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Chapter One
Harry drummed his fingers on the white table and glanced around at the white walls. His starched white uniform clung uncomfortably. He slouched in his chair and sighed. The entire room, including the air, was completely sterile.
"Why am I here?" he asked irritably, breaking the silence. The man across the table from him, a muggle, raised an eyebrow and looked him over. He was balding, and the fluorescent lights of the room reflected off of his brow and glared painfully at Harry.
"Mr. Potter, do you still believe that you are a...wizard?"
Harry rolled his eyes "I did".
"And, Mr. Potter, do you believe that you have the ability to use magic?"continued the doctor.
"I kicked the habit."he replied with sarcasm.
"That does not answer the question, Mr. Potter"
"Yes. Okay? Yes, I can do magic. Is that so hard to believe?" Harry demanded, raising his voice.
There was a pause as the white-haired doctor looked over some papers in a white folder.
"Mr. Potter, neither of your parents are living...correct?"
"That's right." Harry muttered in disgust.
There was another pause.
"Could the death of your parents, Mr. Potter, have anything to do with the aggression displayed yesterday in the streets of London?"
Harry looked annoyed at the question "Aside from the fact that I was about to overtake the killer of my parents and save the lives of countless people...Not at all."
It was the doctor's turn for irritation. "Mr. Potter, do you not think that the murder of your mother and father is a matter to be settled by the police?"
A laugh was Harry's only response.
"Mr. Potter, I am going to perscribe for you a mild anti-psychotic. You will remain here until your court date. Hopefully by then your story will have changed."
Harry watched the doctor slap the folder closed and stomp out of the room.
The door locked automatically behind him, encasing Harry in what felt like a tomb of sterility and death.
"Dammit!" Harry screamed, kicking one of the padded white walls.
There was a sigh from the corner of the room. Harry whirled around, and smiled.
Hermione had apparated into the cell, and was standing in the corner looking irritable. "Mr. Potter, just exactly what did you think you were doing?" she asked coldly.
Harry walked over to her. "Hermione, what are you doing here? You could be caught...". His sentence was abruptly cut short as Hermione pulled Harry into a kiss. He leaned into her, nuzzling her into the corner, responding eagerly to her every touch.
Since leaving Hogwarts two years ago, Hermione had grown tall and curved. Her hair had calmed itself and her face had become more defined. Her cinnamon brow eyes examined him carefully. Hermione Granger was attractive. An unconventional beauty, but a beauty nonetheless, and Harry had found her extremely hard to resist when they both began working for the Ministry as Aurors. Ron, of course was as wild about her as he had ever been, but he worked for a more governmental end of the Ministry. Although very high up in his department, he and Hermione rarely interacted. The relationship between Harry and Hermione was therefore kept soley between them as Hermione made up her mind which of the two males interested in her she would pick. Harry knew it would eventually come to be Ron, but he decided to savor the female attention while it lasted.
"Harry, what were you thinking, making a show in front of all of those Muggles? Look at you here, locked up in this asylum like some type of animal" Harry bowed to her scolding, but was strongly aware of her hand running lightly over his chest.
"Hermione, you know!" He retorted "Voldemort...he was RIGHT THERE. He was about to lash out on the muggles. It would have been hell on earth. I had to intervene!"
"Harry, you have created the largest disaster in the history of the Ministry of Magic"
"I seem to be rather good at disasters, Hermione. My forte, I guess."
"Why didn't you let Voldemort do what he had come to do without interruption? That would have given the Ministry time to dispatch help and we could have ended it all without a fuss."
"Waiting would have cost lives, Hermione"
"It's a moral call, Harry." she said with a shrug.
The day before, Harry had been in the subway tunnels of the Muggle London Underground when he nearly collapsed with the searing pain of his scar. He looked up blindly, and gazed glass eyed before him at the dark figure of Voldemort. The Dark Lord was standing on the stair leading down to the tunnel, surrounded by a cluster of cloaked death-eaters. Hundreds of Muggles bustled back and fourth, but Harry knew that Voldemort saw him...was able to single his face out amongst the hundreds of other humans.
Voldemort had grown formidable, almost to his full strength. He had been targeting Muggles as his victims, feeding off of their naieve power. If nothing was done soon, Harry had the fear in his gut that the second reign of darkness was at hand.
Harry had watched Voldemort raise his wand high above the crowd, who suddenly seemed to notice his presence, the glowing red eyes sunk into the snakelike face. Voldemort contorted his thin lips into a foreboding smile, and Harry knew at that moment that it was now or never.
