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Chapter 4

The four men went to hurry from the room but stopped when Harry let out a sad little cry. They turned back to see green tear-filled eyes as Harry watched them morosely.

"Sirius, please don't leave me. I don't want you to go."

Sirius stared in shock at the teen on the bed.

"I… I ah, well" Sirius stuttered, running his hands through his shaggy locks looking unsure.

"Please" Harry said piteously reaching out his thin arms for Sirius.

Even given the seriousness of the situation James couldn't hold back a snort at his flustered best friend.

"You stay with Harry, Sirius, we will sort everything else out and meet you back here."

Sirius shot his mate an uncertain look before nodding. There was no way he was strong enough to say no to the sad and desperate eyes staring up at him from the bed. Ignoring Regulus' dark look he walked over and sat on the bed, watching the other teen carefully. He soon found himself with a lap full, as the younger teen jumped on him, knocking him back onto the bed.

Harry crawled into his arms and burrowed his face into his neck, taking deep calming breaths.

Sirius, unsure what to do, reached up and wrapped his arms around the slim waist, rubbing soothing circles to try to calm the other.

"I'm so happy I get to see you again, even if it does mean that I'm dead to." Harry said.

Sirius got the impression he was trying to talk quietly but due to the potions still affecting his mind he didn't realise he was actually being quite loud, the whole room able to hear him.

"I'm so so sorry you died because of me Sirius."

Sirius stiffened at the words; he didn't know what the hell was going on, but he didn't want to hear any more about his supposed death at the moment.

"How about we just lay here quietly?" Sirius said gently. "It's a lot to take in."

He felt Harry nod against his neck and although he could still here mumbling, no actual words reached his ears.

He glanced up to find James, Regulus and Orion all watching him.

"I'm OK. Go. Just be quick."

Getting three quick nods the others hurried out the door.

Sirius lay there in silence as he awkwardly rubbed the other teens back, wondering just what the hell was going on.

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It took a surprisingly short amount of time for Orion and Regulus to return with Healer Jones and James to return with his parents. Harry and Sirius hadn't moved at all in that time. Though they could now hear him singing the Hogwarts school song again, Sirius trying to supress a smile at the small teen in his arms.

Healer Jones walked calmly to the bed, approaching Harry like you would a skittish animal. He had been given a brief rundown from Orion, something about Harry thinking everyone was dead.

Healer Jones wasn't sure if it was a side effect from the potions Harry was on or if the boy was mentally unstable. Afterall they knew nothing about him.

"Harry, I'm going to need you to roll off Sirius and move onto the bed so that I can run some scans on you."

Harry lifted his face out of Sirius' neck to look at the newcomer.

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously.

"I'm Healer Jones; I am the one who healed you when you first arrived."

"I was injured?" he asked, confusion marring his tone.

"Yes, yes you were. Quite severely actually, if you had waited much longer before seeking medical help you would have died." Healer Jones explained softly.

Harry nodded hesitantly looking even more confused, "I thought I was already dead?" he mumbled to himself.

"No Harry, you are very much alive, and I want to keep it that way, so please move away from Sirius."

The green-eyed teen didn't look like he believed what the healer was saying but shifted slightly looking loathed to let go of Sirius.

"Sirius can stand right here next to the bed if you like?" Healer Jones said kindly.

"You won't leave me, right?" Harry asked Sirius, green eyes staring into grey intently.

"No, of course I won't Harry" Sirius said, and was surprised to find that he meant it. He wasn't sure who exactly this teen was, but he was already worming his way into Sirius' heart.

Reluctantly Harry moved off Sirius, he tried to simply roll onto the bed but unfortunately kept going, rolling right off the edge. Luckily for him Regulus was standing beside the bed and managed to scoop him up into his arms before Harry could hit the floor. The younger teen took a few deep breaths to steady himself from the slight pain he was feeling.

Green eyes stared into grey, both losing themselves in the moment before someone cleared their throat pointedly and Regulus, blushing slightly, placed Harry back onto the bed.

Healer Jones stepped forward and waved his wand, casting several diagnostic spells.

"Harry, your bones are healing well, though you have sustained severe nerve damage in your leg. You will have to go on to a potion regime to try to heal some of the damage, though it may never be fully restored. You will have to use a walking stick in the meantime, to assist you in getting around."

The Healer waved his wand again, before turning to Orion.

