AN: I do not own Harry Potter, that right belongs to the author of the series: JK Rowling.

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Thanks to: Aishia123 and to potterhermione, and to the guest reviewers.

Yes this is a rated T because A) I am paranoid, and B) because of content.

Any who I hope you all like this, enjoy!

It was eleven thirty at night, and Albus lay on the hospital bed, his eyes closed shut, an IV was stuck to him, with clear liquid dripping slowly through the tube that was hooked up to the needle that was inserted into Albus's hand. Harry and Ginny were sitting in chairs by his side; James and Lily were at home at the Burrow with Molly and Arthur Weasley. Ginny's hand gripped Albus's as he slept in the bed. His abdomen was wrapped in cloth to hold the disinfected gauze down, and more gauze was put on the three letters that was deeply scratched by Bellatrix's knife near his chest, and on his arms was more gauze that was held down with more cloth. Ginny was glad that Albus was back. But it pained her insides to see how he ended up. She wished that it was herself that was in the bed rather than Albus, it was every mother's worst nightmare when their child was in a hospital bed suffering from manmade inflicted wounds. Ginny also wanted revenge on the four Death Eaters who did this, she wanted them to pay for this, and she wanted them to suffer just like Albus. It was one thing to do this to another adult, but it was low when something like this happened to an innocent child. Ginny could not imagine anyone going so low in harming a child just for fun. A healer walked in the room, a clipboard with a quill was following behind him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" the healer asked.

"Yes?" Harry and Ginny asked at the same time, both were looking up at the healer. The healer was healer Martin, the head healer on the floor.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, we ran some tests and Albus has some infections that came from his wounds," healer Martin said. He was talking in a calm voice to the two. "We have antibiotics that will fight the infection."

"Will he be ok?" Ginny asked, it was the first thing that came to her mind.

"Of course Mrs. Potter," healer Martin said. "He will be just fine."

"Good," Harry answered as he stood up from his chair. "But before you start giving Albus the anti-biotic, I want to know what kind infection he has."

"It is like staph infection," healer Martin said. "Albus has had the wounds on his arms for more than a day, so it makes it more possible for him to catch the infection. The conditions that he has been in contribute to it also. It is also evident that he has not eaten in quite some time as well… We will give him some food when he wakes up, but for now, the IV is supplying him with the nutrients he needs." The healer walked up to Albus and he held a small bottle with a clear liquid inside. Ginny held Albus's hand. His touch was warm against her fingers. She watched healer Martin give Albus the anti-biotic. Holding the bottle to his lips and poured the liquid slowly into Albus's mouth.

Albus could feel a cool tingling sensation spread through him as the anti-biotic spread slowly through his body. He could feel his mother's fingers on his hand, how he knew it was her was by her touch? Unlike Bellatrix's hand, his mother's hand was soft and gentle. He could feel warmth through the touch. It was comforting to know that his mother was by him. He could remember his dad, Harry coming towards him as he lay on that table just a few hours ago. He had never been so relieved to see his dad at that moment, even though he saw his dad for a moment as he drifted toward conciseness.

Flashback…

"Perseus!" Bellatrix yelled through the mansion, the eleven year old walked up towards his mother.

"Yes mum?" he asked, he wondered what he did wrong now. Unless she was in one of her moods, but she didn't seem to be really mad.

"You have been accepted to Durmstrang Institute," she said, a rare smile was on her alwaws none motional face.

"Durmstrang? But I thought I was going to Hogwarts where-"

"No Hogwarts for you," she snapped. He knew better than to argue with her. He never won an argument with his mother and father. They always ended badly where he ended up on the ground, six feet under.

"It is a lot better than Hogwarts, believe me," she said, her hands behind her back, as she paced back and forth in front of him. His eyes followed her. "No Mudbloods at Durmstrang, oh no, it is all pure bloods, a proud school. You will be going there and that is final, do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a nod. The eleven year old did not want to go to Durmstrang Institute; he wanted to go to Hogwarts where his cousin Scorpius Malfoy was going.

"Good, you will pick up your school supplies tomorrow," Bellatrix told him.

"You're not going?" he asked, he was pretty sure that his mum was going to go with him, to make sure he got the right things. But he also felt comfortable with the idea; neither she nor his dad ever went with him when he went to Diagon Alley or Knuckturn Alley. It gave him time to by himself for a while.

"No you stupid boy," she said to him, a flash of anger was in her eyes as she looked at him. "You are old enough to go by yourself." He has heard that same sentence before countless of times. She and his dad have been saying that since he was eight. They insisted that he had to be independent, and going out on his own, and finding his way back was their idea of being independent. Sending an eight year old boy into the world by himself was not what he called good parenting, then again, the Lestranges were never good parents. He remembered how scared he was when he first went out on his own. Everything seemed big like giants to him. He eventually learned where to go, and where not to go. He had learned to lie to adults that his parents were around the corner or something like that when people asked where they were or why he was alone.

