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A Reality to Live	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13165 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could say otherwise I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly I don't make anything from writing this either.

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"Normal speach"

'Thoughts'

{Speaking Parseltongue}

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Chapter 3

As Harry stared at the man that had become the most evil wizard in his reality, and was likely responsible for him being here, he didn't hear anything the others were saying. His thoughts were only on getting away from Voldemort and the fact he was wandless right now. At the moment the fact the man wasn't some snakey manlike monster and so might not be any threat to him didn't even cross Harry's mind. Before he could do more than let out a frightened gasp and surprise everyone by throwing the green blanket off his lap though, a sudden pain flared in his scar, and Harry cried out as he grabbed his head with his good arm.

In the doorway, a shocked Tom also clutched his head as he felt pain lash through his skull as well.

"Harry! What's wrong!?" Eleanor exclaimed as she jumped to his feet, looking first at the black haired boy, then to Tom as he clutched at his head as well. She reached out to take a hold of Harry, but didn't know what was wrong so let her hand fall back to her side.

Moving farther into the room, Healer Kalderdash waved his wand to cast a diagnostic charm on Harry. A moment later he cast the same on Tom, frowning. Nothing that really made sense showed up. All he got from the charm was they were in pain. Nothing really to indicate just why.

Harry looked over at Eleanor for a moment, but didn't respond. The pain in his head was making him feel sick. It was starting to fade thankfully though. Tom's pain, which hadn't been as bad as Harry's, faded faster. Pushing away from the door frame he'd ended up leaning against, he locked his dark eyes on Harry.

"I'd like to know what just happened too." He said. His voice was calm, but held a dangerous hint too it.

The others looked at Tom, and the healer opened his mouth to say something, but harry bet him too it.

"Whats wrong!?" Harry yelled. "It's him. Voldemort!" He hissed accusingly, looking around at them all. He didn't get why they were talking to him as if he was any other wizard. He didn't look all snake-manish, but that didn't matter. All Harry could think of was blood red eyes, and the graveyard. "That's what's wrong. He's a murderer! He's… he's the one…. I thought you said I was safe here." That was directed at the healer. Who looked more than a little alarmed at his outburst. Remembering how upset Harry had been before about this… Voldemort, the healer looked over at Tom Slytherin-Black. Tom seemed totally confused at what Harry was saying.

"Harry!" William called to him, trying to get the boy to focus on him. When Harry looked over at him again he said. "Remember where you are. That's not Voldemort. He's Lord Tom Black, Heir of Slytherin."William used Tom's lesser used full name and title in hopes to make Harry really understand even if he'd been Voldemort where he was from, that Tom wasn't here.

Breathing heavily Harry shook his head where he sat, tense and ready to bolt from his bed. Part of him did get what William was trying to tell him, but was too worked up to really listen. What Voldemort had done to him in the graveyard was still to recent an experience.

Healer Kalderdash was projecting like he'd done yesterday, but it wasn't working to well. So he decided a calming potion was called for. He went over to a wood cabinet, painted a light green, on the wall next to a door that led to a small bathroom. It opened to his magical signature. From inside he took out a Calming Draught. Bring the small vial to harry he held it out to the boy. "Drink this so you'll calm down."

Harry just shook his head. He didn't much want to take whatever it was right now. He didn't feel that trusting of the healer anymore.

William took the vial and uncorked it. "Harry, have we done anything to you?" William asked. "It's just a Calming Draught."

Looking at the older man, Harry slowly reached for the potion. Once he had it he looked down at the small vial in his hand, still hesitating a moment, but did drink the pale potion. Its effects were fast acting. Harry visibly relaxed where he sat. He still eyed Tom a bit though. Now that he under the influence of the potion, he didn't feel overwhelmed by what had happened. But that didn't mean he wasn't a little wary. The potion just helped him say calm and more level headed. To think.

Glad they hadn't had to force the boy to drink it, William let out a relieved sigh, and then looked over at the healer. "Can I talk to Harry alone?" He requested. "This has to do with what the Unspeakable was here about."

