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After waking them up sufficiently and describing the situation to them he brought his dumbstruck friends down to the room were their injured son was. Lily had tears in her eyes and James looked like he was just struck by lightning. When they got to the living room Harry was still behind the couch and peaked nervously out at them. "H-hi" he stammered and looked down at the floor.

Lily looked at his form and said to Sirius "I had hoped you were exaggerating…" then she was kneeling down next to the small boy. "Hi Harry my name is Lily and I'm going to help you out with your injuries okay?" she asked. He just nodded and looked away. "Okay honey can you take your shirt off for me?"

He fidgeted a second before saying "Do-do I have too-o?"

"Yes, dear I'm sorry but I need to get a better look at you."

"Okay" he pulled his shirt off. Sirius and James's eyes widened and James motioned for Sirius to go with him to the kitchen.

James sat down at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands. He was trying desperately to keep the tears back and he felt Sirius grip his shoulder.

"Well you know what this means," James sighed. "Voldemort finally got us."

Sirius let out a strangled cry and sat next to him, "He must have gotten all of the Marauders because none of us would have let this happen."

"I know mate, I know."

They sat in silence for a few minutes before James started to head for the door. "Well," he said determinedly, "I'm going to help to my son."

*MEANWHILE*

Lily had to choke back a sob at the pitiful state of the young boy. His pasty skin was marred with cuts and almost none of it shown without a bruises or cuts. But the worst by far was the word "FREAK" written in large letters across his small chest. At the sight of the distress on Lily's face he quickly became ashamed and tried to hide himself.

"I-I'm s-sorry." He stuttered and started to put his large and ragged shirt back on. But Lily put her hand up to stop him. She looked into the eyes that mirrored her although they were slightly lined with tears. "Why are you sorry dear?" she asked.

Harry looked at his feet and said "I'm sorry miss, for being such an ungrateful freak."

Lily was taken aback. This line was obviously drilled into his mind. Probably by abuse and pain but she pushed these thoughts away.

"No, dear you are not a freak and you are not ungrateful. You are an amazing young boy and do you know what?"

Harry sniffled a second looking like he was having an inner battle. After a minute he looked up at Lily, "What?" then stiffened as if expecting her to hit him.

"I am your mother, and the man with the messy hair, he is your father."