Chapter 1 [Magical Depletion]

Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Prince of Tennis…

I was pretty young when it happened... Uncle Vernon had heard his employees bragging about how of genius their children were to be able to play sports when they are so young.

So one day he hired a coach of sorts to at least be able to know if Dudley's had talent for any sports. Turns out he has an average ability but as he had less to no stamina at all, he was advised to exercise more to burn up his excess fats (to the Dursley's anger). He has arm strength gained from being a bully but he didn't have the patience to go with it. But the teacher also saw him that has potential. He is fast (as running from his cousin), has average stamina (for a seven year old malnourished boy), and the intelligence to think up strategies on the spot.

Tennis...

That one word his life turned upside down…

He was been reluctantly allowed to enter and was surprised that he had the talent for it. But as much as he was coached, to build up his hidden skills, the man was in it for it in his own money and cannot continue teaching him any longer with Dudley quitting, he had to quit too as he had been deemed the extra package. He may have never permitted toenter contests but he still practiced on his own time.

I don't know why I am remembering those memories now, but as I charge to the battle field for the last duel against a Dark Lord, perhaps it was my subconscious telling me that I have another option after this. I do not have to be an Auror anymore. I may have a 'saving people thing', but I can help without fighting anymore. There are many orphans after the battle that needed help. They do not have homes anymore, they are already without hope and he can help. Donating funds on orphanages is one thing but he could not imagine his life trapped in one country that its people and their attitude towards him are as fickle as changing clothes meaning they differ at moment's time. One second he's a hero, then next a villain, and a hero again. The constant changing is getting to him, he was patient, as sceptic as that was, but there is just a limit to a person's patience and he had to get out before he snapped.

The battle lasted for a while, he didn't know the exact moment that he defeated his enemy, but there is a silence for a while before the remaining students, parents and staffs cheered and the lasting foes escape. It took all of his remaining strength to walk around and find the ones who survived, he saw Tonks and Remus, the remaining Marauder and his wife, their hands clasped together until the end, left Teddy, his adorable godson behind. He had never been miserable to see that, as his remaining link to his father, dead. He saw the twins and his best friends at a side, with Percy's body, he pushed his brother aside and got hit with a Killing Curse from Lestrange when Molly defeated his wife. All has injuries and scrapes but thankfully some of them are alive. Ginerva, his ex-girlfriend, was embraced by his mother. And while he still love her, it was only a live between siblings, it took him a while to understand it himself that the jealousy when he feels when she was with someone is a brother-complex of his. He delighted the fact that she moved on. He saw Neville being surrounded by people and the bright shade of his face was telling him that he was being praised. He saw his best friends looked at him before he collapsed and his vision faded to blank. The last he heard was them shouting his name. 'HARRY!'

'Noisy.' He observed as he minutely opened his eyes and had to close them again when the sunlight targeted his eyes. "Ah…argh…" he blindly sat up and try to feel where his glasses are when he felt hands on his face and left an object and noticed that it was his glasses. He opened his eyes again and noticed that it was dimmed a little. His friends are surrounding him with anxious faces.

"Oh…What happened to me?" he asked them.

"Ah…You are awake Mr. Potter. You had your magical core severely depleted. You nearly died, it was only thanks to your remaining magic that you entered a healing coma. You had several injuries as well. You had better rest young man." He heard Madam Promfrey lecture him and saw his friends still staring at him. "What?"

"You gave as a scare, Harry mate. One moment you are walking then you know, just collapsed." Ron replied with a shrug but he can see his concern on his eyes.

"Yes. We tried to wake you, Harrykins. Shouted on your ear and everything... " said George as he was the twin that was awake, Fred is sleeping next to his bed out cold and just a little pale.

"How long was I unconscious?" he sighed as looked at them still lost.

"For that Mister Potter, it has been a week. You are one of the remaining few patients that are here. Some are transferred to St. Mungos and some only have minor injuries. Especially the younger student. You will glad to know that your friends did not suffer injuries such as dire as yours. I will have a diagnostic charm placed on you for other concerns." Madam Promfrey said as she brandished her wands with patterns that he cannot understand as she added, "You three miscreants were camping for most of the year so I had no doubt that I have to give you several nutrition potions for that." With a last flick, a parchment detailed with his medical history appeared on her hands and read them. "Hmmm…"

As she was examining the parchment, the men are still talking about what happened when Harry was in his coma. He learned that all the dead were buried just a day or two after the battle. The school is still in the middle of repair, some of the structure of Hogwarts was destroyed and the wards have to be renewed. The class will cancelled and the school will not be able to open in time for the September so many students had to review the course and their own. He also learned that his godson with his grandmother, was visiting him almost every day.

"I will be giving you regime of potions that you have to take every day from now until I said otherwise. According to this, you are malnourished. Some Nutrition Potion, Skele-grow ('urgh…'), and rest…plenty and lots of rest for you, Mister Potter. As you have a large magical core, it is still not replenished, so you will have to stop using magic for the time being. Any usage will have you weakened and we cannot have that." The mediwitch strictly said to him.

He just sighed and nodded his head, and as advised to him, he went back to sleep for a much needed sleep…

Author's Note: As I said on my profile, I had many story plots going on my head, and as this is still just a trial of sorts. It would be a welcome, if you comment if it a passable story to continue…

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