Chapter 3: The Gizmos and Gadgets Association

The gentle swaying of the broom soon caused Harry to fall into a calm sleep, and he only awoke when he felt himself touch the ground as they landed.

Without opening his eyes, Harry could hear the footsteps of his guard as they came to help him into the House of Black, now known as Headquarters.

"Now, now, Harry. We need to get you inside."

Harry couldn't tell who was talking, but he didn't really care.

He was lifted into the arms of one of the guard, and was taken into the building.

He finally opened his eyes when he was put down on a couch.

He saw that he was on a couch in the 'living room' even though it couldn't quite be described as such.

Standing in front of him was the guard, and Dobby the house-elf.

"Here, Harry Potter, sir" he squeaked, handing Harry a glass bottle of orange liquid.

Harry nodded and pried the stopper off of the bottle; he then drank the liquid quickly, so that he had no time to 'enjoy' the taste.

"Madam Pomfrey gives it to Dobby to gives it to Harry Potter, sir. Madam Pomfrey says it makes Harry Potter feel better, she says."

Indeed, Harry did feel a bit better.

"Thanks" he choked out.

Dobby smiled toothily and disappeared with a 'Crack!'

Dumbledore stepped forward. "Do you feel up to going the rest of the way to Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded.

"Marlene? Will you help him up? You too Severus?"

Harry groaned inwardly. Snape? Touching me? Nasty. He thought

But never the less, Snape came forward with Beckham and they helped him to his feet.

Together, they walked to the fireplace in the next room, and Lupin tossed some floo powder into the grate.

"Do you want somebody else to go first?" Lupin asked him gently.

Harry nodded, so Atnick stepped into the fire and said "Hospital Wing, Hogwarts" and disappeared.

Lupin threw more powder in and this time Harry felt Beckham and Snape helping him into the fire. They placed him in a sitting position and he said "Hospital Wing, Hogwarts"

He felt a swirling sensation and the next thing he saw was Bruce Atnick reaching out his arms to help him out of the fire.

He allowed himself to be helped, and he soon saw Madam Pomfrey rushing towards him.

"Oh dear! You poor boy. Those muggles and their duelling! My, my! Atnick, please bring him here – to this bed"

Atnick started to help Harry walk across the room but –

"No, NO!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Not like THAT! He could KILL himself! No, no. Pick him up"

Harry looked at Bruce, and shook his head slightly.

Atnick looked back to Madam Pomfrey.

"No. I don't think he would like that, you know?"

She looked as mad as Harry had ever seen her, including the time that the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team had stormed into the hospital wing to visit Harry.

"No I DON'T know, Atnick. Potter needs rest, not ACTIVITY! Now, LIFT him up and bring him here"

Atnick glanced a look at Harry, and together they continued to walk across the room.

"Atnick. I'm warning you! LIFT HIM UP NOW! You don't want to hurt him, do you? No. So LIFT HIM UP!"

But by this time, they had already arrived at the bed, and Harry was busy getting into the bed.

"Madam Pomfrey?"

"Oh? Yes Dear?"

"I wanted to walk"

"Oh" Madam Pomfrey blushed.

"But now you can take care of me 'cause my throat is killing me" finished Harry with a cough.

The nurse bustled over to his bed. On her way she told Atnick to wait for the rest of the group of people coming in the next room – the waiting room.

As the over-protective nurse took care of him, Harry let his mind wander.

That man – Atnick. Bruce. – He looks familiar. Like . . . oh, who is it? He has the same black hair and dark brown eyes. He even has the same build, but who is it? Oh, I don't know. But he looks and acts like . . . AH! Why can't I remember? This is SO irritating!

What finally brought Harry back to where he was, was Madam Pomfrey pouring a potion down his throat.

He choked on it and so she poured an Unclogging Draught into his mouth, which, of course made him choke more until he managed to swallow it.

"There, there, Potter." she chirped, "You should get some sleep now. But I suppose the Headmaster and his Gizmos and Gadgets Association would like to see you. So I'll give you half an hour."

And with that, she left to go to her office.

As soon as she left, in came the group of people that had taken Harry to Headquarters, led by Dumbledore.

"Hi" he said.

"Hello Harry" replied Dumbledore as the others nodded. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, I suppose" Harry shrugged.

"You look a lot less pale" spoke up Moody.

"That's a good thing, right?" Harry joked.

Lupin, Beckham and Flat all smiled at that.

"Yes it is, boy," replied Moody.

"And . . ." began Harry, wondering whether or not to voice the question. "And, well, why did Madam Pomfrey say that the Gizmos and Gadgets Association would like to talk to me?"

This time, everybody laughed.

It was Bruce Atnick who explained.

"The Gizmos and Gadgets Association meetings are what Dumbledore tells people he is going to or hosting when there are really Order meetings. He uses it as a code name for letters too"

"Oh" replied Harry, and then laughed as well. "Can I use it as a name in letters too so that I don't have to everything without saying what I am talking about?"

"Sure"

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Do you wish to talk to any of us alone, Harry? Or do you wish for us all to go? I know Poppy said half an hour, but I think that is a long time for all of us to be here."

"Uh. Ya." Harry stammered, shocked because ha had just been thinking that. "I'd like to talk to Bruce"

When everyone but Bruce had left, he spoke.

"Yes, Harry? Why did you want to talk to me?"

Harry pondered a minute before answering.

"I don't know"

Bruce sighed.

"I think that I know. I remind you of someone, but you don't know who so you are hoping that I can tell you but you don't see how I could know because we have never met before in our lives, let alone spent enough time together to get to know each other."

He sighed again.

Harry's jaw had dropped.

"How did you know?"

"Well, for one thing, I am quite skilled at Legimency, if I may say so myself, and for another, I thought the same thing when I met you"

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