Another World

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James Thomas Potter, Father of Harry Potter the unknown saviour of the wizarding world, but at this moment he was Bonzi, evil wizard, captor of the lovely princess Devora. Our night in shining armor, Sir Harold (Rosemary) was about to rescue the Princess.

"Aha! I have found you, you evil fiend!" Rosie cried as she pointed the play wand at James' heart. "You will pay for what you have done to Devora and my entire kingdom!" With those final words, Rosie jumped onto James' back and started wrestling him towards the back of the lawns where the pond was.

With Devora's thrilled screeches and giggles egging them on, both started to fight as they came closer and closer to the not so warm waters of the duck pond.

Just as James was about to be defeated, thrown for eternity into the murky depths of the Pool of Suffering (Alex had made up the name when he was four) a shrill scream shattered the playful mood, filling James with the fear that only disappeared when he played with his children.

The fear of Voldemort. The fear that he will lose another child. The fear that he might lose Lily or Sirius or Remus. All the fear that had come back to him when Voldemort had risen last year. Rosie and Devora had stopped playing and were looking towards the house.

Both girls then turned to their father, the center of their universe. Well, at least Rosie's universe. Devora knew that Harry, whoever he was, was at the center or at least he was supposed to be. Her mum and dad being close seconds.

They both watched as James ran into the house at full speed, the screen door slamming behind him.

Something was horribly wrong.

James ran through the back door and up the stairs at breakneck speed. The only thought that registered in his terror stricken mind was "Oh no, not again!" He crashed up the stairs, hoping against hope that he wasn't too late, that Lily was still alive. He couldn't lose her, not now, not ever. It would kill him to lose her.

Without thinking he ran to Harry's bedroom, the most likely place where Lily would be. He muttered the charm that allowed him to enter and flung the door open. There Lily stood, tears streaming down her face, a letter clutched in her hand. James rushed over to her, "Oh baby, what's wrong?" he asked as he pulled her into his arms letting her cry into his shoulder.

"Oh James! He's after us again! Why won't he-he leave us alo-one?" She cried out, making James go numb. Voldemort was after them again. Why wouldn't he leave them alone? "What do you mean, Lily?" He asked her in a strangled voice, the fear he felt beginning to creep into his voice.

Lily had been able to stop her tears again, the only reminder of the pain she was feeling was a slight tremble in her hands and voice and tear-stained cheeks. She straightened her clothes and smoothed her hair. Her back straightened in a way that James recognized as the way she got when she was angry.

She calmly handed over the crumpled, slightly damp letter to James, who scanned it. He lost all the colour in his face, the coldness penetrated his bones. Voldemort was after them and he was using Harry of all people! How cruel could this man get?

"Why, James? Why is he doing this to us now? And why is he using Harry? I could have dealt with anyone else, but not Harry! He's my baby!" Desperation was creeping into her voice and the anger was slowly dying out. James was in shock. Harry, his baby Harry. How was this possible? Why was Voldemort using Harry?

Instantly the answer popped into his head. "Because he knows we won't kill him. We won't hurt anyone who even remotely looks like Harry and he knows it. That's why." James stated grimly, knowing that this was true. Neither of them would have the heart to do it. Lily crumbled at this news, sinking to the floor and crying into her hands.

James crouched down beside her and tried to comfort her, rubbing her back and trying to quell her fears. "We can do this, Lil. I know we can. All we have to do is tell ourselves that this isn't our Harry, this is an impostor." Lily nodded her head slowly, hugging James with all her might.

The two were once again lost in their mutual grief for their lost son. "He's really dead, isn't he James?"

"Yes."

And they held each other tighter. They were interrupted by a quiet voice.

"Who's dead, Daddy?"

Lily and James whipped around to face their two youngest children. Rosemary and Devora were holding each others hands tightly, Vora hiding behind her sister while the young red head stepped forward and gave a questioning look around the room.

Devora wasn't even the slightest bit curious as to where they were. She already knew the who, what and where, mostly. The six-year-old was sure on a few points. They were in Harry's bedroom; Harry was dead; her parents were talking about Harry, and that she was the only child who knew anything about their guardian.

But it seemed that her parents knew a little more then she did. Lily got a deer-in-headlights look on her face and James grew pale. How could they explain this? Glancing at his frozen wife, James jumped into action. "Just someone we used to know when we were younger, nothing for you to worry about. Now, your mother and I are going on a trip to Hogwarts to see the Professor Dumbledore. What do you think about staying with Sirius?"

