Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and never will be. They belong to the beautiful J.K.Rowling
The Hearing
Chapter 4
By insane Angel Maegen
"Please take a seat" A tall man said. Harry looked at the seat in front of him the chains hanging loosely, they brought back bad memories.
"I would rather stand thank-you" Harry said. The tall man looked at him nervously but just shrugged.
"Disciplinary hearing of the seventeenth of September" he said his voice echoing through the hall. "Into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of underage Sorcery. For breaking the International statue of secrecy, associating with he who shall not be named, the use of the Crucio curse. A curse you are aware is illegal, the murder of Bellatrix Lestrange using that curse and the breaking of a probation declared between Albus Dumbledore by Harry James Potter" so he had told. Harry felt himself fill with anger then he realised what they where saying "orphaned recently and now property of…"
"I am no one's property" Harry said coldly. As those words were spoken Harry really felt pain, he had never thought of it. It was true he was an orphan, but property of the ministry?
"Now property of the ministry" he repeated. "Interrogators: Augustus Walterhour Minister of magick," He was an old man and Harry remembered an article on him when he was head of the aurora department, he hadn't changed much. He had short brown hair filled with greys and a short beard by the same colour. He wore robes of fiery red. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore Minister of magick's second in command" Harry wasn't shocked by this he had expected ever since he was told the ministry had been taken but that didn't stop his hatred for the old man. Of course Dumbledore would find a way to run Hogwarts and the Ministry. "Amelia Susan Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Court scribe Marcus Sainter Portlet" he said. Portlet was a weasel or a squirrel look-alike at first glance, with short chestnut hair he wouldn't have been much older then 20 "Now that everybody has…"
"Hem, hem" Kale said stepping from the shadows. All eyes where on him.
"Who are you?" Walterhour said he sounded angry. Harry saw Dumbledore raise an eyebrow to him but Harry ignored it.
"Kale Roberto DeAngelis Representation for the accused" Kale said. Everyone went silent, they seemed to be holding their breath.
"You have no right to be here," Walterhour said looking down his nose at him.
"Under the Wizengamot Charter of rights the accused has the right to representation if he or she feels it is required and that representation maybe whoever the accused agrees to" Kale said calmly.
"Is that what you want Harry?" Dumbledore asked Harry quietly.
"Yes" Harry said firmly staring at Dumbledore with such anger that Dumbledore turned away in shame. The court was quiet for a moment. Harry had to watch his temper towards Dumbledore; Azalea had made him apologise. But he still couldn't stand him and he didn't quiet understand why he loathed him so much. It was more then the fact Dumbledore had betrayed him, it was before that and much deeper.
"So be it then, the court has begun" Walterhour said displeased.
"Firstly, I would like to address the fact that you broke parol escaping from a Mental Asylum which you had been assigned to" Walterhour said in his booming voice "where did you go?" he asked.
"He was staying with Olivia Henderson Sir" Kale said. Walterhour looked displeased that it was Kale talking and not Harry.
"And you where aware that you where under a legal binding to Albus Dumbledore?"
"He was" Kale answered again.
"I think I would like Harry to answer the question" Walterhour said. There was silence "Harry Potter you will have to bare with me through my confusion" he said. "You left a place where your friends and family where to go to a woman's house who you had not met before?" More silence "you did it full aware you where breaking the law. Leaving a place where people where waiting on you hand and foot, trying to do what was right towards your mental condition. You must understand how suspicious it is" Harry took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeve up.
"I'm sure you are not aware," Harry said speaking for the first time "in the state I left the house to go to the asylum, what had drove me to do this" he said silently. He held up his arm, which was wrapped in bandages. He started to unravel the cloth around his arm slowly as he did so he was speaking to the room. Kale chose not to say anything to this and stepped back eyes adverted.
"I had revealed something to Voldermort through one of my interrogations which had ordered into an innocent life being murdered, Dumbledore was aware of this and felt it necessary that he know what had happened over the last six months incase others where in danger. So I was locked in a room with the people I loved, who I tried to tell them …I tried to reassure them that I was positive that no one else was in danger they said they would force me, they turned on me when I needed them most". Harry had finished unravelling his bandage, he ran a finger gently down what was left of his arm. He held it up for all to see but he himself did not look at any of them.
"As you are aware this is what I had done. I had dragged a shard of glass through my tendons, watched my blood ooze out and once again was forced to go through physical pain to put an end to a beginning. But once again they stopped me from dying, once again I was put back on this hell. What you are not aware of though is I tried it again" there where a couple of gasp's in the crowd. He sigh " I tried to hang myself but the healers found me and cut me down, but you are aware of that" he sigh again "when I say I tried again it was not me hanging myself I was talking about" He looked at Kale.
"What?" he mouthed eyebrow raised in confusion.
"I'm sorry," he said to Kale. Harry rolled up his other sleeve to reveal stitches up his arm trying to seal at least 6 cuts resulting in about 30 stitches.
