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Chapter 2: Back in Time

Back in Time

Chapter 2: Back in Time

Harry woke up with a groan of pain, both at the pain in his chest, and the bright lights assaulting his eyes. He blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness of the room he was in and when he finally was able to keep them open he wasn't surprised to find himself in a hospital room. A magical one by the looks of it since there weren't any noisy machines or anything that he had heard about being in muggle ones.

He was surprised, however, at the children in the room with him. The children were clearly patients, and there were no other adults in the room with them. They were all huddled on one of the beds, chatting quietly, glancing at him every so often, clearly trying not to disturb him too much with their childish talks.

He glanced at the calendar on the wall and saw that it was only the 1st of January, which was… unexpected, maybe? He didn't expect to arrive here at the beginning of the year for some reason. But he wasn't complaining too much. He supposed it didn't really matter what day it was. He was in the hospital and he doubted he would be allowed out any time soon. But he hadn't ever been in an actual hospital before, so he supposed he didn't really know.

"Mr, you're awake?" a little girl of about eight asked as she walked cautiously over to his bed, a small smile on her face.

He smiled welcomingly at her, "Apparently so," he said gently.

"That's good. We were getting worried, especially after all the blood we saw when you arrived with the healers,"

His eyes darkened slightly at that. They healed him from a potentially deadly wound, with lots of blood, in front of a bunch of young children? Why would they do that?

His eyes softened as he looked at them and saw the worry in their eyes as the other children came and gathered around his bed also, "I am sorry you had to see that. You shouldn't have had to. But I will be fine, there is no need to worry too much,"

"What happened, sir?" one little boy who looked around six said.

"Only if you want to tell us, of course," a boy of around nine said.

"Oh, well, a friend of mine… he hurt me," Harry said, trying to get a hold of his emotions.

"He doesn't sound like a very good friend, then," the first girl said, a frown on her face.

"No, I guess he's not," Harry said gently, his heart twisting painfully.

"What's your name, sir? We can be your friends, if you want," the six year old boy said.

Harry practically melted inside, and he beamed at the children who smiled back at him.

"My name is Hadrian, though you may call me Harry if you would like. What are your names?"

They all burst out excitedly introducing themselves to him.

The six year old boy was called Henry.

The eight year old girl was called Katie.

The nine year old boy was called Liam.

There was a five year old girl called Bella.

And there was a seven year old girl called Eliza.

The kids chatted to him for a good hour about Christmas, the hospital, the healers, their parents and, well, everything they could think of. They were clearly excited to have someone else to talk to. Someone new. And he listened, smiling at them all as he watched them laugh and chat away.

He noticed at some point that one of the boys was kneeling on his medical chart, which for some reason was on his bed for all to see. Not that any of the children were looking at it, but anyone could.

There was the sound of someone clearing their throat at the door to the room and the conversation stopped as they all turned to look at the person standing there. Harry's breath stopped as he looked at the young man who looked so much like his godfather, and yet also different.

"Heir Black," Katie beamed at him, running up and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Hello," Orion said as he awkwardly patted her back, staring at Harry.

"Thank you for the presents Heir Black," Liam said as Katie stepped back from her hug.

"They were amazing," Bella said happily.

"I am glad you liked them," Orion said, though Harry thought he looked rather confused at how much the kids obviously meant it as they rushed over to their beds to grab their new stuffed toys and chatted away to him about how much they loved them.

It was then that Harry realised that they had obviously been in the hospital for a while. And his heart hurt at what could potentially be wrong with them for them to be in the hospital, maybe alone, for long enough to still be in the hospital a week after Christmas.

"I see you are awake," Orion said calmly, walking over to Harry when the children had calmed down enough for him to get some words in.

Harry was shocked by the concern in his eyes, his heart fluttered a little as he smiled and nodded at Orion, who smiled back.

Merlin, his eyes were gorgeous.

"I am glad. My parents and I had quite a scare when we found you on our doorstep. How are you feeling?" Orion said.