Rosemary's face glowed with pleasure, she adored Uncle Sirius as she was prone to call him from time to time. And staying over for a few days at his and Aunt Bella's house was a rare treat. But they only stayed there when something was wrong. A sense of dread began to grow at the pit of her stomach. What was wrong?

Looking over to where her little sister stood after stepping out from behind her, Rosie noticed that the little girl had a troubled look on her face and also a knowing look. She would have to ask Devora about it later. "That would be wonderful Daddy! When can we go?" She asked her on-edge father, who obviously missed the fakeness in her voice that Devora picked up on immediately.

Raising an eyebrow at her older sister she nodded along. "Yes, Daddy, when can we go? I want to see Aunt Bella." James gave a sigh of relief at Devora's innocently optimistic voice. If Devora didn't know something was wrong then none of the others would.

"Why don't you two go pack your bags with a couple of days clothing and then you two can Floo over to the Mad House." Both girls nodded and scampered downstairs to go pack for a visit to the Mad House. Both adults watched them go, Lily chuckling slightly at the ongoing joke. "I still don't get why Padfoot named his house that." She asked her husband as she stood up, bracing herself against the wall to steady herself. James turned and laid a kiss on his wife's forehead. "Because Padfoot is insane, that's why."

Lily smiled and rested her head against James' chest. "I see, that explains everything." Lily quipped. "It always does." Came the reply, slightly muffled because James had buried his face in Lily's hair. Sighing, James unwrapped his arms from around his wife. "I should go write a letter explaining this to Padfoot. Why don't you go pack some of our things for our stay at Hogwarts? How does that sound?" Concern and worry had made their way back into James' voice.

Lily smiled up at her husband. "That sounds wonderful. You and I will get to the bottom of this. I promise you that." Resolve and determination were clear in the woman's voice as she straightened her clothes for the second time and exited the room, leaving James to write a note to Sirius explaining to him that Voldemort was yet again after them, this time in a much crueler way.

James left the room and walked down the stairs, going to his desk and sitting down to write a letter. After scrawling a quick note James went to the fireplace and lit a fire. Screeches coming from their bedroom alerted James that he needed to intercept. Climbing the stairs he could hear sobs coming from the direction of the girls bedroom.

Inside the bedroom that Rosie and Devora shared, things were somber. Both girl were holding in tears. They knew what this visit meant. Voldemort was after them again. And this time he had sent someone to Hogwarts. Their parents hadn't said anything but they knew. They would only go to Hogwarts if they were in danger.

Both parents were masking their worry quite well, but the girls still knew the look of pain of their parents faces. It meant danger. They packed in silence, but soon the excitement that accompanied a visit to Sirius overran their worry.

Devora was the first to make a move by throwing a balled-up pair of socks at Rosie's head. Letting out an indignant screech she retaliated by throwing a slipper at the giggling sister. Soon an all out war had broken out and they were throwing any article of clothing they could get their hands on, which of course meant unpacking all the clothes they had just packed.

Rosie had just thrown a pillow at Devora when Lily entered the room. Giving a startled laugh she broke into helpless tears. Both girls stopped laughing and ran to their mothers side. Trying to calm the hysterical mother was harder then usual. She just kept repeating the same words. "He's back. Why does he have to come after us? Oh god, he's back!"

James ran into the room and immediately went to Lily's side. Oh sweet heart, it's okay. Rosie, Devora." He turned to address his daughters. "Go to the fireplace and Floo over to Padfoot's. Tell him to come and get your stuff later. And give him this letter."

He handed the letter to Rosie, who accepted t with trembling hands. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." The girls nodded and ran down the stairs, where two shouts of "That Mad House" could be heard.

"Lil, baby, what happened?" James asked as he rubbed her back. She lifted her tear stained face to meet his eyes. "Oh James, I didn't mean to break down, but they were having so much fun and it hit me that Voldemort could take that away from me, from them, from Maria and Peter. Just like he took it away from Harry. And now he's someone who looks like Harry after us. I just don't get why he hates us so much."

"Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry." James said, regret filling his voice as he took her in his arms, rubbing her back. James had a feeling he would be doing this a lot in the days to come. Lily wasn't going to get over this quickly. She had taken Harry's death hard and had never really recovered.

