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This is my theory of Harry Potter 7 so here goes!

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Book Seven

Harry Potter and (The Fortress of Darkness?)

Chapter three

A visit to St. Mungo's

Harry arrived at the Burrow with Mr Weasley, Moody and Ron. Mrs Weasley dashed towards him.

"Oh Harry dear it's so wonderful to see you and just in time for Bill's wedding too!"

She hugged him blissfully. Harry began to go red and Ron said, "Mum I think you're choking him."

"Oh, sorry Harry dear!" She let go of Harry who was now gasping for breath.

Ron started to laugh.

"Oh shut up Ron!" Ginny Weasley the only girl in the family walked into the yard. "Hello Harry!"

Harry smiled "Hi Ginny, how are you?"

"I'm well thanks."

Together they all trooped into the Weasley's kitchen. Ron grabbed an apple and took a large bite.

"Won somefin ta eat mate?" said Ron, his mouth stuffed to bursting point.

"Thanks," said Harry, grinning broadly. They all sat down at the table and began talking about missing people and ministry officials who had gone missing over the summer.

"Did you hear about Stan Shunpike, you know, the conductor of the Knight Bus? Went missing a week ago, just after he was released from Azkaban."

Stan Shunpike was the conductor of the Knight Bus and had been put in Azkaban for "being part of Death Eater activity".

"They found him dead yesterday in a cave down south," growled Moody grimly.

"They're not sure if Death Eaters got him, or if it was an angry customer," said two voices at the same time.

Ron, Harry and Ginny started laughing. Fred and George Weasley had just walked into the kitchen.

"I'm hoping it's a customer!" said George jokingly

"Yeah, imagine an old witch hitting him over the head with an enchanted handbag or broomstick," said Fred, chuckling

They began laughing so hard that Ron fell backwards and hit his head on the concrete floor. They all went into hysterics. He got up looking red in the face and very embarrassed.

"It's not a joke you five, someone's dead and you shouldn't make fun of it," scowled Mrs Weasley.

They all stopped laughing at once, but still sat smirking at each other, as they couldn't keep a straight face.

Suddenly, before they knew it Mrs Weasley had lost her temper, "I SAID IT'S NOT FUNNY! WIPE THOSE BLOODY SMILES OFF YOUR FACES!" she howled looking at Fred, George and Ginny.

After lunch Harry went up with Ron to his bedroom. As they went up they could hear Mrs Weasley shrieking at Fred and George, telling them how they shouldn't make jokes about people who have been killed by Death Eaters. The twins were putting up a good fight though, arguing back. "It's not even confirmed that it was Death Eaters and that there was no Dark Mark above the-."

Ron slammed the door closed so that the rest of the argument was drowned out.

"Its weird," said Harry after a few moments

"What's weird?"

"Well I mean they put Stan into Azkaban for being a Death Eater and as he's released from Azkaban the Death Eaters pop him off."

"Harry they're not sure that it was even Death Eaters," said Ron impatiently, "but I guess you do have a point. He was convicted of being part of Death Eater activity; he's just been released and now he's suddenly dead."

"Maybe we should ask Hermoine what she thinks when she comes. When is she coming anyway?" asked Harry

"Tomorrow I think. Well, it's got to be soon since the wedding's in just under a week. We have to get everything ready, and help mum set up. Bill and Fleur have just left to go shopping to choose what they're going to wear-"

"I can't believe Bill's actually going to marry Phlegm!" grumbled Ginny, bursting into the room.

"You still don't like her, then?" asked Harry, grinning

"Who could? Oh yeah, Charlie's here and mum wants you to help him take his stuff up to his room."

Charlie was the second oldest of the Weasley children; Harry had only met him once, in his fourth year. He had enjoyed Charlie's visit even though it was a short one. He worked in Romania with dragons.

Ron, Harry and Ginny went downstairs. Charlie was in the kitchen, talking to Fred and George and they seemed to be in deep conversation.

"Wotcher Harry!" called Tonks.

Her hair was lilac and styled so strangely that it reminded Harry of a waterfall.

"Hello Tonks," said Harry, grinning. "Like the new hairstyle."

Tonks smiled. "Thanks Harry – got the idea from a magazine I read yesterday. It is quite interesting isn't it?" replied Tonks. She lowered her voice to a soft whisper. "Mrs Weasley doesn't like it much though, says it reminds her of Mundungus Fletcher for some odd reason and you know she hates him. Apparently he stole a bunch of stuff from Sirius' old house."