"Harry!?" Kale said stepping foreword and taking his arm. "When did you do this!?" Kale said angrily.
"Two days ago" he said weakly "I was haunted with nightmares that I thought that would go away once I was with you guys" Harry pulled his sleeves back down and turned back to his audience "but I couldn't do it" he swept his gaze over the court room. "Because of the family I am staying with I haven't the will to try and kill myself, because of these people I finally have the hope to keep on living that things will get better"
"And if I had stayed here I would have just kept trying till I was finally successful". He gave a dry laugh. "What am I on about I wouldn't have kept trying I would have been dead" he looked at the ground. "They refused to let me be alone and I refused to stay here and live so they let me stay with them. They got me concealing and helped me through my suicidal faze. I'm sorry to them if I've got them in trouble but without them I wouldn't be alive today". There was silence no one spoke.
"It is understood that you want her to be your guardian?" Dumbledore said quietly.
"More then anything" he said firmly.
"We will arrange that later after we have spoken with Olivia but since that matter has been sorted out we can move on to the more pressing matter's" Dumbledore said he gave a nod at Walterhour, gesturing to continue.
"While the accused was in a coma" Walterhour continued as if what had just been said didn't happen. "He was declared 'possibly dangerous' due to not knowing what his mental state would be, we also have knowledge that he used an illegal curse to kill one Bellatrix Lestrange, how do you plead?" he said. Harry took a second to recoup, he had just admitted that he was never going to be able to live if he lived here and they didn't give a shit.
"You obviously have admitted that you don't care what my psych is or that I could have been dead right now because of you old bastards" Harry said coldly "So I don't give a shit when I say this" he took a deep breath "Guilty" Harry said calmly. There was an intake of breath from around the room.
"You do realise that, that is a life sentence in Azkaban?" Walterhour said raising one eyebrow angrily. Harry nodded, Kale took a step foreword.
"I would like to make a plea for self defence, Harry was being attacked by death eaters they were trying to kill him he did what was needed to be done" he spoke with confidence.
"But the Crucio curse is not a defence spell what is the possible reason for him to use it? I am even more interested in how he learnt it?" Mrs. Bones said. Harry sighed he realised that every one of the judges where against him now.
"Harry I don't know how to get you out of this" Kale whispered. Harry decided he should answer truthfully he didn't come here to lie.
"It isn't a defence spell I admit; I was hiding in a tree while death eaters where everywhere" Harry said looking at the ground eye's unfocused. "I had run into the park to lead them away from the Dursley's. As you probably know Sirius Black was my god father as of last year when Dolores Umbridge was teaching at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry she was determined to catch him it made it almost impossible to talk to him. Because of my lack of knowledge" he looked at Dumbledore with hatred but looked away before continuing. "Bellatrix Lestrange killed him last year, so while I was hiding in a tree" he felt no shame in saying he was hiding in a tree. "With her calling out terrible things about my godfather, knowing there was no chance out of what was to come I attacked her with the crucio curse with such force such anger it killed her" Harry said quietly. Everyone was silent Walterhour was the first to speak.
"You are a murderer we have all heard your confession, but since you still have more to discuss with us you will be contained for the rest of the hearing", 'contained?' Harry didn't know what he meant. The doors at the end of the hall burst open and five ministry operatives walked in.
"You will sit in the chair or we will force you" Walterhour said forcefully that was the second time recently that someone has said straight out to his face that if he didn't do what they wanted they would force him. Harry wasn't going to sit in that chair, only bad things happen when you sit in that chair.
"I am not sitting in that chair" Harry said just as strong. Walterhour nodded at the guards. They moved forward, Harry slowly backed away. "No I won't" He said, he was scared.
"There is no need for him to be restrained" Kale called but they paid him no heed.
They grabbed Harry by the shoulders, he struggled but they were too strong. He was getting closer and closer to the chair.
"Please no, not again" he cried as they dragged him into the chair. He was thrown onto the chair; the chains sprang to life gripping him to the chair. "Please not again, let me go" he shouted looking around in panic.
"What do you mean not again?" Walterhour asked fearful. Kale ran forward so he was in front of Harry.
"Calm down Harry" Kale said but Harry kept on screaming to be let go. Something was happening to him that he could not explain; he was filled with so much fear.
"What's happening to him?" Walterhour shouted panicky. The guards were holding their wands tighter. But Harry continued to scream "Not again," everyone was going pale.
"Harry your not there, you're here he can't get you!" Kale shouted. But Harry kept screaming.
"What are you talking about, what's wrong with him!" Mrs. Bones shrieked.
"He's been tortured for six months in a old ministry building. Where else do you think they held him besides a chair that 'you know who' knew Harry would immediately be put into if he escaped. If you ask me I think he has a few issue's" Kale said angrily he gave Harry a hard slap around the face. Harry heard laughing in his head, Voldermort's laughter. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes
"Go away, go away" he kept murmuring. He leaned back and forward.
