It started with a short breath…
With a cough afterwards…
…then a gasp
Harry sat up as he sucked in a long breath of air; he felt his bones starting to strengthen as his blood started to rush all over again. Never in his life did he ever felt so much energy flowing through him, he could feel his body being renewed as he looked over around him.
'Where am I?" He wondered over his thoughts. 'Am I in heaven?'
The first thing that caught his eyes was Ginny who sat at the end of the bed, her face telling him what she was feeling right now…shock. He could notice redness in her eyes as she observed him.
At that sight of Ginny, he immediately knew he was alive which is really bizarre. He has just survived the killing curse again! He couldn't believe how strange his life is getting. He looked over again to try to find Cedric and his saviour.
"Harry?" She asked in a small voice and he knew from that tone that she was scared. Just like the time when they were in the Chamber of Secrets when she woke up from Voldemort's spell.
"Hey Ginny," Harry greeted her. He didn't know what happened for her to act this scared. Most of the time he wakes up from a certain fiasco, he would be greeted with cheers and a lecture from one of his teachers but never like this...with fear
"What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing his left arm and realized that he wasn't in the infirmary. He looked around to see a familiar walls and stuff. He wasn't at Hogwarts but at the Burrow! How long was he out?
"Harry? Harry! You're alive!" She started with a question then a shout and ending with a squeal. Harry felt relief at her mood swing as Ginny rushed out the door and called everyone.
"Mum! Mum! He's awake!"
He could hear Mrs. Weasley's voice coming from the door. "Harry's awake?"
The family started to squabble as he looked down to himself. All the wounds he obtained all vanished and the dirty uniform was replaced with a pair of clean pyjamas, his skin was painted with a sickly pale white and he suddenly felt hot by the warmness around him.
However, a lot of questions are in his mind like what happened at the cemetery. He looked down to his hands in frustration. He needed to know to what happened to his companions…and where are his things. He was then interrupted by someone calling him.
He looked up from his hands and towards Mrs. Weasley. She looked entirely shocked by his presence which made Harry uncomfortable for a second or so, her clothes were messed up as also her hair that resembled one of the bushes from Aunt Petunia's garden.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley," He greeted sheepishly once he noticed that it took him a long time for him to say anything, his eyes wandered around the room to see the whole Weasley family surrounding him minus Bill, Charlie and suspiciously Percy. They all have the same terrified look until Mrs. Weasley sniffed loudly.
"Oh you! Harry Potter!" She cheered as he was quickly engulfed in a rough hug. He felt himself blush madly and also a strange feeling in his chest as he returned the hug as well. In a heartbeat, everyone started to hug him too, making it a big group hug.
A few grumbles and cheers are shared while Harry could feel his face heat up at their actions. Everyone started to settle down around his bed. Mrs. Weasley swiftly tried to make Harry comfortable as possible while her children threw a lot of questions at him but only to be dismissed by Mr. Weasley.
"Children!" The old man warned. "Quiet down."
He suddenly felt a punch in his arm as he turned to see it coming from his best friend, Ron. The redhead has his forehead scrunched up and his eyes glared directly at him. He began to berate him. "Don't ever do that again!"
It, however, only caused Harry to chuckle instead of being embarrassed, nodding and said. "I've been gone for a night and you're suddenly sounding like Hermione!"
"Oi!" Ron said. His face started to change color, matching his own hair. Fred and George quickly picked up and started to tease him about Hermione.
"Don't tell me you'll start to go to library!" George teased and only to be added by his twin, Fred. "If he did, it will probably be the end of the world!"
Everyone started to laugh as Ron got redder and redder either by embarrassment or anger. In spite of his bland face, Harry notice that his best friend sporting a small smile, assuring him that he wasn't really riled up by his brothers.
"Harry, you're not wearing your glasses!" Ginny exclaimed. Everyone's attention went to his face, causing him to fidget a bit.
"Yeah, mate, can you even see us without them?" Ron stared at him like an alien. He would have smacked him if he weren't shock as well.
Harry's hand went up to his face, realizing he wasn't wearing his glasses at all. He looked around the room again in a new light, a tiny smile rejoicing to his face. He speculated that it's the doing of his savior from the cemetery.
Mrs. Weasley murmured from the corner. "You should get that check by Madam Pomfrey."
"Speaking of which, you should write a letter to Hermione about Harry." Mr. Weasley said with a knowing smile.
As soon as the bookworm's name came up, Ron and Ginny run off towards the door, looking a bit panicky.
"She'll probably gonna bring out a storm if we didn't told her sooner!" Ron said before dashing off the door.