Healer Kalderdash looked at Harry for a moment, before nodding. He was curious of course, but he knew something's were better left unknown. Eleanor got up as well and went with him. She knew about where Harry was from, her husband had told her what he'd learned about the boy, but she decided to leave for now as well.

Tom though remained. When William looked over at him he said, "Something happened to me when I entered this room. I'm not leaving till I get a few answers."

William closed his eyes a moment and sighed, but didn't say anything. Making the Lord Slytherin-Black leave could be difficult. And right now he had other things more important to worry about. Instead he spoke to Harry. "You understand Tom isn't Voldemort right?" He asked.

Harry nodded slowly. He did understand the handsome man wasn't necessarily the same as the Tom from his world. He obviously hadn't fallen so deeply into dark magic as to make himself into a snakish monster, and it even seemed Tom had a change of name as well. In the back of his mind Harry wondered a little about that. Still it wasn't as easy as just knowing the man wasn't the same here.

"Who's Voldemort? Why do you think I am him?" Tom asked from where he stood by the closed door.

Looking over at the handsome dark haired man Harry considered what to say. He had to tell them something, but what did he want Tom to know? He could lie, but he worried about doing that. He wasn't sure he could come up with something believable on the spot. And he'd heard it be said Voldemort know when he was lied too. What if Tom did too? So even though he didn't like it, Harry decided to be truthful, but still try to be a bit vague.

"He's... the murderer you became where I came from. He killed countless people in his quest to take over Wizarding Britain. He killed my family and had tried to kill me a couple times too." Harry told him.

Tom looked at William to see if he was telling the truth, but the wizard just nodded. Looking back the boy Tom studied Harry. It wasn't hard for him to get what Harry he somewhat told him. That he was from a different time or maybe reality. One that he apparently took after the Dark Lord Grindelwald. It was his that Harry had said that Voldemort was trying to take over Wizarding Britain that was the real give away though. He was sure he'd know if there was a mass murderer trying to take over at the moment.

"I assure you, I don't go around killing people and trying to take over." Tom said in a voice he hoped was reassuring. "I'm a teacher. I'll admit I get tired of idiotic things teenagers do, but I have yet to massacre a class."

He was a teacher? Harry stared at Tom, finding that hard to believe, even with the potion. Looking over at William he gave him a questioning look.

"He teaches the upper year Defense against the Dark class at Hogwarts." The older man confirmed.

Harry slowly nodded, but it would take a while to wrap his head around Tom as a teacher…

"Do you know what happened when I came in the room?" Tom asked in his calm tone. Looking back at him Harry shook his head as he answered the question.

"Not really. I think it had to do with my scar though." He said reaching up to rub it lightly.

"Your scar?" Tom left the doorway and slowly came closer. When nothing happened he lead to down to look closer at it. Harry shifted uncomfortably where he sat, but let Tom look at it a moment. He was glad when the man backed off though. "How did you get it?" Tom asked. He could feel some magic in it, but wasn't sure why.

"It's where Voldemort cast the Killing curse at me when I was one years old." Harry said simply. Everyone in his reality knew that so it wasn't a big deal for him tell them. Tom and Williams eyes widened.

"You're saying you survived the killing curse? Avada Kedavra?" Tom asked incredulously.

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I've always been told it's because my mother died for me." He told them. What he learned at the graveyard seemed to have confirmed that as well.

The two older wizards nodded thoughtfully. "Yes… If the right preparations where done before had that might be possible." Tom said quietly, and then gazed at Harry for a moment. "That doesn't explain the reaction when I came in though."

Harry just shrugged. He didn't know anything more to tell the man. "I don't know why it happened either. It just always has hurt whenever Voldemorts spirit… or whatever he became was nearby."

"What do you mean by that?" William asked. Harry looked over at him as he considered what to say again. In the end though he didn't think there was any harm in telling them what he knew.

"The curse rebounded and hit Voldemort. He became some kind of disembodied spirit." Harry said.

"And you encountered him like that?" William questioned.

Harry nodded, "Yeah… He possessed a teacher in my first year while he tried to steal the philosopher's stone." He said thinking back on his first years of school. He thought of his second year too but decided not to mention the diary or the chamber with its basilisk. His story was already hard to believe. And wasn't sure he wanted to tell this realities Tom about the cursed diary. Didn't need him getting ideas..