"Get the healers" a shout went out Harry kept rocking.
"Leave me alone you tortured me for months why can't you just leave me ALONE" he screamed a power burst flew out of him everyone was thrown ten feet backwards. The chains shattered Harry fell to his knees panting, the laughing stopped now that Harry was out of the chair. Kale came up beside him but didn't touch him
"Harry?" he said softly.
"I will not be put in that chair you can throw me in Azkaban but I will not sit in that chair" he said forcefully.
"Guards hold him!" Walterhour said.
"That is enough" Kale shouted "he can not be put through this much longer" Harry suddenly scrambled away from Kale.
"It's all your fault!" he screamed. Kale stared at him shocked and confused.
"Harry what's my fault?" Kale said as if talking to an infant.
"You and your fucking hopes!" Harry shouted, "You keep telling me things will get better!" Harry shouted tears coming down his cheeks. "Things are not going to get fucking better! Just let me die! You keep dragging me back to this hell, you're the reason I'm here! Stop saving my fucking life and" Harry was scratching up his arm badly, it had already started to bleed "Stop giving a shit everyone else has why do you and your god dam family care?!" Harry cried. "No one else does" he sobbed.
Azalea was running down the stairs and stopped just at the bottom before Harry.
"Because there is always hope" She said breathless.
"Who are you?" Walterhour asked angrily "you are not supposed to be here" but he was ignored as she took a couple of steps foreword. Harry had calmed down crying since he saw her.
"Hope for what Azalea?" Harry looked at her pleadingly "hope that Voldermort will kill me because you will not let me do it?" he said sarcastically.
"Never say that" She said and slapped him "You will never speak like that" Harry froze all thought lost, he had never seen Azalea upset like this.
"Aurora's seise her!" Dumbledore said 'No don't' Harry thought as he heard that sweet voice call his name.
"If it is the only way to clear your name Harry I will help you show the memories they so want you to reveal" Azalea's saddened voice called out. Harry looked up, Azalea was scared he hated seeing her scared. The Aurora's grabbed her arms.
"Let me go!" she said trying to pull her arms away but they grabbed her harder and Harry saw her wince.
"LET HER GO!" Harry shouted running to her aid. Before he could get close enough Aurora's grabbed him.
"AZALEA!" he screamed stretching out his arm, she stretched out hers. They linked arms and Harry tried pushing his way against the Aurora's
"Harry this is the language of the wholly ones" she called out "no one but you and I can speak or understand it in this room" Azalea said struggling herself. "I can show your memories to the court room I just need to get my hands on your temples" "
"What are you saying! Speak English in my courtroom" Walterhour demanded.
"I don't want you to see them Azalea you are to pure. I do not wish for you to realise just how evil this world can be" Harry argued.
"I know Harry how much you care…there's no time, it's the only way to let you free" she said gently.
"I SAID TO SPEAK ENGLISH IN MY COURTROOM" Walterhour roared.
"I will do as you ask Azalea" Harry said quietly to the floor. Azalea stretched out her hands, Harry grabbed them and pulled with his entire mite.
"Stop them from what ever they're doing!" Dumbledore shouted. It was too late though her hands found Harry's temples and everyone was thrown backwards. A light was shot up above them random pictures began to appear. It felt like Harry's head was being broke in two. All his thoughts where rushing around casing havoc.
"What's going on!?" Walterhour screamed
"I am going to show you exactly what happened over the last 7months through Harry's eyes" Azalea said strength in her voice, Harry was proud of her she was standing tall when Harry was ready to collapse.
"Harry you have to concentrate on the memory and we will see it" She said. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, he felt the memories coming back.
"I love you" he whispered.
"I love you too" she whispered back as Harry placed his hand over hers.
"Mishack anha, satai hosannatai" in a sweet voice. Harry felt his mind projected before him and it hurt like hell. He clenched his eyes and teeth.
"Calm down Harry you have to concentrate we are seeing everything you see in your mind. You have to go back to that first night when it all started" Harry took a deep breath and tried to remember that night. The pain eased a little, he didn't notice the extra pressure in Azalea's touch or the strain in her neck. That night it felt so long ago but the images in the past months felt like they where burnt into his head to be never forgotten.
"I had woken up and I walked over to the mirror it was raining that night" he said. He was saying it out loud to see if the images would come stronger. As the words came out of his mouth he felt them appear before him. Everyone he realised could hear the words being spoken and if he wanted he could play it as if it was a movie. "I don't know how I knew but I got a sudden urge to go to the window" he watched his memory as he walked over to the window. He didn't explain the next ten minutes, but let it unfold double speed.
"After I spat at Voldermort he said to me he was just going to kill me but he had decided that it would be more fun to play with me first" Harry let the images unfold he couldn't explain it all so he just let them watch. When it came to the Ministry attack even though Harry was making it go faster then normal it still seemed to take longer then he cared.