"He needs another blood replenishing potion, as well as one for pain and the one for his nerves. I know you wish to question him, but I can't in good conscience let him suffer."

Orion nodded in understanding.

"We do not want him to suffer either, please do what you need to do."

Healer Jones nodded and went to his bag, pulling out three different potion bottles.

"Here Harry, I need you to take these potions. They will help you feel better."

Harry looked at the potions warily, before turning to look at Sirius.

Sirius gave him a smile and an encouraging nod and that was all Harry needed to take each potion that was handed to him and swallow it down.

He pulled a face after each one, grimacing as he swallowed.

While Harry was taking his potions Healer Jones turned back to the assembled people.

"I know you wish to speak to Harry, but I can't guarantee the accuracy of anything that he says. The pain potion and nerve potion are quite strong and when mixed can make one a little delirious, tread carefully."

With that warning Healer Jones bowed to Orion and shot Harry a small smile before leaving the room.

"Could someone please explain what is going on?" Lord Potter asked. "James rushed home saying we needed to get here immediately. What exactly has happened? Who is this boy?"

Orion cleared his throat, preparing to explain.

"A few days ago, there was a disturbance in our wards and young Harry here appeared on the staircase." Orion said, pointing to the teen on the bed, who was now looking out the window and humming softly.

Lord Potter could feel his eyebrows raise at that; the Black wards were legendary.

"He was severely injured, but once he had been healed and awoke, he spoke of Sirius, which is when I flooed your Manor and requested Sirius return home."

Lord and Lady Potter nodded in understanding at this.

"When Sirius and James met Harry here, he said some rather interesting things that had us concerned and we thought it wise that you be here to help judge the validity of what he has to say. However, as you just heard he is on some rather strong potions, so it could be that everything he is saying is complete nonsense anyway."

"Or, that he simply has no filter and is speaking the truth" Regulus muttered softly.

"I understand what you're saying" Lady Potter said. "I'm just not understanding why we are needed here?"

"Because of who he says he is" Orion answered gently.

"And who does he say he is?" Lord Potter asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

"He claims to be one, Harry Potter."

Lord and Lady Potter both jumped as if they had received a powerful stinging hex.

"A P..Potter" Lady Potter gasped. "But there aren't any Potter's besides us left!"

"He does look like a Potter though" Lord Potter said quietly, watching the teen on the bed shrewdly. "I mean, just look at that hair."

Lady Potter turned and watched the teen as well, brows furrowing at what she found.

"I don't want to push him to much in his state, but what he has to say may be important" Orion explained. "I say we at least try to get a basic idea of how he broke through our wards and why he says he is Harry Potter, then we can re-evaluate." The Lord Black looked around the room for confirmation and upon finding it moved closer to Harry. Everyone else in the room doing the same, though trying to look casual about it.

"Harry?" Orion began, getting a dazed look and a "hmm" from the small teen.

He decided to just be direct. "How did you get here?"

"Where is 'here' again?" But before anyone could respond, he answered his own question. "Oh, that's right, Grimmauld Place. What a strange place to go when you die." Harry said looking around the room bemused.

Lady Potter let out a strangled noise at the proclamation.

Harry turned to look at James. "Do you think it's because I was at Grimmauld Place when I died that I'm here?"

"Harry, you are not dead!" James exclaimed but at the same moment Orion asked another question.

"You were at Grimmauld Place before you came here? Why?"

"Well, I live there of course. Well sometimes I live there" Harry amended thoughtfully. "I guess it might be home, I've never really had a home before" he finished sadly.

No one in the room quite knew what to say to that.

"But, why do you live here and not with the Potters?" Regulus asked, frustration at not getting a clear answer evident.

"Well, because they're all dead of course. I'm the only one left… well was the only one left, now I'm dead to."

Lord Potter rushed forward at this and grabbed Harry's shoulder. "What do you mean all the Potters are dead?" He asked urgently, casting a scared glance at his son.

Harry didn't answer though, just stared up at the man before him with a dreamy smile on his face.

"Hello."

Lord Potter let out a growl of frustration, and backed away a few steps, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Orion stepped up while Lord Potter continued to calm himself.

"Harry," he began gently, trying to bring the conversation back on track. "How did you get through the Black wards?"

Harry giggled at this. "Why wouldn't I? I'm the Black heir. Grimmauld Place loves me… Kreacher not so much."