… flashback#2…

It was the day after finding out that he was going to Durmstrang, and Percy was sitting in the train that was taking him down town. He was looking at the trolley he was using that held his new school supplies. He was getting a few looks from others, but Percy learned not to pay attention to the weird looks.

"Excuse me," Percy looked up, and he saw a middle age woman sitting one seat away from him. She dressed in jeans, a pink colored sweater and her hair was brown that went passed her shoulders. "Where are your parents?" The woman seemed nice enough, she had smile marks under her eyes and she seemed kind.

"Oh, er… they are in another cart," Percy said, he smiled, hoping the woman 3oud buy the lie.

"Why are you not with them?" she asked. She had a caring look on her face, he wished his own mother would look at him like that, and instead of like a muddy puppy was getting mud all over the floor that was just freshly cleaned. This question was normal to Percy, many have asked it.

"The other cart was full, so I went into this one after I told them I am fine," he lied. The woman looked at him, she wasn't buying the lie he just told.

"Sweetie, are you having trouble at home?" she asked, looking at him with her kind eyes. The kind of eyes he never received before in his life. He wanted to tell her yes, that his parents were insane people who had the capacity to kill.

"No ma'am," Percy said to her. "They are just up there in age is all." That last part was the truth. His parents were getting elderly, but that didn't really stop them.

"Listen sweetie," the woman said, "You can tell me if they are not treating you right, I would never send my son out on his own."

"I am ok ma'am, really I am," he said. Percy had no wish to causing any distraction. What she said did send comfort ti him, he had no idea why either but it did. It made him feel good knowing that this woman was better at being a mum than his own.

Flashback#3…

"How dare you bring this…. This girl to our house," Bellatrix bellowed. Percy could see the anger in her eyes, they showed pure furry.

"…I… I…" Percy had no idea what he was going to say, all he knew was that he had to get Emily out of the house. Percy looked at his mother, he had to be brave, he had to stand up against his parents. "… Don't do nothing to her, I wont let you!" Percy stood up towards his parenst. He had to show that he was brave and not weak, and standing up to them was no small task. He was ready to embass the physical abuse.

"Rodolphus!" Bellatrix yelled, "Let the girl go… but not without a little going away gift."

"NO, DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!" Percy yelled, he walked up close to his mother; he didn't want nothing to happen to Emily. He looked at Bellatrix, daring her to touch him. Bellatrix cackled, a cackle that was dripping with venom.

"Oh my dear boy, oh how much I have waited for you to show an act of defiance," Bellatrix cooed. "I would rather have you face it at that girl, but this will do."

"Leave. Her. Alone," Percy said again, he was ready to protect Emily at all cost. Emily came up the steps from the basement; he looked over his shoulder, seeing blood on one side of her face. She looked scared as she looked at Percy and his parents. Percy backed up and he stepped in front of Emily, shielding her from his mother and father. Rodolphus and Bellatrix stood in front of him. He could hear Emily crying behind him.

"Please let me go home…" she pleaded.

"Why should we let her go?" Rodolphus asked, eyeing the young girl behind Percy.

"Because it is me you want… not her," he answered. He backed up towards the front door. "Go Emily… I am sorry."

Emily didn't answer him as she left the house. Percy looked at his parents. His eyes fixed on them both.

"If we see her again this house or anywhere near on my property, she will be dead, do you understand me boy?" Rodolphus said, he was looking at Percy with intense eyes.

"You bloody hell wont," Percy said. "I hardly doubt she will ever speak to me again."

"Do you dare raise your voice to me?" Rodolphus said.

"Yes. I. Do," Percy said. SMACK. Percy felt like the wind was knocked out of him as hit the floor. His cheek burned where Bellatrix hit him. Rodolphus grabbed Percy by the shirt before Percy could react and hoisted him up to his feet.

"Listen here boy," Rodolphus said, looking at Percy in the eye. "You will do as we say, because the next time I ever see that girl again, you can mark my words that she will be dead. Dead under my feet. She is nothing more than dirt under my shoes." Rodolphus let go and shoved Percy back against the door. His back slammed against the door from the force. Percy watched his parents walk away from him. He felt hatred towards them. But Percy knew that what his father said was true. When Rodolphus said a promise, he kept it, and Percy knew that this promise was going to be kept, no matter how hard he tried.

Flashback #4…

A nine year old Percy was in the basement. His parents were standing on either side of him, their wands were drawn.