Tom was a bit disgusted by what he was hearing. To him it sounded like not only had his 'counterpart' been felled by old magic's (something any competent pure-blood would know the signs of here), he had then become desperate if he'd had to resort to possession and theft to heal himself. Tom also wondered if Voldemort had been dabbling in Necromancy. It would be the best way to explain how he, himself, hadn't died when the killing curse hit him after rebounding from the baby.

Gazing at Harry a lot of things he wanted to ask came to mind, but he decided later might be a better time. What caused the pain was more important right now.

"We should have Healer Kalderdash run some tests on your scar." Tom said. He'd like to do them himself, but though he had the talent he wasn't a healer and knew it would be better to leave this to someone how was trained as one.

Harry nodded so Tom went to fetch him back.

…

Much later in the day, and a great many tests later they still didn't know anything new about Harry's lightning shaped scar or why both he and Tom had felt the pain. It hadn't happened again either, for which Harry was grateful. Back his own reality he thought it would have been hurting none stop if his realities Tom, better known as Voldemort had been in the room with him.

Harry did want to know about his scar, but was getting tired of have spell after spell cast on or around him. The potion he'd been give had worn off a couple hours ago, and so was getting a bit irritable. They should also feel lucky he'd not freaked out about Tom again. He was by no means comfortable with him being there and watching.

"Is this the last spell you're going to try?" Harry asked once the healer's wand stilled and the yellow glow around Harry had faded.

The short man picked up an orange piece of paper the spell had created, then nodded. "For tonight, yes. I can't think of anything else I can do right away that will be of use." The healer said as he read the paper. He went silent for a few moments before making a 'huh' sound.

"What is it?" Tom asked from where he'd been leaning against the wall. As much as Harry would have liked it he hadn't left yet, like the Potters had. Being head of an old House William had a lot to do. They had promised to come back to see him often though.

"I'm not sure exactly." The healer said slowly. "The spell I cast isn't actually a healing spell. It's a charm used to make sure spells are working together correctly after enchanting something. We use it on occasion when someone comes in with bad reaction to mixed spells. Mostly with the charms women try to keep them looking young and attractive."

Harry snorted where he sat on his bed at that. He could easily imagine what those women might have done. He'd seen some of the stupid things his year mates had done in school. One pore girl had made her eyelashes become like three feet long.

"The spell doesn't tell me much about the magic in Harry's scar, but it does show that it's mixed with his own magic a bit." Healer Kalderdash told them.

"It's mixed with my own magic? How exactly? What's it doing?" Harry wanted to know.

"I can't tell. This just lets me know the magic has blended some." The healer said. "It seems to have remained as it is for years now, so I don't know if you need to worry about it blending even more."

Harry nodded, unsurprised. After all they'd hardly learn anything about the magic in his scar this whole time. All they did know was it was dark magic. Healer Kalderdash said it didn't show any signs of taint like some dark magic could, and had decided the dark feel to the magic came for the fact he thought it was permanent.

Harry hadn't liked hearing that, but had learned to accept the cursed scar already so it wasn't a huge let down.

Turning to Tom the healer said, "I know you have a busy schedule, so I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you any answers as to what happened."

"It's a Sunday, so it's all right. All I'm missing is some grading." Tom said dismissively.

"Still you never got to do what you'd come here for." Healer Kalderdash said as he shook his head.

Between freaking out when Harry had seen Tom and trying to figure out why they'd both felt like their skulls were splitting for a couple minutes, Harry had totally forgot the healer had said Tom had come to look at the runes Voldemort had carved into his chest. Harry didn't really remember it happening, but had felt the mostly healed scars. They were a little magical too, or that's what Harry had been told by the healer.

Glancing at Harry's chest Tom said, "I should be able to come back next weeken. I can look at the runes and maybe try figuring out more about the scar." He planned to do some research on his own and hoped to come up with something they that would tell them more. "I'll send you an owl later to decide a time."

Tom was telling when what would happen, and Harry sent him a look. He'd done it a couple times during the exam as well. If Tom noticed his look though, he ignored it.