"Now, that the two mother-hens are gone—" Fred started.
"—Why don't you tell us— George continued.
"—what happened at that night?" they both ended.
He snorted inwardly. He doesn't even know the answer to the question. A lot of things happened at that night, he just wasn't sure where to start.
Before he could give them an answer, he was quickly saved by Mrs. Weasley.
"Boys, give Harry some space. He just woke up." He said sternly. "I'm sure he'll answer them later. But for now, leave the talking to your mother and I, okay?"
"Fine." They both grumbled and left the room with their shoulders slumped down.
Harry sigh a relief and sent him a thankful smile.
"Why don't you rest for a minute? Make yourself comfortable." Mr. Weasley nodded to him and patted his shoulder softly, standing up and walked towards Mrs. Weasley at the corner of the room, close to window.
Because of the commotion, he didn't notice that Mrs. Weasley was already writing a letter.
He took the alone time to think about what happened that night. He remembered pretty much everything until the part where his savior—The Person in Black— arrived. Who was he or she? Why did she/he helped him? Another question that is warring on his mind was where Cedric is…he should probably ask the two adults in the room.
"Sir, what happened to Cedric?" He mumbled. Both heads perked up and turned to him, Mrs. Weasley looked sick by his question and her husband looked down to the floor.
A dark thought itched in his mind and his stomach squirmed in a sick feeling.
"Is he dead?" Harry feared. He stared at them for an answer. The Weasley matron started sobbing loudly as her husband rubbed her back.
"Cedric is on house arrest." Mr. Weasley said which made his wife sobbed louder. Harry's jaw dropped at the information.
"B-but—why?"
The married couple shared a few looks before telling him. "The Wizengamot is accusing of him for sabotaging the Tournament and also for causing your coma."
"He didn't! He was innocent—"
"Harry, calm down, if what you're saying is correct then we'll fix this." Mr. Weasley said. "For now, let's wait for Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey."
"It's my entire fault." He said glumly, twiddling his fingers.
Ms. Weasley glanced back at him, sniffing a little. "What are you saying, dear?"
"It's my fault why he's being accused." He said, looking up at her.
"You shouldn't blame yourself for this." She explained, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. "He was also accused of using the unforgivable curse."
Confusion appeared in his face, it was Krum who used the cruciatus curse. What happened while he was gone? He decided to reply back. "But he didn't!"
"Harry, his wand says so. It's one of the last spell that he used." Mr. Weasley told him, sitting down at the end of the bed. "It also didn't help when he started to tell everyone that the Dark Lord is back."
"It's true." Harry shouted, getting frustrated at the turn of events. "It was Kr—"
"That is enough, Arthur! The boy needs some rest." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed from the corner, crumbling the piece of paper she was writing on a while ago.
"I'm fine." Harry whined, gripping the blanket.
The redheaded woman turned to him and pointed the quill at him. "No, you aren't!"
"You're a fifteen year old boy that just woken up from a one month coma! That isn't normal. You should be resting and not worrying about that night or Cedric." Mrs. Weasley berated at him. Harry felt his mouth dry up at the words she was saying to him.
It was also the first time that he was at the end side of Mrs. Weasley's infamous rants. He knew that she has pipes but he just realized how much it could hit him if he was the topic of her fury.
"We should just floo Dumbledore." The mother of seven sighed and looked down at the crumbled paper. Her husband stood up and put her arm around her shoulder in comfort.
Harry lowered his head ashamedly. He suddenly felt the outcome at what he has done, feeling embarrassed for talking back at her especially for what she has for the last years. That still didn't change the fact that Harry was still annoyed but he wasn't sure to whom.
"I'm sorry, Harry." Mrs. Weasley mumbled, interrupting his thoughts. "Just rest up, okay? For me?"
"Okay, Mrs. Weasley" He nodded at her miserably. Before he backed down, he added. "I'm sorry for bei—"
"It's okay, dear." She stopped at him, giving him a warm smile as the couple fled to the door.
He slumped down once he was alone in the room. Cedric is on house arrest and it's his entire fault…well half of it was. He couldn't possibly know what will happen to Cedric. He did witness him using the unforgivables but how could that help? He even still had to find the person who imperio-ed him in the first place.
All of a sudden, a knock was heard from the door.
"Harry?" It was Ginny. She poked her head from the door and quickly got inside, heading straight to his bed.
"Hey Ginny," He greeted at her. She looked looked much better than she was a while ago, beaming at him as she sat down.
She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear as she said. "I heard mum shouting at you."
