New Awakening

Dulled Green Eyes

Lily woke up in a hospital bed, with James holding her hand with one of his hands and holding a gauze soaked in alcohol under her nose with the other one.

She sat up abruptly and swung her legs out of the bed.

“Whoa, whoa. Calm down, Lils. You’re gonna make yourself dizzy.”

“Where’s Harry?” She asked worried.

“Still asleep, but Poppy said the sleeping potion she spelled into his stomach to be able to heal him will wear off soon.”

“Oh James” Lily started to cry. “I can’t believe someone would do that to a child. He’s just a boy. Who would do that to him?”

“Poppy gave me this.” He showed her the hereditary tree paper. He put his finger under the only people alive. Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

“No,” she shook her head in denial “That can’t be. Why would my son be living with Petunia? Everyone knows she hates magic, in this universe and any other one. Her husband is even worse.”

“Lily, think: if you weren’t alive that would be no cure to lycanthropy so Remus wouldn’t be able to take him in. What if Sirius died as well? And you know how Peter is with children, not that we would ever name him godfather. My point is: if there’s no godfather or godmother who could take him in, he would go-“

“-to the closest blood relatives, weather they are magical or not.” James just nodded.

Lily closed her eyes and sighed.

“What are we to do, Lily?”

“We will take care of him. We’ll make something up, you were always good in making up stories.”

James nodded.

Suddenly, they heard thrashing and moans coming from the bed Harry was in. They were by his side in a second.

Lily automatically started to run her finger through his face in a calming motion as she always did with Theo. At first, he flinched violently and tried to roll away, only to be blocked from falling off the bed by James on the other side.

“N-N-No. P-Please, U-Uncle Vernon, I-I-I’ll b-be g-good.” This was all the confirmation they needed.

“Harry, darling. Wake up, son. You’re safe, no one will ever hurt you again.” Lily said soothingly.

“Come on, buddy. Wake up. He’s not here.” James said holding his son’s hand in his much bigger one and running his thumb in the palm of Harry’s hands.

Out of nowhere Harry sat up in the bed, his dulled green eyes terrified and his breathing erratic and tears streaming down his face. Then he went green. He bent forward and vomited bile all over the white sheets.