"Azalea no more" Harry started crying but the memory's wouldn't stop. Flashes of body's being torn apart by werewolves, people sneaking up behind children and slitting there throat's it was just all to much to live twice.
Azalea said nothing he felt the icy coolness of a tear hit his arm, if Azalea could carry on then so could he. He heard others around the room crying and shrieking people where terrified not one of the judges where moving they seemed to have gone ridged.
"I can't Azalea I can't show this entire bit they have seen enough of the attack this is still the first five minutes, it goes on for hours and if you want to let them see the rest of my memories…" he cried
"Oh god Harry make it stop please" she cried cutting him off her fingers where shaking. Harry stopped the memory everything was black for a while till Harry pulled up the memory for the ending of the ministry attack. Where he had first seen Percy, he let it roll along until Dumbledore rushed in that bit he played normal speed until Voldermort vanished then using all his will power he stopped projecting and jumped backwards away from Azalea.
"I will not let you see the rest" he cried reliving those murders was filling his head with pain and horror, he could see so much death it scared him. Azalea started crying
"Harry you must" she pleaded, the sounds of every body else in the room disappeared.
"No that was my first day! He hasn't even laid a hand on me yet, it gets far worse I do not wish for you to see those horrors!" he pleaded.
"Then you will not see me again for they will lock you in prison and we will never be together!" she yelled she looked at him sobbing on the floor. Her expression softened she walked over and sat on her knees in front of him her fingers gently returned to there place on his temple's.
"Everything will change after I show you this" he whispered Harry removed all emotion from within himself closing his eyes he let the torture unravel.
Harry went into something like a numb shock nothing fazed him he didn't open his eyes once all sound around him vanished. He was like a statue cold and rigid. It took him half an hour to show the excruciating events of the past 6months and when it finally ended Harry thought there would be only relief like a heavy load off his shoulders but he felt nothing. He heard a stray thought run through someone's mind 'why would they heal him?'
Harry opened his eyes looking straight down eyes unfocused. "I remember the way the healers treated me. When Voldermort had caused so many wounds that he could not make any more or harmed me so bad that I would not wake up he would send in the healers to make room for more wounds. Sometimes I wondered what was worse being healed or facing Voldermort? But it was an easy question being healed was by far the worse not for the pain. Though that was excruciating enough it was the fact that I would wake to another day of knowing that this would be how I would be ended, alone with not one soul to care" and that was all he said. All of him felt weak all his functions where drained.
"I will never sleep, I will never grieve, for I am pain to all and pain is all I have" he sigh and fell forward now was his time to rest as he fainted. Rest not sleep, rest.
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He felt a hard slap on the side of his face but he didn't flinch pain wasn't new to him. Someone was sobbing terribly, Harry stayed on the border line not daring to listen to hard for fear of waking up but enough to know if he should wake up but Harry never wanted to go back to that world.
"Harry wake up!" came Kale's angry voice, no not angry it was panicked. Harry was starting to wake.
"I realise Harry that you cant stand it here, I realise how bad you've had it but you have to wake up!" he knew Kale was the one crying. Harry was starting to drift away again but no matter how far he could have gone he would never in life or death ignore the words that drifted to him in Kale's hysterical voice "Azalea's dieing!"
Harry snapped out of his self-pitying sleep, he sat bolt straight and took in his surroundings St. Mungo's room, night-time, one person in the room, pile of clothes next to bed including his jacket. He grabbed Kale by the collar.
"Where is she?" he hissed. He could see a slight glimpse of hope run through Kale's eyes.
"Room 129, go left end of the hall" He said Harry got out of bed and grabbed the pile of clothes as he went past. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt; he had just finished pulling on his jacket as he reached the right door. He turned the handle and walked over to the bed in the middle of the room. In the five steps it took him to walk across to her bed he had taken in everything in the room 4 healers, Ms. Henderson and Dumbledore. He stopped right next to the bed.
"You're awake!" Dumbledore stated the obvious.
"You have to help her," Ms. Henderson cried. Harry looked at the sleeping form of his precious Azalea, her breath was coming in wheezes and her chest was rising and falling with the pain of trying to breathe. Harry didn't know why he did it but it seemed like the right thing to do. He closed his eyes and lifted his hand over Azalea's chest; he took slow breaths so his breathing would match Azalea's wheezes. He gently opened his eyes everything he saw was in heat signatures. He gently put his hands on either side of Azalea's stomach.
"Ms. Henderson you have to trust me I'm not groping her," he said as he slid his hands up her shirt "Please do not talk it will affect the spell" he felt her ribs under his fingers; he focused his energy his hands started to glow faintly. "Azalea" he whispered "my love I do not have enough energy to keep this going you must tell me what is wrong" there was a brief pause, which made Harry's heart skip a beat.
"I can't handle earth's air… to polluted, must return to… garden" every word sounded strained "I love you" she whispered. Harry lent down and kissed her gently on the forehead while removing his hands from under her shirt.
