Yeah, I know the chapter is short and I'm sorry. I've had so many hours lately and there has been no time to type and this chapter went through at least two revisions before I could settle on this one. I've also got to fix up my place and get it ready for relatives to come over and visit.
Question of the Chapter: What about this site drives you nuts?
Wow, only one person had an answer for that? Kind of shocked, but hey, it's a great website where we can all post our stuff and read what other fun ideas people have about our favorite fandoms.
Though I think that they fixed that little issue about pairing and the character things like that. It all falls back on the author and the way they set up their "Summary/Title" thing when they set up the new story.
I don't own Harry Potter.
Harry came racing down the stairs, Mercy bouncing happily in his arms and squealing with delight at the speed in which they were running. Sirius was trailing after him, trying to keep up and calm the youth down.
"Easy there, Cub, she's not going to go anywhere." said Sirius as he decided to slide down the last bannister to keep up with the teen..
"I lost her once, I won't lose her again." muttered Harry as he came to a halt before Mrs. Black's portrait and taking great care to sneak past her. He placed a finger to his lips and Mercy, thinking it's a game, copied him.
"I know that, I understand that, but you need to calm down, she's a mite nervous right now, and seeing you rush in there acting all frenzied may just scare her even more." said Sirius patting his shoulder kindly. "Just take it nice and slow."
Harry nodded numbly, took a deep breath and continued to walk towards the kitchen door. When they arrived to the one door separating Harry from someone he had thought he lost months ago, he looked back at Sirius nervously. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were wide with anxiety, his adrenaline and nerves clashing together, causing him to rethink his eagerness.
"Come on, let's go in together." said Sirius, seeing his godson a bit distraught, "Nice and calm like."
Sirius took Mercy out of Harry's arms and allowed him to enter the room first, as he was becoming increasingly more nervous by the moment, and if he were to go in last, Harry might lose the nerve he had on the way down and bolt.
They both entered the kitchen and the scene was very different from the one Sirius had left and the one Harry had expected. When he had left, the young girl was sitting quite comfortably in a large plush armchair and taking a cup of tea in a shaking hand. Now however, she was holding up one of the wooden chairs from the kitchen table and fending off the members of the Order that were standing in the room with her.
"Where am I?" What am I doing here? First you people take me from the hospital, and then I'm kept in a house with a very strange but nice man, and now I get abducted by a blinking flower? How did that flower do that? Wait never mind that, I don't want to know what sort of mad experiments you people do here, I demand to be released this minute!" shrieked the girl hotly as she swung the chair back and forth.
"Whoa, good pick!" said Sirius patting Harry on the back with a bright smile.
Harry just about collapsed to the floor in shock, there was Grace...it really was her, the sound of her voice, the way her eyes flashed in anger when someone was foolish enough to piss her off, and even that little habit of hers to wiggle her foot when she was standing in place. No amount of Polyjuice potion could produce that, it had to be her.
Though, he had seen her ticked off, but never this pissed before.
Harry looked down at Mercy and saw her eyes blinking owlishly at the hostile person before her, her arms outstretched to him, to be brought closer to his neck..he then looked back at her, he didn't need to look at Mercy to confirm who the person dressed in a green silk robe and a wrap of bandages around her red haired head.
"Gr-Grace?" stuttered Harry.
But she didn't respond, she kept on forcing the others back away from her and keeping her eyes on everyone in front of her. Madam Pomfrey slid carefully over to Harry and whispered in his ear.
"I'm sorry Potter, but I'm afraid that nasty knock to her head and perhaps some other trauma has caused her to...misplace a few of her memories." said Madam Pomfrey uneasily.
"She's got amnesia?" said Harry stunned. "And you can't fix it?"
"That's correct on both counts. The brain is a very sensitive thing, Potter, it's best not to fiddle with it as far as Healing goes. She'll have to recover that on her own, unfortunately. As far as I've gotten before she became too distressed, was that she can remember is the hospital she stayed in before the Death Eaters kidnapped her." said Madam Pomfrey.
"She...She doesn't remember anything? Nothing at all before that?" said Harry looking back at Mercy, his heart breaking slowly but surely.
"I'm afraid not, nothing before the hospital is coming to light; what is important now dear, is that she's is safe, and healthy." said Madam Pomfrey patting Harry's shoulder.
"Yeah...I...wh...wait...healthy?" said Harry looking at the Healer a shocked look on his face. "She's sick...terribly sick..."
"I'm not sure if it was the hospital she was in, or if it was (and I can't help but doubt it) You-Know-Who that cured whatever hindered her her entire life, but whatever it was, has been taken care of and removed." said Madam Pomfrey. "Severus had reported that he was not the You-Know-Who's only skilled potioneer or healer, and according to the Headmaster, when he was in school, You-Know-Who was skilled at potion making. Though there is also the possibility someone else there healed her." said Madam Pomfrey.