"That sounds fine with me." The healer said nodding, "But I'm not positive Harry will still be here next weekend. He's healing well and as long as nothing changes he'll be able to leave around Thursday." Looking at Harry he said, "I believe the Potters have talk to you about what you'll do after you leave the hospital?"

"We did talk about it some." Harry nodded.

"Good. We won't kick you out once it's safe for you to leave, but be thinking about it." The healer told Harry.

Harry nodded. He was glad to hear that. He wouldn't have like to be forced to make a decision immediately. He didn't think he'd need to long considering it though. It wasn't like he had a lot of options here.

"I keep that in mind." Tom said as he left the room. The healer followed him out. Once they were gone Harry laid back in his bed. He hadn't done much other then sit here, answering questions now and then, but despite it only being a little after four in the afternoon Harry was tired.

He tried to think about what he'd learned the past couple days, but his eyes didn't want to stay open. So after a little while he gave up and just went to sleep.

…

The next day not much happened, other than the Potters stopping by to visit for a couple hours during the afternoon. So far Monday was looking like it would be much the same. That had left Harry with far too much time to think after he'd gotten bored of the law books he'd been give to read. A great deal of his thoughts had to do with his scare and Tom. He honestly wasn't sure what to think about him. Harry didn't trust him in the least, but so far had to reluctantly admit he wasn't going to be evil incarnate just because his counterpart in Harry's reality was evil.

When his mind wasn't wrapped around that, or trying to puzzle out the change in his name, Harry was either thinking about what he should do in this reality or trying not to think about his last moments in his own.

Every time his thoughts turned to what had happened to him, Harry felt a stab of guilt and pain. It was entirely his fault that Cedric had been there with him in the graveyard, and thus been murdered before his eyes. He felt he should never have asked him to touch the cup at the same time… If he'd not wanted to be fair and noble then the older boy would still have been alive.

Snape's death was also weighing heavily on his mind. He didn't exactly feel he caused it, but did feel if not for him, he too wouldn't have died. How many times had Snape tired to save him? Thinking about it he could only shake his head at his belief the man would have been happy to see him die. He'd dearly love to know who it had been that Snape had promised to keep him safe too. Dumbledore seemed like the obvious answer, but Harry still wondered. Something about the memory left him questioning.

Of course Harry could just be remembering the details wrong… Other than that moment Harry's memories of the later part of the night were mostly missing or what he had was fuzzy at best. Something Harry was grateful for. He didn't want to remember it all…

A knock on his door drew harry out of his depressing thought of death and the graveyard, and Harry looked towards his door with interest. Eleanor had already come to see him today. William had been too busy today so hadn't been able to show up. As Harry called for whoever it was to come in, he wondered if maybe he'd managed to free some of this time after all. They were the only ones, save for the healers and nurses he really saw.

When the door opened though, it wasn't the either of the Potters or his healer. Instead it was two very well dressed dark haired aristocratic looking wizards.

One looked to be about William's age (late 50's or so), while the other looked to be in his thirties, and was probably his son. They both had shoulder length wavy dark hair, thought the younger's was a dark brown and not black like the old man's was. The younger also had a well trimmed circle beard, while the other was clean shaven. They both wore darkly colored fancy looking robes with some embroidery. The designs were different. The older man's looked tighter with it high collar and seemed to be type that didn't have pants as part of the layers. The Younger mans did and seemed a little less stuffy over all.

Though Harry hadn't met either of them before, they looked familiar to him. The younger of the two especially. It took him a moment to realize why. He looked a lot like Sirius did. From the photos Harry had of him when he was younger with his parents. The hair and even the man's looks where similar.

"I'm Arcturus Black, and this is my son Orion Black." Arcturus intruded to Harry as they entered the room, closing the door behind them. Harry nodded at each in turn, his suspicion confirmed. "I apologize for coming unannounced, Harry. But there are a few things I really need to discuss with you."

"Eh, alright." Harry nodded. He wondered what the Blacks had to talk to him about. It seemed like for one reason or other everyone needed to talk to him, or see him for some reason. "What do you need to talk to me about?"

"First off can you confirm to me your name?" Arcturus asked.

