Hey Nuggies! So I've been reading a lot, and I mean a lot, of HP Fanfiction where Harry is sent to another, or parallel, world to defeat Voldemort and where his parent live. Very cliche I know, but I have always wanted to write one! So, here I am and hopefully you keep reading it even though the thought had been done multiple times. The pairing is SLASH as with most of my fanfiction and I have yet to decide if it will be M!Preg or not or who Harry will be with. By the way, this will not really be book compliant. There will be some mentions of things that have happened in the books, but this will be AU so that means no Horcruxes!

So tell me who you would want Harry to be with and if you want it M!Preg. I will not pair him with any female characters. Feel free to leave your choices in a review or a PM.

I feel like I should also mention that Harry will be OOC.

Rating: M

Pairing: Harry/?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The franchise belongs to its rightful owner(s). I do not make any money off of this as this is just for entertainment purposes only. I do own my OCs.

Chapter Warnings: None

Please enjoy and don't forget to leave a review!

A/N: To the Guest, someone who didn't even have the audacity to leave their username, that left this message, 'Too bad. You seem to be waisting your writing talent with such a narrow view of life,' on March, 25, 2020 on the second chapter of this fanfiction.

First of all, wasting*.

Secondly, in big letters in the description of this fanfiction it says SLASH and oh lookie there it says it one more time in the opening of the fic! So, please, instead of leaving little comments like the one you left there is a back button you can use to leave quietly so everyone else can enjoy the fanfiction instead of having to read a note like this.

To everyone else, I am terribly sorry about that. Some people just don't have an open mind like the rest of us. I do hope y'all keep reading this.

Enjoy!

Harry was still curled up around his egg as Healer Nightingale entered the room carrying a large bag and wearing light green scrubs and a white over coat. He slowly sat up and watched as the Healer set his bag down and sit across from him and James, who had followed the Healer and sat down beside Harry.

"Good morning," Nightingale said as he pulled out Harrys' file from his bag and opened it on the coffee table. Harry could see that they had a small picture of him paper clipped to the file.

"Morning," Harry murmured as he moved his egg to the table beside him and made sure it was warm enough to just sit there for the moment while this was going on.

"How have you been since I last saw you?" the Healer asked as he ignored the egg thing his patient was fiddling with.

Harry bit his lip before licking the dry cracked lips, "Better than the last time," he admitted, "still really sore to move and I haven't done any magic."

Nightingale nodded as he brought out his wand slowly and made sure that Harry could see it before telling him he was going to run a diagnostics on him. Harry sat still as the wand waved over him since he knew it was best not to move during that spell. He watched a bit curiously as parchment left the wands' tip with words filled out about him.

The three of them sat in silence as the Healer read through the parchment once he was done waving his wand over Harry. He felt James' hand on his back and leaned into the warmth. "Well," Nightingale said a few moments later making Harry twitch a small bit at the sudden sound, "Your scans are really good compared to the last time. I would say a few more days of rest before doing anything considered strenuous and about a week before you can cast magic safely. At the moment I would recommend doing very light exercising such as taking short walks outside or even a few sit ups or push ups."

Harry nodded and gave the Healer a smile. "What you still need to be doing however," the Healer continued, "is gain more weight. You are severely underweight for someone of your height and age. If you can't eat full regular sized meals then I would say to eat less at each meal, but eat more frequently during the day."

"I can do that," Harry said as he nodded in agreement. He honestly had been feeling unwell after eating, but he wasn't one to complain. At least with his Healer saying something about it now he wouldn't have to bring it up later after he got sick again after eating. It also helped that James was beside him and heard what the Healer said.

Nightingale nodded back before he kept on, "Now, there are a few concerns. My scans are showing me that you have a few scars along the parts of your body that enable you to move and bend and my concern is that the scar tissue if kept the way it is will hinder the movement. You see, as your wounds continue to heal on the inside more scar tissue is going to form around the areas affected. It could form around very important ligaments for movement and could cause problems down the line. To help combat that is a very strong scar healing solution that you'll have to put in bath water and soak in for at least thirty minutes."

Harry held back a sigh and nodded once again as he took the prescribed parchment from the Healer. He would have to ask Lily if she could give it to Snape. He didn't really trust any one else to make his potions. After that the checkup with the Healer didn't take long at all. It was more of the Healer saying things to James about what was on the parchment while he started drifting off after grabbing his egg to warm back up. He didn't even notice when his Healer left.

The teen was brought out of his thoughts as the fireplace he was staring at flared up with green flames. He watched as a familiar black haired man walked through while holding two small children in his before he was followed by another man holding another child in his arms. Harry was quick to move his egg before little Corvus jumped on him with a soft, "H'rry!"

"Good morning," Harry said to Corvus before echoing it to the others who had come closer.

