Harry Potter - The awakening.

Out of sight, but never out of mind

Lily and James just sat, not speaking, not really seeing the flames in the fireplace that they were both looking at and not noticing that they were taking alternate turns in stroking Barney. It had been three weeks since Harry had been taken by death eaters, and it was not expected that he would be alive. The order had started searching for a body, instead of the Harry Potter. A mangled up and tortured body, that the death eaters would most likely dump to show them what had happened to the Wizarding world's hero. Harry Potter.

With a sigh Lily stood from the sofa. She knew that if she didn't get up and make tea neither of them would eat for the third day in a row. She started to make the treacle tart first, not fully noticing that she was making her Harry's favourite food. Once that was completed she started on a simple tea. 

"James, you need to sit and eat." She ordered softly.

James took no notice of her summons. Lily's anger started to well up inside her. Enough was enough. "JAMES POTTER YOU GET YOUR SORRY ARSE OVER HERE AND EAT! IF YOU THINK THAT SITTING DOING NOTHING WILL HELP HARRY AT ALL THEN YOU ARE SORELY MISTAKEN! WE SHOULD BE OUT THERE HELPING TO LOOK FOR HIM!"

This seemed to shake James out of his thought as he looked at Lily in slight shock before nodding his head. "Yes Love, I'm sorry. We'll go out and help searching tomorrow."

Lily nodded. "Now you will come and eat."

James sighed and wearily trudged over to the table and helped himself to two pumpkin pasties. The meal was a sad and quiet affair, neither not quite knowing how they would go on if their son, their beloved son, was gone forever. They both shed a few tears while eating the treacle tart, knowing it was Harry's favourite food and that it was likely he would never eat it again.

Just as both Lily and james finished their meal there was a sharp knock on the door. Both Lily and James rushed out from their seats and rushed to the door.

"Who is it?" They both asked together.

"It is Albus."

"Prove it."

"My name is Albus Percivel Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I was born in Godrics Hollow and Bathilda Bagshot was a family friend. I offered to be your secret keeper in the first war you you denied that offer. I do not like Berty Botts every flavour beans due to an incident that involved James enhancing that flavour of a vomit flavoured one so it resembled the taste of five hundred of them at once. My hand was cursed by one of Voldemort's horecruxes. I created the Deluminator which is a devise that looks like a Muggle cigarette lighter but turns out lights instead and stores the light inside it so no matter where you are you will have light. I was the person that helped deliver Harry and James on the days they were born. My brother, Aberforth, got arrested by James for enchanting a couple of goats and is the owner of the hogs head. Ah, I was also the person who the prophecy, containing information on your missing son, was relayed to. I have a birth mark just above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London underground. I also had sexual relations with-"

"-Okay! We know it's you Albus!" James cut in, ripping the door open and allowing the old man to enter. "Really, you didn't have to go into that much detail."

Dumbledore just gave a slight chuckle before entering. He turned and the seriousness was back as Albus looked at the young couple in front of him. "You two may like to take a seat before I tell you some information."

Lily and James' eyes filled with tears and they took seats in the lounge and waited for whatever new they would be told.

"I have come with both good and bad news." Albus said gravely. "Firstly, we know where Harry is being kept and we know he is alive. Secondly, he is in very bad shape. Although he is alive and this moment in time, he still may not live. Tonight we shall be rescuing Harry from that place."

"Where and what time should we meet?" James asked, jumping up from his seat.

"You two will be waiting at Hogwarts infirmary for Harry to arrive. He will be sent there so only the trusted healers will be able to have access to him."

"NO! I want to help Albus! He is my son!" James shouted.

"James, what if you get hurt in this rescue mission? Harry will need you and Lily as soon as he is collected."

Both parents nodded in understanding, but neither looked too happy about the arrangements. "What time shall we go to Hogwarts, would we be able to take Barney?"

Dumbledore smiled at the puppy which was looking a little lost without Harry and shook his head. "No, not straight away, but when he has recovered a sufficient amount then yes, the dog shall be allowed. You should be at Hogwarts for seven tonight, we aim to be back at Hogwarts by half past the hour."

James and Lily nodded and bid their goodbyes to Dumbledore as he left the house. One he had left the couple looked at each other before hugging, laughing and sobbing simultaneously. They were both delighted that they would finally be getting their harry back.

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He was coughing yet again. His mind was fuzzy and nothing quite fit together right. At least I know my own name. Harry thought with satisfaction. It's... it's... what is it again? Harvey? Henry? Harold? Well I know my last name... it's Potter isn't it? ...Yeah... Potter... That's what those men with the sticks call me... Or are those sticks wands? I think I used to have one..."

As Harry's mind wandered over the subject the door to his cell burst open. A man in a long, dark cloak stood before him, holding one of those sticks.

"Harry Potter." He growled.

"Ah! That's my name!" Harry shouted cheerfully. Well he thought he had shouted it, but the man before him seemed to think he had talked in gibberish. Maybe there is something wrong with his mind. Harry though sympathetically. Poor man.

"Ah, I see you've finally lost it. Great. Now we'll leave you just outside the boundry of this propety. Your friends can pick you up there."

Friends? He had friends? The name Roonil Wazlib did ring a bell... but then again that couldn't be right. Dunken would never allow him to have friends... Or was his name Dudley? Maybe this Dunken person was his friend... But didn't want him to have other friends so that he didn't leave him... But didn't Dunken have other friends? Pelkins? Polkiss? Whatever his name was. Or was he also Harry's friend? Somehow that didn't seem right...

Suddenly Harry found himself being lifted. He looked around and saw lots of people in black... dresses? One of the was carrying him while the others followed. Harry found himself being taken out side the house and finally out of some gates, which quickly swung shut behind all the people dressed in black dresses. Then light and different colours went flying around Harry and he was dropped to the ground. Harry giggled at all the pretty lights. After a while the lights dropped but Harry still smiled at the memory of them. 

A face appeared in front of Harry, it had a white beard and... and... glasses? "Harry?" It asked. "Can you understand me?"

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed happily, while clumsily clapping his hands.

But the face seemed strangely saddened by this as a tear dripped out from the blue eyes the face had.

"No! It is good! I know what you are saying!" Harry shouted urgently.

The face looked at Harry once more. "Harry, if you can understand me, nod your head."

Harry nodded his head, a small smile creeping onto his lips. 

"Good, Harry. Do you know who I am?"

Harry's brow creased in confusion. The face seemed... familiar... almost like a distant memory. But Harry shook his head. He did not know the face's name.

"Okay, I am Albus Dumbledore. I am going to take you back to your parents. Okay?"

Harry gave a nod and a giggle at this information. Another tear trickled down... Albus' face and he picked Harry up. Harry snuggled into Albus, put his head on the older man's shoulder and closed his eyes. He could hear a whispered conversation and felt himself being passed over to someone else. Harry didn't mind though, as he promptly fell asleep.