I want it back
Chapter 1.
"He is asleep. Please come back later. This boy needs his rest" Dumbledore nodded once while his eyes observed the silhouette under the covers. How will he accept this? The first time he lost his parents, now he lost a part of himself. What are they all going to do? This child was their hope, their flicker of light that may have destroyed the darkness hiding behind the corner.
"Of course Poppy" He smiled at the kind women and started to the door. Before he opened it, he turned around again and glanced at the figure that was ten times smaller than his courage.
Harry stretched his arms and legs enjoying the warmth of the bed. It was familiar but he knew it wasn't soft enough to be HIS. He slowly opened his eyes and took in the infirmary. Not surprising.
"How do you feel Mr. Potter? Does anything hurt? Do you feel nauseous?" He felt a warm hand on his forehead. Madam Pomfrey was now looking at him with searching eyes, like he was a bomb that would explode in the next minute. Her brows were furrowed and her lips tight.
"I am fine" And then reality slowly descended on his shoulders "What day is it? The End-Of-Year feast!" He almost shouted.
And there was another question. How was he still in this world? He fought with Voldemort and he was alive. A cold feeling run through his body at the image that his mind projected in front of him. He feard that the head with two faces was glued in front of his eyes forever. But they won and that's what matters.
"Calm down, young man! I am afraid it is the 1st of July." While the first sentence was spoken in a chiding voice the second carried an apologetic tone. "Don't worry, your friends left you letters." She took out of her apron two envelops and put them on the nightstand."The headmaster will shortly visit you" She turned around and left without quite meeting his eyes. I slept for seven days? The question was quickly replaced by another.
His friends left him letters? The smile that erupted on his face almost reached his ears. He took the envelopes and examinated them. Harry knew without opening them which was Ron's (the one that looked like it survived a war) and which was Hermione's (the normal one). He opened the one from Ron not feeling ready to read the long and emotion-filled letter from Hermione.
Harry,
We are breathing just fine, don't worry about us. I hope you do too. I heard you kicked You-Know-Who's ass.
We won the cup!
I asked mom if you could come and stay at our house this summer, and she said that you could come in august maybe.
Write back.
See you soon mate!
Ron
He thought for a second about a summer with Ron, without the Dursley's, but he quickly dismissed the idea knowing that his relatives wouldn't let his toe out of the town. Harry doesn't get drunk on cold water.
He fiddled for a moment with the other envelope. He opened it and immediately noticed the length of the letter. While Hermione's handwriting was small, like an embroidery on the parchment, Ron's was large and all over the place. What both letters had in common were the small grey spots that smudged the writing here and there.
Dear Harry!
I am so glad that you are relatively fine. I was so worried, both for you and for Ron!
Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonoggol stayed at your bedside for a long time. Madam Pomfrey had to order them out.
It is a good thing that we managed to defeat You-Know-Whoo and Professor Quirrel. He won't teach us anymore.
I will start my homework as soon as I get home so I have time to research and to write you as much as I can.
I strongly recommend you to complete your homework, especially the potions one; transfiguration one is also very interesting, and to perfection your wand motions. I know that we can't use magic but use something other than your wand. Of course, you have to keep in-
"Good morning, Harry! I am sorry to disturb you from reading your letters but I wanted to ask you how do you feel" Dumbledore, dressed in his colorful robes, come in and sat down on the chair next to the boy's bed. There was a smile on his face but his eyes twinkle was subdued. Harry would have guest the professor was sad.
"Good morning sir! I am fine, thank you." His hands unconsciously clenched in a tight fist. There was a moment of silence in which he thought for a second that Dumbledore will stand up and leave.
"I am very proud of you for what you did Harry. I shall give this back to you." He slowly took the wand from the headmaster's hand and wondered how is wand slip his mind until now. That's another reason why it is a miracle he is still alive.
Before he could open his mouth to thank him Dumbledore started speaking again in a soft, gentle and cautious voice.
"I am very sorry to tell you that for now, you won't be able to use your wand-"
"I know, sir. We can't do magic outside the school, and I am going to leave soon." Harry blushed. Don't interrupt when someone is speaking, especially a professor (ESPECIALLY Snape). The headmaster sighed, his reassuring smile still in place.
"Unfortunately, no Harry. For now, your magic is unavailable. With his last powers, You-Know-who, shut down the magic in you when his soul passed through your body. He hates you a lot, my boy. We have to be more careful in the future. You should once again be thankful to your mother for your life. She saved you again." The man's voice was calm, a deep rumble, a river that never stopped giving a home to the fishes and the rocks. Despite this, Harry still felt like the air stubbornly refused to enter his lungs, that sweat slid down his forehead and back trying perhaps to wash off the panic that held him hostage.
The feeling passed as soon as the liquid, which now he recognized as a calming draught, went down his throat. TBC
Author's note: Thank you for reading this far! I hope you enjoyed it!
This is my first fanfiction, English isn't my first language (I am half Hungarian, half Romanian) so please help me correct the spelling or grammar mistake I make.