Harry blinked and nodded. He still found it weird people keep asking him that. And he couldn't help but wonder why he asked? He Obviously know already. He'd just used his first name, and Harry remembered the Unspeakable had said the head of the Black family knew about him. He hadn't wondered about it before, his thoughts had been stuck on there being live Potters here, but now he did wonder how they had found out the truth.

"It's Harry James Potter." He told the older wizard. "Now you know, you can tell me what your here about? I know you know I'm not from here." He said stressing the word to get his point across.

"Yes, know that I'm sure you are the right person I'll explain why we come to see you." The older wizard said, ignoring the slight rudeness of the phrasing of the question. "In your reality, who was Sirius Black to you?"

Not having expected to be asked that Harry took moment to answer. "He was my Godfather." Harry wondered why that mattered here.

The two Blacks shared a look as if something now made more sense to them. "Did you know he adopted you as his Magical Heir?" Orion asked, speaking up for the first time.

"No…" Harry said shaking his head. If it was true then it was news to Harry. "But what would Sirius having done that in my own reality, have to do with this one?"

"A lot." Arcturus said unhappily. "Whatever spell or ritual he's performed there is still considered valid here. You're still a valid heir to the main line."

Stunned Harry just looked between the two men. Did that mean here he was considered a Black then? "What about the Potters?" He voiced his thoughts out loud. "William has asked me if I'd accept him as a Guardian."

"I know." Arcturus told him. "I've spoken about this to him before I came to see you. I've decided to disinherit you as an heir, so this shouldn't interfere with that any."

"Oh…" Was all Harry could say. He felt a little hurt that he they wanted to get him out of their family. It made him feel unwanted again. "What do I need too do?" He asked quietly. He was sure they'd have just done it and maybe never have told him about it at all if he didn't need to take part somehow.

"I just need your consent." Arcturus told him.

"Then… you have it." Harry said and looked away. Part of him wondered if he should have resisted more as Sirius must have really wanted him to inherit to have used magic powerful enough to follow him across dimension, but his desire not to be a burden to people had kicked in. He also didn't want to be part of a family that didn't want him again.

"I, Arcturus Crux Black, as head of the Black family do here by strip Harry James Potter of his status as Heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black." Arcturus said clearly. As the words were spoken the three occupants of the room could feel magic weave around them. A moment later Arcturus hissed in pain as the magic back lashed at him.

"What… what happened?" Harry asked more than a little startled, as he looked at the older man in concern. Orion had reached out to steady his swaying father.

"It would seem that the Sirius from your reality had really wanted to make use you were his one and only Heir." Arcturus told him after he'd regained his composure. Reaching into his robes he pulled out a rather old looking scroll. He unrolled it and studied it with his son for a few moments before saying. "It seems I was partially successful though. You're still considered magically adopted into the family but now you're no long in next in line to become Head of House."

As it seemed the old man was fine Harry relaxed and thought about that. "Do you want to try something else then?" He asked after a few moments when Arcturus hadn't said anything else.

The head of the Black house studied Harry for a few long moments, before he shook his head. "Anything else I could try would be… dangerous. And I've succeeded in my main goal, to clear up the problems your appearance had caused with who would become Head of House when I step down." Arcturus told him.

Harry nodded slowly. He felt a little good that Sirius's wishes for him couldn't be changed to easily. He still was concerned with becoming an unwanted member of the family though and what this would mean for Williams ability to become his Guardian. Did this automatically give his Guardian ship to Arcturus?

"Does this mean that I can't accept William offer after all?" Harry asked.

Arcturus shook his head, "You still can, it'll just be a little more paper work on Lord Potter's part now is all. At the moment, you're basically a ward of the Blacks. If you become Lord Potters ward, all responsibility for you will be given over to him, but you'll still also be a Black ward still."

Harry nodded slowly. He didn't understanding it all, but getting that he was still free to have William become his Guardian.

"If I turn him down, will I have to come live with the Blacks?" Harry asked.

Arcturus nodded. Harry couldn't tell if he was unhappy about that or not though. He studies Harry though, and after a few moments he asked. "Did Sirius teach you anything about being a Black?"

