Living in the past
Summary : Yet another time travel fic where Harry travels to the Potters era. This story is NOT a slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to J.K Rowling.
Author's Note: Phewww... So here is another chapter. Thank you to FangFan 97 and petites sorcieres for the lovely review. And also to all who add my story on alert. I had written this chapter long ago but their were some family problems happening here... and life is going very depressive. OK! stoping my distressing thoughts... lets continue the story. Also English is not my native language.
Chapter 2:
It will not be wrong to say that Charlus Potter was beyond angry. The healer employed in St. Mungos, was marching with fuming anger towards his mansion from the corridors of 'accident and injury' department of St. Mungos.
Once again James had crossed the father's limit of tolerance. His wife Dorea had just fire-called him telling the tale that how their raven had once again pulled a prank against a poor house-elf resulting in the elf's hand burned. Ok! Children are used to be cheeky and naughty. But James' stunts were now begun to leading towards the injuries for others. And the more he is growing; their son is becoming more arrogant.
Suddenly a mediwitch burst from the turn of corridor, almost colliding with him. Her breathings were fast like she had been running from a long distance.
"Healer Potter... Healer Potter...! *breathing heavily* I was just searching for you...! Your son is in the room no 212, currently unconscious!"
All the anger of the father banished upon hearing this and he started to run towards the designed room in such an adrenile that the man didn't known have ever possessed. Upon reaching at the room with shaking breaths and sweaty hands, the father tried to calm himself praying silently to turn this frightful event into a stupid joke or a vile dream. Slowly but courageously raising his shaking hands towards the knob of the room, afraid to be seen by any disturbed images the father pushes it open scanning for his son. The sight of the boy in the bed almost brings tears in his eyes. The Child was lying motionless on the bed almost all part of the body were covered all over in bandages, his face deathly pale.
The only aged wizard moved slowly towards the patient, watching his son's face carefully. The raven's face was so calm and serene, like he was dreaming something wonderful. But the father knows from his healer's sight and the extent of the injuries that the boy was anything but calm. The child's hands, chest and legs were heavily wrapped with bandages while some of the visible sides of his body contain very nasty marks and scratches. And his son' face was unhealthily pale along with some scratches here and there.
"...Broken shoulder joints, deep scaring, some dark curses..."
The statement of the mediwitch brings him back in reality. But how on the earth had James got so many injuries? His son was at home, enjoying his vacations! And here in the bed, he was lying like some survived war soldier. The bruised child was looking so small in the engulfing bed that it melted the heart of the father. The healer started to stroke the child's hair gently, afraid to give him any pain.
"Oh son! What happened to you? Who did this to you...? How you got so many injuries?"
While stroking his child's hair, some of the soft silky hair sides from the boy's head showing a permanent lightning bolt scar.
"What...?"
The green dreamy eyes stairs at the aged father startling more, stopping his exclaiming action.
End Notes: So! What do you think. I completely accepts that this story is not proper written and dramatic by any means comparing to other fabulous ones. But do criticize me and help me to improve. Also give me your opinions so that I will be motivated.
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