Shock ran through the whole room. Orion turned to stare at both his sons, fear running through him, how could this boy be the Black heir? Orion didn't want to believe anything he was saying but couldn't deny the ring of truth to the words.

Orion gave everyone in the room a significant look, trying to warn them not to interrupt what he was about to do.

"Harry, is everyone in this room dead?" Orion was proud his voice didn't crack as he spoke.

Harry just looked at him in confusion. "Of course. I thought that was already clear."

Orion nodded in a placating manner.

"How did we all die though?" Orion whispered.

Harry paused and looked like he was thinking hard.

"Well, I," he said pointing at his chest, "died in an attack on Grimmauld Place."

"Hey!" He said with sudden clarity, "where's Remy? He died just before me; shouldn't he be here to?"

James and Sirius let out a choked sound at hearing that their other best friend was supposedly dead. How did this boy know Moony!? Before either could interrupt Orion prompted Harry again, wanting to get some answers now that the boy was starting to make sense, even if nothing made sense at all.

"Keep going Harry, Remy will be here soon."

Harry nodded trustingly and kept talking.

"Well, you," he said pointing at Orion and Orion felt his breath catch at what might be said.

"You were poisoned by Walburga," another ripple of shock went through the room.

"Why did you ever think it was a good idea to marry your own cousin?" Harry asked, his face scrunched up adorably. Orion could think of nothing to say at that proclamation so simply shrugged.

"Regulus, you were killed, by Voldemort, I think." The room flinched at the name and Regulus let out a strangled "what?"

"No one is quite sure what happened to you, truth be told." Harry continued, not realising he had just dropped a huge bombshell in the room.

Regulus was in complete shock and could find nothing to say to that declaration. Harry reached out and gripped Regulus' hand. Regulus thought he may have been trying to offer comfort at first, but then got distracted and started to draw little snitches on his wrist with his fingers. The older teen did his best to ignore the shivers that ran through his body at the touch.

Harry pointed at Sirius next.

"Sirius' death was all my fault" Harry gasped tears beginning to well in green eyes. Sirius rushed forward and grabbed Harrys other hand, sitting back on the bed next to him.

"No, Harry. Whatever happened, I'm sure it wasn't your fault," Sirius said soothingly, and he knew it was true, this boy was far too innocent and kind to have maliciously caused someone's death, especially someone he clearly loved.

"It was Sirius. Voldemort tricked me, made me think he had you, Sirius, I tried to save you, but Bellatrix hit you with a curse and you fell through the veil."

Harry was crying his eyes out now, painful sobs wracking his chest.

No one in the room really had any idea what he was talking about, what was the veil? But Sirius knew that whatever Harry thought had happened, he was not to blame.

Sirius leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders, "it was not your fault Harry, you are not to blame."

Harry just cried harder.

"Dad," he hiccupped when he had got himself more under control. Lord and Lady Potter stared in surprise at their son, this boy thought he was their grandchild?

"You died trying to protect mum and me, tried to give us time to run."

James paled considerably at the words and Lord and Lady Potter moved to their son's side pulling him into a tight hug.

"Grandma and Grandpa" Harry paused. "Can I call you that? I've never got to say that before in my life" he mused.

"Grandma… grandpa… grandma… grandpa… grandma… grandpa…"

Orion cleared his throat pointedly trying to get the youth to focus.

"I'm not really sure how you died, I'm sorry. Someone mentioned once that you died from dragon pox before I was born, but…" Harry shrugged awkwardly.

The room had been shocked into silence. Everyone trying to process what they had heard and decide if any of it was even true or just the ramblings of a mad man.

Harry didn't seem to notice the chaos he had caused. He lay in between Regulus and Sirius, finding comfort in their warm holds as he mumbled "grandma… grandpa" under his breath over and over again.

"I'm not sure what to say to all that" Lord Potter began shakily. "It sounds crazy, but there seems to be some truth to it."

Orion nodded in agreement. "He has answered some questions but raised a thousand more."

"I have a question, if I may?" Lady Potter asked as she stepped forward, not really waiting for a response from anyone.

"Harry, what is todays date?"

"Err, I'm not sure. It was sometime in June I think" Harry answered, his head cocked to the side in thought.

Orion held his breath, understanding where Lady Potter was going with this.

"And what year is it?" She asked, voice deceptively calm.

"It's 1996."