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Revelations
Chapter 2- Revelations
Harry Potter awoke from what felt like a very long nap the next morning. And, although he felt rested physically, his mind was weary. Truth be told, he had no idea how he had been able to exit the purgatory he had been kept in over the last few months.
Indeed, it was a kind of hell no one should have to experience. He knew time had passed but he hadn't been allowed to see what was happening to his family and friends. He hadn't been alone though, and this was probably the only thing that had kept him sane. Sirius had been there too, keeping him company. They had caught up on what had happened while he had been in the Veil, and Harry had the distinct pleasure of telling his Godfather that since his "˜death,' he had received a full pardon by the Ministry of Magic. He also told him about Willow, a topic that Harry never seemed to tire of speaking of, and Sirius teased him mercilessly about. The thoughts of Willow always inevitably led to thoughts of the Lor Lord that had brought him there to Purgatory in the first place.
Harry didn't have a clue what had become of Voldemort, and frankly, he didn't care.
But now, as he lay on the soft mattress of his bed in St. Mungos, he felt strangely at peace. As far as he knew, Voldemort was gone, and he was free to live his life with Willow and whatever children they chose to have. Indeed, during one of their late night conversations prior to their marriage, Willow had told him of her desfor for children. Harry had agreed with her, sensing in the fact that both of them were only children that their family would definitely consist of more than one child.
Thoughts of Willow had him smiling again. He had missed her. He wondered exactly how angry she would be with him though. After all, he had not only drugged her, but went off to fight Voldemort by himself. He cringed, thinking of the arguments to come over his rash actions.
This was the scene that Remus and Sirius, who had gained conscnessness soon after he was admitted to the wizarding hospital, walked in on.
"You okay there Harry?" Sirius said teasingly, taking a seat on the foot of the bed.
"Never better," Harry smiled at his godfather and Remus, "Just thinking of the reception I should probably expect from Willow." He grinned ruefully. "If I know her, she's furious," he furrowed his brows in question. "Remus, exactly how long was I gone?"
Remus sighed. "A little over 7 months," he paused, thinking of the brief conversation he had with a freshly napped Willow before he came to see Harry on her behalf. She had informed him that since she couldn't be there when he woke up, someone close to him should be, to tell him about James. Harry was either going to be happy about this or- what was the phrase the she had used- oh yes, FREAK OUT. Remus just hoped it was the former, rather than the latter. "Harry, there's something you should know."
Harry paled, immediately thinking the worst. "What's wrong? Is it Willow?"
Remus shook his head in reassurance, making Sirius curious as to what he had to say. "Nothing's wrong. Willow's fine. Grand really. It's just that," he sighed, not knowing how to tell Harry that he was a father. "Some recent"¦developments"¦have come to light within the last few hours since you and Sirius got back."
Sirius was rapidly getting frustrated. "Get to the point Remus," he growled in mock warning.
"After you disappeared," Remus continued at his friend's urgings, "Willow collapsed. She had been"¦channelling"¦certain magics that weren't healthy for her." He watched as Harry winced, knowing that he knew all about what he was referring to. "Madame Pomfrey checked her over and they found something rather surprising." He paused, checking to see that Harry was ready for this. "She was pregnant."
Harry's jaw dropped and he flushed. He hadn't been expecting this. "And"¦the baby? Or is Willow still"¦" His voice wavered.
Remus shook his head in answer to his latter question." Willow gave birth to a healthy baby boy this morning," Remus smiled brightly, remembering the look of elation on Willow's face as she looked upon her son. "She named him James Alexander and he was born about 15 minutes before 7, an extremely hearty 9 pounds 13 ounces."
Harry was stunned. He was a father.
Sirius was the first to break the silence that had fallen over the room. "Well, congratulations Harry. A son!"
"Yeah," a smile spread onto his shocked face. "I'm a father." The thought of all the months of Willow's life he had missed, her pregnancy, the months of grieving she had probably went through"¦the smile melted off his face as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by grim determination. He would make this up to her somehow. He turned to Remus, suddenly eager to see his wife and son. "When can I see them?"