James was worried that Lily would never get over it and that would be tragic because they had six other children to look after and Lily would never enjoy watching them grow up, or at least grow the rest of the way. Talia and Alex were getting close to going off on their own, and that scared him. He didn't want to lose any of his children. Glancing at the clock he realized it was almost two in the afternoon.

Lily had stopped crying but she was still huddled in James' arms. Kissing the top of her head lightly, James stood up and held a hand out to help Lily up. She took it and stood up straight, hugging James tightly before taking his hand and walking out of the door towards their bedroom.

Ten minutes later they stood outside in their front yard. Their luggage packed and shrunk, placed safely in their pockets. "You ready?" James asked Lily who was holding his hand with a death grip. She nodded her head shakily.

"I think so, I'm just scared about seeing what Harry would have looked like grown up. It's going to bring back old pain." James nodded, understanding what this meant to Lily. She was going to face the one person she had always feared.

She was afraid that Harry would blame her for his death, even if this wasn't the real Harry. It was going to be difficult. Giving her hand a squeeze and sending a smile towards her, they Apperated to Hogsmead.

Standing in the middle of the busy street they made their way over to Honey Dukes. Creeping to the back of the shop they snuck into the passage way and started walking into Hogwarts. "You know, all your trouble-making was good for something, wasn't it?" James smiled at her, knowing that she really meant it.

"Yeah, I guess it did." Lily returned James' smile and they continued down the passage way only stopping to light their wands. When they got into the halls of Hogwarts they started to make their way towards the hospital wing. They were going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing they did.

They were going to make the Death Eater pay for pretending to be Harry. From what James knew about Hogwarts he estimated they were about half way to the Infirmary. He was a little afraid as to what Lily would do when they got there, but he had faith that Dumbledore wouldn't let her hurt the boy, even if he was a Death Eater.

Lily was radiating anger. She had obviously gotten over her pain in the face of seeing the person who was doing this to her. Just as they were walking up the corridor that led to the Hospital wing, they were interrupted by Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore looked grim, but the usual twinkle was visible, subdued enough for Lily not to get angry about Dumbledore not taking this seriously.

He nodded at McGonagall and she smiled at them before turning and walking into the hospital wing. Lily was almost in a rage, only self-restraint stopped her from yelling at Dumbledore, demanding to know why she was going in there. But James' hand in hers stopped her, reminding her to listen to Dumbledore. "Lily. James. It's wonderful to see you. I just wish it was under different circumstances."

"As do we." James replied. Dumbledore smiled at them and continued. "I would like to speak to you in my office before you go in there, if that's possible." James nodded. "I'm sure that would be okay, Lily shall we go to Dulmble-"

Lily interrupted him fore he could finish. "No. I'm going in there now. I don't care what you say, I'm going in there to talk to the little Death Eater and find out why he's doing this. You can go to Dumbledore's office, but I'm going in there."

She said, pointing to the doors to the infirmary. Pushing past the two men and walking quickly to the door, she was about to push it open when Dumbledore interrupted her. "You might want to know that he's still asleep and you can't wake him up because Poppy says it might be damaging. Your children are already in there. Please, try to be restrained."

Lily didn't even turn around, she just continued, pushing the door open with more force then was necessary and let it slam shut behind her. Dumbledore sighed. "Well James, shall we go to my office?" James nodded and followed Dumbledore down the hall to his office.

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The Black House

First Floor Kitchen, October 12, 1995

Sirius Black was siting at the kitchen table when the fire flared green and two bodies came tumbling out. With a small yelp of alarm Sirius jumped up and pointed his wand at the mass of bodies that lay on his kitchen floor.

One of the bodies untangled herself and faced Sirius. He let out a sigh and placed his wand on the table. "Don't do that Rosie, you gave me a heart attack. What are you to doing here?"

He turned and addressed the little girl that had stood up shakily, trying to steady herself. She had never been one for floo powder. Rosie's solemn face and Devora's tear-stained cheeks met his. Sirius' smile faded as he looked on the somber little girls. "What's the matter, Rosie? Are Lily and Prongs okay? What about the rest of your family? Are they okay?" Rosie shook her head, sending her curls flying.

