Whilst Harry had continued to make a name for himself, the Potters had almost given up hope of ever seeing their daughter in the land of the living once more. After the initial day of her magical induced coma people could feel the magic start to ebb away from the room allowing those who wished entrance into Daisy's room to move a few feet closer to the girl led peacefully on her bed.
Changes are what any parent expects to see within their children, as they grow older anyways. For the Potters that statement wasn't entirely true, they couldn't see Harry change for obvious reasons and now being able to step into their daughter's room, they could not see the little girl they expected but what seemed to be a teenager blossoming in her youth where their daughter was meant to be.
Test's had been run the moment it was possible to move up to the bed. This upset the Potters as it had taken almost 3 weeks for them to even be able to reach the bed let alone test the girl that led there. These test proved that Daisy was the girl led on the bed and that she had a seriously depleted magical core. It was decided this was the cause of her going into the coma in the first place and the magic stopping them was the result of using up her core.
Two months had now passed since Daisy went into the coma. Lily had sat with her as much as possible through it. She hadn't eaten or slept properly in weeks and it was now showing it toll on her body. She was in and out of consciousness always waking with a start, checking around the room to make sure there was nothing dangerous that could harm her, not so little anymore, girl.
James had taken his frustration about the situation in a completely different method; he had engrossed himself in his work always ready for whatever came his way and always coming home at a ridiculous time during the night or early morning. He had seen the effect on his wife and yet he knew there was little he could do whilst he, himself was trying to drown his sorrows in a good duel, whether it be against a dark wizard or witch, a drunkard or in some cases the muggle from down the lane who was threatening magical children.
Daisy finally awoke two months and two days later. Her golden brown eyes drifted open to the light shimmering through her curtains casting a warm red glow around her very spacious room. She noticed soon enough that things seemed smaller and further away than usual but she passed it of as some prank her father pulled on her while she slept.
'He would pay, oh yes he would pay' her thoughts a continuous slideshow of the many different ways he would be paid back. She would force him into a dress so she could see if she should buy it for her mother, spend thousands of galleons or she could just put a whoopee cushion under his chair whilst her uncle Sirius and Remus were around and they'd do the rest for her. No matter what though all she knew was he would pay and she would have her sweet, sweet revenge.
Her neck clicked as she spun quickly to the left seeing her mother scream in happiness and rush forward trying to hug and kiss every inch of her.
"Err mum what's going on your acting all weird like and stop kissing me your getting me wet with your spit… ewww"
"Oh my baby, my beautiful baby girls woke up. I'm so happy I could sing and dance and prance around, like James did when he found out I was pregnant with Harry"
Lily looked as if she was about to cry whilst smiling all the same and started to sing a unique song that Daisy was sure her mother had thought up of on the spot.
"My lit-tle Harry
Where could you be?
It's me, your mother singing after thee,
I wait so long
I know what we did was wrong
But please we're sorry,
We all miss you lots
Please come home,
I don't want you alone
Out, in the wild
You're only just a child"
Her warbling tones continued whilst Daisy looked on in horror as her mother was obviously going through a break down.
"DADDDDDDDY, I THINK MOMMMMMY'S GONE COOCOO"
She realised something was wrong when she didn't hear the stampeding bull that her father usually was when she shouted for him. She bounded out of bed intent on looking for some help to try and calm her mother down. Before she even took two steps her mother had swooped down upon her and lifted her up into her arms, still singing the silly song as if on a loop. She started to sway and move around with her in her arms still singing her stupid song, with a smile still etched on her face whilst tears streamed down her cheeks.
'Someone better hurry up and help me, I really think I'll go mental if she keeps this up'
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Warbling tones met James Potter when he arrived home that night earlier than had become his norm. He walked towards the noise an amused grin on his face when he recognized the voice of Lily. He entered his daughter's room to see his wife dancing in circles clinging on their daughter who was struggling to free herself from her mother's grasp.
He rushed off before either saw him intent on finding a camera so he could capture the moment and forever embarrass his daughter in front of her friends whenever he pleased. He quickly found the old Magicam180, his parent's old camera that was even after all this time one of the better magical cameras of today.
A flash soon followed by a click was what Daisy as her mother spun her to face the door once more, there her father stood, a grin plastered to his face taking photos while she was having a dilemma. Her mother was obviously going through her mid-stage crisis or had just gone loopy she couldn't decide which, and when she needed someone to save her, her idiot of a father decided it would be better to take photo'. Oh hell no she wouldn't put up with that.
"DADDDDY hurry up mummy's been holding me like this forever and she's gone coo coo like really, really loopy and won't stop singing or dancing… about Harry"
As soon as he heard his daughter state something was wrong with his wife the grin fell from his face and he rushed over. After a few struggled minutes he eventually pried Daisy from Lily's grasp and he had knocked Lily out with a stunner so he could take her to Saint Mungo's to get her checked on.
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Lily it turned out had, had a nervous breakdown. With the excitement of her daughter waking up, which had the healers trying to give her test for days on end to find out what, was wrong with her, and Harry not returning to them and basically severing contact with them, she couldn't handle the stress. It took her several weeks to get herself in the right mind set that the healers were considering letting her go.
Daisy had been run through even more tests after it was found out she didn't cast any magic that could have caused her to go into a coma and therefore for the period Lily was within the hospital Daisy was taking daily tests by different specialist so that they could try and find what was wrong with her. This however yielded no results and once more left the healers in a dilemma. They soon decided the first hypothesis of what happened was most likely the truth but Daisy was unable to remember it.
James was also given an examination, his lack of sleeping and eating as well as his constant working had really put its toll on his body. He was but a shadow of his former self and the healers had prescribed him several nutrient potions to be taken daily for the next 2 months and to rest and relax so that his body had a chance to gain much of his previous mass again.
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The portkey dropped him un-ceremonially on a sandy beach surrounded by clear sea water and rolling grassy hills up a shot incline he could see a majestic looking town which he realised would be his home for however long his new tutors decided he needed to stay. The clear sky allowed for the sun to burn him as he walked into the village, for the first time in such a long time he was unsure of himself. His masters hadn't told him what he was to do after his portkey dropped him off, a mistake on their and his own behalf for not reminding them.
Walking through the town, windows were thrown open and the inhabitant's heads peeped out looking at the intruder into their quaint little piece of paradise. He soon realised all these heads belonged to unbelievably good looking women and girls. No hair out of place, no sunburn on their brow and yet he was sweltering in the heat already concocting a sun tan on the back of his neck from the walk up to the village.
A girl his age walked up to him from the town square seemingly knowing his reason for being there. She was quickly at his side jabbering to him speedily in French.
"Bonjour, you must be monsieur Harry. My queen is expecting you non? I am to take you to her and she shall answer your questions. Follow me please"
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A/N – hey guys and girls here's my next chapter of Harry Potter and the Prophesised One I hope you like it and please review. Here are a few things I need to explain firstly I don't really like doing authors notes and giving explanations to the questions you have on here I usually do it by reviewing my story so if you want an answer to your question you should try looking there. As well as this when I use italics it will mean it's another languageother than English and I will try to explain what language it is in my writing.
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