Cloak and Dagger

Chapter: 11

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

*Major Sounds*

Michael's Narrations

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AN: Sorry for the short chapter and the long wait, but I lost my muse for this and now I'm trying to get back into it.

As Harry woke up, he was greeted by the soft beeps of a heart moniter and the feeling that his head was a few sizes too small. Looking around, he found himself laying on a hosptal bed in a private room with only one window, an armchair for visetors, and an extra chair just in case. The TV on the wall was turned off, the only light source was the dim lights from the window.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of flushing from the bathroom followed by the sound of running water from the sink but was helpless to do anything, he had no idea what weapons were here that he could use, he wasn't even that sure of where he was in the Hospital.

Before he could ponder it anymore, the door opened and out walked a person he hadn't expected to see.

Walking out of the bathroom, was Madeline Westen, followed by a thick cloud of smoke, making him smile a bit and let out a small, yet weak chuckle.

Hearing it, Madeline looked over and saw that he was awake, "Oh Harry, I was so worried about you. When I got the call that you were here, I came right over."

"Thank you, Maddie," he replied, taking a breath before his eyes shot open, "Oh shit, what about the others?"

He short up in bed or tried to, only to fall back with a sick, dizzy feeling.

"There fine," Maddie told him, "Sam's a bit beat up, but nothing a little beer didn't fix right up. Michael got back from... wherever the hell he went and took another job and Fiona's helping. Just hold on a minute, I'll go get the docters."

She was gone before he could say anything, giving him a chance to look around again, there were a few get well cards on the table, one from Fiona depicting some flowers with, 'Get well soon' on the front in loopy curved letters. Another was from both Sam and Michael, he wasn't sure but he suspected that one had signed it to get out of buying one themselves. Madeline had also got him one but there was one unopened one at the bottom.

But before he could look at it the Doctor arrived, telling Harry that he had been unconscious for nearly a week and had suffered a cracked skull, bruised his brain, and had a sevear concussion. When he lost consciousness, they feared that he would slip into a coma but were relived now that he was awake.

He was infromed that he would be released in the morning and would be given pain medication for his head.

After that, Maddie left as visiting hours were over, leaving him alone to read the card.

The front had a distorted cat grinning at him and what was written inside made his heart drop.

"Get well Harry Potter, I hope to see you soon."

The only other mark inside was a small lightning bolt, just like his scar.

-X-

The next morning, Harry was a bit lucid from the chemical cocktail they had been pumping into him for the pain that night, apperantly, they wanted him to be half asleep when it finally wore off later that day so that the pills he'd have to take would would have a chance to kick in without him suffering too much.

"Is he awake?" a deep toned voice asked.

"Madeline said he was yesterday," said a female.

Harry opened his eyes to see Fiona leaning over him, "Oh... Hi there Fi," he slurred out a bit, "Come to take me... home."

Sam looked at him and snickered, "Oh this is rich, I never thought I'd see the day when Harry'd be like this."

"Oh leave him alone," Fi scolded, "He's in a very vanerable state." She stopped for a second, processing what she had said and thinking of the possibilities. "Say, what's the combination to the padlock in your trunk?"

"The one with the four tumbler lock?" Harry questioned as they helped him stand, "Ah... did you try putting in your weight?"

Fiona suddely let go in shock while Sam started laughing, only for Harry to slip out of his grasp and onto the floor where he smacked facefirst.

"Ow! Goddamn it!" He muttered, rolling over and holding his face, careful of the bandage wrapped around his forehead, "How the hell did I get here on the floor?"

Seeing that he was now in his right mind, litterally getting some sense knocked into him, Sam helped him up and into a wheelchair before they took him to the elevator and out the frontdoor where they got into Fiona's car.

"So let me get this straight," Harry started while he laid out in the car, "Michael is now working for the people making his life hard and he has to help steal some information from a Secerity Consultant/PMC?"

"Yeah pretty much," Sam nodded while Fiona drove.

He huffed, "I'm getting a headache and it's not from the cracked skull."

-X-

"You got to be joking," Harry moaned as they stopped outside of Madelines home, "My house is right down the road, why do I have to stay here?"

"Doctors orders," Fiona spoke, reading one of the pill bottles that the hospital had sent with them. "They don't want you alone for the first few days, just in case. Besides, Madeline has been a bit jumpy since what happened and could use the company."

"So it's either risk passing out when I'm all alone at home or getting shot by a nervious senior." He mused.

"Oh it won't be that bad," Sam stated as he got out of the car, helping him out afterward, "Besides Maddie likes company,"

"Five bucks says that she has a shotgun in hand when we walk in."

When the three walked up to the yard, Harry took a step back, "You first Sam,"

He knocked and walked in, only for Madeline to pump her shotgun with a ciggerate in her mouth. "OH, hold on Maddie! It's just us,"

Harry walked in behind Sam, "Told you, now pay up."

Sam grumbled a bit, handing him a five dollar bill.

-X-

Over the next couple of days, Harry spent his time resting and sleeping on the couch or in the guestbedroom of the Westen home. With his injury and being medicated, he wasn't much use to the job they were doing and was left to his own devices for most of the day, barring the rare visits from Mike, Sam, or Fi.

The most he had contributed to the mission this time was supplying a Armsel Striker to Michael and the last he had heard, Michael ended up using it to blow a window out for him to repell out with the guy... Jimmy, he belived.

A few days later, he went back to the doctor to get his head looked at, they said he was healing just fine and that he could get out and do stuff now, just to be careful and not to work himself too hard. He could also be on his own now, something he was greatful for. Not that he didn't like staying with Madeline, who taught him some old people games and told him a few family stories but after a while, you had to just get away for awhile.

When he returned, he found a package stuffed in his mailbox marked as international... from London England. The return address was from his aunts home, his childhood hell.

After checking it for traps, he opened it to find a newspaper clipping from the Daily Prophet, the headline reading, Boy-Who-Lived: GONE! But someone had marked out the word gone and wrote in big black letters the word, 'FOUND'

Harry dropped it on the floor and grit his teeth, finally... his past had caught up with him.

To be continued...

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