Siri's character. That Azkaban made him this way. That being abandoned in that hellish place forced this sense of independence on him.

I simply nod and tell him to wait here while I go fetch Lea.

A few minutes later, when Lea and I return, Sirius seems to have regained himself a little. The haunted look that has been part of him since Lily and I saw him escape from Azkaban is still there and very prominent in his eyes.

Yet thankfully he's also sitting up straight.

I gently explain the situation to Lea, yet I keep quiet about Sirius' actual medical health issues. I simply ask him: "Lea, Siri has a situation that can't be fixed or cured by the magic and technology of this world. So I was wondering if your world has something more advanced than Sora's Gummi Phone. Something that can help him."

To Sirius' amazement and my relief, Lea nods and says: "Sure. Our world's leader, Ansem the Wise even owns something that can be considered the bigger, older brother of the Gummi Phone.

I mean, sure the Gummi phone can make calls, but there are tons of things that the Master's computer can do that the Gummi Phone can't."

Sirius asks if this computer will be able to perform a health scan on him and decide if his health can be improved. If the part of him that makes him feel like refusing Lils and me can be healed.

Lea is still smiling, yet from where I stand next to him, I suddenly notice that there is a strong sense of concern and care shining in his forest green eyes.

Lea confirms Sirius' answers and even states that the computer helped Naminé be who she is today. This intrigues me, yet I decide to leave the mystery of the gang and their backstory for later.

Sirius takes and releases a deep breath and requests Lea to take him there. Lea holds up a finger and tells Sirius to wait and let him call someone called Ienzo first.

We both nod and Lea pulls out his own Gummi Phone. He presses a few buttons on the screen and a few seconds later a voice comes from the thin box.

"Ah Lea, the Master, the others and I were expecting you, Sora and the others back by now. Did something happen? According to Demyx, who went to check things out, the Keyblade Graveyard is completely deserted. And Isa is on the floor again, reforming into his former self."

This last bit makes Sirius and me share a shocked and confused look. Yet the smile on Lea's face actually grows a little at hearing this and he answers:

"That's great to hear, Ienzo. Unfortunately I don't really have time to explain everything. Just know that the Powers that Be decided to be our friend and our enemy again at the same time.

It let me know that I have two soul mates and even allowed me to start bonding with them, but it also brought us all into a new world that we've never been to before and that desperately needs our help.

Speaking of, I'm currently talking with one of its residents and he's in need of the Master's computer. His health has been damaged quite severely the last decade or so and he needs a full health scan so we can find out what kind of regiment might be beneficial to help him recover again."

I smirk as I'm expecting a long shocked silence to come from the other side of the call. Yet to my awed amazement Ienzo just replies after a few seconds:

"I see. Thank you for calling ahead of time, Lea. You can bring him over. The Master and I will be happy to help him however we can."

Lea thanks him and ends the call. Then he moves over to where Sirius has stood up and, for some reason, Lea reminds us both that he's a Guardian of Light.

I wonder why he would remind us of this and what this might be. Then a second later, as the two of them vanish in clouds and puffs of dark smoke and clouds, I think:

"Ah, that's why."

At the same time

In Radiant Garden

Sirius' POV

I really didn't expect any of what happened in the last 15 to 30 minutes.

I never dared to expect to see James and Lily again, at least not until I joined them again on the other side.

I didn't expect Harry to turn Dumbledore's latest plan on his head and to prove his refusal to win the Tournament the way that he did.

I certainly didn't expect to come face to face with the god of the Dead or for said God to bring my and Harry's deepest desire to life, literally.

And the last thing I ever expected – was that Jamey and Lils actually returned the crush I felt for both of them when I was a dumb 16 year old teenager.

No, the last thing I ever expected – was for James to know about my horrible health status – and for him to offer me a potential way to heal, to recover.

But while I am feeling almost dazed with shock over everything that happened so far, I hardly care for the fact that dark magic was just used to transport me between worlds.

"I grew up covered and surrounded with dark magic in dozens of different forms. And Lea is obviously the kind of person who will gladly use dark magic for the cause of the Light.

And that was something I often tried to do as well while fighting Death Eaters during the war – that is, when the Great Albus Dumbledore let me.

Which was almost never.

Also, because I feel so dazed, I hardly pay attention to my new, strange surroundings. I just watch as a young man, who looks to be a few years older than Lea, and who has his dark blue hair covering one of his eyes – the other looks to be aqua-colored – in layers, steps up.

The young man greets me and asks: "What exactly, if I may ask, is wrong with your health, sir? Or would you rather just go through a full body scan?"

I wince, gather my Gryffindor courage and explain: "In – in my world, if – if a wizard is – is magically strong enough they – they can – get pregnant."

As I expected the two young adults look shocked at this, yet I just ignore this and continue: "I – I was abused and – and – heh, you get what I can't say, right?"

The two nod, Lea hurriedly and the other a little more calmly.

I lower my head and mumble: "I – I really don't believe that there is – that there is anything that you can do to – to heal my – my damaged parts, but – I – I guess I just – I need to know."