He cringed at her words and bit his lip, before saying. "Yeah, I didn't know it would be that loud."
"You shouldn't be surprise." She laughed before sighing loudly. "However, I hope you don't blame this on her. She's was having a hard time when you're in a coma—Not only her but all of us... We didn't expect this will happen to you."
He bobbed his head amicably.
"It's okay. I don't blame her at all, okay?" Harry assured her who gave him a smile. He quickly wondered how she got in. "Shouldn't you be outside?"
"Maybe but Ron and I have been sneaking inside here all the time even before you woke up so I don't really care." She explained casually, stretching her legs.
He perked up and asked. "Where is he?"
"He's still busying writing the letter." She said, pointing a thumb to the door.
Harry watched her and realized that she was observing him too. He pondered how strange the girl is acting right now. A tense silence happened between them until he decided to talk again.
"Are you alright though?" Harry questioned her.
She gave him a disbelief look and said, "Of course. Why?"
"Nothing," Harry finished, raising an eyebrow at her. "I'm just curious."
He fiddled his fingers and thought it was the best time to ask some questions.
"Was I really in a coma for a month?"
She nodded and said. "You stayed at Hogwarts for week until Madam Pomfrey noticed that you haven't given any signs—she said that you're almost kind of dead."
"Dead?" Harry scoffed at her, glancing up on her and noticed how uncomfortable she was looking right now.
"Yeah," She nervously said and scratching her elbow. "It also didn't help that you started to change."
His face morphed into confusion and asked. "What do you mean?"
Ginny perked up and slapped her forehead. "I forgot you haven't seen yourself in a mirror!"
The redhead grabbed a mirror from the drawer and handed it to him. He knows that he probably looks terrible right now after being in an one month coma but he doesn't believe it was that bad, right?
"Don't freak out, okay?" Ginny told him. He stared at her uncertainly before looking into the mirror.
Once he saw his reflection, he almost dropped the handle. There facing him was a dark blonde boy. He only realized that the person was him once he saw the lightning scar on his forehead. This couldn't be him! What happened to his hair?!
"See what I mean?" She mindfully said from the corner of his eye.
He mumbled, "Yeah."
He was never the type to be vain his looks but he just couldn't believe at how his face changed. As he scanned for any more changes, He caressed his cheeks as he noticed it to be thinner than before because of his coma. A huge thing that really scared him was his eyes. Instead of his emerald eyes, it was replaced with an amber brown colour. It was like he was a new person.
He brought down the mirror after examining himself and asked her. "Do you know why this is happening?"
"Madam Pomfrey doesn't know for sure—she thought—she thought that it's the effect of dying." She said, biting her lip as she looked down at the hem of her t-shirt.
Harry's eyes widened and total shock on his face. It explains the abnormal behaviors of everyone. It was all because they thought he was dying.
"I-I'm sorry." Harry mumbled out, moving his jaw unsurely until he heard Ginny snorting.
"You shouldn't say sorry, you silly." She teased, giving him a smile. "You're already awake and everyone's glad you're back."
"I am too." He replied back, earning him a short laugh from Ginny. Their conversation was quickly interrupted by a loud noise coming from the door.
"I should probably go…Dumbledore probably just arrived or worse, Madam Pomfrey."
He laughed, knowing how protective and vicious Madam Pomfrey is when it concerns her patients. "Thank you, by the way."
"No problem. Tell me if you're feeling something weird, okay?" She mumbled, her voice so soft that he almost didn't hear it at first. Whatever happened when he was in coma…it really riled up Ginny, seeing that she looked very concerned by his health.
"Okay." He nodded at her, giving her a smile.
"Good. You should really rest." Ginny scolded him, straightening her shirt before walking to the door.
Harry sighed after being told to rest for a million of times. "That's becoming quite an understatement."
"Get used to it!" She shouted before she left the door quietly. Harry stared back at the door, waiting for Dumbledore or anyone to come by next.
He tapped the bed lightly until he decided to grab the mirror again, leading him to stare at himself once more. Fingers patting all around his face, he still couldn't grasp the changes of his face. He looked closely nothing like before besides the resemblances of his old face. He still had the same cheeks and the same face structure but it seemed too out of place.
He grumbled as he tried pushing his bangs to cover his awful scar.
Another thing that spooked Harry was Ginny's behaviour. He knew that Ginny had a crush on him or rather the Boy Who Lived but he was sure that she was already over it. Ever since the incident in the Chambers of Secrets, she had started to get along with him without getting nervous or cold feet. He tried to assure himself that she's just trying to be a good friend but it still stick up like a sore thumb, like she was still awkward of being around him.