"As soon as you want. Your check-up went fine. You're in perfect health." Remus chuckled at Harry's eagerness. "She wanted to come see you herself after Tonks and I went to tell her the news that you were back, you know. We were as shocked as you were that she had already had the baby." He paused, remembering. "Draco had to almost physically restrain her. She had only had James less than an hour at the time."
"I'll have to thank him later," Harry murmured, while swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "Now where are my clothes?"
Remus, suddenly remembering the bag of Harry's things that Molly had sent him with as he had left the Burrow, got up and walked over to the corner of the hospital room, picking up the bag, and handing it to Harry. "Molly packed you an overnight bag, just in case you had to stay here the night." He smiled smugly. "I think they'll be happy you decided to come home though."
Harry shot him an amused look. "If they don't kill me first."
Sirius and Remus both shot him confused looks in return.
He rolled his eyes. "Think about it. What did I do before I went off and fought Voldemort, AGAINST the Order's plans I might add?"
His godfather continued to stare at him blankly, Remus looking more confused as well.
"I drugged Willow, remember. With Severus Snape's help."
"OH!" Remus and Sirius finally got it.
"I wouldn't be so concerned about it Harry." Remus said comfortingly as Harry took the bag of his clothes and toiletries into the washroom. "She's a very forgiving person."
"Oh yeah?" Harry called sarcastically from the bathroom. "Remind me to tell you of the first few months we knew each other sometime."
"Well look on the bright side," Sirius chimed in. "At least the make-up sex will be good."
Remus shot him a disgusted look.
"What?" Sirius replied defensively. "Tell me you weren't thinkthe the same thing."
Remus was ashamed to admit that he had been. But that was probably Tonks' influence. After all, this morning had been the first time he had had sex in almost 2 years and it had been great. Harry's return had interrupted round two however, leaving Remus still craving Tonks' touch.
Harry came out of the bathroom at this point, successfully saving Remus from Sirius' intrusive and verbalized thoughts that so unfortunately fell along his own minds. "You two ready to go?" Harry asked, the duffle bag Molly had sent for him slung over his now clothed shoulder.
"Yep," Sirius said jovially, and stood up, following Remus and Harry out the door and away to the apparition point.
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The first thing Harry heard as he walked into the kitchen of the Burrow after Remus and Sirius left him was the laughter. This in itself was not odd. What WAS odd though, was that it was almost midnight, long past the time that the Burrow tended to grow quiet as everyone went to sleep.
"Hello?" he called out quietly, unsure of the reception he would be receiving from the inhabitants of the kitchen.
"HARRY!" A very pregnant Ginny cried, standing from her spot sitting at the kitchen table with Draco, Ron, Molly and Arthur. She drew him into a tight hug.
"Hello Ginny, how are you doing?" he let her go and looked over her growing form. "Well, it seems." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," she smiled. "Did Remus tell you the good news?"
Harry smiled broadly. "Yeah. He did. Where are they?"
Ginny smile turned into a grin. "In your room. Willow moved in there shortly after, well"¦"
"I died," he finished softly. Suddenly, he felt two sets of strong arms enfold him in a hug. Apparently Ron and Draco were happy he was back too.
"Hello to you too," he chuckled. "How are things?"
"Better now that you're back," Ron smiled and then suddenly turned serious. "Don't ever do that again mate. I don't know if we could go through another funeral."
Harry paled. "Funeral?"
Draco nodded. "A big one. We can show you where we put the memorial stone sometime if you'd like."
"Boys," Molly brought the three men out of the dark conversation they were about to have. "Harry doesn't need ear ear about that now. Not on such a happy occasion." She turned to Harry and a sly grin spread across her face. "I was made a grandmother twice today."
"Twice?" Harry looked confused.
Ron nodded and smirked. "Hermione had our baby a few hours ago now."
"Seriously?" Harry returned Ron's grin with one of his own. "So they were"¦"
"Born 12 hours apart they were," Arthur finally broke into the conversation. "That'll make for some fine birthday parties in the years to come."