Again the two nod and Ienzo gently tells me to follow him as he guides me over to a white recliner chair that is set in the middle of a somewhat small, square room that has a huge window covering most of the left wall.

The rest of the room just looks too different from what I'm used to for me to bother with trying to figure out what I'm seeing.

Instead I just follow Ienzo's respectful instructions and lie down on the recliner chair on my back with my arms by my side.

Ienzo looks up and says: "We're ready when you are, Tron." I wonder who he's talking to – when suddenly a voice seems to come from nowhere and everywhere.

"Scanning now."

And a triangular beam of bright blue light – or better said thousands of small blue balls of light – moves over my form. It starts at the tip of my head and slowly moves down to my toes. And when it passes my neck, I crane my head down to watch as it moves further down.

Then I notice that Ienzo has moved over to the wall with the huge window. And just behind him I notice something that looks like a small screen that is larger than the screen of Lea's Gummi Phone and that is apparently build into the wall.

"Most incredible. You really do have reproductive organs. And like your stomach and your lungs they're in a pretty bad shape.

And you – you also have a – an organ I have never seen before. Sir, do you know what this organ near your spine and situated behind your heart is for?"

I nod, even while the curious and intrigued tone of the young man's voice makes a small smile grow on my face. The man might be in his twenties, yet his tone of voice reminds me of Lily when she was 13 and going through the books of her new electives for the first time.

"It's my core. All witches and wizards are born with one. It's how we're able to cast magic. It's what physically separates us from Muggles, which is what we call people who can't cast magic."

The man might have his back turned to me, yet his whole body stance proves that he is feeling totally in his element as he listens to my explanation.

Obviously this young man is used to learning about new things whenever possible. And just as obviously he sincerely and deeply enjoys doing so.

"Most incredible. Alright, I think Tron and I can come up with a regiment that can help you recover your health.

And I will say, sir, either the look on your face or your robes are really able to hide how unwell you still are. I really didn't realize how much you had suffered when I first saw you."

This makes me smile as that has been my goal ever since I became part of Harry's life again as I didn't want him to worry about me too much. Then Ienzo continues.

"As I said, I think Tron and I can help you, though I would like to try something first. It had been something that the Master and I had been wanting to try ever since we learned that Xehanort was gone. We just – didn't expect to – no offence – get this chance so soon."

The fact that the boy is being so vague worries me and so I ask him to be more clear. Ienzo winces and apologizes as he says:

"Before we got to be ourselves again – sorry, story for another time – none of us were able to cast spells like Cure or the other elemental spells that Lea can still cast.

I myself lost the ability a few months ago, yet I still feel curious to see just how these spells work. And considering that you're a wizard, a magic user. Sorry, but to me, it just makes sense that your body will have unique reactions to these spells."

This reminds me of what happened earlier today, when Lea cast the spell on Harry after Bill took the dark crap out of Harry's scar.

The two of us, Lea and I, share a look and I ask Ienzo exactly what he plans to do. Ienzo shrugs and says: "I just want Lea to cast a Cure and a Curaga spell and Tron will scan you again after the casting of both spells.

That way we can get a full view of what the spell does to a person's organs. And who knows, it might be able to start helping you recover your health."

I personally and sincerely doubt this as I both remember how Harry's body reacted to the spell and remember how I felt in 1988, after Dolchohov was done with me.

So I turn to him and ask: "Does your health regiment require Lea to cast this spell on me? Or can your regiment help me even without the spellwork?"

Ienzo seems unable to understand why I'm asking this and he answers: "It's not required. I just believe, because of the nature of the spells, that it can help you and be a proper first step to help you recover your health."

For another few seconds I hesitate and doubt that this will really work. Yet the fact that Ienzo doeshave a health regiment that can actually help me recover gives me just enough hope that I nod at the two of them, giving them permission to give it a shot.

Both nod back at me. Ienzo looks as if he's still curious about my reluctance, but also feels very happy that I'm willing to help him. Lea, on the other hand, just smiles at me, a look of understanding on his face and in his eyes.

Lea steps up to come stand beside my chair and summons his Keyblade. And when Ienzo gives him the good-to-go, he casts the basic version of the Cure Spell.

I feel the magical leaves and flower petals landing on my skin and its magic getting absorbed into my form.

Instantly I feel something strange and curious as I feel my core respond to the magic from deep within me. And somehow, it feels as if my core is trying to breath in, like my lungs, as if it's trying to swallow the magic that has been cast on me.

At the same time I also feel something else. Just like my lungs, every time my core feels like it's breathing in, this is followed by a sensation similar to when my lungs are breathing out oxygen. Yet instead of oxygen, it feels as if my core is breathing out an abbreviated form of my own magic.

"Intriguing. It seems like your core considered the magic of the Keyblade too alien to accept it. It seems as if it has absorbed the magic and is now spreading a form of magic through your body that is like a mix between your own magic and the magic of the Keyblade.

As if your core has broken down the spell until only its healing factor was left and then let that out to help your body recover. Have you ever heard of a wizard's core being able to do this?"