Harry should his head, "No, the only thing he'd said about his family to me, was that he couldn't get along with them." He told Harry.

"That doesn't sound that different from our Sirius." Orion said half amused, half exasperated.

"Indeed." Arcturus agreed looking over at his son. After a moment though he turned his dark eyes back on Harry. "I only had time for a short visit, but before we leave I need to make sure you understand something. As you are a member of the Black family now there will be some things expected of you. You'll need to show respect to the name, and act in a way that won't embarrass us."

Harry nodded again to show he was listening. "I should be able to do that." He told him. Unless it meant things like publicly calling himself a dark wizard he should be fine.

"Will see. " Was all Arcturus said, "If you do become Lord Potters ward then he'll teach you most of what you need to know. Even if that happens though, as being a member of the Black family there is some things you'll need to learn about our family. Once where you'll be living is sorted out, I'll have you start lessons with Orion."

Surprised harry looked over at Orion. He was going to have to learn about the black family? Just was that going to mean?

"If you think of anything else you'd like to know, feel free to have the healers send me an Owl." Arcturus told him. Harry nodded again and watched the Blacks leave his room. Now they were gone he had a lot more to think about. Harry closed his eyes and sighed. He already felt he had too much to think about.

…

Wearing a light tan shirt and a pair of darker olive green sweet pants, and his broken arm in a green sling, Harry left his room. He'd had to ask for the tee and pants as the normal clothing given to patients was a hospital robe that to Harry looked even more like a dress then most did to him. He'd worn the hospital robe while in his room, but didn't much want to wear it anywhere else. He would much rather wear a style of robe that included the pants. He supposed he had his muggle upbringing for that.

Harry was headed to the common room. It was a large room where the patients could talk to each other, and do things like play wizarding chests. Harry himself wasn't planning on mingling while he was there though. He had just wanted to get out of his room for a while now he could get up and walk around unsupervised. And think more.

It was Wednesday and Healer Kalderdash had told him he'd be free to leave tomorrow or Friday. Harry was happy about that, he didn't like being here anymore then he'd ever liked being stuck in the Hospital wing at Hogwarts. There was little to do, something he just wasn't used to. At the Dursleys he'd always had chores that took most of the day to get done, and at the school he had his classes and then homework to get done. Of course he'd not only done that, much to Hermione's displeasure. He'd spent time messing around with Ron too. But still he was busy most of the time.

Harry did expect the Potters to show up sometime, one of both had spent a little time with him each day, but was alone right now though so had nothing but his thought to occupy him. He'd spent more some time worrying about his Tom and his scar of course. It was hard not to and the Healer had come to do a couple more tests. They turned up nothing but did keep it on his mind. Right now though it wasn't he was thinking about but rather what he'd do when got out of the hospital. He'd really been thinking more on that since the Blacks had come talked to him a few days ago.

Arriving at the large room he'd been told by one of the nurses how to find, Harry stood in the doorway and looked around. The room, like everything else on this floor was green. All the furniture, the carpet and walls were all different shades that worked well with each other. Harry had asked about the color scheme before, but had just been told everything was color coded in the hospital. He wondered if that was why he'd been given a lot of green clothes too.

Inside the room there were number of comfortable looking chairs and couches in one part of the room. On the other side there were a few tables set up. On them were various games, and what Harry though might be a magical puzzle on one. It reminded him more of a model dragon though as it wasn't flat. A young boy was putting it together with pieces that looked be changing shape every so often.

Not really wanting to mingle, Harry went over to a fluffy looking armchair that sat alone by a window. He didn't think it was a real one though, as the scenery outside was showing a forest meadow. And unicorns where grazing at the edge of a small stream. Harry was sure there was no forest like the in the middle of London.

As Harry sat looking out the window, he thought about what he was going to do. Between the Potters and the Blacks, Harry felt he'd much rather go somewhere he felt he was wanted. His treatment by his Aunt and Uncle just wasn't something he could forget. He really didn't want to be somewhere again that he was only 'welcome' as they had to take care of him.

He didn't pick the Potters only for that though. He had grown to like William and Eleanor. He believed they did care for him. That they had even before they knew anything about him.

