Making the future history

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and many of the places mentioned in this story. The plot is the only thing created by me.

Hope everyone is enjoying the story. Sorry about the major cliff-hanger but I couldn't help it lol. Just to explain, this chapter is set after Harry's recovery but has a few flashbacks to events leading up to this moment.

Jaffa Jaffa:- I'm glad you liked Narcissa giving into Harry's niceness but I'm afraid I can't answer your question about whether Sev dies or not- I will leave that to your thoughts!

paganwoman:- Yeah the idea of splinching genuinely disgusts me lol but it had a reason as you will see in this chapter.

FroggerJane:- I'm glad you like Narcissa's character in this- I never believed her to be a follower of Voldemort. She always seemed to me that she was doing it to make Lucius happy and to keep her family safe.

KingdomOfYourHeart:- I miss the Snarry moments too but they will see each other again soon I promise! It's Christmas soon, along with Sev's birthday shortly after. ;) If I were reading this story and not writing it, I would also be gutted about Narcissa being obliviated but she will prove useful later on.

Dawncloud221:- I'm glad I'm not boring you- I always worry that my long-winded ways will scare readers off! My attention span is somewhat similar to yours sometimes!

Limelight12:- I'm in my holidays too and seem to have less time to write! I don't know what's going on with that! Lol. Narcissa's breakdown was fun to write but I was worried about making her sound like a whiner lol. Hope I pulled it off.

Chapter 38: Recovery

Harry looked out of the window to find that the snow was now heavily falling. Any other 17-year-old would perhaps be delighted to know that a white Christmas was possible but Harry had many other things on his mind. He had only just recovered from the splinching incident over a month ago and spent every day of his recuperation irritated that this had all been for nothing. Had he been injured in the process of retrieving or destroying the horcrux then perhaps he wouldn't feel so bitter during his recovery. Also, although it should've been the last thing on his mind, Harry was upset that Hermione had managed to obliviate Narcissa when he had just convinced her to flee. He could only assume now that she would not take the initiative to leave on her own and would be stuck serving a master that she didn't agree with. Harry thought back on what Hermione had told him about what happened to him- the only reason that he didn't blame her for his splinching was the effort that she went through to get him seen to.

When Harry had been splinched and Ron had ran to his side after Hermione's hysterical screaming, she had taken a huge risk to save his life. Hermione took a kitchen towel and held it against Harry's wound, trying to make sure that he didn't lose any more blood, as his face had already been drained of all colour. She directed Ron to use some potions that she had on the splinched area while she tried to think of a plan…but there was nothing she could do. Harry had managed to leave his entire hand at Malfoy Manor and she knew no methods of healing something as extreme as that. With no other ideas in mind, Hermione took the invisibility cloak from Harry and apparated back, retrieving the severed hand with disgust but care at the same time. Upon moving Harry to the living room with Ron, Hermione noticed a long blonde hair attached to her friend's shoe.

'Accio Polyjuice potion' she shouted and opened her hand to catch the vial that had just flown from her room. She hurriedly put Narcissa's hair into the mix with shaking hands and watched the liquid change into a sparkling silver colour. Hermione then took a gulp of the potion, which was enough to last her around half an hour, noting that it was fairly tasteless and when she put the vial back down it was with the hand of Narcissa Malfoy. Leaving Ron to keep an eye on her friend, she apparated to her room and changed into all black clothing before using the floo network to go directly to Minerva McGonagall's office at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, when she appeared there, the room was empty and she had no chance to tell the Head of Gryffindor what had happened. Leaving the room, there was no time for hesitation or to stop to answer any questions that were given to her by others. Luckily on her way to the hospital wing, she did not see Lucius or Draco, meaning that her cover was not blown. When she burst through the doors of the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey was irritated that someone would barge into a place with sick people so loudly and rudely.

'Madam, might I ask you to think of my patients before you storm around?'

'I'm sorry Madam Pomfrey but I desperately need your help. My friend is splinched and I need you to help him.'

'Splinched? In Hogwarts? There's no apparating here.'