I shake my head and say: "There are Healers who believe that that is what happens when they give their patients different kinds of potions, though the draught goes through the stomach first, naturally.

Though no one has ever been able to confirm this." I turn from him to Lea and say:

"Still, that does explain what happened when Lea cast the more powerful version of this spell on Harry. Because it was the more advanced version, Harry's core worked twice as hard to break the spell down. And that's why he was still tired after you were done."

Lea's eyes widen for a moment and he nods at me.

"Absolutely fascinating. Alright, sir. If you're ready, we can try casting the other version of the spell now.

Also, if you're okay with it, I would like to ask Lea to aim the spell at your reproductive organs." I shake my head at this and say:

"It would be better if he keeps it aimed at my core. I'd rather not find out what my core might try to do to absorb the magic even if it's being cast at a different point of my body."

Ienzo winces and says: "Right, I apologize. Master Ansem, Vexen and I sometimes still lose ourselves in our needs to know and we forget who or what we're dealing with in our need to learn."

I get the feeling that there is a deeper, potentially darker story, behind this. Yet I just nod to reassure the young man that I understand and that I don't hold this against him; that I am just glad that he caught himself.

Lea takes a few attempts and a bit of help from Ienzo and me to make sure that his Keyblade is situated right above my core before he casts the spell.

Again I feel my core react the same way, yet this time my core seems to feel less desperate and seems to feel a little more eager to absorb the magic and alter it before it lets it run through my body in its new form.

And while the last time the altered magic felt somewhat weaker than the magic that had been absorbed into my core, this time it feels different; it feels slightly stronger.

And Ienzo seems to be able to see the same on the screen he's watching as he mentions this while expressing his amazement and his intrigue.

Yet by this time I just want to learn about my new health regiment and return to Hogwarts, back to Harry and back to the two people I am still secretly in love with.

So I make sure that the young man returns his focus – and mine – back to what matters most to me:
"And my womb? My reproductive organs? Has the – the new magic – done anything?"

Ienzo seems to study this portion of whatever he is able to see on the screen more closely and he states: "Yes. Yes, it would seem so.

The first spell did almost nothing. But the second seems to have. In fact, I would almost say that your core knew about your desperation to heal this part of your body. Either that or it just instinctually knew that this part of you needed healing the most.

It seems to have altered the spell in such a way that it really did affect your reproductive systems the most; as if the magic had been altered to ignore the other organs between your core and your reproductive system."

These words utterly floor me as I can barely believe that my core reacted to both the Curaga spell and my physical needs like this.

Ienzo turns to me with a smile on my face as he says: "Alright, here's what I have in mind. I will have Tron print out the health regiment that can help you regain your health, your stamina and your strength.

Though I will also add to it the advice that you let Lea cast the Curaga spell on you every day and that, every three days or so, you will let him move his Keyblade a centimeter down or so.

And, if you feel up for it, I would like to ask Lea to bring you back here in a month so we can do another scan and see how well your body is taking to the regiment and the spellwork."

I don't know why, but the young man's tone somehow manages to break through the sense of resignation that stems from the years of depression and anguish that I have gone through.

The young man, who I have only known for a few minutes, who might only be a few years older or younger than Lea, who is close to my godson's age – is actually giving me hope.

And then, while his next words bring a sense of realism to it all, they still make me tear up with amazed relief and a growing sense of glee.

"Now I will say that you probably shouldn't try to produce a child for the next 6 to 9 months, but – if my scans are correct – you should be able to safely carry a child to term after that.

And naturally our, if you want them, monthly check-ups will allow me to see if this date can be sped up or not."

I jump out of my chair and wrap my arms tightly around his slim, younger form as I bawl my eyes out and thank him profusely, over and over again. All the while I exclaim and explain that I didn't think I would ever get this chance again, at all.

Ienzo is so shocked by my sudden move that he freezes up. Yet Lea steps in to help us both. He gently pulls me away from Ienzo and says:

"I'll go bring our friend back to his home and then I'll be back for that print, okay Ienzo?"

Ienzo nods, still a bit shocked, and Lea uses the same technique as before to bring me back home.

And to my ever growing sense of amazement, James is actually still in the changing room, waiting for us.

Because my emotions are just overwhelming me at this point and because I can sense that I just can't think straight anymore, I simply react out of instinct.

I rush for the man, pull his face towards mine and kiss him with all the passion, love, adoration, glee, relief and disbelief that is still coursing through my body.

James tenses for only a second before he responds. And the feeling of his arms wrapped around my back and his hand buried in my wild, tangled, mangy hair, his fingers softly massaging my scalp, makes me moan while I continue to cry tears of love and glee.

After a few moments oxygen becomes a must and while I really, really don't want to, I pull my head away again. Yet James instantly responds to this and whispers three words that I never thought I would hear coming from him:

"I love you."

"I love you."

I respond and I know, with heart and soul, that I mean every word.


Good on you, Sirius.
So yeah, Lily, James and Sirius are going to be a couple from now on. And believe it or not, but there is going to be a fourth person who will join this loving and lovable little group.
Want to guess who?

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