After some time this story will now finish hooray!
Harry didn't remember the next week after their escape from Voldemort's dungeon. Faded glimpses of familiar people came and went through his memory, and the sense of peace began to restore hope. The open field where his parents waited for him at the tree also began to fade. His mother smiled lovingly down at him, much closer than ever before, and Harry felt his heart soar with adoration of her.
"Harry, my love," she said softly, "You are so brave. Yet death is not your destiny today. I am with you always."
She wilted away like rain on glass. Harry wanted to shout out for her to take him. To stop teasing him of peace with her and remove him of his awful suffering. But the field disappeared for the final time, and Harry's comfort with it.
Ginny had been fully recovered by the end of the first week, and her mother had finally stopped pestering her about food and if she was 'truly all right'. Everyone had been in a panicked mayhem once the portkey brought them to her very own front door. Beyond the chaos of her mother and father grasping all of them in relief and tears, she saw Dumbledore stand tall. His eyes were unmoving. She saw his gaze resting intently on what Hermione was leaning over, and she suddenly was aware that Harry had become normal size. Ginny's eyes filled with tears immediately once she saw the affect of what the Death Eaters had done in the light of day. He was wasted away almost entirely. If she had not known any better, he would have appeared long since dead.
"He's still alive," mumbled Hermione to him. "We took him with us without Peter knowing. I had to. You have to save him, please."
Mrs. Weasley took a leap towards Harry like a fretted mother would, but Dumbledore held her back. "Let Pomfrey look him over. He is too weak. We cannot take him to St. Mungos with the threat still strong." Dumbledore magicked a stretcher and they took Harry upstairs to his room at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley bathed him gently, cursing the world at his state, and demanded that everyone keep away until Pomfrey had looked him over carefully.
Harry was healing slowly. His mind had begun to clear as voices mumbled in his ear. He could never understand them. The pain woke him when it pleased and then disappeared just as quickly as the voices returned, then faded as he did. One particular day, a strong brightness made him squint. Harry fluttered his eyes carefully until he realized the sun had begun to set through a window. Alive as he was, Harry could not help but feel somewhat disappointed. His mother was gone. His chance to leave the terrible world was lost. He continued to stare out the window solemnly, but he did manage a smile. He was at the Burrow with the people he loved. They were all safe! Harry breathed in a sigh of content. The pain he had before was nearly gone, and a strong hunger filled its place in his stomach. Distinctly, voices were downstairs in the kitchen, and he heard Mrs. Weasley hollering at he children about not keeping the house tidy. Harry knew that if there were one person in the world who would give him food, it was Mrs. Weasley.
"Hey, guys!" Harry hollered. "What can a guy do to get some food around here!"
The voices stopped. A stampede bolted up the stairs, and Harry smiled as everyone burst into the room with smiles on their faces.
"You're awake!"
"It's about time you got up!"
"Oh, Harry I worried so much! You poor dear!"
Harry was overjoyed to see them all, and to be alive. His eyes set on Ginny, who hadn't said a word. Her eyes were filled with tears she refused to let go, and she stood behind her mother to hide herself.
"Come here, Gin, I want to hold you."
"Oh, Harry!" she cried, reluctant at first. "I can't."
Mrs. Weasely pushed her towards him with an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "She cared for you during the week, Harry. Always at your side to make sure you were just fine."
"I know,"Harry smiled. "I could tell."
Ginny couldn't contain herself. With a leap she crashed into him and bawled in his chest. "I'm so happy you're alive! You would have been dying there all alone and I couldn't bear the thought of it. I am so glad Hermione did what she did. I have you back."
Harry let her cry. He felt thankful for Hermione as well, who was tearing up as well. He gave her a smile and let her know how he felt. It was going to be a new chance at life. With or without Voldemort, Harry felt more confident that his life suddenly meant more to him than it ever did.
Okay this is another short chapter for you guys. I am going to post more later. Thanks for staying with me and reading.