Big blue-green eyes met dancing black ones. "Mum and Dad went to Hogwarts. They got a l-letter from Professor Dumbledore. Mum said that You-Know-Who is a-after us again!" Her voice hitched and Rosemary flung herself at the stunned Sirius, sobbing into his shirt and he rubbed her back, trying to soothe the frightened little girl.

His eyes traveled over to Devora who had seated herself at the table and was just staring into space, lost in her own little world. This worried Sirius to no end, whenever something truly horrible happened, Devora would disappear, leaving her body, going somewhere safe she had once told him.

If she had left then this was bad. The only other time he had seen her like this was when Kally had been kidnapped and found by Devora a few days later, horribly disfigured and quite dead. It had taken weeks for the little girl to even say one word.

That had been nine months ago, and she was just now getting back to normal. It scared Sirius to think that this little girl, who got upset if you killed a fly had to grow up in a world dominated by fear and death.

His one wish was that Voldemort could be defeated and that they could finally live in peace. But he knew that that was too much to hope for. He looked again at the two frightened girls. Smiling kindly at them, he kissed Rosie on the top of her head and lifted her up into his arms.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be fine. You know your parents, they know what they're doing." Rosie nodded and hugged him around his neck, causing Sirius to choke slightly. Blushing she slid down and seated herself at the table beside Devora.

Taking the younger girl's hand, she sent a smile towards Sirius. "I'll make some tea, how does that sound?" He asked the trembling girls. Rosie nodded and nudged her sister a little and the dark-haired girl nodded her assent before going back to staring into space. He gathered all the things he would need to make a pot of tea and started to boil the water before sitting down beside Rosie. "So, do you have any stuff with you or do we need to go to your house to get some?" He asked them kindly.

Rosemary got a look of repentance on her face before fishing into her pockets and coming out with a letter with Sirius' name on it. "Dad gave me this to give to you but I forgot about it. Sorry." Sirius smiled again at the girls, they were really scared, usually you had to pay Rosemary to admit she was wrong. Opening the letter he began to read.

Dear Padfoot,

Dumbledore sent us a letter this afternoon letting

us know that Voldemort is after us yet again.

I don't know the why or the how but I do know that he sent

a Harry look-a-like to Hogwarts.

Sirius did a double take at those words. 'Harry as in Harry Potter, the dead son of my best friend, that Harry?' Shaking the initial shock, he continued to read.

I don't know why he's there but I'm sure it's no good.

Lily is really shook up about this, so we're going to

visit Hogwarts to try and straighten this out.

The fact that you got this letter means that Rosie and Devora are

over there, but I'll still ask you. Do you mind if they stay over at

your house while we're at Hogwarts. Thank you, Sirius,

this means a lot to us. I just hope that seeing a Harry-look-a-like

doesn't affect Li' too much. I'll talk to you later. Thanks again.

Prongs

Sirius was angry, no he was more then angry. How dare Voldemort go after Lily and James like that. It was cruel, but that was how Voldemort worked. Sirius' only hope was that this didn't affect Lily. She had always been sensitive about Harry.

Her first child. Lily had blamed herself for years after his death, thinking that if she had been there then Harry would have lived. James had had trouble keeping up with everything that had been going on back then. It had been a nightmare.

Then Alex was born and Lily had a little boy again. But she hadn't been able to cope. She had cried for days after he had come home from hospital. This was all Voldemort's fault and now he was dragging this all up again. Sirius was going to make the bastard pay.

Closing his eyes so that the girls wouldn't see the rage that was reflected in them, he took a few deep breaths, hoping to quell his rage. The kettle whistled and he stood up, hoping that his anger wasn't too obvious. Putting the tea on to steep, he sat back down, taking Rosemary's other hand. "So, do you want to talk about it?" He asked kindly. Devora looked up, seemingly out of her trance.

"Why do Mum and Dad think that Harry is after us?"

Sirius looked at them sharply, "When did your parents tell you about Harry?." He was worried now, Lily had said she would never tell them about Harry. "Ummm...." They were both lost for words. Sirius sighed, "Well, how do you know about him?" Rosie and Devora exchanged looks, finally deciding who would speak. "Because we've met him." Sirius looked at Devora's innocent face and promptly fainted dead away.

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Harry Potter was sitting by the lake... Or more accurately, the spirit of Harry Potter was floating beside the lake. He was worried. The Harry from the other world was here. He had felt the tug when the boy tumbled into this reality.