"Speaking of the babies," Ginny piped up, sensing Harry's eagerness to see his wife and son. "Willow will kill us if we don't send Harry up immediately." She turned to the anxious man beside her. "Did Remus tell you that she tried to go to see you this morning? Draco had to restrain her"¦"
Harry nodded. "Yeah," he turned to Draco. "Thanks by the way."
Draco quirked an eyebrow in his direction. "No problem mate. She's like a sister to me. And as her hypothetical brother, I would advise you to get up there NOW before she comes down and drags you up."
Harry grinned, excited to see his family. "See you later then?"
The rest of group shooed him off at this action.
Harry approached the door to his old room quietly, not wanting to wake up the babies that slept on this floor of the house. Noiselessly, he opened the door and stepped in. What he saw almost made him weep with emotion. There, lying on the bed was Willow who had fallen asleep on her side with the baby at her breast. She obviously had been feeding him when she had dropped off. As he grew closer to the bed the baby, who as Harry got closer, seemed to look an awful lot like him, began to stir, obviously sensing someone in the room. He didn't start crying though. No, James simply stared up at his father as if he knew who he was. Not wanting to wake up Willow, Harry silentlyked ked up James and moved to the rocking chair in the corner of the room.
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It was the squeak from the corner of the room that woke Willow up, although she still felt like she was asleep. There, quietly rocking their son back to sleep, sat Harry. He was back, and from the look of love on his face, NOT upset by this turn of events and the extra addition to their relationship. Indeed, Willow had to remind herself that it wasbablbably just like yesterday that Harry and she had gotten married for him. Now, to discover that he had a child"¦but Harry seemed to have taken it well.
She felt, rather than saw him stand up and put James in the bassinette before sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Hey," Harry smiled gently, and reached out to brush a hand across her cheek.
Willow, who still thought she was dreaming, as she had been of this for 7 months, gave a sob of relief that this was real as handhand made contact with her face. "You're alive," she whispered, tears beginning their silent descent down her face as she sat up and embraced her long missing husband.
"Yeah, not sure how, but I am," he chuckled softly, returning her hug and drawing her into a deep kiss.
Willow returned his kiss willingly, her lips having missed his touch for too long. Apparently Remus hadn't told Harry about the fact that it was Willow that had performed the ceremony to return Harry and Sirius. She would tell him later. After all, he had only gotten back and there were more important things to talk about at the moment.
"Our son is beautiful," Harry murmured as they finally broke apart.
Willow smiled. "Isn't he? He looks just like you"¦"
Harry shook his head. "He has your eyes, not mine. His are a lighter green. And your face"¦he has that too." A silent sob suddenly went through his body. "This is just"¦more than I could have ever hoped for."
"I know," she whispered, happy tears of her own slipping down her cheeks.
"Merlin I missed you," Harry was crying now too. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Willow murmured as he lay down in the bed with her and took her into his arms. Truth be told, she didn't really feel like talking. She had missed him yes, but for now, the ache in her body from the delivery and the weariness of mind were winning over her desire to communicate with her husband. All she wanted to do at the moment was curl up into Harry's arms and fall asleep. By the way she was being held thoughllowllow suspected that she just might get her wish.
"For what I did, before," he murmured in return. "When I put the draught into your drink"¦"
"Harry," Willow interrupted, burrowing deeper into his chest. "I forgave you for that months ago." She paused, thinking that she should at least show her displeasure for his actions, even if her anger had been dampened somewhat over the last few months. With a sigh, she realized that she was too tired to have that conversation right now, and looked up at Harry. "Just so you know though, if you ever do anything like that again, I might reconsider forgg yog you." There. That was enough chastising for the moment.
Harry smiled softly, inwardly shuddering in relief. Apparently Willow was too tired to give him the verbal scolding he so obviously deserved. "I'll keep that in mind." And with that, Harry felt himself succumb to the drowsiness that had been fighting for dominance in his body since he had left St. os, os, thanking his lucky stars that she wasn't in the fighting mood. With a sigh, he drew Willow closer, and gave in to sleeps embrace, knowing full well that eventually she would have more to say, and being perfectly content to wait until she had healed. For now though, he gave thanks for Willow and for the beautiful child they had, as he drifted off to sleep.
