A/N: hello

Everything makes sense now. He wasn't lying. It is Harry. It's their sweet baby Harry. Doesn't matter from another universe or not. He was now theirs.

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Harry's eyes flutter open as the first rays of dawn filter through the trees. He blinks groggily, trying to make sense of his surroundings. His body feels heavy, and his mind is still foggy. He notices James and Sirius sitting beside him, their faces etched with concern.

"Harry, you're awake!" Sirius says softly, relief evident in his voice. He quickly retrieves a vial from his bag and hands it to Harry. "Here, drink this. It's a waking potion. It'll help clear the fog."

Harry takes the vial hesitantly and drinks the potion. A pleasant warmth spreads through him, and he starts to feel more alert. James hands him a glass of water, and he takes a few sips, the cool liquid refreshing and soothing.

"Thanks," Harry croaks, his voice hoarse. "What's happening? Why am I here?"

James exchanges a glance with Sirius before speaking. "Harry, there's something important we need to tell you. We found a book. A book about parallel universes. When we opened it… we saw."

Harry's confusion deepens. "Saw what? What are you talking about?"

"When we opened it, it transported us to your world, showing us glimpses of your life. Most of the years. We saw parts of your life" Sirius takes a deep breath, his expression serious.

"Okay…so now you believe me?" harry asks still confused

James nods solemnly. "Yes, Harry. We believe you. We saw book is called the…it's an old ancient book from the house Black. It talks of parallel universes where events happen differently and therefore everything is different. The main division event is that in your world, your parents….us…we died protecting you, and therefore you lived the life you've lived. In our world…" he takes a deep breath. "He, Harry, didn't survive past the age of three. After Voldemort attacked, he was very gravely injured. Despite trying everything, he couldn't recover. It was impossible." James closes his eyes briefly.

Harry's eyes widen in shock and betrayal. "You mean… I died in your world?"

"Yes," Sirius confirms softly. "You passed away at a very young age. That's why your life was so different from ours. You survived in this world, but in our world, you didn't."

Harry's breath catches in his throat, and he feels a crushing weight press down on him. The enormity of what he's just learned crashes over him. The room spins as he tries to make sense of the information. He's overwhelmed by a storm of emotions—grief, agony, and a deep, piercing sense of injustice.

"So… in both worlds, I was nothing but a sacrifice?" Harry's voice cracks with raw pain. He clutches the bed sheets, his knuckles white, as he struggles to control the tremor in his hands. Tears begin to streak down his face. "In one world, I died when I was barely three in pain, and in this world, I lived a life full of suffering and misery. What was it all for? Was it all just to be a pawn in some grand, twisted game?"

The realisation is like a knife twisting in his chest. The thought that his entire existence, with all the pain and loss, might have been for nothing feels like an unbearable weight. The emotions are too much to contain, and Harry's face contorts with anguish.

"I was just… a pawn. A sacrifice," he chokes out, his voice barely above a whisper. "In my world…all the pain, all the suffering—it was just… for nothing. How is that…fair" tears streaming down his face.

He covers his face with his hands leaning forward, and voice rises in desperation, filled with a mixture of anger and profound sorrow. "Why was I chosen to live a life like this? Why was I given this fate? I could have been in a different world, one where I wasn't treated like absolute shit. Where I didn't have to suffer every single day. I endured so fucking much while you guys are living with what?" he laughs hysterically

"With two spare kids!" he continues, his voice rising with a mix of rage and disbelief. "Where everyone's alive. And happy. And just living life. While I fucking suffered. Why me? Why did I have to live through all of this?" he sinks into the mattress.

He sinks deeper into the mattress, his anger and sorrow overwhelming him. He looks up at James and Sirius with a glare. "Just leave. Go away. Go fucking leave."

James and Sirius stand in silence, their faces etched with heartbreak and helplessness. They exchange a look, then nod silently and leave, James glancing back one last time before closing the door gently behind them.

Left alone, Harry's body shakes with the force of his grief. He collapses back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room is silent except for his ragged breaths and the occasional, muffled sob. He's engulfed in a sea of despair, grappling with the realization that his suffering might have been a cruel joke played by fate, an endless cycle of sacrifice and pain.

Harry lies on the bed, his chest heaving with the weight of his grief. The room is silent, but his mind is whirling with thoughts and feelings. What was his name? Jasper? Images of Jasper, his brother in another universe, float in and out of his mind. He remembers Jasper's carefree laughter, the way he seemed to glide through life with a lightness that Harry had never known.

How could it be? Jasper grew up with everything Harry had only dreamed of—two loving parents, a family that was whole, Remus and sirius…even a Snape that wasn't an utter bastard. All Harry ever wished for.

"Why did I have to suffer so much?" he thinks, his thoughts tangled in confusion and anger. "Why did Jasper get to have everything I ever wanted? Why was I the one left to fight through all this pain, while he lived a life of happiness?"