Harry's heart sank; he remembered attacking Mundungus last year when he had seen a goblet in a case with the Black Crest on it that Mundungus was holding.

"Yeah I know, I saw him with some of Sirius's items in Hogsmead last year and I a… sort of attacked him," said Harry, frowning slightly.

"That's understandable Harry, after all I guess that stuff is yours since it came from Grimmauld Place. Anyway, don't worry about it. Is Hermoine here yet?"

"Nope, she's coming tomorrow according to Ron," replied Harry, glad she changed the subject.

"Hiya, Harry! How're you doin' mate?" said Charlie excitedly

"Hey Charlie, I'm fine, what about you?"

"I'm great, got a new dragon last week that's why I'm so late. I was… ah, supposed to be here last week. Mum wasn't too pleased about it though." Charlie smiled and they immediately got into a conversation about different kinds of dragons.

Ron came downstairs, slightly red-faced and said, "Bloody hell Charlie! What the blazes do you have in those bag's?"

"Yeah, Charlie, what is in those bags?" asked Fred.

"Yeah, what was so heavy Won-Won couldn't get it up a few flights of stairs?"

Ron's ears went red, which happened whenever he got angry or embarrassed. He scowled at the grinning twins before turning to Harry. "Hey Harry lets go play a game of Quidditch. Anyone willing to join?"

"Yeah alright, little bro," said Fred, and George nodded.

"Why not?" said Ginny and Charlie.

They all went to get their brooms. Harry went upstairs and took out the Firebolt, Sirius had given him in his third year.

"Wow Harry, is that a real Firebolt?" asked Charlie, amazed.

"Yeah," said Harry, grinning slightly.

"Who gave it to you?"

Harry's stomach squirmed. He sighed and said quietly, "I got it as a present from my godfather." He couldn't bring himself to say Sirius' name.

"Wow – Sirius gave that to you? He must be really rich, mate! Come on everyone let's play some Quidditch – bet I'll hammer you all."

"Don't bet on it, Harry's Quidditch captain at Hogwarts," Fred pointed out.

"Bet he could give even you a run for your money, Charlie," grinned George.

"Fine - you're on! I was Quidditch captain too!" said Charlie. "Now, how about twenty Galleons if I win and if Harry wins I'll give you double?"

"Ten," said George

"Fifteen."

"Done!"

Ron walked slowly with Harry to the field and said quietly, "Sorry mate, mum and dad didn't tell him Sirius is um…" Ron couldn't bring himself to say the word 'dead'. "Well um… you know. Anyway, come on. Fred and George have bet on you; let's see if you can beat Charlie."

It didn't make Harry feel better that the Weasley twins had bet on him to win the match but the thought of flying on his broom and playing Quidditch for what probably would be the last time for a very long time lifted his spirits greatly and as Harry soared into the air on his Firebolt he forgot about what Charlie had said. For the rest of the afternoon Harry and the Weasley family enjoyed an exciting game of Quidditch. They were enjoying themselves so much that when Mrs Weasley called them for supper they were very reluctant to leave. (Of course Harry had caught the snitch, as Fred and George began getting a little worried, they kept asking him when he was going to catch the snitch, because Charlie, Ron and Ginny were leading eighty points to forty, Harry caught the snitch before Charlie had even seen it. As they landed their brooms Charlie gave Fred and George the forty Galleons he'd promised though he was very reluctant about it, he then scowled at Harry and they all went to eat supper.)

Once they had eaten triple helpings of Mrs Weasley's soup, meat loaf and treacle tart, however, they were glad to have joined the rest of the family for supper.

"Well then all of you, I think it's time for bed. Quickly now, we have a busy day a head of us tomorrow," said Mrs Weasley

Mrs Weasley looked at the time. "Goodness me I wonder where Bill and Fleur are?"

"I'm sure they've just gone out to a nice inn or to a pub in Hogsmead – isn't that where they were going?"

"I think so but in these times, nobody is stupid enough to be out so late," said Mrs Weasley looking very worried

"They'll be home soon darling, don't worry," said Mr Weasley

"Oh yeah, Harry you're going to sleep in my room tonight – that alright?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, that's great."

As they started going upstairs Bill and Fleur walked in through the back door, drenched in mud. Fleur's hair was all fuzzy, and Bill had two huge cuts, one on his face and another on his hand.

"Oh um … hi mum."

"Where have you two been, for goodness' sake its eleven o'clock! And why are you covered in mud?"