"I love you" he whispered. He listened as her strained breathing returned to the routine of sleep. "Healers leave the room," he said firmly. They all heard the firmness in his voice, looking nervously at Dumbledore they left. "I want you to organise safe passage to the ministry of magick," Harry said in a level tone as soon as the door closed.
"Why?" is all he said.
"Once upon a time I might have considered telling you but recent events have changed my view on you" he look at Dumbledore blankly "this information is far too important to give to someone I do not trust".
"I know how much you care for this girl and I trust your asking me this for her sake" Harry didn't say anything he put his hands under Azalea and lifted her off the bed "Where in the ministry do you wish to go?" he asked. Harry hesitated for a moment did he really want to tell him?
"The ministry of mystery" Dumbledore looked at him confused he sigh and shook his head.
"I will offer you safe passage if you tell me exactly what is going on afterwards" he said.
"I can not promise you that" Harry replied.
"You will tell me enough then to understand" Dumbledore said. Harry just look at him "promise me" he said. There was no other choice he had to tell Dumbledore something
"I promise," he said quietly. Dumbledore left the room. He turned to Ms. Henderson
"What has she told you of herself?" He asked her. She look at Azalea in his arms
"She told me nothing" Ms. Henderson said "nothing that gives me any idea what is going on here" she looked at Harry pleadingly "Please tell me what is going on, is my Azalea going to be alright?" she was sobbing. Harry just stare at her sobbing, something told him to comfort her but it was just a whisper. He could barely hear it over the voice telling him to do nothing, something was screaming in him to never show any emotion. If he showed emotion he showed weakness. And if he showed weakness he got hurt.
"Azalea will be fine, you will not see her for awhile I do not know how long" he said in his new icy tone "it is not safe for her to be here I cannot tell you anything about her it is her secret to tell. If she hasn't told you then she doesn't want you to know" he said simply. At that moment Dumbledore walked in
"Know what?" he asked.
"Have you secured safe passage?" Harry said coldly. Dumbledore sighed
"Follow me" he said reluctantly. Harry carried Azalea over to the door
"Harry…" Ms. Henderson said. Harry turned and waited, she couldn't look in his eyes. "Can you tell me you honestly are doing this to protect her?"
"Yes I am" more then anything he wanted to be outraged but outrage was an emotion.
"I don't think I know who you are any more" she said fighting tears. Harry turned back to the door indicating to Dumbledore to carry on, as he stepped over the thresh hold he called over his shoulder
"No one ever knew who I was" Dumbledore led him down the hall to a fireplace in silence; they went through the fireplace and appeared in the ministry of magick building. There was no one in the hall, which Harry was sure Dumbledore had organised. Harry followed him as he led him to the ministry of mystery, though Harry knew the way off by heart. As Harry was standing in the circular room the doors surrounding him he wondered if he could really open the door to the garden. He pushed the thought away because it was soaked in doubt, another emotion.
"You may leave now" he said to Dumbledore blankly.
"No" he said, Harry turned and faced him "I wish to see where you take her"
"I said I would tell you what is going on later"
"I am not leaving" Dumbledore said stubbornly. There was a silence "Why do you hate me?" Dumbledore asked. Harry still didn't move showing no emotion also meant not feeling any emotion, Harry was going to become a hollow shell.
"I will come back to this exact spot 7 days from now at this exact time on that day I expect a hearing to be held to finalise everything" Harry said ignoring the question. He turned so his back was to Dumbledore.
"Ishida anakai" Harry felt a tingle go through him as he spoke the words of the godsend. The room spun extremely fast until it stopped so that a door was directly in front of him. Dumbledore just stood there, the closest thing to awe he had seen on the old wizards face. Harry walked forward and opened the door. A blinding light shone from the doorway.
"I will see you in seven days" Harry said the door closing behind him.
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Azalea slept for two days, Harry spent those two days exercising. It seemed the only thing he could do. He would do laps of the lake; go for runs and the usual push ups and sit ups.
When Azalea finally started to wake Harry was relieved at the least, he had begun to worry. One day she was just standing at the edge of the lake. Harry was filled with the bliss of knowing Azalea was going to be fine. The first day of Azalea being awake was filled with awkward pauses and long silences. After the awkwardness passed everything returned back to normal. They just spent the next four days hanging out talking about philosophy, magick, astronomy, two minute noodles, why hot dog buns come in packs of eight and hot dogs come in packs of six stupid things like that. Azalea even taught Harry a new technique where you cast your senses, you didn't even need a wand.
"Harry your energy feels funny" Azalea said confused, they where practicing looking at aurora's.
"What do you mean?"