He continued to stare at himself to look for more changes until the door banged open, causing him to almost drop the mirror. He looked up to see Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey looking at him strangely. His headmaster gave him a tender smile while Madam Pomfrey had her eyes and jaw wide open.
The nurse let out a long breath and said. "Mr. Potter, I never did believe in the impossible until I met you."
"Indeed, Poppy." His headmaster agreed.
Harry hastily placed the mirror to his side and straightened himself out. He would have sit up not until Madam Pomfrey rushed to his side and pushed him to lie back down on his bed.
"You shouldn't stress your body so quickly, Mr. Potter." She advised him, pulling out her wand and started to mutter off some diagnostic test.
Headmaster Dumbledore stepped to his other side, opposite to Madam Pomfrey and asked. "I don't suppose that I'm allowed to speak to Mr. Potter right now, am I?"
She looked up from checking him with tests and gave him an irritated look.
"I wouldn't like it. But fine, I'm allowing it for now, Albus."
He gave her a thankful smile and looked down upon him.
"Good morning Headmaster and Madam Pomfrey." Harry greeted them sheepishly, embarrass that it took him this long to greet them.
"Hello Harry," Dumbledore smiled. "It looks like you're not informed that it is two o'clock in the afternoon."
Madam Pomfrey snorted from the side of the bed while Harry looked sheepishly by his mistake.
"Sorry, sir."
"It is alright. You've just woke up from a coma." Dumbledore assured him with his twinkling eyes. "Have you been informed about what happened across the whole month?"
He looked down in his lap after reminded of what happened with him and Mrs. Weasley.
"Some parts, sir but I prefer if you clear everything." He told the older man.
The headmaster pulled out a chair and sat closely beside him. "Alright. Where should I begin?"
"From the night of the third task," Harry spoke to him.
The older man looked at him skeptical before he started to talk. "We didn't realized that the two of you were gone until I felt the wards informing me that you have left the surroundings which was very bizarre to me."
He combed his long white beard as he explained to Harry.
"The trophy was originally planned to bring the champion to the stage. However, I quickly noticed the trophy—the portkey had transported you out of the wards."
Dumbledore let out a breath and continued. "Once we realized that the two of you were gone, that is when the commotion started. We quickly notified the Aurors and tried our best to try to track you down. It was only when I realized that the trophy was in the responsibility of Professor Alastor Moody."
"Your two friends—Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley—somehow found out that the Professor Moody was an imposter and the original one was locked up in trunk." He glanced at him, wondering how his two best friends find it out. Harry felt proud by the two of them and almost bringing out a smile on his face.
Harry also felt his forehead scrunched up on the fact that Professor Moody wasn't the real Moody.
"It was revealed to be Barty Crouch Jr, the son of Mr. Crouch. At that point, the aurors have arrived and started to question him but before we could get some answers. The two of you suddenly popped out from a cloud." Dumbledore continued as he scratched his head.
"Only two of us?" Harry asked, wondering if the savior was with them.
Dumbledore lifted an eyebrow at him and said. "Yes, you and Mr. Diggory,"
"Oh," Harry said solemnly. This only made him feel more anxious on who the person who saved him.
"Are you expecting anyone else?" The headmaster cut in.
"No, sir, just asking." He assured the older man.
Dumbledore nodded and continued. "Once both of you arrived, you were already unconscious while Mr. Diggory was not but in a state of shock, he started to shout that Voldemort had return."
"It was a disaster, everyone quickly didn't believe him. Especially the minister, people started to accuse of him being a murderer. Everyone had all assumed that you were dead including me." The headmaster mourned, looking at the part of the wall. "The minister wasn't happy by his outburst and ordered the Aurors to investigate him."
Harry listened intently at any information towards Cedric as the headmaster looked down solemnly.
"From his wand, we find out that Cedric had used one of the unforgivables—the Cruciatus curse and Madam Pomfrey at that time was checking on you and she found out that you were subjected to the effects of Cruciatus curse."
He widened his jaw at the statement. They thought Cedric casted it on him?
"From there, the Minister had wanted him to arrest him." Dumbledore said, standing from the bed and walked around. "If I didn't stop him, Cedric would probably be at Azkaban."
He asked. "How did you stop him?"
"Since Cedric is still a ward of Hogwarts and a minor, he was instead punished to be on house arrest."
"How does this house arrest works, sir?" Harry added, looking down at his lap.