"We thought you'd all be sleeping. I guess we were wrong…" Bill smiled weakly. "Anyway we went to a get our robes for the wedding and, um..."

"And we did not like ze robes zey had in zat shop!" interrupted Fleur.

"So we a sort of, um... went to France and when we apparated to London I apparated into a huge puddle of mud."

"And I tried to 'elp eem up, and zen I fell in ze peddle too!"

Bill smiled nervously, and Mrs Weasely looked aghast.

"Bill we'll discuss this in the morning," said Mrs Weasley trying to keep her voice as calm as possible.

"Go and clean yourselves up, the rest of you – bed now!"

Mrs Weasley went into the kitchen and was talking anxiously and quickly to Tonks and Mad-Eye.

"Something's really not right about Bill's story, what do you think Harry?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, I agree."

Something was troubling Harry about Bill's story too – it did not seem convincing at all. It was as if they were too scared to say anything about what really happened.

Harry changed into his pajamas and lay in his bed thinking about the conversation between Bill and Mrs Weasley. Bill was definitely hiding something, that much was certainly very clear. But Harry would hear the outcome of it in the morning. He drifted to sleep quickly – after all he had had a busy day.

Sirius came in and out of his dreams and he dreamt that Lord Voldamort had destroyed his Firebolt, and Harry became very angry and was about to kill him when suddenly… he was back in the graveyard. Cedric's body lay there and Lucius Malfoy, Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange were sending curses at him, Dumbeldore was there, but refused to help him. Harry pleaded with him but Dumbeldore just looked at him through his half mooned spectacles, not saying a word. There was a high-pitched laughter and suddenly someone, a woman screamed.

Harry thought it was his mother but was woken with a jolt when a boy's voice shouting, "Harry wake up! Come on open your eyes, WAKE UP!"

Harry opened his eyes and vomited – there was blood everywhere.

"Someone get a towel! Do you think we should take him to St. Mungo's?" a woman's voice said.

"No it's not that serious, there's just a lot of blood. He'll be fine!" said another voice

"Molly what happened?" Remus Lupin came into the room. Harry could see his silhouette but it was very blurred. Harry was feeling extremely sick.

"Someone, or something tried to attack Harry!" he heard Mrs Weasley say. Her voice seemed so far away. Suddenly, Harry realized that the blood all over the room was his.

A million questions came into his head. What was going on? How did the thing get into his room? Who tried to kill him? Who wants him dead? He couldn't think, every part of his body was throbbing… but through his pain one name came to his head – Lord Voldamort has wanted him dead since he was born. He gasped for breath; he was in so much pain, he thought that he was going to die.

"It's all right Harry; you're going to be all right." Lupin was kneeling over him. He had his wand in his hand and began muttering a spell. "It's not healing the wounds properly, and I think he should go to St. Mungo's."

"But Arthur said he didn't need to-"

"Well, neither did I. Molly these wounds are cursed – only the Healers will be able to fully heal them, and he might even have scarring if we don't go quickly!"

"Where's Arthur?" said Mrs Weasley

"I sent him to alert the rest of the Order, they'll be here any moment. Molly I'll apparate with him now to St. Mungo's, the rest of you can join us when the rest of the Order arrives."

"But-"

"Molly you need properly qualified wizards preferably from the Order to escort you and since I'm the only member here at the time being, it would be safer to go with Moody or Kingsley when they arrive. We don't need another incident like this happening."

"Mum is Harry going to be alright?" Ginny sobbed as she walked into the room.

"They're taking him to St. Mungo's but he'll be fine, I promise."

Ginny began to wail uncontrollably, Fred and George hugged her and told her that he'd be fine. Harry saw Ron standing by the door in shock.

"Mum, where's Charlie, and Bill?" said George

"They've gone with you're father to alert the rest of the Order."

Lupin then looked at Molly and said, "I'm off, I'll meet you all at St. Mungo's and don't come by yourselves, it's not safe!"

With a pop Lupin and Harry apparated and arrived at St Mungo's a few minutes later.

It was either very late or very early morning, the streets were deserted and many lamps were not working.

"Lumos." Harry heard Lupin say, there was a bright light and Lupin came to the old department store. He walked to the ugly dummy that Harry recognized through his blurred eyesight from when he came here in his fifth year.

"I'm here to bring Harry Potter, who was attacked a few minutes ago," said Lupin

The dummy nodded and beckoned them inside with its finger. Lupin walked through the window and went straight to the front desk where there was a small queue. In the light Harry could see that his body and hands were full of blood.