He had always tried to find meaning in his suffering, some reason why he had to endure so much. He was okay with it at end. Okay with dying. Okay with suffering. As long as he dies and meets his parents. His actual parents. But now, seeing the life Jasper had, the life he was denied, makes everything feel so much more pointless.

Pointless. His life was utterly pointless.

Pointless pointless pointless.

Only there to defeat Voldemort and still die in his own world.

Pointless like everything else. He's done his job in his own world. And now for a twisted reason he's viewing everything he couldn't have. Why was he here? Why does he see everything now? Everything he missed out on. Everything that could've been…

"Pointless," he mutters, tears streaming down his face. "My life was pointless. I fought so hard, only to end up in a world where I was a sacrifice in one universe and a sufferer in another. What was the point of all this? What was the reason for my suffering, if all I get is to see what I could have had but never did?"

Why couldn't I have just died? In my own world? To meet my mum and dad. Everyone else. Sirius…

He stares at his healed arms, the physical evidence of the battles he fought. They're strong now, but they're a reminder of the pain and struggle he's endured.

Harry's eyes remain fixed on the ceiling, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. What should I do now?

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James and Sirius exit Harry's room, their faces still shadowed by the weight of their conversation with him. The corridor is quiet, the soft light from the sconces casting a dim glow. They make their way to a small sitting room nearby, where Lily is already waiting.

Lily stands up as they approach, her eyes scanning their faces for any sign of what has transpired. "How is he?" she asks, her voice tight with worry.

James takes a deep breath, rubbing his forehead as if to clear the lingering tension. "It's… tough," he says slowly. "He's really struggling…"

"He's in a dark place. I could feel it. Imagine everything he must be feeling… Let him have some time. Probably needs food though. I'll whip something up " Sirius walks quietly towards the kitchen.

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Amelia had been wandering the house, bored. Everyone has been so weird lately. So off. After that, the guy arrived. Jasper told her it was their brother. But from another universe. Harry but if he lived. She always noticed how her parents were always sad when they remembered harry. He was only three. That he saved the world. Then her parents told her about everything, something about parallel universes. So to think that Harry was a man in their guest room is strange. She stops suddenly as she hears voices in the sitting room.

Her parents spoke in the sitting room, "...he's really struggling…" her dad's voice floated down the hall.

She's been avoiding Harry. Unsure what to say. Or think. But she's really curious how he looks. She wanted to meet him, see for herself, but the fear of intruding kept her away. Jasper says he wears glasses. And looks like their dad…but with green eyes. So strange. She hears her uncle walking to the kitchen. And her parents leave outside. She remains hidden in her spot, holding a light that changes colours that her godfather severus gifted her.

I really wanna see him. I'm the only one who hasn't. That's not fair. An idea struck her. She tiptoed to her room and grabbed a pile of books she had been meaning to read. She also picked up a small light that changed colours, a gift from her godfather Severus. Amelia returned to her hiding spot, clutching her books and the light. She waited anxiously, her excitement mingled with nerves.

Padfoot is taking so longgg she slumps, bored. Then opens a book to read.

A while later she sees Sirius walking with a plate of his yummy grilled cheese and tomato soup. He pauses in front of the door. Then walks in. She hears something said and then he leaves outside to the yard to her parents.

Amelia seized her chance. Her tiny fingers worked quickly as she tiptoed to the guest room, the door creaking softly as she opened it. She glanced around nervously, clutching her books and the light. She closed the door behind her and stepped further into the room.

Harry lay curled on his side, his face turned away. The soft light from Amelia's lamp cast gentle, shifting colors on the walls.

"Sirius, I said leave me be," Harry muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Amelia smiled softly, her heart racing. "Oh, but I am not Sirius."

Harry twisted around, confusion evident on his face. When he saw her, realisation dawned. "You're their daughter…"

Amelia beamed at him, her eyes shining with a mix of hope and mischief. "I'm your sister, silly. Another universe or whatnot, but still, I'm your sister." She set down her books and the light on a nearby table and walked closer to him.

Harry stared at her for a moment, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He pushed himself up on his elbows, his expression a mixture of curiosity and weariness.

"I'm Amelia," she continued softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. " eleven.I wanted to meet you. I heard you were feeling really sad, and I thought maybe I could come and be here for you."

Harry's face softened slightly, though his eyes still held traces of the pain he had been through, and traces of tears. "Why would you want to do that?"

Amelia shrugged, her small shoulders rising and falling. "Because... It sucks to be alone. I hate being alone. And I'm a bit of a mess myself, but maybe we can help each other."

Just then, Amelia's stomach gave a loud, rumbling grumble. She looked down at her midsection, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oops," she said, laughing nervously. "I guess I'm really hungry."

Harry couldn't help but let out a small, weary chuckle at her. Amelia's smile widened as she spotted the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches Sirius had left on Harry's nightstand.

"Hey, can I eat one of these?" she asked, pointing to the plate. "Sirius makes the BEST grilled cheese. You should try it too! It's amazing."