Before he told William he'd decided to accept his offer though, Harry still wanted to see what the result of the test on his parentage would be, and how it would differ from William Potter's family tree. William should be coming by today with the finished parchment so they could do it. Eleanor had mentioned the potion was almost done yesterday when she'd been here, after he'd told her about meeting the Blacks. Harry was actually looking forward to the test. While it wouldn't tell him about the people he was related too, it would at least give Harry a little more knowledge about himself. He just wished he'd know about this before coming here. He'd have loved to do it and then be able to look up the people that were listed.

Harry also wished he had his photo album with him here. Of all this belongings, it, his father's cloak, and his wand were the things he really wished still had. Thinking of family made him want to look at the few pictures he did have. He had looked at them often enough that he could picture his mother and father in his mind, but remembering the photos, and actually having them before him were two different things.

Sighing, Harry wondered what would happen to his few belongings. Did Voldemort still have his wand? Harry could easily see the madman keeping at a trophy. That made him a little depressed, to think he'd show everyone it, or even use it a lot as proof he had won. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind Harry wondered about his stuff at the school. Would Dumbledore take his things for safekeeping? Would his best friends?

Harry had tried not to think about his reality too much, but now and then he couldn't help it. He especially found he missed Hermione and Ron. He supposed it was true you never knew what you had till was gone.

"It's good to see you're up and about." Not having heard anyone approach him, Harry spun his head quickly towards the speaker. He relaxed when he saw it was Eleanor that had spoken. She stood next to him, seemingly amused she'd startled him. A little behind her William stood. He too seemed in a good mood.

Like always when Harry saw them, they were well dressed. Today Eleanor wore a long flowing lavender robe with some light embroidery rather than a dress. It had an over robe of a darker purple that was also lightly embroidered. William had on red and grey robes. The pants and longer under robe were gray while the over cloak was a dark red. He seemed to wear a lot of reds, which made harry wonder if it was his favorite color.

"I was getting tired of my room." Harry told them. He'd likely have left it even if his healer hadn't said it was ok.

"I don't blame you." Eleanor said as she waved her wand and conjured up a couple of chairs for her and her husband to sit in They were light blue and stood out among all the green. "I can't stand being cooped up for too long."

Harry grinned at her. Save for Sirius, most adults tended to think the more rest he had after ending up in the hospital wing the better.

William didn't say anything, but had a look that said she was very difficult to keep in bed. After a moment he looked over at Harry. "I've brought the parchment. Would you like to do the test here or shall we head back to your room?"

They'd have more privacy in the room, but Harry didn't want to go back there yet. "I'm fine with staying here." Harry told him.

William nodded. He waved his wand around to put up a privacy charm and then reached into one of the magically expanded pockets on the inside of his robe. He pulled out a large rolled up sheet of parchment. It was a light tan with darker patches here and there. William conjured up a table between them and rolled it out flat on it. When he did Harry saw there were a number of runes already written on it in a brown ink.

Looking away from it Harry asked, "What do I need to do?"

"Not much. All that required now is a few drops of fresh blood, here." William told him, pointing at one of the runes. From inside another pocket he pulled out a small clean knife. It had a simple steel blade. Its grip was made of some kind of pale horn. He held it out for Harry to take. Harry took the knife but looked at it feeling a bit uneasy. He didn't know much about magic that involved blood.

"What kind of magic is this? Is it Dark?" He asked.

William looked at Harry for a few long moments. From his reaction and question he wondered what he'd been taught about the different kinds of magic. "It is Dark. It's not going to harm you though." He reassured when Harry's expression became warier. "The only reason it's a Dark spell and not a Grey one is because I could just take some of you blood and do it. I wouldn't even need to tell you I'd done it."

Looking at the parchment for a moment Harry thought that over. If that was the only reason it was 'Dark' Harry wondered how many other mostly benign spells would be as well then… "What about the involvement of blood?" He asked turning his green eyes back on William.

It was Eleanor that answered that though. "Blood magic's can be dangerous, but they're hardly Dark on their own. The only danger from it comes from not understanding what you're doing and getting in over your head. All it's needed for here is to give the magic what it needs to know about your family line."