St. Mungo's was fairly busy: a wizard was sitting with what looked like a wand up his nose and every time he sneezed different coloured sparks flew out the other end of the wand, there was a goblin covered with an abnormally thick layer of skin the colour of a plum and in front of them a witch who had shoes on that wouldn't stop tap dancing.

There was a young but tired looking witch at the front desk. "Ground floor," she said to the wizard with the wand up his nose, "How does someone get a bloody wand up their nose?" she muttered under her breath

"NEXT."

"Third Floor sir," she said to the goblin, "A healer will get rid the thickness and discolouration of you're skin. The goblin marched through the double doors and quickly out of sight.

"Next please!"

The witch was gesturing with her hands pointing at her shoes.

"Fourth Floor, ma'am."

"Hello Remus come for you're potion?" asked the witch sweetly, but then she saw Harry. Her eyes lingered over his scar for a minute, and she then looked at his blood-drenched body.

"Goodness me, is this Harry-" the witch whispered

"Yes Lilly, now where do I take him?" asked Lupin quickly

"Yeah, um... was it an animal or a spell?"

"I'm not sure."

"Take him to the fourth floor; I'm sure the Healers there will be able to recognize if it's animal or not, I'll make sure there's a healer waiting for you when you get there."

"Thanks," smiled Lupin

He took Harry through the double doors and hurriedly went up the steps.

"You doing alright there Harry?"

"I've been better," said Harry through clenched teeth

"The Healers will be able to sort you out, don't worry."

"Trust me I'm not," said Harry sarcastically

They jumped the last step and finally arrived on the fourth floor. Indeed two Healers were standing by the door waiting for them, one looked very old with a small grey moustache and not a hair was seen on his head. The other was very young and looked like he had just qualified. He had brown-blonde hair which was fat in the back and spiked in the front and a very freckly face. His hair sort of reminded Harry of Tonks.

"Remus," said the one Healer nodding at him.

"Hi Irvin," said Remus smiling

"Who's this then, Lilly said it was someone important."

"This is Harry Potter," said Lupin disapprovingly at the Healer named Irvin's reaction.

"Harry, this is Healer Irvin Rigby," said Lupin, he then went slightly pale and said softly, "He's been here for ages, treated me when I got bitten."

"Give him to me," said the other Healer who took Harry from Lupin and set him down on a bed."

"Is it an animal or spell?" said Lupin nervously after a few moments.

"Definitely a spell, good job bringing him here Remus," said Healer Rigby, "Could've died, well I guess not really cause someone did a shoddy job in trying to heal them, but these wounds seem cursed so of course a counter curse wouldn't heal them fully."

"Do you mind waiting outside, we'll call you when we're done, then you can come and see him." said the other Healer.

"Oh yeah, of course."

As Lupin went outside into the waiting room, he saw through a window the first sign of dawn; it must be six o'clock in the morning, he thought.

Suddenly, he heard voices, Kingsley Shackelbolt, Mad-Eye Moody, and Mr and Mrs Weasley had just arrived.

"How is he Remus?" said Moody

"He's with the Healers right now; they said it was definitely a spell."

"Oh dear, but he is going to be alright." Said Mrs Weasley anxiously.

"Yeah, they think he'll be fine."

"They think, THEY THINK!" shrieked Mrs Weasley

"Molly, calm down," said Mr Weasley calmly

"Arthur! I will not calm down, if Harry dies it'll be our fault, we refused to have any Order members posted outside our house-"

"Molly-"

"Oh it'll be fine, our house is safe-"

"Molly listen-"

"Why didn't we just-"

"MOLLY HE'S NOT GOING TO DIE!"

Mr Weasley had shouted so loudly that everyone in the hospital went silent and looked at them.

A security wizard came and told them off, telling them that they're in a hospital and if they don't stop screaming like wild wizards from the jungle, they would either have to leave or be physically removed. Mrs Weasley wanted to blast the Security Wizard but knew if she did she'd be in deep trouble, and they wouldn't be allowed to see Harry.

"Ha, me, a wild witch from the jungle? Hmph! I'll show him!" said Mrs Weasley angrily under her breath.

"Molly, don't, otherwise we definitely won't be able to see Harry." said Mr Weasley

"I'm not stupid, Arthur!" she snapped

They were all waiting nervously to hear how Harry was.

"Molly, how come the other kids aren't here?" asked Kingsley calmly

"Oh I told them that once we knew Harry was fine we would come back and fetch them, so they can see him. And of course Hermoine is coming and someone has to be there when she comes," she said in an unnaturally polite voice.