"This is a little lesson in the most powerful spells known to our kind, they are made to enforce filthy muggles like this one to bow down to use," Rodolphus said, holding his wand, pointing it at the man in front of them. Percy looked at the man who was on the ground. He was begging at his parents.

"Please, I have a wife… and children," the man said, he was on his knees.

"CRUCIO" Rodolphus said. Percy jumped when he saw the reaction of the man, he had a look of pain on his face, and it frightened Percy. Why would anyone do something like that to another person? The man's screams were the sounds of torture to Percy's ears. Riodolphus stopped.

"IMPERIOUS," Bellatrix shouted, the man's body stiffened as the imperious curse was set on him. "Bend backwards until your back pops you worthless piece of filth." Bellatrix laughed as the man bent backwards, Percy watched him bend backwards until his face was strained with invisible pain and then POP.

"You're hurting him," Percy said, looking up from Rodolphus then to Bellatrix.

"AVEDAKADAVRA" Rodolphus shouted and a green light erupted from the wand and the man fell down dead before he realized what had happened. Percy looked at the man; his eyes watered knowing the man will never see his friends or family again. How can anyone do something like that? Percy wondered to himself, I will never do something so evil. Percy had seen this one to many times to know how his parents were, nothing stopped them. They made him watch as they have killed hundreds of muggles for fun countless of times. "We are doing this world a favor boy, the fewer the mudbloods, the better off our world will be… We will have you kill one before your sixteenth birthday… Oh yes you will." Rodolphus looked down at Perseus.

"But it's wrong-"

"But it's wrong" Bellatrix mocked. She stifled a laugh as she looked down at him. "Do you hear that Rodolphus? He thinks it's wrong for us to have fun." Bellatrix and Rodolphus laughed in mockery. Not noticing that Perseus was looking at the dead man on the ground, tears were filling his eyes as his parents mocked him and at the dead body in front of him. He hated knowing what his parents did.

Flashback#5….

Perseus looked at his best friend Roland. He was in Durmstrang Institute, and it was near Christmas holidays. Durmstrang was in the northern most regions of Norway or Sweden, and the castle was smaller compared to Hogwarts, and it did not allow muggle borns.

"What is it that you had to tell me?" Roland asked. As Percy and Roland were standing in the hallway between classes. "Can you come to my house for Christmas?"

"I can't go to your house," Percy said, he felt bad for telling his friend this. "My parents said no… again."

"Why not?" Roland asked, as a cool breeze blew across the hallway, making the already chilly corridor even colder. Luckily their fur coats helped block the wind.

"I don't know," Percy said. "They suck out all the fun out of everything."

"What are they dementors?" Roland asked, trying to cheer up Percy's sulky mood.

"Listen, it is ok, honestly, parents can be like that sometimes," Roland said. Percy wished it was that simple. His parents never let him do much fun. The only fun he had was if he sneaked out or if it was his parent's kind of fun.

"I was looking forward to it, I guess they knew how bad I wanted to spend Christmas at your house," Percy said. "They ruin everything."

"Look Percy," Roland said, putting his hands on Percy's shoulders. "Don't worry, I will stay behind with you to keep you company."

"You don't have to Roland" Percy said. "I don't want you to miss out on your family."

"It is no big deal, honestly," Roland said. "My parents won't mind, besides, you're my friend, your kind of like family already." Percy could not believe his ears. His friend was going to stay with him at school. That was the nicest thing anyone has done for him.

"Thanks Roland" Percy said. Roland nodded with a smile.

… End flashbacks…

Albus stirred in his sleep, it was nearly eight in the morning as Albus's eyes fluttered. Harry and Ginny were fast asleep, neither had slept well that night, both wanted to be up when Albus awoke. Albus could feel his mother's hand on his. He looked over at his right, his parents were sleeping. He looked at his parents, Albus had no idea how he felt. He felt joy seeing them, seeing them, and actually touching them. This could not be a dream, it was real. It was actually real.

"… mum?... dad?" Albus said, his voice cracked from his throat being dry from hours of no use. Harry and Ginny stirred when they heard his voice, then there eyes fell on Albus. His green eyes starred back at them.

…

Ginny looked at Albus, she felt like her heart was flying on air. Like all her problems were lifted. Ginny smiled as she saw her youngest son, the feeling that she felt, seeing Albus alive again, brought something more than to her, the feeling could not be explained. All it can be described is happiness and relief. No words needed to be said as Ginny and Harry hugged Albus. The three Potters held on to each other for what felt like hours. Tears of joy flooded Ginny's eyes.

"My baby is home," Ginny said in between some tears as she held onto Albus. Harry let go first, wipping away a tear from his eye.