The tug that had told him to go and merge with the other Harry's spirit. To exist in a body again, to be able to hug his siblings. The tug had been almost undeniable, but Harry knew that if he joined the other Harry, he would never get out. And then who would look after Talia, who was always getting into trouble and would have died a hundred times if it hadn't been for him.

Alex, who was always so close to turning dark, never quite sure whether he's meant for good or evil. Peter and Maria. The most sensitive of them all. Maria, who always wanted to help, putting herself in danger everyday.

And Peter, the only person other than himself that Maria would listen to. The little boy who didn't know why he felt like his world crumbled every time Talia was called the oldest. Rosemary. The little girl who's temper and outgoing nature had put her on Voldemort's target list for some reason other than she was a Potter. Her energy showed she would be a great asset to either side.

And Little Devora, the only one who really knew he was here. His little Angel, the only one who didn't give him heart attacks on a regular basis. Once Voldemort knew about her, Harry knew she was dead. Devora held the same power, if not in a somewhat lesser degree then he himself had held.

And once Tom Riddle knew about her then he would stop at nothing to destroy her, like Harry before. Harry looked up at the bright blue sky, his eyes shining with unshed tears, all the emotions that he held, his unfulfilled dreams going into those tears.

Quietly he pleaded with the heavens, trying to make a bargain, hoping above all hope that they would listen and leave his family alone just for a little while. "Please, keep them safe. Don't take them away."

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"...safe. Don't take them away."

The whispered plead reached the ears of Alex. He knew that voice. It was the guardian. "Harry! Are you here? I hear you! Where are you? Why can't we see you? Show yourself! PLEASE!!!"

Alex screamed. His loud yells seemed to bounce off invisible walls, echoing into nothingness. He collapsed onto the shores of the lake, sobbing, shaking uncontrollably.

His world wasn't safe. He felt so used, so scared. The only person he trusted was Harry. And he wasn't answering. Talia was in the hospital wing yet again.

Yet another Quidditch injury caused by the Slytherins. Alex had always wondered what would have happened if he had been sorted into Slytherin. The sorting hat had so wanted to put him there, but Alex had refused. Begging, pleading with it to let him into Gryffindor. Finally relenting because it could sense that he would be turned out, it had said something about that without him there that he would never survive at home.

It was odd, so many magical things and people always made reference to a him. As if someone was missing. Someone had been taken away and they had left a gigantic hole in everyone's lives, especially his Mum and Dad's. Slowly Alex's sobs quieted but he still shook. Drawing his legs up to his chest in what was known in his house as the 'Defensive stance'.

Rocking back and forth while he was curled into a ball he slowly began to chant under his breath. "I will survive. I am strong. I am good. I will not turn. I will survive." Alex had learned early on in his Hogwarts career that he was only safe when he was by himself. But that was also the time he was most vulnerable to the temptation of evil.

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Harry sat bolt upright, his eyes were unfocused, like he wasn't even awake. He stared straight ahead, unseeing and distant. As if no one else could see what he was seeing. Maria pulled free from her brother's embrace and hopped off the bed, walking over to Harry.

She looked into his eyes and saw terror that she wouldn't even wish on her enemy, not even Voldemort. His eyes were filled with pain that no one should know, yet so many did.

He wasn't screaming, but whimpering in pain, tears slowly started to roll down his cheeks. Maria, Talia and Peter all jumped from the bed they were seated on and surrounded his bed, Maria held his hand, trying to speak.

"Harry! Oh, Harry, what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked the last question to Peter who was rubbing her back and staring at Harry, fear filling his eyes. His brother, the one who held all the answers was sitting in that bed, in pain, suffering and no one except Maria and Talia seemed to care, they were missing something and he was going to find out what.

Talia watched and Peter's fear filled eyes quickly changed into stubborn blue orbs that told he was on a mission and he wasn't going to stop till he had answers. Talia smiled slightly, then frowned, where was Madam Pomfrey and why wasn't she here? The red haired girl looked around the room, searching for the nurse, but she was nowhere to be seen. Disentangling herself from her younger siblings she went in search of the matron.

Eliminating the hospital wing, she went to her office, where she found the older woman sitting at her desk, reading silently from an old, thick book that looked like it had rarely been looked at. The pages were yellowed and dust rose from the pages as she turned to the next page.