"Oh," said Kingsley, he smiled sweetly.

It was half past seven; it looked like it was going to be a hot summer's day, though there was still a very eerie mist about.

The Healer named Irvin came out and Mrs Weasley and Lupin immediately jumped up.

"How is he?" said Mrs Weasley

"He'll be fine; we want to keep him here for a day or two just until the wounds have fully re-healed themselves."

"Can we go and see him?" said Lupin

"You may, but please be quiet, he's just fallen asleep."

Lupin told Molly that she and Arthur could go in first.

They went up to the fourth floor and quietly walked into the room, Harry opened his eyes and smiled.

"Sorry Harry did we wake you?" said Mr Weasley gently

"Nah," said Harry smiling, "I wasn't really sleeping; I just pretended to be so that stupid Healer would stop asking me stupid questions about Voldamort."

They both winced at the sound of the name but didn't say anything. Mr Weasley smiled and sat down in the chair next to his bed. "Here you are, Molly." He made a chair appear from thin air.

"Mr Weasley what exactly -"

"Happened, well, we're not exactly sure, Harry," said Mr Weasley frowning. "But mark my words, we'll find out who did it."

"But how did it get into the bedroom and who saw?"

"Ron woke up because he heard a funny sound, he sat up, and when his foot touched the floor he felt something wet and when he looked it was red and coming from you. He saw a silhouette of someone or something and screamed. The thing disappeared; it apparated out of Ron's room and we couldn't find it. Most of the Order showed up and searched the garden and the house."

Harry gulped. He was very worried, and it must have shown on his face because Mr Weasley reassured him that they'd find the culprit.

The Weasleys and the rest of the Order left. Mrs Weasley promised him that Ron, Hermoine and Ginny would visit him soon. Lupin came to say good-bye; he smiled gently and told him that he'll visit him when he gets a chance. "Well you know the full moons up tonight so um ... I won't be able to see you for a while but I'm sure by the time its all over you'll be out of St. Mungo's, perfectly cured. Anyway Harry I better go," he then spoke in a whisper. "Got some unfinished business that I've got to do for the Order before my transformation." Lupin began to walk to the door. "See you Harry."

"Sir, wait!" Lupin turned around, "Thanks for, um, well, saving me."

Lupin just smiled and walked out the door.

Finally at three o'clock that afternoon, Hermoine, Ginny, Fred and George burst into the room.

"Oh Harry!" Hermoine was red in the face. "How are you feeling? When I heard... oh Harry!" She hugged him.

"Hello, Hermoine," said Harry warily, pulling a face at Ginny, Fred and George.

Hermoine let go of Harry. Harry looked around the room, "Where's Ron?"

Ginny looked at him nervously, "Well Harry, you know how Ron is around blood and he sort of saw what happened to you -"

"What Ginny is trying to say is that Ron's a bit shaken up –" said Fred

"So he's coming sometime later tonight with mum," interrupted George

Ginny suddenly resembled an angry looking Mrs Weasley, "WHY DO YOU TO KEEP INTURUPTING ME WHEN I TALK! IM NOT STUPID, I CAN TALK FOR MYSELF THANKS!"

"Sorry Ginny," said Fred and George together, not sounding the least bit sorry at all. They smiled, winked and out of the corner of his mouth Fred said, "We'll come back later."

"Yeah, when the volcano is finished erupting!" grinned George

"OY, you two I heard that!"

And without another word Fred and George left the ward, chuckling softly.

Hermoine, Harry and Ginny sat talking about the disappearances that had occurred in the Daily Prophet that morning until the early evening – then Mrs Weasley walked in and told the two of them that it was time to let Harry rest. They bade him good-bye and walked out of the ward.

In his mind Harry kept going over the previous night's events suddenly he realized something. The scene from the boys' bathroom of Draco Malfoy lying on the ground blood spurting everywhere from three cuts on his body flashed into his mind. He looked down at his own body – three cuts in the exact same place. "Sectumsepra!" Harry said aloud by mistake.

"What, dear boy?" said an old man in the ward across from him. The man sat up in his bed and looked at him wildly, he then turned over and Harry could hear faint snores coming from him.

Harry smiled slightly and then went back to thinking: could Snape have been in Ron's room? Could he have cast Sectumsepra on Voldamort's orders? Many questions popped into his head, but he was overwhelmed by tiredness. He decided he'd speak to Ron and Hermoine when they came the next morning, turned over and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.