Harry Potter awoke from what felt like a very long nap the next morning. And, although he felt rested physically, his mind was weary. Truth be told, he had no idea how he had been able to exit the purgatory he had been kept in over the last few months.
Indeed, it was a kind of hell no one should have to experience. He knew time had passed but he hadn't been allowed to see what was happening to his family and friends. He hadn't been alone though, and this was probably the only thing that had kept him sane. Sirius had been there too, keeping him company. They had caught up on what had happened while he had been in the Veil, and Harry had the distinct pleasure of telling his Godfather that since his "˜death,' he had received a full pardon by the Ministry of Magic. He also told him about Willow, a topic that Harry never seemed to tire of speaking of, and Sirius teased him mercilessly about. The thoughts of Willow always inevitably led to thoughts of the Lor Lord that had brought him there to Purgatory in the first place.
Harry didn't have a clue what had become of Voldemort, and frankly, he didn't care.
But now, as he lay on the soft mattress of his bed in St. Mungos, he felt strangely at peace. As far as he knew, Voldemort was gone, and he was free to live his life with Willow and whatever children they chose to have. Indeed, during one of their late night conversations prior to their marriage, Willow had told him of her desfor for children. Harry had agreed with her, sensing in the fact that both of them were only children that their family would definitely consist of more than one child.
Thoughts of Willow had him smiling again. He had missed her. He wondered exactly how angry she would be with him though. After all, he had not only drugged her, but went off to fight Voldemort by himself. He cringed, thinking of the arguments to come over his rash actions.
This was the scene that Remus and Sirius, who had gained conscnessness soon after he was admitted to the wizarding hospital, walked in on.
"You okay there Harry?" Sirius said teasingly, taking a seat on the foot of the bed.
"Never better," Harry smiled at his godfather and Remus, "Just thinking of the reception I should probably expect from Willow." He grinned ruefully. "If I know her, she's furious," he furrowed his brows in question. "Remus, exactly how long was I gone?"
Remus sighed. "A little over 7 months," he paused, thinking of the brief conversation he had with a freshly napped Willow before he came to see Harry on her behalf. She had informed him that since she couldn't be there when he woke up, someone close to him should be, to tell him about James. Harry was either going to be happy about this or- what was the phrase the she had used- oh yes, FREAK OUT. Remus just hoped it was the former, rather than the latter. "Harry, there's something you should know."
Harry paled, immediately thinking the worst. "What's wrong? Is it Willow?"
Remus shook his head in reassurance, making Sirius curious as to what he had to say. "Nothing's wrong. Willow's fine. Grand really. It's just that," he sighed, not knowing how to tell Harry that he was a father. "Some recent"¦developments"¦have come to light within the last few hours since you and Sirius got back."
Sirius was rapidly getting frustrated. "Get to the point Remus," he growled in mock warning.
"After you disappeared," Remus continued at his friend's urgings, "Willow collapsed. She had been"¦channelling"¦certain magics that weren't healthy for her." He watched as Harry winced, knowing that he knew all about what he was referring to. "Madame Pomfrey checked her over and they found something rather surprising." He paused, checking to see that Harry was ready for this. "She was pregnant."
Harry's jaw dropped and he flushed. He hadn't been expecting this. "And"¦the baby? Or is Willow still"¦" His voice wavered.
Remus shook his head in answer to his latter question." Willow gave birth to a healthy baby boy this morning," Remus smiled brightly, remembering the look of elation on Willow's face as she looked upon her son. "She named him James Alexander and he was born about 15 minutes before 7, an extremely hearty 9 pounds 13 ounces."
Harry was stunned. He was a father.
Sirius was the first to break the silence that had fallen over the room. "Well, congratulations Harry. A son!"
"Yeah," a smile spread onto his shocked face. "I'm a father." The thought of all the months of Willow's life he had missed, her pregnancy, the months of grieving she had probably went through"¦the smile melted off his face as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by grim determination. He would make this up to her somehow. He turned to Remus, suddenly eager to see his wife and son. "When can I see them?"