"Morning Harry-Bear!" Sirius chimed as he sent the small teen a crooked smile, "What's with the egg?" Grey/silver eyes glanced at the rather large egg before turning his eyes back to Harry.

"Phoenix egg," was all Harry said before his attention was taken by Corvus who began telling him of his morning and what he had for breakfast. Sirius only shook his head before walking to the kitchen where the scent of lunch was coming from. Lily had told him over breakfast that she was putting something on to slow cook so it would be finished by the time they got back from getting the twins and Sirius' and Remus' kid.

Harry was honestly a bit worried about meeting Silas and Sireli. He hoped that the two liked him, but he was unsure of how to act around sibling types. Sure he had Ron and Hermione around and Rons' siblings, but they were just his friends' siblings and had no blood relation to him. His own blood relations from his world were people he didn't want to speak of or compare others to.

Corvus was so sweet though. Especially to him. He could only hope that Silas and Sireli were as kind to him as well.

"Harry."

Looking up Harry saw Lily standing by the couch he was sitting on. She was wearing her traveling jacket and had her purse on her arm. "Yeah?" Harry asked before looking at the clock above the mantle. It seems like time had passed more quickly than he though while his mind was drifting. Glancing down he saw that Corvus was sleeping with his head on his lap.

"Ready to go?" she asked him.

"Um," Harry hummed as he glanced down to the little kid, "H-How about I stay here? With him I mean. Let him sleep a bit." he saw Lily giving him a look before he continued, "I-I don't think it would be a good idea for me to go. I really don't need a physical or emotional breakdown at the moment."

Lily studied her son for a few moments before nodded, "Alright. I'll let Remus and Sirius know that Corvus is here with you."

Harry let out a soft sigh of relief before giving his mother a small smile, "Thank you."

The redhead gave him a smile as well before leaning down and kissing the top of his head softly. "Of course," she said softly, "Whatever you need to heal." He watched as she turned and left the room before leaning back on the couch.

He turned and looked over the pictures over the mantle and took in the images of his brother and sister of this world. Silas' hair in that picture was short on the sides and longer on the top while Sireli had asymmetrical hair with one side being longer than the other and the ends just barely reached her chin. Harry was a bit confused about her hair, but if that was what she liked then he wouldn't say anything about it. It's not his body or anything and it wasn't hurting him.

His gaze turned back to the flames and he watched how they danced. It was strangely comforting to watch the flames and before he knew it he had joined Corvus in his nap. He couldn't help it. He was pinned down by the small child and the warmth of the flames and his egg made him comfortable and peaceful enough to fall asleep.

His dreams were weird to say the least.

Harry stood in the middle of a room that he could recognize as the Great Hall in Hogwarts. The tables were moved and the benches the students usually sat on were gone. Laying on the tables were things covered in sheets. The only light in the room was the few lit candles floating through the air, and they didn't give much light. Just enough that he could make out a few things.

The room was eerily silent making his footsteps louder than they should have been as he made his way to one of the tables. As he got closer he began to shake with fear as his brain slowly recognized the shapes under the sheets. Stopping at the first sheet he reached out with a shaking hand and gripped the top of the sheet. Harry slowly peeled it back exposing curly brown hair, blue toned pale skin, blue lips, and wide frightened brown eyes.

"Her-Hermione," Harry stuttered out as he felt his heart skip a beat. Quickly moving away he pulled sheet after sheet off the bodies laying on the tables. He was frantic. He needed to know who else was there.

Ron.

Neville.

Ginny.

Fred.

George.

Remus.

Tonks.

Kingsley.

Dumbledore.

McGonagall.

Snape.

Body after body was exposed to him and everyones' eyes were wide open with an expression of fear etched onto each of their faces. But before he could do anything else a deep sounding gong of a bell sounded through the room. It was the only sound he could hear besides his own heavy breathing.

He turned every which way to try and find the source of the gongs, but no matter where he looked he couldn't find the bell. The sounds were getting louder and louder all the while the gongs made his head swim and hurt. Falling to the floor on his knees he grasped his head in pain and let out a loud gasp. The sounds were becoming too much.

As fast as the sounds began they stopped.

Harry stayed in his kneeling position for a few moments as he got his bearings together and when he stood back up again he wasn't the only one standing. Looking around he was greeted to the frightened stares of the people he called friends, family, teachers, and protectors. All of them were were staring at him and no matter where he moved their eyes followed him.

"Why did you leave us Harry?"

Quickly turning around he spotted the sole speaker. Her beautiful brown curls laid lifeless as her mouth moved. "Why did you leave us Harry?" Hermione asked again.

"I-," Harry began before he was cut off.

"Why did you leave us Harry?"

"Why?"

"You left us Harry."

One by one the people surrounding him began their chants of accusatory remarks.