"It meant that Cedric shall be watched 24 hours a day, his wand to be confiscated and letters have to be investigated." Dumbledore told him, stopping in front of the wall while Madam Pomfrey was still writing down in some kind of notepad.
"That's awful." He uttered. Cedric doesn't deserve this; he just got involved because of him.
Dumbledore continued. "Indeed, I have tried my best to lessen the punishment but everyone didn't want to believe that Voldemort is alive…especially when you are near to death."
"Would you like to confirm if it is true or not?" Dumbledore asked forlornly. Harry looked up from his lap and examined the Headmaster staring intently. Even the school nurse stopped writing and waited for his answer. It made wished him that he wasn't one that will inform them.
Harry breathed. "It's true—I saw him...I fought him."
Madam Pomfrey gasped as she dropped her wand. He watched how Dumbledore's face drastically turned older and grimmer. It only made him more somber than ever, continuing to fiddle his fingers.
"I had hoped for this not to happen but I knew he will back because of this, I have to inform everyone."
He observed the Headmaster, groping his beard tightly. "Sir, I need to tell you something."
"I think it is best if you tell your side of the story." The old man turned to him and nodded.
Harry opened his mouth to begin but no words came out. He stared down to his lap as he try to digest everything happened on that night. He didn't know where to start. Should he tell him about Mrs. Darkbloom?
He thought hardly before he began talking. "It all started with Ms. Darkbloom and she told me…"
Harry felt his mouth worked and words coming out of it helplessly, his vision not daring to go up from his lap.
"…I thought to myself that the danger she was referring to was the third task until I got to the cemetery did I found out that Voldemort was the—" Madam Pomfrey flinched by the name.
He continued his story, as accurate as possible. He talked about stunning Cedric to him fighting Voldemort and him losing the duel. He stopped once he reached to the part of his savior.
"…someone woke me up…" He murmured, scratching his arm. "I thought…I thought that you send him?"
He hesitantly glanced at back to the old man who answered him. "No, we even didn't know where you are."
"Oh, this person's face is covered…the cloak was like pitch black." Harry explained then observed to his hands closely. "He saved me and healed me."
"We escaped and…and…someone tried to kill us." His voice started to weakened softly
He breathed in and whispered, "The curse almost hit him but…I blocked it."
Harry heard Madam Pomfrey gasped. He peeked up to see Dumbledore staring at him bizarrely. He suddenly felt a feeling of tiredness grow on to him after telling his story.
"Your story is quite…strange." The old man said, stroking his white beard.
"I'm telling the truth." He insisted as he gripped his blankets. Madam Pomfrey continued to scan him with diagnostic spells.
Dumbledore sat down again and looked at him in the eye. "Harry, I trust your honesty but there was no Ms. Darkbloom on Hogwarts that night."
"—What? She was there! She even met Mrs. Weasley." Harry nearly yelled at Dumbledore. That would be impossible! Ms. Darkbloom even said that she got an invitation from the headmaster himself.
"I have interviewed everyone including her and I doubt she would keep this information from me."
"I'm not lying." He gritted his teeth.
The headmaster nodded at him and defended. "I believe you but I as your headmaster would definitely know if we invited anyone with that name...Darkbloom."
"But I saw her—'
"Poppy, have you finished checking Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore cut in, walked closer to the nurse and watched him strangely.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head in annoyance. She probably was irritated that they were talking in between his check-ups.
"Go check on his head." Dumbledore ordered at her. Harry flinched at the change of tone in the old man's voice. The nurse quickly rushed to side and pointed her wand at his head.
His head swayed back and forth to the two adults as the headmaster told him. "Harry—my boy, look into my eyes."
"…Okay." He gulped at the sudden command. He stared at Dumbledore's blue eyes hesitantly and shivered.
Harry felt something probing in his head and his vision started to change and saw some memories replaying…the night of third task…Ms. Darkbloom meeting the Mrs. Weasley. It made him disoriented that he almost forgot where he was right now.
He felt his shoulder shook awfully, his body beginning to trash around and he heard Madam Pomfrey's panicked voice.
"Albus! Albus! Stop!" She shouted and after, he started to regain his vision. He was back at the Burrows in one of the Weasley's rooms.
He blinked rapidly to see Madam Pomfrey clutching her chest while Dumbledore was breathing harshly.
"I—I'm sorry, Harry." He exhaled, dropping to the chair. "It looks like your memories have been tampered."
Harry arched his eyebrows in shock. "What? How?"
Dumbledore panting for air from his seat, he solemnly looked down as Madam Pomfrey passed him a cup of water.
