MIRROR OF ERISED

5. Seeing Harry - 1

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Harry sees his parents

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Lily Potter-Evans wasn't a person to get stressed to easily. When Peter betrayed them to Voldemort, all of her thoughts were momentarily occupied with revenge on the rat. But soon as she fled up the stairs to the nursery her thoughts went out to her husband and child who she had been cradling in her arms. As she whispered words of comfort to her son she wished for his protection. And as she stood over her child facing Voldemort she hoped with all her heart that her son' life would be spared. She faced death, knowing she would not see him again.

Lily was surprised and shocked when she awoke in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Not only that, she was older then she had been when she died. She was in fact ten years older. And more shockingly, so was her husband, James Potter, who was lying beside her in another bed. "Impossible," she whispered. The privacy screens held the Hogwarts crest on them and even the sheets were the same as she remembered them year ago.

Suddenly a nurse rounded the screen. Madame Pomfrey seemed slightly taken aback, but recovered soon enough. She stepped around the bed and started casting several diagnostic charms over Lily. "Poppy?" Lily asked in a shaken voice. The nurse nodded, blinking away a few tears that were about to fall. "But how can this be? The last thing I remember is facing Voldemort."

Poppy Pomfrey flinched slightly at the name and let out a sigh, before sitting down on the bed. "I don't know dear," she said her voice sounded tired. "All I know is that you two died ten years ago. Then, suddenly, the headmaster enters with the two of you floating behind him, carrying Harry along." She shuddered. "He looked so old at that moment."

"Harry?" Lily asked. The name rang a deafening bell. "My child? Harry is here? How is he Poppy? Is he alright? What happened to him?" A combination of pride and fear spread through her.

Poppy bit her lip as she stared at the screen on the other side of the room. "He's been a sleep for three days now. I hope he awakens soon. I've been trying to get him fully checked ever since I laid eyes on him but he is quick." She took Lily's hand and her eyes full of worry. "I'm not sure of what to do about him. He's been damaged Lily, I'm so sorry."

"Damaged?" Lily asked. Her voice sounded very far away to her ears. "What do you mean damaged? Did they hurt him? What happened? Who took him in when James and I... well died?"

"Calm down Lily please," the Medi Witch replied. "I don't know who took him. For his own safety, I think only Dumbledore truly knows." She tried to hold Lily in the bed, but Poppy couldn't hold her. Lily ran around the bed screen and saw her son once again, but for the first time in ten years. Harry was asleep as the nurse had told her, but his face was pale and his eyes sunken. The covers had been drawn back slightly to show some fresh bandages around his torso.