Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Harry felt as though he was floating in nothingness. That was until the pain hit every inch of his body where it felt like he had just returned from the graveyard the previous year. Gradually he began to gain more consciousness and was more aware of his surroundings. For example, he could feel two people holding his hands which he assumed had to be Ron and Hermione as well as his wand in his pocket. *How odd that Madam Pomphrey didn’t take it and put it on the nightstand like usual* was all he could think of before the thought of Sirius’s fate and the very odd dream he had completely woke him up. He must have been hit with a very strange spell.
Harry slowly opened his eyes as they strongly opposed the light. Once his eyes adjusted even without his glasses on he was able to tell that he was not in the Hospital Wing nor in Saint Mungo’s, so he suddenly was on high alert and slowly looked around in order to not draw the attention of anyone because he knew there were at least two people in the room. *Why would the death eaters give him a soft bed if they were just going to kill him later, he needed to get out of this room NOW*
When he casually looked to the right, he had the shock of a lifetime. For a moment he could not figure out how to breathe because the woman beside his bed looked like a slightly older version of the many photographs he had of his mother. But that simply was not possible he had heard her scream everyone knew she was dead. Obviously, they weren’t able to perfectly mimic her appearance though because she should have been only 21 and this woman was obviously older than that.
In one swift movement, Harry had yanked his hands out of their grips, grabbed his wand, was off the bed, and had it pointed at them. “How dare you impersonate them!!” he yelled. Well more crocked because of how dry his throat was.
James and Lily both shot up with two very shocked expressions on their faces. Lily while holding her hands out to try to explain that she meant no harm asked, “Harry, dear, do you know who we are?”
“I know who you are trying to impersonate if that’s what you mean, and it won’t work all you Death Eaters are all the same! So, you might as well kill me now honestly it would almost be a mercy to not have to deal with you all anymore.”
At that both James and Lily flinched and in the most cautious and concerned tone possible James said, “I understand that you do not believe us, is there any way we can prove to you that we are really who we say we are so that we can explain how this is all possible?”
Harry stood very still for a moment but was still throwing them skeptical looks and was trying to hold his wand steady. Realizing that his shaking legs would not hold him much longer Harry said the only logical thing he could think of, “Alright if you really are who you say you are turn into Prongs.” He remembered from his transfiguration textbook that Animagus forms could not be mimicked.
James while shocked that Harry knew that he was an Animagus when, so few did, was honestly grateful because this was a very simple way to prove what they were trying to prove. So, with a small smile and light POP James disappeared and in his place was a magnificent stag.
Once Harry realized the truth he completely dissolved into tears and staggered toward his parents who enveloped him in a hug. Harry had never been more comfortable and confused in his life. While now most definitely convinced he was dead he did know what a being hugged by his parents felt like. With that final thought, Harry faded back into the land of nothingness.