"This is bad." He said, after sipping the cup. "It will be also difficult for Mr. Diggory."
"It's my entire fault." Harry choked.
"Don't blame yourself, Harry." Dumbledore voiced out then lowered his head. "As much as I want to believe you , Harry."
"I'm afraid I cannot believe your side of the story." He continued.
He stuttered back. "B-but it's true"
The headmaster stared at his cup and breathed incoherently. Harry waited for his response impatiently; he looked at Madam Pomfrey who looked a bit dazed.
"Your memories have been tampered—someone had erased and placed fake memories in your head." Dumbledore explained to him, caressing his temples.
He could only do was open his mouth in shock and try to not overreact.
"Who erased my—who messed with my head?" Harry spluttered. This just made everything much chaotic to him.
"We do not know for now." The headmaster said calmly until a gasp was heard from the Madam Pomfrey.
"Albus?" She interrupted, looking quite ghostly.
Both of them turned their attention to the school nurse and waited for her to talk.
"The boy…he has no magic."
"What?" Dumbledore shouted while Harry was simply speechless.
It had been a few hours after Madam Pomfrey had learned that he has lost his magic. She and Dumbledore had tried a lot of test to try to find out any clue or any ounce of magic, but it all confirmed one thing. He has no magic at all. It has seemed that his magic had been absorbed by someone or something.
He was informed by the Headmaster that stealing one's magic is forbidden by the law and was one of the highest regulations that were established way before the Wizengamot was made.
Madam Pomfrey had further explained to them that he has similarities with a squib, before they could further test it. Mrs. Weasley demanded him to eat some food.
However, his appetite had rapidly vanished at that thought of losing his magic. He just couldn't believe it, he won't go back to Hogwarts and he'll have to return to the Dursley. It just made him feel awful and broken at the same time.
He played with the meal idly until he felt someone getting inside the room. They sat beside him quietly but he didn't want to see who it was, he doesn't want to see anyone at all right now.
"Are you alright, mate?" Ron's voice asked. Harry wiped his nose before nodding at him.
He felt someone pulling his hand from his plate and looked up to see it was Ginny; she had her hair out loose which nearly covered her face.
She gripped it softly and said. "Everything's going to be okay. Headmaster will find a way to get your magic back."
He snorted and shook his head.
"I doubt that." Harry whispered as Ron moved closer to him.
"Hey! Don't say that." The redheaded boy protested. His sister nodded in agreement.
He sighed loudly before looking from his plate and smiled gloomily at the two. "I'm sorry…I'm just-"
"We understand," Ginny assured him and held his hand. He just noticed that she was crying again which alarmed him.
Ron eyed at them suspiciously, looking ready to say something until the door banged opened, startling them. Two familiar faces entered the room and Harry couldn't help but grinned at them.
Before Harry could say a word, he was abruptly pulled into a warm embrace. He quickly returned the favor once he realized that it was Sirius who initiated it. He felt a shudder in his stomach and realized how happy he was to see them.
"Ron!" Ginny hissed at his brother. "C'mon, we should go. Mum's probably finding us!"
Ron stared at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
Sirius released him from his arms as they watched Ginny pulling Ron from his shirt. She started to speak at him silently while they head to door swiftly.
"We'll be back in a minute, Harry!" Ginny shouted, shutting the door rather loudly.
The three of them exchanged looks at the siblings' behaviour.
"What was that about?" Sirius asked to Remus. The brown-haired man only shrugged at him instead.
Harry glanced back at them and nearly shouted from happiness. "Sirius! Professor Lupin,"
"Harry, I told you to call me, Remus." The ex-professor berated him while Sirius sat closely at him.
"He calls you that to annoy you, Moony!" Sirius barked, winking at Harry. For that, he punched his Godfather lightly to the side, making them all laugh.
After they settled down neatly, Harry wondered at them. "What have you been up to?"
"What have we been up to?" Sirius scoffed at him then practically shouted. "What happened to you?!"
Harry shrinks in his bed as he continued to get lectured by his Godfather.
"Harry! You shouldn't be pulling these stunts out of nowhere," Sirius berated at him. "And tell one of your professors for god's sake!"
At that moment, he thought the dog animagus wouldn't stop. It also made him worried if he acted like this when he was at a coma. Once he noticed Sirius' voice getting softer, he silently released a sigh of relief.
"What Sirius is trying to say is that we care about you and we wouldn't want to see you get hurt." Remus explained to him calmly, patting him at his shoulder.
His godfather nodded at Remus and pulled Harry once again in an embrace. "I almost thought we'll gonna lose you, Harry."