"Avada Kedarva" Harry screamed, drawing his wand from his back pocket and aiming it straight at the dark lord. The turned their gaze towards him.
Harry had yelled the curse a moment too late, and the flash of green light from the wand of Voldemort made him painfully aware of his tardiness. His scar stung and he collapsed unconscious. When he came to, he had found himself on a streacher being loaded into an ambulance.
"He's awake"a voice above him said.
"What is your name sir?" Another voice asked
"Harry...Potter" He had moaned, delerious from the pain.
"Harry, do you know what happened?" the first voice asked.
Harry suddenly jolted upright "Did...did Voldemort get away? I was so bloody close! What...what happed? I don't know what happened after the curse, I fell unconscious. "
"Lay down Harry!" said the second voice, and Harry felt a hand on his chest pressing him back down firmly.
"Who is Voldemort?" An third voice asked, barely audible over the sirens.
"The...dark wizard...he is responsible...I almost stopped him...I'm an auror, you see..."Harry said, passing out again.
When he awoke for the second time, he found himself where he was at the moment, locked in the asylum.
He explained all of this firmly to Hermione, who looked at him as if he had completely screwed up.
"'Mione...you've got to understand...I was just doing my job...I tried to explain...they suspect ME for killing those people in the subway tunnel. They think I'm crazy. I don't know what to do".
"I believe you, Harry. But it's going to be a tough job explaining it to the ministry. Things are insane right now. Everybody's scared since Voldemort's rise to power. This is just icing on the cake, babe." Hermione said.
Harry examined the tiled white floor.
Hermione lightly kissed his scar, which she knew was the most sensitive part of his whole anatomy. Harry nearly fell to his knees with the pleasure derived from her simple touch.
"Let's get you out of here, Harry"
"No! I can't leave. I'll never be able to show my face in muggle London again"
"The Ministry will handle it. Anyway, you're no good to anybody locked up in this padded cell, especially me." She said with a wicked smile, grabbing the crook of his arm.
Anyone who had looked into the white tomb at that moment would have seen two people vanish.
Would they then believe in magic?
To be continued...Keep reading!
Enjoy, and please review!
Chapter One
Harry drummed his fingers on the white table and glanced around at the white walls. His starched white uniform clung uncomfortably. He slouched in his chair and sighed. The entire room, including the air, was completely sterile.
"Why am I here?" he asked irritably, breaking the silence. The man across the table from him, a muggle, raised an eyebrow and looked him over. He was balding, and the fluorescent lights of the room reflected off of his brow and glared painfully at Harry.
"Mr. Potter, do you still believe that you are a...wizard?"
Harry rolled his eyes "I did".
"And, Mr. Potter, do you believe that you have the ability to use magic?"continued the doctor.
"I kicked the habit."he replied with sarcasm.
"That does not answer the question, Mr. Potter"
"Yes. Okay? Yes, I can do magic. Is that so hard to believe?" Harry demanded, raising his voice.
There was a pause as the white-haired doctor looked over some papers in a white folder.
"Mr. Potter, neither of your parents are living...correct?"
"That's right." Harry muttered in disgust.
There was another pause.
"Could the death of your parents, Mr. Potter, have anything to do with the aggression displayed yesterday in the streets of London?"
Harry looked annoyed at the question "Aside from the fact that I was about to overtake the killer of my parents and save the lives of countless people...Not at all."
It was the doctor's turn for irritation. "Mr. Potter, do you not think that the murder of your mother and father is a matter to be settled by the police?"
A laugh was Harry's only response.
"Mr. Potter, I am going to perscribe for you a mild anti-psychotic. You will remain here until your court date. Hopefully by then your story will have changed."
Harry watched the doctor slap the folder closed and stomp out of the room.
The door locked automatically behind him, encasing Harry in what felt like a tomb of sterility and death.
"Dammit!" Harry screamed, kicking one of the padded white walls.
There was a sigh from the corner of the room. Harry whirled around, and smiled.
Hermione had apparated into the cell, and was standing in the corner looking irritable. "Mr. Potter, just exactly what did you think you were doing?" she asked coldly.
Harry walked over to her. "Hermione, what are you doing here? You could be caught...". His sentence was abruptly cut short as Hermione pulled Harry into a kiss. He leaned into her, nuzzling her into the corner, responding eagerly to her every touch.