'Not in Hogwarts. Somewhere else. I need you to come with me. Please!'

'I can't leave my patients while I go off somewhere!'

'Not even if I tell you that he's lost his hand?'

'I'm awfully sorry to hear that but there's nothing I can do.' And with that, Madam Pomfrey turned her back.

'Please Madam Pomfrey it's Harry. Harry Potter. He needs your help. Please.' The medi-witch looked unsure as to whether to believe Hermione or not but after a few simple questions, she quickly followed Hermione through the fireplace and into Grimmauld Place. They both rushed to a faint-looking Ron and a completely white Harry Potter. Madam Pomfrey immediately began fussing over him and muttering incantations under her breath while Ron and Hermione, who had just morphed back into herself, sat, arms locked around each other, staring at their unconscious friend.

When Madam Pomfrey had finished, she gave Hermione a few potions that Harry would have to take daily to help.

'I can't give you any more than this and it will only last you a week or so. I hope you know someone that can brew potions for you. Mind you- this one's complicated.' Hermione took the copy of the book that Severus had given her for her birthday and asked Madam Pomfrey to point them out to her. They were by far some of the most ridiculous potions that Hermione had ever seen. How was she ever going to get the ingredients for these?

'Thank you' she said with a resigned sigh, 'Will you please inform Professor McGonagall of this situation and please tell absolutely no one else?' After agreeing, the medi-witch flooed back to Hogwarts to continue tending to her patients. Ron and Hermione levitated Harry up to his room and got him into bed and then scribbled letters to different Order members about what had just happened. Hermione hoped that Professor McGonagall would speak to Severus as she had planned, as she really had no other way of contacting him without suspicion. Harry would spend the next couple of weeks barely conscious due to his potions but he unknowingly had many visitors, including a horrified Remus Lupin.

Harry had been very shocked to hear that Remus had come to see him but unfortunately since Harry was able to remain conscious, his father's friend had chosen not to return. Ron had told him that the werewolf had looked very concerned on his visits and had just sat by Harry's bed not speaking to anyone. It seemed that despite his stubbornness, he did still care about Harry but the younger man only wished that he had had the guts to come back and talk to him.

Severus had of course visited as soon as he had heard the news, looking very frantic and he reappeared upon hearing that Harry had regained consciousness, scolding his lover for his idiocy. Harry didn't mind though. It was obvious to him that this reaction from Severus was only covering up the fact that he had been genuinely worried that he could have lost him and the man even had the decency to thank Hermione for her quick thinking by getting Madam Pomfrey. Even through all Severus' attempts to remain stern with Harry for his actions, the injured party could see some softness in his eyes, showing that he was not entirely serious.

Harry had remembered the day after he had managed to stay awake, he had another surprising visitor- a slightly rounder looking Tonks.

'Tonks?' he asked, looking through the slits that were his eyes; Harry hadn't managed to fully open his eyes as of yet.

'Wotcha Harry, how're you feeling?'

'Been better but been worse I suppose. Lost all the bones in my arm once. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to congratulate you.'

'I understand Harry. The situation has been difficult. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to visit more but I have had some complications with the baby, particularly around the full moon.'

'Is it…' Harry didn't want to ask directly if the baby was a werewolf- it just seemed rude, especially considering he knew this wouldn't make a difference to who the baby was when it was born.

'No. We've had tests done. Apparently it will often feel tender around the full-moon and perhaps have some other traits but it is human.'

'I'm happy for you. Will Remus come too?' he asked hopefully.

'He has been a few times already Harry. He was worried about you. But he's too stubborn to come now that he knows you're awake. I've tried to talk him round but he just gets angry.'

'I'm sorry Tonks.'

'There's no need to apologise Harry. It's him that should be saying sorry, not you. I understand why he finds your relationship difficult to handle but by no means should he be like this with you.'

'Do you think he'll ever talk to me again?'

'Of course he will. He's just taking a lot longer than anyone would have hoped. He planned to go and confront Severus at Hogwarts- it took me hours to talk him out of it.'

'He'd have been killed if he just strolled into Hogwarts!' shouted Harry with much more energy than he thought he had.