Harry squeezed him in comfort, he heard himself muffled. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, bud." Sirius sniffed, wiping his face. "Just don't pull that again, alright?"
"Yup, I promise." Harry assured him. At this point, he wondered to himself if this is what a family feels like…it also reminded him of Ms. Darkbloom. He shook his head from that topic and returned back to reality.
"Did Headmaster tell everything?" He queried, fiddling his hands.
They both bobbed their heads and Sirius expressed. "Yup! I practically forced it out from him."
"He shouted at the poor old man's face and demanded to know everything." Remus jeered at the other man's statement, freeing a laugh from Harry's lips.
Harry unconsciously lowered his head and mumbled, "Even about my condition right now?"
"Yes, Harry, we know." Sirius grabbed his hand tightly. "And don't worry about it! Dumbledore's on it."
He whipped his hand out from Sirius' grasp as he started to get frustrated by the constant assurance. It was like someone lighting a bomb inside his body and he just wanted to release it.
"What's wrong?" Remus asked.
"What's wrong?!" Harry repeated his ex-professor. "I lost my magic and everyone is dealing it like it's no big deal!"
His voice started to get hoarse at the end. He breathed heavily, not wanting to look up at any of them.
"I just lost my magic." He whimpered unexpectedly, staring down at his hands. Panic started to reach his chest and he couldn't control himself.
"Oh man! Moony, get Madam Pomfrey." Sirius ordered the other man then kneeled carefully at Harry. Professor Lupin dashed to the door as he heard Sirius' voice calming him down. What was happening to him?!
"It's going be okay," Sirius soothed him. Harry started to breathe dangerously as he realized that tears were coming out.
Harry heard himself constantly blubbered. "I got no magic…I—I'll never get back to Hogwarts."
Madam Pomfrey and Remus ran inside the room, the nurse swished out an item from her pocket.
"Move out," She yelled at his godfather.
He got away from the bed as Madam Pomfrey gently nudged a thin aqua vial to his lips. "Drink up, dear."
Harry grasped the vial shakily as he gulped the potion. A sweet taste splashed inside his tongue and quickly, he began to slowly calm down.
"What's inside that?" Sirius murmured, looking at him cautiously.
The nurse wiped Harry's face, much to his embarrassment and answered him. "Calming Draught,"
"Is it normal for him to have panic attacks?" Remus inquired at her.
"Considering his situation, yes it is." She confirmed, keeping the thin vial back to her pocket. "He's going to have some frequent panic attacks or mood swings in the future."
She continued. "So I advise you to not talk about tender subjects."
Harry was mildly irritated that he was being talked about in front of him but he was still stuck on what just happened. That was too unexpected for him to do and he never had done of those in his live, it kind of freaked him out if it was possible to be freaked out by a panic attack.
"—have to sedate him right now." He delayed to hear from Madam Pomfrey.
"Can't he stay here for one more day?" Sirius demanded. Harry move back and forth to both of them.
"W—what's happening?" Harry asked softly.
Three of them looked back at him but Professor Lupin was the first to answer him. "It's nothing, Harry."
"We should talk about this outside." Harry heard Remus talking in hush tones.
"There's nothing to talk about here." Madam Pomfrey insisted, looked almost riled up. "I have orders from the Headmaster."
"I don't care! Why do we have to drug him?" Sirius shouted at her. Harry watched Remus stepped in front of him.
"Sirius, calm down," Remus said.
"You saw what happened to him right now? It is best if he was sedated through the journey." The nurse shushed him but Harry could still hear them.
"Then he'll be at it again once he realized where he is!" Sirius yelled. Professor Lupin was hushing them both while involuntarily pushing them to the door.
As soon as Harry understands what they were saying, he quickly picked up and soon, he started to feel his chest beat harshly. His worst fear was coming true; they're bringing him back to the Dursley's!
"No!" He cried, pulling his legs away from them. "I won't go back there!"
Professor Lupin ran to his side and called him out. "Harry! Harry! It'll be alright."
Unexpectedly, he felt a stung from his thigh and he yelped to see his ex-Professor, injecting something inside him. Harry's jaw widened in shock, his vision started to get blurry.
"Moony, what are you doing?!" Harry watched Sirius roaring at his best friend.
The door opened loudly as a couple of unfamiliar people enter the room. Madam Pomfrey hurried to the side as they come closer to him.
"This is for his own good," Remus's voice ranged.
He started to lose focus once he felt himself floating and out of his bed.
"You can't believe that old coot!" Sirius bellowed to Remus. "Hey! Bring him down!"
