Recovery

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Micheal kept to his word. He kept quiet on the ride to the cemetery and followed behind the group of them through the cemetery. Death was still something the young boy didn't understand. He was never around it before. He never knew somebody who died. He had questions, but didn't want to bother them. So he just eased down beside the double grave stone and pulled out the picture frame. It had a picture of him and the other kids, and he sat it beside the others. Harry smiled lightly. "When did you grab that?" Harry asked. "I asked daddy if I could bring mine. He said he get me a new one. I wanted them to see us..." Micheal said, and Harry smiled lightly. "You are very sweet, Micheal." Harry said, patting the ground beside were he was helped to sit. Micheal come over and sat down beside him. "That date....means it happened when you were really little." He said and Harry nodded. "I was just a baby, so I never really knew them. Only pictures and stories your grandfathers know." Harry admitted, picking up a picture and cleaning the dirt off. "She's pretty." Micheal said. "She is pretty...you really should let Grandpa take you home, I spend a long time here sometimes." Harry whispered and he shook his head. "I want to stay with you, pappy." He said, getting a side hug. "Let the boy stay, Harry." Sirius said, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Call me, when you are ready to leave." Sirius added and Harry nodded.

Harry never called. Micheal fell asleep, nuzzled in Harry's jacket and to Harry's side. Who, once exhausted took over, laid then both down. The grave keeper, who was used to Harry every year, ended up calling Sirius when he arrived at three that morning. He stood watch, only because he felt like somebody soon until Harry was with somebody else. He seen the small boy, but the boy couldn't really help if Harry woke up in an episode. Micheal however, woke up suddenly. He frowned. "Who...are you?" He whispered. "I work here, little man. I always come around Halloween. Harry seems to spend the night here when he is in town. I always be sure he gets home." He spoke and Michael sat up. "Do you know about his parents?" Micheal asked. "All I know is they Are fallen navy men and people come visit their graves alot." He sat. "They are my new grandparents." Micheal said and he smiled. "I'm sure they like you, Micheal. You spent all night here with Harry. I'm sure they are thankful for that. What happened to his leg?" He asked. "He got hit by a car." Micheal frown.

"Grandpa!" Micheal yawned, getting a hug form Remus. "Thank you, for calling us." Sirius said, coming up behind them. "Of course. Micheal and I here talked for a little while..he is a very sweet kid." He smiled. "Micheal is a good kid. Did Harry tell you?" Sirius said and Micheal nodded. "Yes, but Willow and I don't know what to do about our last names." Micheal frown. "It isn't a right now thing, Micheal. You have plenty of time." Sirius said and Micheal yawned. "Can we go home now?" Micheal asked. "Yes. Remus take him to the car. I'll be there shortly with Harry." Sirius said, who lend down.

"Pads?" Harry mumbled. "Yeah, come on, let's get you home." Sirius said and Harry slowly sat up. "Would...they have been proud?" Harry whispered. "Yes, they would have been, Harry. Don't think otherwise." Sirius said, helping Harry to his foot and found his crutches. "Are you sure?" Harry asked. "Yes, I am." Sirius said.

Harry felt the kiss on his cheek. "Hey." Draco said, as Harry eased to sit on the bed. "Can you start the shower? I really need to freshen up." Harry said kind of softly. "I can give you a bath? The tub is plenty big enough for you leg to hang over." Draco tried to convince Harry. "I rather a shower and you come lay with me for a couple more hours. It's still early." Harry said and after a pause, Draco nodded.

"Grandma, can you take me back to the cemetery?" Micheal ask, holding something in a box. "What for?" She asked. "I want them to have something." Micheal said. "Oh, alright. Give me a few minutes, sweetheart." Narcissa said.

She held his hand as they made the walk throw the cemetery. "Grandma, what about your family? Or grandpa's?" Micheal asked. "We don't really get along with our families....I have a sister, I really should see how she has been doing all these years." Narcissa said a little softly. "So, nobody died?" Micheal asked. "Micheal...maybe we shouldn't be here." She whispered. "I just want to know, because I know it happened. I just don't understand it..." He whispered and she let out a sigh. "Hopefully is it something you won't have to deal with for a very long time, Micheal." She said, before they got to the double head stone. Almost, there was a middle aged woman standing there. "Oh, I'm sorry." Narcissa said, before she turned around. "I wasn't expecting anybody to come today. I would have waited." She spoke. "Who are you?" Narcissa asked. "It isn't important, I'll be going." She said, but they had been followed, by Sirius. "It's nice to see you again, Patty." Sirius said and she let out a sigh. "I was told Harry already made his visit." She said and he nodded. "He did. Lucius just wanted me to follow her, he's worried these days." Sirius said, before turning to face them. "Narcissa, this is Petunia. Lily's sister. We haven't really seen eye to eye since childhood." Sirius explain. "Micheal, go do whatever it is you were going to do." Narcissa said and he nodded and slowly walked past the three of them. "I really isn't my business, I was just Micheal's ride."