Chapter 12


"Ginny?" asked Harry quietly.

"Harry?" asked Ginny looking scared and ashamed of herself.

"I'm so sorry, so very sorry," sobbed Ginny.

"It's ok, but do you want to keep the child?" asked Harry softly.

"Of course I do!" said Ginny desperately.

"Would you start over again?" asked Harry.

"Yes," said Ginny, she would take any chance until she remembered, "I don't have any money."

"Ginny, do you know what a pawn shop is?" asked Harry.

"No, what is it?" asked Ginny wondering where the question was going.

"It's a shop that will give you money for something of yours to trade," said Harry.

"I have nothing worth selling," said Ginny sadly.

"I will give you three galleons. Take them to the best pawn shop and get money from it, open your own place and get money. Get a lawyer if you have to; get away from here and don't look back," said Harry.

"Dumbledore would find me," said Ginny shaking her head.

"I'll put spells on you, stopping any wizard from being able to track you, I will also remove the spells that are on you. Shit, Poppy's coming; remember, Ginny, if you want to, then next time we are alone talk to me; don't tell anyone we spoke," said Harry adamantly.

"I won't," swore Ginny and she meant it.

"Good," said Harry sliding his body back into the hospital bed, sleeping with a thumb in his mouth.

Ginny was confused, Harry slept with his thumb in his mouth?

"Harry doesn't remember anything, he thinks he's two years old," said Poppy sadly, upon entering and seeing Ginny's confused look.

"Oh," was all Ginny could say. Harry was facing her and not Poppy; he winked at her before saying 'Mummy' under his breath.

He sure was convincing, that was for sure. Ginny was nearly convinced she had dreamed about getting Harry's help. For her own sanity and hope, as well as her child, she went over and prayed to Merlin that it had not been a dream.

"Harry? Help me," said Ginny. Her hope was obvious for even a deaf man to hear.

"Is this what you want?" asked Harry opening his eyes; Ginny let out a breath.

"YES!" she said adamantly, she was sure this was what she wanted. She wanted her child. At first she had thought the fame was brilliant... until she realized it was not what it seemed; she realized how Harry felt. However, it was too late then to back out, she also realized that Dumbledore and her mother had controlled everything in her life.

"Ok then, hold still," said Harry, getting to work right away. Spell after spell Harry cast, getting all of the spells from Ginny. She realized just how many Dumbledore had on her. Finally she sighed in relief feeling free, free for the first time in her life.

"You said you would put a find me not spell on me," said Ginny.

"I am, don't worry," soothed Harry seeing Ginny's worry.

"Why are you helping me after what I've done?" asked Ginny, tears once again in her eyes.

"You didn't do it, Ginny, Dumbledore forced you. He was playing with your emotions and you truly had no choice. I will make sure everyone knows that, once everything is fine," said Harry.

"Thank you," sobbed Ginny cuddling into Harry for comfort.

The spell was uttered, and Ginny finally felt her freedom approaching.

"Here," said Harry summoning a few galleons, and told her to go. "Your freedom awaits you."

Harry watched her go feeling envy that he couldn't do that; no one would willingly cast that find me not spell on him. One drawback of that spell was that you couldn't do it to yourself. Shrugging, he smiled slightly at the thought that he had helped someone escape Dumbledore's manipulations.


"Mr. Potter you are free to go," said Poppy softly.

"Can you call me Harry? My mummy and daddy did," asked Harry softly.

"Ok, Harry, you are free to go; this man is Severus and he is going to let you live with him. Be good for him, ok?" asked Poppy as if she was speaking to a two years old.

"Ok, Pop," said Harry smiling widely.

"Come on then, Harry, let's go," said Severus, his face looked very strained.

"Yes, Sev-rus," said Harry looking up at Severus innocently.

"Have fun," said Poppy softly.

"Duce!" shouted Harry.

"What?" asked Severus confused.

"Duce!" shouted Harry again looking like he was going to argue.

"What on earth is Duce?" asked Severus confused.

"If I may professor?" asked a seventh year who was walking the halls and happened to hear their conversation.

"What?" asked Severus.

"He means juice, sir; what is the matter with him? Does he have mental problems?" asked the student, obviously not realizing she was talking about Harry Potter.

"Yes," said Severus though gritted teeth.

"Ah, I've never seen anyone like that in the Wizarding world," said the student, surprised.

"That's because they are all at St. Mungo's," said Severus though gritted teeth.

"Bye, sir," said the girl, wide-eyed. Realizing that she was barking up the wrong tree, she scampered off.

"We are nearly there; I'll get you some JUICE," said Severus.

"Juice," repeated Harry.

"Move," said Severus.

"Yes, Sev-rus," said Harry; the name couldn't roll off his tongue. In his mind he was just a two-year-old child, or was acting like it; he was making it quite convincing.

"Right; the password is 'Slytherins are brilliant'," said Severus.

"Why?" asked the two-year-old, pretender.

"Because, now remember it otherwise you won't get back in," sighed Severus.


"Right, Potter, cut it out," snapped Severus, feeling as if he was about to go insane.

"Sev-rus?" asked a confused Harry.

"Please tell me you're pretending," sighed Severus looking close to tears.

"Pretending what?" asked a curious Harry.

"Please, Harry, just give me a sign if you're pretending. I will not tell anyone, I swear!" said Severus, he had come to care for Harry in his short time.


Edited by Jordre.