Looking back at the small knife, Harry studied the handle as he thought. What Eleanor had told him could be true about any kind of magic. Even spells taught in Hogwarts could be dangerous if used wrongly. He wanted to trust them so after a moment Harry nodded and removed his other arm form the sling for a moment to do this. He pressed the sharp blade to his left thumb . He pressed till he saw blood. Handing the blade back to William he held his hand over the parchment and let the red drops fall on the rune. After three had hit the sheet William cast Episkey, healing the small cut.

Murmuring a thanks Harry put his cast covered arm back in the sling as he watched the parchment. The drops of blood had been absorbed, as had the runes, so the sheet looked clean. It didn't remain that way for long though. As the three watched Harry's name appeared on the bottom of the paper in red. Harry wasn't sure if it was blood or ink. Flowing upward from his name others started to appear as a family tree was put together in a flowing script.

Harry looked at his father and mother, James William Potter and Lily Potter née Evans, for a moment before looking at the names of his grandparents. William Edric Potter and Eleanor Jane Potter née Wilder. After he read the names he looked up at the older couple.

"That is my wife and I's full names." William answered Harry's unspoken question. "As it shows here, I was an only child. My father was the last to not be an only child in a while." He said point at Edric and his brother Garrick. Looking at them Harry saw Garrick, the younger borther, had had a son as well, a Charlus that had married Dorea Black. They had their own son, Terence, as well. Looking at the name Harry couldn't help but wonder if they'd still been alive, and if so, why he'd never meet them.

"Harry?"

Blinking Harry looked away from the parchment. He realized William must have been telling him more, but hadn't heard. "Sorry." He muttered. "I was lost in though."

"It's alright." William told him. "I'd just said that a few names are off from what I remember, but I'd guess the people are still the same. So I believe the Potter family here and the one in your reality are the same."

"Does this mean you're my grandparents? Should I could call you grandpa and grandma?" Harry asked, looking at the chart again. Feeling a little overwhelmed. Not exactly in a bad way though. He'd just not considered this, though he really should have, especially with them telling him they're son might be his father.

"In a way I guess it does." Eleanor laughed lightly. "I'd have liked James to marry before becoming one though." She joked a little. "If you'd like to call me grandma I guess I could get used to it."

"Ummm…" Harry looked between the two. He really wasn't sure what he wanted to call them. He had just gotten used to calling them by their names too. "I think I'll just keep to what I have been doing."

William nodded. "It probably would be best to make people ask as few questions as possible anyway. People will wonder about you enough as it is. We don't need to add in how we're grandparents when James hasn't even had children of his own yet."

Harry just nodded. Fitting in here wasn't as easy as he would have liked. But it wasn't really difficult either. Mostly it would just take him time to fully adjust to being here. And once he was more settled in he could start to think about his future a bit more. He did want to try finding a way back to his reality, he felt he'd be giving up and accepting Voldemort had won there if he didn't at least try. Harry knew next to nothing about different dimensions and realities though, save that they obviously did exist. He knew it could take him years to learn what he'd need to know…

"Have you made up your mind about what you want to do?" William asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Pretty sure he knew what he was asking about, Harry nodded. "I have. I accept your offer." Harry was a bit nervous, but he believed they'd not treat him like the Dursleys had.

William and his wife smiled. "Wonderful. We had hoped you would." Eleanor told him.

Harry smiled back. It was a little weak though as this felt like a huge leap to him. William placed a hand on his shoulder. After a moment he pulled back and picked up the parchment. Rolling it up he slipped it back into one of his inner pockets. "I'll go speak with Healer Kalderdash and then get all the other paper work taken care of. While I do that maybe you and Eleanor could decide on a cover story? If you haven't already. I'd suggest keeping it simple and as true as possible."

Harry nodded. The Unspeakable had suggested the same. He had thought a little about it, but not to any great length yet. So as William left to take care of what he needed too, Harry turned back to Eleanor and the too started to discuss what they'd tell others.

In the process Eleanor learned a little more about the Dursleys.

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AN- Well here's the next chapter. I hope it's lived up to what might be expected. Or if not that its a good surprise. This chapter was a little harder to write, but I think I'm happy with it.

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