Harry blinked a few times. He hoped that someone else had saved her, he did not want to be indebted to Lord Voldemort...that was the last thing he wanted at this point.
Harry motioned Sirius to take a few steps back with Mercy and made his way tentatively towards the irate teenage girl, taking in every feature he thought he would never see again. How did she survive? He knew that they buried an empty casket with a few of her things inside...but how did she live? As she was now, she certainly couldn't offer any answers...especially when she was fending off Mrs. Weasley who was trying to offer her a cup of tea.
Harry cleared his throat loudly and tapped her shoulder, this scared the poor girl so much that she spun around on her heel, the chair still in her hands and nearly clipped Harry on the head with it. He stopped the chair in mid-spin with his forearm, he stumbled but regained his balance and smiled at the girl.
"Hey, my name's Harry...want to go for a walk?" said Harry.
The girl blinked. "Huh? Aren't I trapped in here, aren't I a prisoner? How can we go for a walk?" she asked suspiciously.
"You're not a prisoner, they're just worried about those bandages on your head and where you just were not even a day ago." said Harry pointing to the gauze wrapped around her head.
She reached up and touched the bandages carefully.
"But I don't think you could go all that horribly wrong with a walk..." said Harry with a smile. "We'll need to bring someone with us..."
"I am a prisoner then!" snapped the girl picking up the chair and circling around, trying to keep everyone in her sights.
"No, I just can't be left on my own outside." said Harry holding up his hands placating the girl with a smile. "There's some blokes outside that might try to...well...kill me."
She blinked once more, lowered the chair and then placed her hands on her hips, "Well, if there is someone out there that wants to kill you, then perhaps a walk isn't the best idea." she said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's not all that safe, but I think we can risk a fifteen minute walk, surely?" said Harry sending a poignant glance to Mrs. Weasley.
"I think we can arrange that, Harry." said Mr. Weasley with a smile behind his wife.
"Harry?" said the girl looking at the teen she was talking to. "Mr. Voldemort, (a few of the Order members flinched) and Mr. Malfoy said that my husband's name was Harry..."
Harry looked shocked for a moment, but then he smiled. "It all depends, is your name Grace? That was my wife's name."
"Was?" asked the girl with a frown.
"I lost her in an explosion at a hospital." said Harry.
The girl looked at Harry pityingly. "I'm sorry...I don't remember any explosion, so that's not me. (Yes, you are,thought Harry) But how can you or I be married? We're both too young." she then leaned forward. "Were we gypsies?" she added in a whisper.
"I'm not and I'm not sure you are. My Grace was pretty sick, so we got married early in life, we even had a baby." said Harry looking back at Mercy.
She looked over at the baby and squealed, Harry's eyes lit up hopefully.
"Oh, she's adorable! Can I hold her?"
Harry sighed dishearteningly, that was not the response he was hoping for, but it's something. "Maybe later, sorry but I'm pretty protective of her."
The girl looked over at Harry, and nodded. "Yeah, if someone is out to hurt you, I can understand that.. How do I prove to you that I don't want to hurt her?"
"If you and I go on that walk, and if I learn more about you, then sure, you can hold her when we get back." said Harry with a smile.
"But I don't know anything about me." said the girl hopelessly throwing her hands up in defeat.
Harry then extended his hand to her, with a bright and cheery smile. "Then let's discover who you are together."
She blinked and looked down at the hand curiously.
"Ignore him, he just a big fat dummy."
"It's kinda hard when I have to live with him."
"Whatchor name?"
"Harry..."
"Want to be my friend?"
"But I don't know you and you don't know me...you may not wanna be friends with me."
"When I'm nervous, my dad always takes my hand and says...let's discover what it is together, so let's discover who we are together."
"Dear?" came a voice jolting her back to the present, it was the motherly looking woman placing a tender hand on her shoulder. She seemed to think that now that the chair was removed to the other side of the room, she was safe from being clocked.
She looked up and then looked back at Harry's hand, she placed her own in his hand and followed him out the kitchen door.
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Question of the Chapter! Is there still a cartoon that you watch in your late teen/adult years?
I can't get away from a BUNCH of them. I still watch Looney Tunes, (original not the "Looney Tunes Show") Scooby Doo (original) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (original and the uber violent one) Gummi Bears, Darkwing Duck, Tailspin, Ducktails, Swat Kats, the list goes on. You go and binge watch those...and then you switch to watch an episode or two of what's hot on TV now...you really worry about how the quality of artwork and writing has fallen.