"Sore, but otherwise okay. Thank you, Heir Black,"

"Well, we wish you a speedy recovery," Orion's eyes glanced to the bed for a second and saw that Harry's medical chart had been left on the bed.

Harry was surprised to see anger in the man's eyes as the grey orbs flicked between Harry and the chart.

"Excuse me whilst I go and speak to a healer,"

Harry only had time to nod before Orion left the room.

Harry watched as the children, who had tired themselves out with their excitement, all wandered over to their beds and climbed in. Each of them held their stuffed toys close to their chests as they curled up.

Harry used the opportunity to pick up the chart and read it, he felt he had a right to know what it said since it was about him.

Hadrian Ignotus Peverell

DOB: 31/07/1928

Mother: Ignotus Jamie Peverell

Father: Evan Julian Peverell nee Bones

Bearer

That was all he read because his eyes focussed on that one word. He knew that bearers were highly sought after, even in this time. He knew that anyone could have seen that and would have wanted him for that reason, for the powerful children he could bear. It also didn't help that the fact he was a Peverell was on show also.

His anger spiked when an angry Orion entered the room, followed by a contrite healer who looked at Harry apologetically.

"Mr Peverell, we are sorry for the mishap. It is rather busy at the moment and things can get missed," the healer said, but it wasn't good enough.

"I don't care how busy it is, as a healer you should know never to leave a confidential chart out in the open. Especially with information which, in the wrong hands, would bring me a whole lot of trouble, which I don't need, considering someone I used to call a friend just tried to kill me," Harry said, his throat catching.

"I understand, Mr Peverell. And we are sorry it happened. If there is anything we can do to make up for it, please let us know," the healer said.

"You could always let me go. Especially since you have practically traumatised the children in this room, by healing me from a potentially wound, in the same room as them," Harry said, a snarky smile on his face.

"We're sorry about that also, Mr Peverell. However all the other beds in the hospital are full and the operating rooms were full also,"

"Yes, well, heal me in the hallway, then bring me in. Don't bring me in and make young children watch as someone who may be bleeding to death is being healed. They don't deserve that,"

"We are very sorry. We will do what we can to make it up to you, however, we aren't able to release you, yet. You aren't fully healed, you will still be needing a number of potions and a fair bit of rest. The hospital is the best place for you at the moment,"

"I doubt it," Harry said, "I can buy potions, and I can rest at home,"

"You also need monitoring just in case your wound re-opens, or something goes wrong. The knife was incredibly close to your heart, and nicked a lung slightly,"

"I don't care," Harry said.

"I can take him home with me to heal," Orion said, causing Harry to look at him in shock.

"Heir Black," the healer said, but was cut off by Orion.

"No. Clearly his private information isn't safe here, neither are the children if you think bringing a severely injured man to their room and healing him in front of them is a good thing to do. But that is besides the point. My mother is a potions mistress, with healing qualifications, she is perfectly capable of finishing his healing. Plus my parents are rather worried about him after the state we found him in,"

"You don't have to put yourselves out for me," Harry said, not wanting to impose on Orion or his family.

"It is fine. I am sure you will be a lot more comfortable at our home than here, especially after everything that has already happened. My mother certainly won't be leaving private documents lying about,"

The healer looked rather reluctant to agree, "It would be safer for Mr Peverell to remain here in his condition, Heir Black,"

"Would it, really?" Orion said, "As I said, my mother is a potions mistress, and has training as a healer. Our home is more comfortable than a hospital. And he will have privacy and time to recover in a place where no one will be leaving confidential files in a place where anyone, including young children, can read them. Now that the wound isn't potentially fatal because it has been mostly healed, he doesn't need to be here. And he, clearly, doesn't want to be here,"

The healer sighed, "Fine. Mr Peverell, would you like to leave with Heir Black?"

"Yes, please. But before I do, I would just like to correct you. I am in fact Heir Peverell, although I was on my way to Gringotts to claim the Lordship when I was attacked," Harry said, a grin on his face when he saw the shock and almost fear on the healer's face.