Since leaving Hogwarts two years ago, Hermione had grown tall and curved. Her hair had calmed itself and her face had become more defined. Her cinnamon brow eyes examined him carefully. Hermione Granger was attractive. An unconventional beauty, but a beauty nonetheless, and Harry had found her extremely hard to resist when they both began working for the Ministry as Aurors. Ron, of course was as wild about her as he had ever been, but he worked for a more governmental end of the Ministry. Although very high up in his department, he and Hermione rarely interacted. The relationship between Harry and Hermione was therefore kept soley between them as Hermione made up her mind which of the two males interested in her she would pick. Harry knew it would eventually come to be Ron, but he decided to savor the female attention while it lasted.
"Harry, what were you thinking, making a show in front of all of those Muggles? Look at you here, locked up in this asylum like some type of animal" Harry bowed to her scolding, but was strongly aware of her hand running lightly over his chest.
"Hermione, you know!" He retorted "Voldemort...he was RIGHT THERE. He was about to lash out on the muggles. It would have been hell on earth. I had to intervene!"
"Harry, you have created the largest disaster in the history of the Ministry of Magic"
"I seem to be rather good at disasters, Hermione. My forte, I guess."
"Why didn't you let Voldemort do what he had come to do without interruption? That would have given the Ministry time to dispatch help and we could have ended it all without a fuss."
"Waiting would have cost lives, Hermione"
"It's a moral call, Harry." she said with a shrug.
The day before, Harry had been in the subway tunnels of the Muggle London Underground when he nearly collapsed with the searing pain of his scar. He looked up blindly, and gazed glass eyed before him at the dark figure of Voldemort. The Dark Lord was standing on the stair leading down to the tunnel, surrounded by a cluster of cloaked death-eaters. Hundreds of Muggles bustled back and fourth, but Harry knew that Voldemort saw him...was able to single his face out amongst the hundreds of other humans.
Voldemort had grown formidable, almost to his full strength. He had been targeting Muggles as his victims, feeding off of their naieve power. If nothing was done soon, Harry had the fear in his gut that the second reign of darkness was at hand.
Harry had watched Voldemort raise his wand high above the crowd, who suddenly seemed to notice his presence, the glowing red eyes sunk into the snakelike face. Voldemort contorted his thin lips into a foreboding smile, and Harry knew at that moment that it was now or never.
"Avada Kedarva" Harry screamed, drawing his wand from his back pocket and aiming it straight at the dark lord. The turned their gaze towards him.
Harry had yelled the curse a moment too late, and the flash of green light from the wand of Voldemort made him painfully aware of his tardiness. His scar stung and he collapsed unconscious. When he came to, he had found himself on a streacher being loaded into an ambulance.
"He's awake"a voice above him said.
"What is your name sir?" Another voice asked
"Harry...Potter" He had moaned, delerious from the pain.
"Harry, do you know what happened?" the first voice asked.
Harry suddenly jolted upright "Did...did Voldemort get away? I was so bloody close! What...what happed? I don't know what happened after the curse, I fell unconscious. "
"Lay down Harry!" said the second voice, and Harry felt a hand on his chest pressing him back down firmly.
"Who is Voldemort?" An third voice asked, barely audible over the sirens.
"The...dark wizard...he is responsible...I almost stopped him...I'm an auror, you see..."Harry said, passing out again.
When he awoke for the second time, he found himself where he was at the moment, locked in the asylum.
He explained all of this firmly to Hermione, who looked at him as if he had completely screwed up.
"'Mione...you've got to understand...I was just doing my job...I tried to explain...they suspect ME for killing those people in the subway tunnel. They think I'm crazy. I don't know what to do".
"I believe you, Harry. But it's going to be a tough job explaining it to the ministry. Things are insane right now. Everybody's scared since Voldemort's rise to power. This is just icing on the cake, babe." Hermione said.
Harry examined the tiled white floor.
Hermione lightly kissed his scar, which she knew was the most sensitive part of his whole anatomy. Harry nearly fell to his knees with the pleasure derived from her simple touch.
"Let's get you out of here, Harry"
"No! I can't leave. I'll never be able to show my face in muggle London again"
"The Ministry will handle it. Anyway, you're no good to anybody locked up in this padded cell, especially me." She said with a wicked smile, grabbing the crook of his arm.
Anyone who had looked into the white tomb at that moment would have seen two people vanish.
Would they then believe in magic?
To be continued...Keep reading!