"Well a ware wolf has a wolf image in his/her aurora and I can see it in you but it's different. It seems to have merged with your human form" she said concentrating. "A ware wolf's aurora the wolf is a separate being to show that it isn't apart of the person's soul but I can see clearly a wolf but it's apart of your being, it's sort of joined with your soul"
"But I'm not a ware wolf"
"Maybe you're a lycan" she mumbled
"What's a lycan?" he asked
"Never mind it's just a myth but what I can see just looks so much like what I've heard from the mythological creatures I have here" Azalea said confused. They kept talking about other things all the time. So when the seventh day came, Harry was reluctant to leave but he knew he had to. Azalea was going to stay longer to recoup but Harry had promised to come back to her once things where settled.
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"We have all seen the... event's this boy has been through and I feel that no charges should be laid out. I am not saying he is above the law I am just saying he has gone through enough" He looked around at the judges. "All for the notion will you raise your arm" everyone did. Seven days had passed and Harry found himself once more in the courtroom.
"Then he is free…" Dumbledore started.
"Wait a moment it is fair that he be let free but I think it best if he have to go to some sort of a therapy. He could still be suicidal" this was Miss Bones. Harry growled at the fact they where talking bout him as if he weren't even there. "And of course there's still the issue of school and a home".
"If he wishes he will still go to Hogwarts" he turned to Harry "Is that what you want?" he asked.
"I will return next year and repeat the grade I have missed" he said, he had an uninterested, almost bored expression on his face.
"I will assign a school guidance councillor you will be issued to go once a day until he or she says that that may be dropped back accordingly" he looked at Harry, Harry stare back unconcerned. "Do you have a person in mind who is willing to adopt you? If not you will go to an orphanage"
"Ms. Olivia Henderson wishes it that I become her son, I have no objection to it"
"Then we will asses her home this afternoon to make sure it is safe" Dumbledore looked hurt. Harry didn't care. He must have expected Harry to run willingly to Mrs. Weasley.
"Then I believe that is all, court dismissed" Dumbledore said.
There was the busy turmoil of people leaving Harry leaned against the wall with hands in his pockets he stare at the ceiling but didn't actually see it, he was lost in thought.
"That took a lot of courage last week to show your memory's like that" someone said.
"Mmmm" Harry said not really listening "fear is a weakness, to show your fear is like showing your weakness. Any way it seems pointless to fear a memory or your past, to me the time is now you shouldn't fool around in the past. Though I still do feel the fear of memories like everyone else because as hard as you try you cannot change what has happened but learn to except it I've realised that" Harry was in his own thought not realising to whom he was talking to. He opened his eyes, he was looking not actually seeing still.
"Could you find it in your heart to forgive a couple of old fools?" Harry suddenly looked at whom he was talking to, it was Mrs. Weasley next to her was her husband and behind her was the gang of red headed children, Hermione and Lupin.
"Some things you can never except" Harry said coldly "I will never forget what you have done" Harry said he turned away from them. He couldn't stand to look at them. He started walking away then stopped not turning back he said "When I needed you most you turned on me, I will take that into account when ever I see you or need you though I hope I never do"
Harry found Ms. Henderson outside the courtroom. Standing next to her was Kale.
"Are you sure it is alright that I stay with you?" Harry asked
"Of course dear…" she looked ready to say something but decided not to.
"How's Azalea?" Kale asked for her.
"She is fine the condition she's in has stabilised and is almost completely gone…" he looked around at the people walking past. "Can we talk more at home?" Harry said quietly.
"Of course dear…" Ms. Henderson said. "Is it alright if we leave now?" she asked.
"I think, we'll ask at the registration desk what time they'll be around" Harry offered
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By the time they got home they still had 2hrs before the people from the ministry came to check out the house. Harry sat down in the kitchen with Ms Henderson and Kale. He had a long conversation explaining exactly what was going on with Azalea (at least enough to know she was fine).
"She'll be back soon I just wanted to make sure she was really safe to return" Harry explained
"I understand dear" Ms. Henderson said. "Well I think we should clean up this heap before those wizards arrive I'd like it at least presentable". They spent the next hour cleaning, which surprisingly enough was fun.
When Harry heard a knock on the door his heart skipped a beat. He let Ms. Henderson answer it and ran outside to where Kale was cleaning the barn.
"I think they're here" Harry said gloomily to Kale.
"Hey chill bro" Kale said smiling, they where both sweating from all the work they'd done "everything will be fine" Kale had a mischievous smile on his face.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Oh no reason" Kale said still smiling. Harry noticed that Kale's arms where behind his back.
"What are you holding?" Harry asked, Kale just smile. It was a rope, Harry followed it up from Kale's back. It ran along the roof to above Harry's head. Harry looked up long enough to realise it was attached to a bucket.
"Kale!" Harry shouted just in time to see him pull the rope. The bucket of icy water poured straight over Harry's head.
"Like I said, chill bro" Kale said with a massive grin.
