Chapter four
Harry waited for two weeks, ignoring Hermione no matter how many times she tried to talk to him. One time she kept on Harry that he flicked his wand, placing her under a full body bind, then levitated her out of the Gryffindor common room to shocked silence. He left her in the transfiguration classroom then went back to his homework. Harry knew a lot of Gryffindor's don't like Hermione either, they just put up with her.
'Where did you take her?' Ron asked wearily.
'She's out of the way, for a while.'
'Harry,' Ron glared.
'Fine, she's in the transfiguration classroom. If you bring her back then I will not talk to you either,' Harry packed up his stuff then headed up to his bed. He spelled the curtains around his bed and waited to see if anything would happen.
It was only half an hour later Harry heard McGonagall's voice, so he opened the curtain.
'Yes Professor.'
'What you did to Miss Granger is unacceptable, twenty points from Gryffindor and a week's detention with me, starting tomorrow night.'
'Sorry, I can't make it,' Harry held up his hand, showing his scared hand, 'Umbridge beat you to it. Maybe you can duel each other to see which one can make my life even more miserable,' Harry yanked the curtains back before she could say anything then he turned on his side, but the curtains were pulled aside.
'What was that on your hand?'
'So now you're going to act like you care even when you were told,' Harry growled then pulled the curtains around him again, 'I don't need anyone.'
Harry heard a few whispers then footsteps, he had a feeling McGonagall was talking to Ron about his hand. He didn't care, that would be taken care of soon enough.
Harry forced himself to stay awake, he waited until one in the morning. He took his cloak, snuck out of the dormitory and hurried out of Gryffindor tower. He got to the secret passage way, practically ran along it until he came to the basement of Honeydukes. Harry quickly cast his glamour charms, making himself slightly taller, red hair, his nose was huge compared to what it normally looks like, then he cast the spell to give him perfect eyesight for the next two hours. Harry loved that spell and wished it was permanent. Harry then transfigured his clothes to look like normal blue jeans and a jacket.
Harry called the night bus, he got off a few streets away from where he needed to go, to Privet drive. Harry used his cloak then walked quickly through the streets until he got to number four, the house he lived in yet never once thought of as a home.
Harry took out the wand, a wand that was not his holly wand. He had found his parent's wands in his vault and kept them on him in case anything happened to his wand. He also found out that the moment you buy your wand, it's registered at the ministry. His parent's wands were no longer registered, that happens when a witch or wizard turns seventeen. So he used his mother's wand and levitated himself up so he could cast his spells, two were sleeping in one room and one in another room. He levitated himself over the fence then sealed the windows so they could not be opened, then sealed the back door and the small door to the garage. But the sealing charm he used would only last an hour so he wouldn't need to hang around to remove the charm when someone wanted to get in.
Harry went back to the front then did the same with the windows and the roller door. He stood at the opened front door, then cast his spell, magical fire shot up the stairs, Harry directing it with his mind. Then Harry shot magical fire towards the living room and down the small hall past the cupboard under the stairs. He closed and sealed the door then moved back to the other side of the road. No one knew that Harry had been able to work wandless magic. It had taken him the last two years but now he could do anything wandless. He always planned to deal with the Dursley's, one way or another and now no one could prove it was him since he wasn't using a wand. He didn't care that this was basically murder, after all the times he had been beaten and starved by the Dursley's he thought they were getting off easy. He had used the wand first as using wandless magic tired him out. A sealing spell wouldn't get him into trouble if anyone did find his mother's wand, but he didn't want to use dark magic with a wand which would get him sent straight to Azkaban, so wandless magic was needed.
Harry wanted to make sure his fire engulfed the house before leaving. It only took a minute before the whole house were alight. Harry turned and hurried away as fast as he could but he made sure his cloak covered every part of him.
He called the night bus again and headed back to Hogsmeade but made sure he told them it was further along. He jogged back to Honeydukes, crept back into the now unlocked shop, locked the door behind him then headed for the tunnel. Once he was at the end of the tunnel, he removed the glamour before climbing out and quietly made his way back to Gryffindor tower.
