Not Dead Yet: The Whole Story
Kreacher POV (weren't expecting that now were you?)
I knew the people of Hogwarts cared for Master. They would want the full story of why Harry Potter had left in the first place. I was also aware that Master would not be happy that he told. Not that Master was happy anyway. The most he would do about it was say he wished I hadn't told. So I decided to tell.
When we got down to the dungeons, Master was out of breath. I told him to sit so he could breathe better. Then, I gave him the anti-depressants. What Master didn't know was the water he was using to swallow them had Dreamless Sleep in it. Master was asleep within the minute. I quickly took him to what is known as the 'Room of Requirement.' There, I laid him on a bed, and hurried out of the room.
As soon as I got a fair enough distance from the room, I called to one of my acquaintances at Hogwarts. Soon, Missy appeared next to me. "Where are the people who care for my Master?" I croaked.
"They be in the Headmistress's office, they be." She replied, and nodding to me, she disapparated back to the kitchens. The next moment, I was gone to, going to where those who wish for Master to live be.
In the Great Hall:
Minerva McGonagall POV
When Harry left the Hall, I felt my heart break. He didn't feel as though we loved him. The poor boy thought it was all just an act. I had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with those Dursleys. I sneered the word in my mind. I told Albus he shouldn't have left Harry with those… those…things! Instead, the child (Despite him being 27 years old, I still thought of him as a child) doesn't believe we can love him. That, for me, who has cared for him like a grandmother, is the most heartbreaking thing in the world. Lily would bring Albus back to life just to kill him a thousand times over if she knew. After letting her opinion be known to the Dursleys, of course.
Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I gathered my bearings enough to realize that no one had given chase to the broken hero. All the students were murmuring amongst each other; telling of the greatly exaggerated adventures of the Chosen One, no doubt.
I also took notice of all his friends huddled around Hermione. She had taken his death hard, and was the last- besides Ginny- to believe the news. Ronald, George, and Molly seemed to realize this as well. How were we supposed to tell Ginny?!
In any case I could see that if we didn't take action now, then the reporters of the Daily Prophet would catch wind of it. The result of that would not be pretty. As it was, all the students would be sure to inform their family, family friends, and every hobo on the street that Harry Potter was alive and at Hogwarts.
AN: I feel really bad about the delay. I don't even have any good excuses except chores. The next update will be before the month is over, I promise. This is just a teaser because I realized I hadn't updated recently and this was all I had written.
Again, infinitely sorry,
Goldenyro