"You left us to die."

"Left."

"Gone."

"You abandoned us Harry!"

"You killed us!"

"YOU LEFT US!"

"YOU KILLED US!"

"DIE!"

"DEAD!"

"GONE!"

Harry tried his best to get the words out of his mouth. He didn't leave them behind. He didn't want to. He didn't kill them. 'Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Pleasestoppleasestoppleasestoppleasestop!' Harry frantically thought to himself as the voices got louder.

"You need to wake up now."

Harry let out a harsh cough as he sat up and he took no notice to the people close to him as he leaned over to his side. The coughing quickly turned to gagging as bile and bit of food forced itself out of his stomach. He heard a few people let out sounds of disgust and footsteps leaving the room as he kept emptying his stomach until there was nothing left in his stomach.

As he calmed down from being sick Harry felt a hand rubbing his back and a hand on his head keeping his hair out of the way. He slowly sat back and looked up to see James sitting beside him and Sirius sitting across from him. He saw James wave his wand to clean up the mess he made before he was slowly ushered up to his room to get cleaned up.

"Are you okay?" James asked as he closed the door to his room. The hazel eyes were full of concern as the man looked over his small son.

"I-I don't know," Harry confessed before slowly shuffling to the bathroom. He heard James let out a sigh before the sounds of drawers opening reached his ears.

"Do you need any help?" he heard James ask.

Biting his lip he thought over how shaky he was at the moment before asking James in he could stay in the bathroom with him as he showered. Just in case. After getting confirmation that the older man would stay close he got undressed and into the shower. As he showered he blurted out what happened in his dream. Words just left his mouth like vomit.

James all the while was silent and was letting his son speak all he needed to. He knew that Harry needed to get it out. After all speaking to someone was the greatest way to come to terms with trauma.

After feeling just a bit cleaner Harry sat down at the bottom of the shower and just let the hot water run over him. "W-What if it was really my fault?" Harry asked as he brought his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back to rest against the cold tile.

"How could it be your fault?" James asked as he clasped his hands together, "You didn't have any say in what happened to you. You didn't know that Voldemort would capture you or that a Royal Phoenix would whisk you away to our world. It's not your fault Harry. It never was and never will be your fault."

Harry finally let the tears that were gathering in his eyes fall letting them mingle with the water on his cheeks. He couldn't stop the choking sobs that left his throat. Someone actually believed that it wasn't his fault. As the tears feel memories of the last few days played through his head, and then the realization that there were people here that actually cared for him hit him hard.

James had to close his eyes as he listened to his sons' heart wrenching sobs. Tears of his own started to fill his eyes. He wanted to pull Harry close to him and hold him as he cried. Just as he had done when the twins were younger. Just like he had done for his own Harry before that Halloween night.

"Dad," James heard Harry choke out before his lap was occupied by a wet naked Harry. He wrapped one arm around Harry while he waved his wand around drying him off and summoning a soft fluffy towel to cover him with. He sat there rocking his child from another world as the teen finally let out everything he needed to. The grief, mourning, stress. Everything he had bottled up and needed to be released.

They sat there on the cold floor for over an hour past the time Harry had stopped crying. All the while James held him close and once and a while he would look down to see if Harry, after he had fallen silent, had fallen asleep. "Are you ready to face everyone?" James asked softly after a few more moments of silence. His bum was starting to hurt and he cursed the fact that he didn't think to put a cushioning charm on the floor.

Harry shook his head instantly before stopping and nodding his head. He didn't need to sequester himself away from every one. With a heavy sigh he got up off James' lap and started to get dressed in the clothes James had picked out. He wasn't surprised to see that the older man grabbed comfy clothes and thick socks. After brushing his teeth and slipping on house shoes he followed James down to where the others were.

Entering the living room he saw Remus sitting on the couch with their eldest, Orion 'Call me Teddy!', sitting beside him and their youngest, Corvus, on his lap. Looking around he didn't see anyone else and assumed they were scattered around the house. He shuffled his way past James to the couch he was sitting at earlier and saw his egg on the table still. Grabbing it he curled up on the couch and James, who had followed him to make sure he didn't fall, laid a soft blanket on him.

"Dad!"

Harry turned at the same time James did and saw Silas, his brother, running up to James. He was tall. Taller than himself by a lot. His hair was a red Harry hadn't seen before and his eyes shone brightly as he spoke to James. He felt a bit guilty that James had to tend to him when they got home since Silas, he had assumed, hadn't seen his father in a long while.

"-meet Harry."

Harry looked up as he heard his name being mentioned and saw Silas looking at him. "So," Silas began, "You're my brother from an alternate world?" Not knowing what to say Harry just nodded. "Nice to meetcha!" the red head continued as he just his hand out for Harry to shake, "I'm Silas!"