Harry removed that memory, placing it in a vial and hid it in his secret compartment in his trunk; that would only open with his blood and a password in parseltongue. But unless you knew there was a secret compartment you would never see it. The memory might be still in his head but unless someone like a mind healer looked into his mind they would never find it. He changed into his pyjama pants, looked at his watch when he crawled into bed, nearly four o'clock in the morning.
Very soon it will be time to make it look like he wasn't well. He had taken one of the twins new products, something that could give him a fever for at least twenty four hours, but he also cast a spell on his cut hand. He knew the matron of Hogwarts would heal it, so making sure it was infected which would work on his story, that he wasn't well.
Harry groaned when he heard his name being called, he ignored them, just quickly popped the sweet into his mouth, chewed a few times then swallowed. Harry groaned again, this time louder, but stayed curled up on his side.
'Harry,' Ron asked cautiously as he glanced down at his friend, 'are you okay?'
'No, go away,' he felt a hand on his forehead, 'Go away.'
'You're burning up, hang on,' Ron ran down the stairs, 'Harry's burning up professor, he doesn't look good.'
Minerva who had been waiting for Harry to tell him some bad news raced up the stairs.
'Mr Potter.'
'Go away.'
'Tell me what's wrong?'
'Hot, sick, sore,' Harry groaned again.
'When did you first notice the symptoms?'
'Yesterday, that's why I came to bed early.'
'I'm going to levitate you into the Gryffindor fireplace, I'm taking you to the hospital wing. Mr. Weasley, please go down to the great hall and inform Professor Dumbledore that Mr. Potter is ill, extremely ill.'
'Yes, Professor.'
'Try not to move Potter,' Minerva only heard a groan but she levitated her student down the stairs and into the fireplace, 'Hospital wing,' the fire turned green and sent them on their way.
Ron raced into the great hall, skidded to a halt in front of the headmaster, but he was out of breath.
'Take some calming deep breaths Mr Weasley then tell me what is wrong.'
Ron slowed his breathing, took a couple of great gulps of air, 'Harry's sick, really sick, Professor McGonagall has taken him to the hospital wing. He was burning up.'
'Thank you, you eat breakfast before trying to visit your friend,' Albus hurried from the hall ignoring Dolores who was trying to tell him she still expected Potter for his detention that night.
Albus stepped into the room and saw Minerva who looked worried, 'How is Harry?'
'His hand is infected Albus, he has a very high fever, yet he feels cold and clammy. His body is shaking so much it was making his teeth chatter.'
'What is wrong with his hand Poppy?'
'I think you should see for yourself.'
Albus looked confused but stepped over to the bed, 'Is that words carved into his hand.'
'Yes, I must not tell lies, they have been carved in his hand by a blood quill.'
'A blood quill,' Minerva squeaked, 'He said something last night about his hand, but I could not see it before he turned on his side. Albus, she cannot get away with using a dark artifact on a student.'
'I will see to it, but it might not be seen to straight away. She is after all here for Cornelius. I will use my contacts to get this investigated. Poppy, take some pictures of his hand, but in no uncertain terms is Harry allowed to leave this hospital until I tell you he can, even if it takes a week. If Dolores asks why, make something up.'
'Of course, headmaster,' Poppy smirked then went back to treating her patient as Albus left.
'I went to see him this morning with some bad news.'
'Bad news?' asked Poppy.
'Yes, his family perished in a fire last night, a magical fire. Albus believes it was you-know-who and his supporters,' Minerva looked curiously at the matron who didn't seem to think this was bad news, 'Poppy.'
'I could never find any proof and Mr potter would never confide in me. But I believed he has been subjected to some…well, let's just say harsh punishment, muggle style.'
'Tell me what you've found?'
'Bruises, cuts, broken ribs, he told me it was because of quidditch; that he fell from his broom.'
'Apart from the dementors, Harry has never fallen from a broom.'
'I did not believe it either.'
'I will speak with him.'
'Will it really be necessary to cause him embarrassment, they died, it's not like he can return there.'
'I suppose you are right, now we will need to find somewhere for Harry to stay. Without the blood wards he will be vulnerable,' Minerva sighed, she knew Sirius would love to take Harry and the house was under the fidelius charm. It would be safe for Harry to stay there, safer than anywhere else. She would need to speak with Albus later, see if he will allow the boy to stay with his godfather. If Dolores isn't dealt with in time she did not want Harry to remain at Hogwarts.