'I know. I told him that but he was too angry to listen. I eventually got him to see sense but unfortunately that doesn't mean he's accepted the situation.'

'I feel awful but I didn't choose this. I didn't mean for it to happen.'

'No one can help who they fall in love with Harry. There are many people out there that would never accept Remus and me as a couple, considering we're technically different species. He will come to terms with it Harry- he wouldn't abandon you.'

This was all Harry could remember of that particular conversation with Tonks, as afterwards he found himself losing energy. He wasn't sure what else was said but he highly doubted it was anything that would have made him feel better about the situation with Remus. He headed downstairs to see Ron and Hermione, who had looked after him all this time.

'Hey guys' he said.

'Bloody hell, you're looking a hell of a lot better than before mate.'

'Ron! Don't encourage him! Harry, go back to bed now! It's Christmas in a week and you need more rest.'

'What're we doing for Christmas?'

'Going to my mum's of course. You think she'd let you off just because you lost a hand? You've got it back now!' Ron laughed. This lightened Harry's mood slightly but he was so angry at himself for losing time on the horcrux quest and he expressed this to his friends.

'Harry no one could have imagined that you would get splinched. Once Christmas is over we can look for another lead and then we'll be right back on track' Hermione tried.

'We're so behind though. Even Severus has spent time here instead of looking for the horcrux at Hogwarts. We're doomed.'

'Are you telling me that you wouldn't have given up important time if it was Severus that had been splinched?'

'Well of course I would but he didn't have to. It's dangerous for him to leave Hogwarts.'

'Well mate he obviously thought it was worth the risk.'

'Did Severus make my potions? I'll have to thank him. Must have been a lot of effort.' Hermione looked pointedly at the floor as Harry said that.

'Actually mate, Hermione made them. Took her ages to get it right. They were supposed to take over a week to do but she did them in a few days. She worked non-stop.' His girlfriend blushed in embarrassment. Harry thanked her and gave her a big hug. He couldn't believe she had put herself through so much stress just to make sure that he recovered. Perhaps worrying about the horcruxes was stupid considering he now owed his friends his life.

'How did you get the ingredients?'

'I owled the Order members and everyone found what they could for us.' Harry felt touched that so many people had cared about his recovery and had contributed to the fact that he didn't have a bionic hand like Wormtail. Ron and Hermione caught Harry up on everything that had happened since he had been injured, including the many people that had visited to see how he was doing and also places that they thought the cup could be.

'There are loads of Deatheater houses in that book though and we don't really know which one it could be in. We can't just look through them all.' Then Harry remembered something that Narcissa had told him, which at the time he passed off as something that he already knew. Voldemort did not trust most of his followers and Harry had witnessed him torture them first-hand but he had never fully considered how many of them were truly loyal to him. Many of the Deatheaters were there due to fear or the imperius curse and even those that truly followed him were not trusted. The only person that he could ever remember being told that Voldemort trusted was Severus but he knew that the horcrux wasn't with him.

'My sister would never forgive me. She is too close to the Dark Lord' echoed through Harry's head. The realisation swept over him, giving him a terrified but at the same time satisfied feeling.

'Bellatrix has it' he simply stated to his friends.

'I am not breaking into that sadistic bitch's house. No fucking way!' Ron looked genuinely horrified.

'Harry I agree with you. That does seem to make sense but her house isn't in the book that we have and so we have no idea where it is or what it looks like.' Harry grabbed the book from the shelf and began tearing through the pages, trying to see if Hermione was right and did not come across a house belonging to Bellatrix and her husband. He then decided to search more carefully and found that the book seemed to skip from page 79 to page 82. Studying the book further, Harry realised that pages 80 and 81 were not in fact missing but simply stuck to the other page. Excitement evident on his face, Harry carefully unstuck the pages and found himself face to face with a very grand but extremely ugly looking house with the Lestrange name imprinted on the front door.

Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. The next chapter is Christmas Day at the Burrow. I have a poll on my page about what my next story should be. I would really appreciate it if people would vote. Thanks to everyone!