Harry looked at the plate of sandwiches, then back at Amelia. For a brief moment, he felt a flicker of normalcy amidst the chaos of his emotions. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah," he said, his voice soft but sincere, as she placed her things on the bed, and walked to the night stand.

Amelia took a sandwich and took a big bite, her eyes widening in delight. "She dips it into the soup. Mmm, this is so good!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up. "Told you. Sirius has magical grilled cheese skills. Here, try one" she hands him one

Harry watched her with a small, genuine smile. He took a sandwich for himself and took a bite, the cheese melting in his mouth.

"See? I told you. Hey, your eyes are really green. No one has green eyes other than mum. You're so luckyyy. I only got her red hair and freckles"

They eat in silence. Him leaning against the headboard

"Do you want to talk about it?" Amelia asked between bites, her eyes full of concern. "Or maybe just sit here and eat? I'm good with either."

Harry looked at her, his expression softening further. For the first time in a while, he felt a tiny bit of comfort, a glimmer of connection amidst the overwhelming sea of his emotions.

"Just sitting here sounds nice," he said quietly, a genuine but small smile forming on his lips.

"Okay. I brought books too," Amelia said, her voice brightening. "I can read them for you when we're done eating."

Harry nodded, "You know, you look a lot like…mum..did when she was younger. I saw some old pictures of her. Just your eyes are different." he says softly.

Amelia looked up at him, her eyes thoughtful. "Yeah, I know. I saw those pictures too. I can't imagine not living with them…" She hesitated, a look of sadness crossing her face.

Harry reached out towards her red fiery hair, "May I?" and gently touched her red, fiery hair,

"Yeah," Amelia said, moving a bit closer.

Harry's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he played with her hair, his fingers curling the ends softly. "It's nice," he said softly, his voice carrying a rare note of peace.

After a while she asks, "Can I see your eyes" she mimics his glasses. Forming circles with her fingers and putting it in front of her eyes.

Harry blinks. Then he takes off his glasses and turns towards her. Hazel meets green. Universes apart, they each have one of their parent's eyes.

She smiles, "you really do have her eyes"

Harry smiles back. He looks at her warm sparkling hazel eyes. The freckles sprinkled on her cheeks. More on her cheeks and nose. Like a sprinkling of stars, a constellation. Her red hair framing her face. She looks like…their mum. A replica. But warmer. With hazel eyes. They both share their mum in their looks. She is really…his sister. In another universe. He looks away.

He flicks his fingers towards the stack of books, "You said something about books?"

She hops off the bed towards the pile of books she had brought, "Yeahh! I love these books. My godfather always buys me books. Oh that's severus." She selected one from the stack, her eyes lighting up, "this one's my favourite," she said, holding up a book with a vibrant cover. "It's called The Adventures of the Enchanted forest. Severus got it for me last year. He has the best taste in books."

Harry watched her with a soft smile. He reached for his glasses, carefully putting them back on, and adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable.

Amelia climbed back onto the bed and settled beside him. She opened the book and began reading aloud, her voice becoming animated as she delved into the story. Her tone was soothing and engaging, and Harry found himself getting lost in the rhythm of her words.

As Amelia read, Harry felt the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. Listening to her read, combined with the comfort of her presence, provided relief from his own troubled thoughts. The room was filled with the gentle sound of her voice, occasionally with the sound of pages turning. Harry's vision blurs as tears fill up in his eyes. They fell and wet his cheeks.

At one point, Amelia looked up from the book, her face reflecting the joy she felt in sharing this moment. Then pauses as she looks at him. "You know," she said softly, "when I read this book, I always imagine being part of the adventure. I love adventures…"

Harry nodded wiping at his eyes, meeting hers. "I can see why you like it so much. It definitely sounds like a fun adventure."

Amelia smiled, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Yeah! I always pretend I'm one of the heroes, exploring magical forests and meeting talking animals. It's really interesting"

As Amelia continued reading, Harry's eyelids grew heavier with each turn of the page. The soothing rhythm of Amelia's voice and the comfort of the bed made it hard for him to stay awake. Despite his effort to focus on the story, his body began to surrender to fatigue.

Amelia noticed Harry's growing drowsiness. She paused mid-sentence and glanced over at him. "Harry, you look really tired. It's okay if you want to sleep. We can continue the story another time."

Harry blinked slowly, his gaze lingering on Amelia. "I'm just so tired," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for reading to me. It's… nice."

Amelia's heart warmed at his words. She set the book aside gently, careful not to disturb him, and adjusted the pillows around him to make him more comfortable. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed, a peaceful expression settling on his face.

As Harry drifted into sleep, Amelia remained by his side for a while longer, ensuring he was comfortable. She adjusted the light to a soft, warm glow and covered him with a blanket

She gathers her things and steps out of the room.

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A/N: I've written a couple of chapters. Things have been crazy lately. Probably won't post for a while. but hope you liked it.