Harry coughed as he felt someone grabbing him. "Sirius, goddamit! Stop it right now!"
"He needs us, Moony!" He heard Sirius wailed from afar.
And his eyes started to drop as noise rang in his ears.
Harry woke up to see the blue-grey sky trailing from the window. It took him a long enough before he realized he was in a moving car and it took him an eternity before he remembered that they're bringing him to the Dursley's.
'Back to the Dursley's,' He winced.
He felt his legs on top of someone's lap as he tries to regain consciousness. He wiggled around but he wasn't able to budge.
"Wotcher, Harry." A woman's voice greeted him. He only manages to let out a groan for a hello until he fell asleep again.
A pair of hands started to shake him as he opened up his eyes again. For once, he was able to control himself.
"Welcome back to the world of the living," A pink-haired girl grinned, pulling him to let him sit. He scratched his head confusedly and he looked around to notice that they were already here.
He cursed to himself.
"Such a dirty mouth, Harry," The pink-haired woman teased. Harry blushed that he managed to say that out loud.
Another voice grumbled to his side. "Do we have to carry the boy to his room?"
"Not needed, he's awake!" The woman replied. Harry felt annoyed by the girl's energy but it was probably because he was in a bad mood.
"I'm Tonks, by the way," The pink-haired lady introduced to him, lending out a hand. Harry gingerly shook it until he watched the lady's hair changed from pink to blue.
Harry gasped loudly and quickly wiped his eyes, only to hear the lady laugh at his surprise.
"Your hair changed—"
"Color? Yeah, I'm metamorphmagus" The lady finished his sentence for him. "I can change my face and hair to anything."
He spluttered at the word. "A metamo-what?"
"Nymphadora! Bring out Potter already." The grumpy voice shouted again. Tonks opened the door, fresh air welcomed him. The woman held him gently, letting him leaned onto her as she guided him out of the car.
Harry glared at the sight of his relative's house, he heard the pink-haired girl complained. "Don't call me that!"
He was faced with a familiar face, a white-haired old man to be in fact. He had a wrinkled face filled with lots of artificial gadgets and leaned towards a staff. Harry recalled his name after a few seconds.
"Professor Moody?" He asked unsurely and shuddered at the peculiar man's artificial eye is examining him.
"Hello Potter," The old man said, getting closer to him. "Remove the 'Professor' and we're good."
Harry nodded at him as a dark-skinned man brought out his bag from the trunk.
"I haven't done any teaching—," He listened to Moody until he ignored him completely.
He fidgeted the end of shirt while he looked at the house venomously. Aunt Petunia is probably cooking dinner, he suspected. She would be waiting for Dudley from god knows what and Uncle Vernon return from his work.
A gust of wind shook from his back, making him shiver. He spun around unconsciously as he hid a gasp on what he is seeing right now. It resembled a slap in his face when he stared at a house, glowing with lights across from Dursley's.
It was Miss Darkbloom's old house and she was back from the looks of their window.
Moody's gruff voice asked from his back. "Potter, are you alright?"
Harry gritted his teeth, annoyed by the question after being asked that constantly the whole day. He didn't know who to be angry at first that fact that he's back at his relatives' house or the question.
"I'm fine." He answered coldly, feeling chills from the day's weather.
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Ginny went back to her room hastily while her brother went to his own; she knew he was going to inform Hermione already so she wrote a letter for someone else instead…someone she owe right now.
She roughly wiped the tears from her eyes before pulling a parchment and a quill out of her drawers. She sniffed and started to write neatly as possible.
…It worked! I can't believe it. I followed everything you said and it only took a second before he woke up…
She leaned back at the letter and rubbed her nose once more; she huffed and pulled out a new parchment while she untidily threw the old one to her bin.
…Thank you...Harry just woke up after I did what you told…This is so unbelievable…
It took her a few minutes before she got satisfied with her handiwork. She folded the parchment messily after writing the corresponding information, placing it on top of her table.
A sudden thought passed her head and she quickly patted her pocket. Once she felt the lump, she sighed in relief. She almost thought she lost it!
She slipped her hand inside her pocket and pulled out a fruit of some of kind, examining it closely. She had wanted to hide it under her bed. However, she feared that one of her brothers would find it or even worse, eat it for that matter.
Ginny dropped to her bed until she heard her mother shouting at someone and she knew exactly who she was yelling at. She peeked from her door and waited for her parents leave Harry's room. She was thankful that her room was close to his.
She tiptoed to the other room and smiled happily that Harry was finally awake, unknowingly leaving the fruit in her bed.
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