"I'm gonna' get you" Harry shouted laughing. Kale ran out of the barn Harry pulled off his shirt and picked up a bucket of water running straight out after him. Kale was headed near the lake to try and hide behind a tree but Harry spotted him. Harry ran after him. They skidded around for a bit laughing there heads off, Harry managed to pour the bucket over Kale's head. Kale lifted Harry off the ground dropping Harry in the mud. Harry dragged Kale down with him. Picked up a handful of mud and put it all through Kale's hair. They where laughing there heads off having a massive mud fight.
"Boys!" Ms. Henderson called.
Harry rolled over "race you there" without replying Kale jumped to his feet and started running. Harry caught up it was a really close race they slowed down when they got to the house Kale fell to his knees exhausted Harry bent over nursing a stitch. They both had massive grins on their faces.
"I ask you boys one thing" Ms. Henderson's supposed-to-be-angry-voice said, though it sounded more like she was trying not to laugh. "To stay clean, look at you" as if to emphasise her point a glob of mud fell off Harry's head, Kale and Harry broke out laughing.
"You boys are impossible" Ms. Henderson giggled. "Well dears quickly go jump in the lake and get rid of most of that mud, I guess this will count as your monthly showers aye boys" she laughed.
"Yes mum" they coursed laughing and turned to run to the lake.
"Be quick the wizards are here and they'd like a word with you two" Harry lowered his head and ran faster. When he reached the lake he was a good ten meters ahead of Kale. He grabbed hold of a rope that was hanging down from a tree and swung out Tarzan style. He bomb dived into the water he heard Kale come in right after him, Harry broke the surface taking a big gulp of air. Kale broke the surface and Harry splashed him.
"Don't forget behind your ears" Kale laughed splashing him back. They swam to the shore climbing out of the water and legged it straight back to the house dripping wet. Kale found his wand at the barn and did a quick drying spell. They both put shirts on and went inside.
Dumbledore was seated at the table sipping tea with Healer Munroe.
"What are you doing here?" Harry said before he could stop himself. Dumbledore looked at him
"I'm here to assess if this is a safe home for you to live in," he said as if it was obvious.
"Why are you here though it isn't your job to assess orphan's homes?" he asked rudely.
"I have always been the one to choose where you live nothing has changed," he said softly taking another sip of his tea.
"And a bloody great job you've done there!" Harry snorted.
"Harry you will not speak like that" Ms. Henderson said.
"I'll speak how I like and will not be in this old bastards presence a minute longer!" he said angrily.
"Harry!" she said angrily. Harry just turned on his heel and stormed out.
"Harry!" Kale called chasing after him. Harry got to the front yard when Kale caught up; he tackled Harry to the ground.
"Harry stop!" he said. Harry didn't know what he was doing but swung around and punched Kale in the face. He felt Kale's nose break. Kale fell backwards, Harry was scared and confused he got to his feet and ran into the wood. Kale didn't follow, he just got up and stormed into the house.
Ms. Henderson got up at the sound of the door but stood ridged when she saw Kale. His nose was broken and bleeding.
"I am not dealing with this every time!" Kale shouted at Dumbledore. "Every time he sees you he goes over the deep end and it's always us who has to deal with the after math!" he stared angrily at Dumbledore, his expression softened when he saw a single tear roll down Dumbledore's cheek. Kale sat down and Healer Munroe waved his wand. Kale's nose straightened itself and stopped hurting. Ms. Henderson wiped away the blood.
"Thanks mum" Kale said weakly.
"What happened to Harry?" she said trying to guard the emotion in her voice but failed.
"He punched me and ran into the wood" Kale aid angrily.
"You know he didn't mean it" his mum said "Harry has had a hard time and he's confused. Please don't be angry with him son"
"I know mum" Kale said exasperated.
"Why does he hate me?" Dumbledore said quietly. Kale didn't know if he was speaking to himself but decided to answer him any way.
"Harry has always seen you as this great figure of power" Kale said "and when he was captured by Voldermort he knew that you where going to save him, he knew it. But when you didn't come he started to grow doubtful and that knowledge turned into hope. That hope died after 2 maybe 3 months, he felt betrayed" Kale looked at Dumbledore and waited for him to meet Kale's gaze. "He cared about you so much, he thought you where invincible but when you didn't come Harry thought it was by choice. He thought you where able to save him but didn't want to" Kale looked away "Voldermort filled his head with all sorts of rubbish but it wasn't enough, Harry still had faith, hope. And when that died he started to believe Voldermort's lies. Voldermort is the blame for his anger against you" there was an awkward silence. It started to rain outside.
"Do you think he will be ok?" Ms. Henderson asked.
"He'll probably come back later today cold and hungry, if he doesn't he's cried himself asleep and will be back tomorrow" Kale said knowingly. He didn't know how right he was.
Harry was in a cave in the wood, crying out his frustration towards Dumbledore. He didn't want to go back tonight so cried himself to sleep promising to return in the morning. He awoke in the morning and cause of habit ran a hand over his stomach.