"As soon as you want. Your check-up went fine. You're in perfect health." Remus chuckled at Harry's eagerness. "She wanted to come see you herself after Tonks and I went to tell her the news that you were back, you know. We were as shocked as you were that she had already had the baby." He paused, remembering. "Draco had to almost physically restrain her. She had only had James less than an hour at the time."
"I'll have to thank him later," Harry murmured, while swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. "Now where are my clothes?"
Remus, suddenly remembering the bag of Harry's things that Molly had sent him with as he had left the Burrow, got up and walked over to the corner of the hospital room, picking up the bag, and handing it to Harry. "Molly packed you an overnight bag, just in case you had to stay here the night." He smiled smugly. "I think they'll be happy you decided to come home though."
Harry shot him an amused look. "If they don't kill me first."
Sirius and Remus both shot him confused looks in return.
He rolled his eyes. "Think about it. What did I do before I went off and fought Voldemort, AGAINST the Order's plans I might add?"
His godfather continued to stare at him blankly, Remus looking more confused as well.
"I drugged Willow, remember. With Severus Snape's help."
"OH!" Remus and Sirius finally got it.
"I wouldn't be so concerned about it Harry." Remus said comfortingly as Harry took the bag of his clothes and toiletries into the washroom. "She's a very forgiving person."
"Oh yeah?" Harry called sarcastically from the bathroom. "Remind me to tell you of the first few months we knew each other sometime."
"Well look on the bright side," Sirius chimed in. "At least the make-up sex will be good."
Remus shot him a disgusted look.
"What?" Sirius replied defensively. "Tell me you weren't thinkthe the same thing."
Remus was ashamed to admit that he had been. But that was probably Tonks' influence. After all, this morning had been the first time he had had sex in almost 2 years and it had been great. Harry's return had interrupted round two however, leaving Remus still craving Tonks' touch.
Harry came out of the bathroom at this point, successfully saving Remus from Sirius' intrusive and verbalized thoughts that so unfortunately fell along his own minds. "You two ready to go?" Harry asked, the duffle bag Molly had sent for him slung over his now clothed shoulder.
"Yep," Sirius said jovially, and stood up, following Remus and Harry out the door and away to the apparition point.
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The first thing Harry heard as he walked into the kitchen of the Burrow after Remus and Sirius left him was the laughter. This in itself was not odd. What WAS odd though, was that it was almost midnight, long past the time that the Burrow tended to grow quiet as everyone went to sleep.
"Hello?" he called out quietly, unsure of the reception he would be receiving from the inhabitants of the kitchen.
"HARRY!" A very pregnant Ginny cried, standing from her spot sitting at the kitchen table with Draco, Ron, Molly and Arthur. She drew him into a tight hug.
"Hello Ginny, how are you doing?" he let her go and looked over her growing form. "Well, it seems." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," she smiled. "Did Remus tell you the good news?"
Harry smiled broadly. "Yeah. He did. Where are they?"
Ginny smile turned into a grin. "In your room. Willow moved in there shortly after, well"¦"
"I died," he finished softly. Suddenly, he felt two sets of strong arms enfold him in a hug. Apparently Ron and Draco were happy he was back too.
"Hello to you too," he chuckled. "How are things?"
"Better now that you're back," Ron smiled and then suddenly turned serious. "Don't ever do that again mate. I don't know if we could go through another funeral."
Harry paled. "Funeral?"
Draco nodded. "A big one. We can show you where we put the memorial stone sometime if you'd like."
"Boys," Molly brought the three men out of the dark conversation they were about to have. "Harry doesn't need ear ear about that now. Not on such a happy occasion." She turned to Harry and a sly grin spread across her face. "I was made a grandmother twice today."
"Twice?" Harry looked confused.
Ron nodded and smirked. "Hermione had our baby a few hours ago now."
"Seriously?" Harry returned Ron's grin with one of his own. "So they were"¦"
"Born 12 hours apart they were," Arthur finally broke into the conversation. "That'll make for some fine birthday parties in the years to come."