"O-of course, Heir Peverell," the healer stammered slightly before leaving the room.

A pile of clothes appeared at the end of Harry's bed and the chart disappeared.

"Thank you, Heir Black," Harry said as he stood slowly from the bed, clutching his sore chest.

"No problem, Heir Peverell," Orion said as he went over to help Harry.

Harry smiled at the other man who helped steady him on his feet, his belly tingling slightly as Orion's lips twitched upwards.

"I'll draw the curtains so you can get changed," Orion said before doing exactly that.

Harry got ready slowly, trying to ignore the pain in his chest, and heart. He jumped slightly when Death arrived and waved his cloaked hands around them to create some privacy wards.

"Death, just the person I wanted to speak to," Harry said, remembering what he saw before he fell asleep.

"Hadrian, there might be a little bit of a situation," Death said.

"I gathered. Who were the two redheads that ran towards me whilst you were sending me here, and are they okay?"

"Fred and George," Death said, and Harry's heart constricted in pain.

"George? Why was George there?" Harry asked desperately.

"He, erm, he may have… how can I say this? He may have… unalived himself, shortly after Ron was convicted for your murder,"

Harry tried to choke down his tears, he really did.

"He… Right, erm… Are they okay?"

"Well, yes, technically. They are, however in Limbo for a while,"

"Why?"

"They wanted to come with you, they heard our conversation before I sent you back, and, well, they wanted what they had never had. Parents, or a parent, who loved them properly. They thought that if they interfered with the spell I used to send you back at the right time I would send them back with you, as your unborn children. However, it wasn't quite the right time for there to be no choice but for me to do that, so they are currently in limbo. But they still want to come and be with you, and they are rioting, or trying to, anyway, until I get you to agree that it is for the best,"

Harry sighed, his heart clenching in pain. He knew how they felt, the three of them had bonded over their childhood pain, in secret. No one knew that those two, Neville and Luna were actually the people he probably felt the closest to in his past life. He wanted, more than anything, to be able to give them what they desired. But he didn't know if he could. Not yet anyway. Not until it was safe, for himself, and for them.

"Can I talk to them?" Harry said.

"Yes, but it would probably be best to wait until you are at Black Manor. This type of magic doesn't really work all that well in a hospital," Death said.

"Okay. Tell them I will speak to them, but I am not guaranteeing anything. I want them to be safe, and they won't be here,"

"Of course, Master. I will speak to you soon. Have fun," Death was grinning, Harry could tell by the sound of his voice and the exuberance he left with.

Harry sat back on the bed for a few moments.

Merlin, why? Why did George..?

Harry tried to blink back the tears but some fell anyway.

"Heir Peverell, are you okay?" Orion asked from the other side of the curtains and Harry couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his lips as he dried his cheeks with his hands.

"Yes, thank you," Harry said, his throat a tad dry.

Harry stood slowly, clutching at his chest as he opened the curtains, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

The worry in Orion's eyes sparked something in Harry's stomach that he tried desperately not to think about.

"Are you ready to go?" Orion asked.

"Yes. Are you sure you are okay with this? Will your parents be okay with this? I don't want to put anyone out or anything,"

"They will be fine. As I said, my mother has some healer training. She would have healed you when we found you but your wound was a bit too dangerous and she doesn't have the training to cover life threatening injuries. She can look after you now that you are out of the woods, though. And you deserve to be somewhere comfortable. Somewhere quiet. Where you can recover in peace," Orion said, his lips tugging up at the edges.

"Well, thank you," Harry said, because he didn't know what else to say. His mind was a bit muddled.

"No problem, Heir Peverell,"

"You may call me Hadrian, or Harry. I don't mind," Harry said.

"Then you may call me Orion,"

Harry beamed, "It is nice to meet you, Orion,"

"It is a pleasure to meet you, also, Hadrian,"

Orion led him out of the hospital, which he found out was actually Saint Mungo's, and to the nearest apparition point.