Talia cleared her throat. "Madam Pomfrey, I think something is wrong with Harry. I'm not sure if he's awake, but I sure can tell he's in pain." The nurse lifted her head, anger hidden under the doors that covered her emotions.

She stood, thanking Talia and she walked slowly out into the main room. Talia followed at a slightly quicker pace.

By the time Talia made it over to Harry's bed, the nurse was waving her wand over Harry and muttering charms. With a bright flash of light Harry let out a scream and fell backwards onto his pillow, electing a sob from Maria and a glare from Peter.

Talia silently prayed that Harry would be okay and walked the rest of the way to her brother and sister. Peter was mad, what had the old woman done? Had she hurt Harry? Peter was beginning to trust the adults less with each passing minute.

They were hiding something from them and it was big. Talia's voice brought him back to the present. "What did you do Madam Pomfrey? Is he okay?" Worry was clear in her sweet voice. The nurse glared, "I just did a simple charm to stop the nightmare he was having. He'll be okay. Now I must go back to my office, let me know if anything changes." And she turned on her heel and walked back into her office, closing the door behind her.

Maria turned and looked at Peter and Talia. "We're going to find out what their hiding, but we'll need help." They all nodded in agreement.

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Harry's Dream

The fortress of Lord Voldemort.

Harry was in a horrible place. There was no light so he couldn't see, but he felt other peoples presence's. The room smelled musty and old with a hint of coppery blood. Harry's spine stiffened, 'Blood?' The thought ran unbidden through his mind.

Harry put his hands out in front of him, trying to find a door or window, something to tell him he wasn't in total oblivion. Panic was rising inside of him as he frantically searched for someone, something that would tell him where he was, if he was even in a place that had substance.

Harry had tried to feel the floor to see if there was anything on it, but had found nothing but hard cold stone. He moved slowly forward on his hands and knees, reaching out in front of himself , trying to feel something other then the cold, slimy floor.

He felt as if he had been searching for hours when he finally found a wall. Harry stood up, pressed against the wall and slid along it, desperate to get out of the pitch blackness.

After a minute or two of sliding, he bumped into what felt like another person. He brought his hand up and touched the person, trying to determine if this was real or some part of his imagination. His hand connected to an arm. "Hello?" Harry asked timidly, this place was terrifying and he felt unprotected and unsafe.

He felt up the arm and made his way up to the face but as he got to the shoulder, his hand became sticky with some unknown substance. It felt almost like blood. Harry felt the face, trying to find out who it was.

If it was even a person and if they were dead. Harry knew he was in denial, no one was chained to a wall covered in blood and that cold and silent unless they were dead. But Harry wouldn't let himself think about it. Harry walked further along the wall.

A little ways along he bumped into some sort of table. He put his hands out and connected with a face, a face that was covered in blood and almost seemed to be missing parts. Harry was terrified. Something was horribly wrong.

Suddenly the room was illuminated and he got his first look at the place. Looking around Harry let out a scream. The room looked like some medieval torture chamber and bringing his hands to be inspected they were covered in dark red blood.

Looking around the room he identified the people. The girl on the table was Maria, dead and unmoving, covered in blood. Hermione was on the wall, Ron was in the corner slumped against the wall.

There were a few other people he didn't recognize, but the person sitting on a silver throne he recognized all too well. Voldemort. Harry glared at the man with the red glowing eyes.

"What have you done?" Harry screamed at him.

But the wizard only smiled and said in a calm, cold voice, "Welcome back, Potter."

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hospital Wing, October 12, 1995

Lily stood by Harry's bed. She wanted this boy to wake up so they could find out why he was doing this to them. It wasn't fair, why wouldn't Madam Pomfrey wake him up.

Who cares if it's damaging, she wanted to talk to the little bugger. Lily could hear Maria, Peter and Talia all standing behind her, huddled in a little group, whispering amongst themselves.

Harry's eye's began to flutter, he started to stir. He stretched and his eyes opened, revealing two emerald orbs that looked exactly like Lily's own. He blinked, confusion clouding his emerald eyes. He opened his mouth like he was about to speak.

Lily heard the kids run to Madam Pomfrey's office, but she didn't care, she wanted answers and she wanted them now. But she was willing to wait to see what the little Death Eater was going to say. He closed his mouth then opened it again.

His voice rang through the still Hospital Wing.

"Mum?"