"Speaking of the babies," Ginny piped up, sensing Harry's eagerness to see his wife and son. "Willow will kill us if we don't send Harry up immediately." She turned to the anxious man beside her. "Did Remus tell you that she tried to go to see you this morning? Draco had to restrain her"¦"
Harry nodded. "Yeah," he turned to Draco. "Thanks by the way."
Draco quirked an eyebrow in his direction. "No problem mate. She's like a sister to me. And as her hypothetical brother, I would advise you to get up there NOW before she comes down and drags you up."
Harry grinned, excited to see his family. "See you later then?"
The rest of group shooed him off at this action.
Harry approached the door to his old room quietly, not wanting to wake up the babies that slept on this floor of the house. Noiselessly, he opened the door and stepped in. What he saw almost made him weep with emotion. There, lying on the bed was Willow who had fallen asleep on her side with the baby at her breast. She obviously had been feeding him when she had dropped off. As he grew closer to the bed the baby, who as Harry got closer, seemed to look an awful lot like him, began to stir, obviously sensing someone in the room. He didn't start crying though. No, James simply stared up at his father as if he knew who he was. Not wanting to wake up Willow, Harry silentlyked ked up James and moved to the rocking chair in the corner of the room.
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It was the squeak from the corner of the room that woke Willow up, although she still felt like she was asleep. There, quietly rocking their son back to sleep, sat Harry. He was back, and from the look of love on his face, NOT upset by this turn of events and the extra addition to their relationship. Indeed, Willow had to remind herself that it wasbablbably just like yesterday that Harry and she had gotten married for him. Now, to discover that he had a child"¦but Harry seemed to have taken it well.
She felt, rather than saw him stand up and put James in the bassinette before sitting down on the bed next to her.
"Hey," Harry smiled gently, and reached out to brush a hand across her cheek.
Willow, who still thought she was dreaming, as she had been of this for 7 months, gave a sob of relief that this was real as handhand made contact with her face. "You're alive," she whispered, tears beginning their silent descent down her face as she sat up and embraced her long missing husband.
"Yeah, not sure how, but I am," he chuckled softly, returning her hug and drawing her into a deep kiss.
Willow returned his kiss willingly, her lips having missed his touch for too long. Apparently Remus hadn't told Harry about the fact that it was Willow that had performed the ceremony to return Harry and Sirius. She would tell him later. After all, he had only gotten back and there were more important things to talk about at the moment.
"Our son is beautiful," Harry murmured as they finally broke apart.
Willow smiled. "Isn't he? He looks just like you"¦"
Harry shook his head. "He has your eyes, not mine. His are a lighter green. And your face"¦he has that too." A silent sob suddenly went through his body. "This is just"¦more than I could have ever hoped for."
"I know," she whispered, happy tears of her own slipping down her cheeks.
"Merlin I missed you," Harry was crying now too. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Willow murmured as he lay down in the bed with her and took her into his arms. Truth be told, she didn't really feel like talking. She had missed him yes, but for now, the ache in her body from the delivery and the weariness of mind were winning over her desire to communicate with her husband. All she wanted to do at the moment was curl up into Harry's arms and fall asleep. By the way she was being held thoughllowllow suspected that she just might get her wish.
"For what I did, before," he murmured in return. "When I put the draught into your drink"¦"
"Harry," Willow interrupted, burrowing deeper into his chest. "I forgave you for that months ago." She paused, thinking that she should at least show her displeasure for his actions, even if her anger had been dampened somewhat over the last few months. With a sigh, she realized that she was too tired to have that conversation right now, and looked up at Harry. "Just so you know though, if you ever do anything like that again, I might reconsider forgg yog you." There. That was enough chastising for the moment.
Harry smiled softly, inwardly shuddering in relief. Apparently Willow was too tired to give him the verbal scolding he so obviously deserved. "I'll keep that in mind." And with that, Harry felt himself succumb to the drowsiness that had been fighting for dominance in his body since he had left St. os, os, thanking his lucky stars that she wasn't in the fighting mood. With a sigh, he drew Willow closer, and gave in to sleeps embrace, knowing full well that eventually she would have more to say, and being perfectly content to wait until she had healed. For now though, he gave thanks for Willow and for the beautiful child they had, as he drifted off to sleep.