"… Are you ok Albus? Do you need anything?" Harry asked. He wasn't sure what to ask or even say to him. So many things have flooded his brain between now and the previous twenty four hours.

"I'm fine dad," Albus said. He was not sure what to say either. He was glad to his parents again, but the Lestranges images hung in the back of his mind.

"I'll go inform the healers you're awake" Ginny said as she stood. "I am sure you're very hungry. I could hear your stomach growling while you slept." Albus watched her leave the room, leaving him with his father. That was when Albus heard his father cry. Harry sat on the hospital bed, his emotions flooding him. Albus had never seen his father cry until now. He wasn't sure if he should say something or not as his father sat on the corner of the bed.

"… Its ok dad," Albus said. "… I'm ok."

"…It's my fault…" Harry said. "I should have reacted sooner when I saw Bellatrix and Rodolphus through the window… I should have gone in right then… not wait for a team…" Albus looked at his dad; he was still a hero to him. Albus knew Harry did the right thing by getting a team together. Things probably could have ended up worse if he went in at first.

"It's not your fault dad," Albus said. "… It never was." Harry looked over at Albus, he smiled at his son's bravery.

"You're a brave kid Al," Harry said as Ginny and a healer walked in the room carrying a tray of breakfast. "A lot braver than me at times."

"Here you go Potter, If you need more please let us now," the healer said sitting the trey on the bed.

"Thank you," Albus said watching the healer leave the room. Albus looked at the food in front of him. Eggs and sausage was on the plate, and the aroma filled his nostrils, making his stomach growl. Albus took a few bites. The food tasted delicious, he had no idea how hungry he was until he took the first bite of eggs and sausage. Albus looked up after the second bite, his parents were not eating. To Albus, it felt weird knowing his parents were not eating either.

"Everything ok Al?" Ginny asked noticing that he stopped eating.

"You aren't going to eat?" he asked his parents. Harry and Ginny looked at each other; eating breakfast never crossed their minds.

"…I guess I can go get something," Harry said looking at Ginny. "Did you owl or send a patronus to the family yet?"

"Oh bloody hell, I knew was forgetting something," Ginny said as she realized that she forgot about sending word to her family.

"I'll hurry as fast as I can," Harry said as he ruffled Albus's hair as he left the room. Ginny took a seat on the bed, her eyes shone bright from crying. She took Albus's hand in hers; his skin was warm against hers. She could see the bandages on his forearm where he was cut.

"I love you mum," he said. Albus was scared that he would never see his family again, he was scared on what Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Rosemerta would do to his family. Albus had always loved his family, but he never knew how much until this happened.

"I love you too Albus," Ginny replied. Her eyes watered when Albus said that. It always meant so much to her when one of her children said those three words. Ginny wanted to hug him, but she restrained herself when she remembered that he was in the hospital.

"Mum?" Albus asked.

"Yes Al?" she asked as she sat up right next to him.

"What… What will happen to them?" Albus asked, he looked in his mother's eyes.

"The Lestranges?" Ginny asked as she looked at him, his color was getting back to normal, but he still looked weak. Albus nodded his response. "Well… the aurors are doing their best to finding them... Your dad will ask if you know anything about where they will go."

Albus's face fell when he heard that the Lestranges have not been caught yet, taking a strong fascination with the plate over his lap. "They haven't been caught yet?" he asked. Ginny shook her head.

"I'm sorry sweet heart," Ginny told him. Albus looked up at her.

"… It's ok," Albus said. "I am sure dad will catch them soon."

"I am sure your right," Ginny said rubbing his back, making a circle motion with her hand.

…..

Molly Weasley was sitting at her long table in the kitchen. Her coffee mug was sitting in front of her, steam rose from the caffeine liquid. Her grandchildren James and Lily were upstairs sleeping. She sat at the table, waiting for news of her grandson Albus. She was worried about him. The healers said he was going to be ok when they got blood back in him, and got some good rest, but Molly was still worried. She was always worried about the wellbeing of the children in her family. In the corner of her eye, a stag stood in the middle of her kitchen.

"Albus is awake, he is doing fine," said the voice of Harry Potter. Molly stood up. "You can visit anytime today."

"ARTHUR!" Molly shouted. As she walked to the foot of the stairs. "KIDS come on we will be going to the hospital pretty soon."

…..

Albus was staring up at his family from his bed; his parents, brother, sister, his grandparents, some of his cousins, and aunts and uncles. It felt good to Albus seeing his family in front of him. They were all smiling at him, making him feel accepted.

AN: Last chapter of Revenge. To be honest I had no clear view on how I would end this chapter, but there you have it. I have one more chapter to go for this series.