"Hold onto my arm and I will apparate you to the Manor," Orion said, holding out his arm for Harry to hold onto.

Harry gripped Orion's arm tight and took a deep breath to prepare himself before they were off.

Harry stumbled and groaned as his stomach rebelled upon landing. His chest also burned like crazy with the movement.

"Are you okay?" Orion asked, concerned as he rubbed Harry's back gently, sending butterflies through his already fuzzy stomach.

"I just really hate apparating," Harry groaned, "Well, any form of wizard travel really, other than broom or some kind of flying animal,"

"Oh, sorry," Orion said.

"No worries," Harry said, taking a few deep, shaky breaths to try and calm his heart, and his stomach, and well, everything.

When he was feeling somewhat better Harry looked up to find himself in the middle of a large garden that surrounded a massively beautiful manor. The garden itself was stunning, full of colourful plants, some greenhouses, ponds, stone benches and more. The manor was grand and yet there was this homely feel to it as well.

Orion led him towards the large wooden doors that were carved with vines and leaves.

"This is amazing," Harry whispered.

"I'm glad you like it. But you haven't even seen the inside yet," Orion said, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Yes, well. If it is anywhere near as beautiful as the garden, I am sure I will love it,"

Harry didn't know why he felt so attached to Orion so quickly, maybe because Death told him that Orion was the perfect person for him. But he didn't think so. Whenever Orion touched him it felt like his body was… calm, and yet excited. When Orion's lips twitched into a smile Harry's heart beamed. And when Orion looked at him with those grey eyes… he felt complete, in a weird way.

Almost complete anyway.

They entered a large hallway that was bright, welcoming, and felt like home.

Merlin, he didn't want to get attached.

Just because Death said they were perfect for each other, it doesn't mean that they will be together.

As much as it pained Harry to admit that to himself.

"Orion," a woman said, and Harry looked up to find a beautiful woman who looked like Orion, only with blue eyes instead of grey. She was a few inches shorter than the 5'11 man next to him also, roughly Harry's height.

"Mother. This is Heir Hadrian Peverell. He is the one we found outside the wards. I have brought him here so you can finish healing him if that is okay?" Orion said, smiling slightly at his mother.

"Peverell? It has been a while since anyone with that name has been around the UK," she said, walking towards them with worry in her eyes as she looked Hadrian up and down.

"Yes, well, my parents and I moved back here about five years ago. We just stayed hidden because… well, I am sure you can imagine why. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Black," Harry said.

He didn't know fully where all his new found manners, or the story, were coming from, but he felt some link to Ignotus.

"It is a pleasure to meet you also, Heir Peverell. Though you may call me Melania. Where are your parents now?"

"Then you may call me Hadrian, or Harry," Harry said, a smile on his face which quickly turned into a frown, "Unfortunately my parents died about a year ago, Dragon Pox. I was on my way to Gringotts to finally claim my Lordship when my friend accosted me,"

"I am sorry to hear that, Hadrian. Will you be pressing charges against your friend?"

"We'll see," Harry said, "We definitely aren't friends any more, though,"

She nodded in understanding, "Right, let's get you to one of the bedrooms so I can take a look at your wound. I presume Saint Mungo's have given you potions and such?"

"Not since I woke up, no," Harry said as he and Orion were led up the grand stairs towards a bedroom.

"Tsk," she tutted, shaking her head, "Well, I will definitely be giving you at least some pain reliever,"

"That would be much appreciated, thank you," Harry sighed.

"Honestly, mother, I think the standards at Saint Mungo's are getting worse. They left his medical chart on his bed for all to see. They healed him from a potentially deadly wound in front of young children because all the other beds in the hospital were full so he had to be placed in the children's ward. It was ridiculous," Orion complained, sounding rather put upon.

She tutted again, shaking her head as she opened the door to a bedroom and pulled back the blankets on the bed, rearranging the pillows before patting the mattress and looking at Harry expectantly.

Harry sighed and sat on the bed, practically sinking into the softest mattress he had ever been on in his life.

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