"Looking for old scars?" came a voice from the opening of the cave. Harry jumped to his feet wand raised.
"Who's there?" Harry said. He saw a figure step out of the shadows Harry couldn't believe his eye's as the man stepped out. He had the same amazing beauty that Azalea and Kale had but where they were normal this man… no boy was bathed in light and huge as he was. The light was only surrounding him but it seemed to be shinning on him not from him, there was no doubt this was a wholly one.
"My name is Lutheran I mean you no harm I just wish to speak with you" he said in his sing song voice.
"Please don't take it personally if I don't trust you" Harry said still holding up his wand.
"Don't worry about it you have plenty of reason to not believe me" his smile turned into blankness. He was trying to hold emotion from what he was about to say "it is about Azalea DeAngelis, I am here to warn you. The sanctuary you found her in was not at all what it seemed it was a prison to contain her". He was looking straight into Harry's eyes there was no emotion behind his words "She is extremely powerful you must know that by now, but her blood is tainted you must protect people from her at whatever cost for she is the goddess of death and you have released her"
The boy said the words with no spell, no pain intended but they hit Harry like a punch in the gut he took a step back
"Your lying" Harry whispered but the boy was gone. Harry stood their shocked 'Goddess of Death?' Harry ran a hand through his hair while he put his wand back into his pocket. He was dreaming, he had to be, he had just imagined it all. A sick joke from his imagination but deep down he new that boy who looked only a couple years older then Harry had just been there, in front of him telling Harry his worst fears, Azalea was possibly evil. Harry shook his head he was being an idiot was he going to believe some blond boy who had turned up from no where or Azalea, the women he loved? The question was left unanswered.
He sighed and walked back to the place he was growing to call home.
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Ms. Henderson greeted him and he smile guiltily at her.
"Nice of you to grace us with your presence, I suppose you want breakfast" she look him up and down "Come on then". He was led into the kitchen, Kale was sitting at the table. He didn't look at Harry.
"I'm sorry Kale" Harry said.
"Don't worry bout it, I was kind of surprised that you had it in you to make a grown wizard cry"
"Who?" Harry asked confused.
"Dumbledore dear" Ms. Henderson said putting a plate of breakfast in front of Harry. Harry went silent.
"I made Dumbledore cry?" he asked quietly.
"You sure did, I never seen someone so upset" Kale said meaningful "it's really affected him you hating him" Kale said looking at Harry. Harry started eating his breakfast so he didn't have to reply. Dumbledore cried? For some reason he couldn't help feeling guilty. Dumbledore had always been this great figure to Harry, he was then a bastard in Harry's eyes but he could never see Dumbledore as a lonely sad old man that he was.
There where awkward moments during the day but Kale and Harry patched things up and where close like brothers again.
Two nights later Azalea contacted him in his sleep saying she was at full health and able to return. Harry broke the news to The others in the morning, they where thrilled. She was going to come through the doorway at the end of the week, three days away. On the day before her return Harry contacted Mrs. Weasley.
"Mrs. Weasley" Harry said gently. She was in the kitchen at the burrow cleaning up. She jumped when she heard Harry's voice and turned around to see his face floating in the fireplace.
"Harry" she said tears came down her cheeks but she ignored them. "How are you?" she said there was yearning in her voice.
"I'm fine" they where quiet for a moment. "Umm Azalea is coming back tomorrow at mid-day" he said softly.
"Oh" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Could you do me a favour?" he asked
"Anything dear"
"Well I was wondering if you could ask Dumbledore if he could set up a healer to check her out" there was another silence "just the healer can't ask for contact details, birth records that sort of thing" he said barley above a whisper. "And when she's safely in a bed at St. Mungo's you, well everyone can come meet her" he sigh "I'd like to see you guys again"
"I would do anything to see you again Harry" she was crying again "we all would I'm so sorry about…" but Harry cut her off
"I know you are but don't worry yourself ok?" he said smiling weakly. "So could you do that for me?"
"Of course dear" she said. There was another silence.
"Harry…"
"Yes"
"I love you"
"I…I - love you too"
"See you tomorrow dear"
"Tomorrow" he ended the conversation and pulled his head out of the fireplace in the Henderson kitchen. He stood up sighing and turned around. Ms. Henderson was standing there.
"You did the right thing dear" she said and hugged him. She didn't mention anything about Mrs. Weasley or the others she just hugged him.
Ms. Henderson, Kale and Healer Munroe where waiting at the door as Harry walked in to get Azalea.
The Healer checked her out and everything seemed to be fine. Kale and Ms. Henderson went with the Healer to talk about Azalea but Harry stayed with her. They talked for a little while about what had happened the last couple of days and then with nothing left to say Azalea went and had a shower before the arrival of Harry's old friends.
A/N- phew another chapter done a hundred to go lol this story doesn't end MWHAHAHAHAHAH I can just keep thinking of new things to add to the story… you won't believe what's to come so be prepared and keep reading
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