Moving On
Chapter - 15
"I think you have healed pretty nicely. You can leave today, Severus," said Poppy as she waved her wand over the lying Potion's Master's chest.
"Umm..." he started, unsure how to ask the question without appearing inquisitive.
A small smirk crept onto her face as she asked his question, "You are wondering about what happened to your friend?".
"Yes."
"She left yesterday night. She had quite less damage than you and healed quite faster." she said in an official tone, before continuing in a quite different one, "Missing her already, Sev?".
"Poppy. You very well know that I am not 'Missing her' as you said".
"You don't? Ok, then, you won't need her floo address that she left for you."
"Poppy, give it to me." he sighed.
"Admit it, then," she said with a smirk.
"I just want to know how she is, now give me the floo address."
Poppy stood smiling without replying, enjoying seeing so many emotions on a usually emotionless face. Happy that another side project of her's of a long time succeeded, she handed out the parchment from a pocket in her robe, which was very quickly snatched away by the potion's master.
The medi-witch proceeded to cast a diagnosis charm on her patient as he eagerly unraveled the parchment and read it eagerly. She smiled slightly once again, as she eyed the usually sour man, now acting like a sugar high kid.
"Severus." said Poppy, making him look at her, she continued "Be like this, Sev. I don't know what changed you after the war. But, please don't go back to your grumpy self. This suits you better."
As she turned towards her office, she continued, "You are alright, you can go now. After all you got a young woman waiting for you." she said and walked towards her office with a smile ignoring the denials from the potions master.
"Father, where are we-" started the blonde-haired boy.
"Shh. Silent, Draco. We don't know whether we are the only ones here." said the blonde man as his wife increased her grip on her son's hand, which she has been doing from time to time to assure herself that they really escaped.
"Now, I want you both to be very quiet... Cissa," he called her, drawing her eyes to his, and gave her a nod. She stiffened as she understood the meaning behind the nod.
A lone man stood holding a cane at some distance, his back turned towards the approaching blonde family, as he looked at the lake in front of him.
"Velkome, Lucius. I have been expecting you for a long time..."
"Danila. I hope you have it ready?"
"Da.", he said, as he passed the cane, "Parkinson got the resources he needs. I zink you understand what it means for you and your family."
Getting a nod from the blonde man, he rubbed a ring in his hand and vanished with a faint crack
As his family took a hold of the cane, he tapped the top of it with his wand, before they too vanished with another crack, plunging the forest once again into silence.
The messy-haired boy yawned and stretched as he woke up. He stared at the wall opposite to him as he fought a battle within himself to not go back to sleep again. Strangely, the battle seemed much harder today than ever before. Clumsily, unlike himself, he stood up from the bed, ignoring his sore body.
As he moved the curtains hiding the windows, he found the sun to be much hotter than the other days. Shrugging it off, he moved towards the bathroom to start his day.
"Good morning, Harry", said Hermione as he entered the dining room, as she place her cup down.
Harry walked to her and proceeded to give her a hug and a kiss as usual, but on touching her, he found her body to be hot.
As they separated from the kiss, both asked each other at the same time, "Are you feeling ok, love?"
Laughing for a second at that, both looked at each other concernedly.
"You are burning, 'Mione."
"And, You are freezing, Harry."
"Maybe." he shrugged, "Are you alright?"
"I am. Are you?"
"I am good. I don't feel sick or anything..." he said and shrugged once more. His face starting to develop a smile as he got an idea.
Harry suddenly leaned in and gave a tiny kiss on her lips, with a big grin on his face. Making her eyes get slightly glazed.
"Not that I complain? But- "
"For always caring about me, 'Mione. From the first year till now. For always being next to me..."
"Oh, Harry." was the only thing she could manage before nearly jump on him and proceeding to give him a kiss of a lifetime.
As they broke from the kiss, the two stood there, doing nothing, speaking no words as both simply stared into the other's eyes, as they hugged each other, cherishing the love they had for each other.
Hearing a faint pop, they broke apart, the wand's ready in their hands.
"Master Harry, Mistress Hermione, Good Morning!" said a cheerful Aleen, eyeing the wands in their hands, "The breakfast is ready, and you need not take out your wand every time I come..." and vanished into thin air as usual.
The two teens munched on their breakfast, still holding their hands under the table, both unwilling to let go. It was then another elf of theirs brought the Daily Prophet, looking not a little nervous.
"Master Harry, Mistress Hermione." called the elf, drawing their attention to him, "Please take this calming draught's first." and held out two tiny vials to them.
"Why? elf two name?, Is something wrong?" asked Hermione.
"Please..." said the elf again," take the draught's first."
Shrugging as they looked at each other, the two teens drowned he draught and instantly felt a wave of calmness, unlike the usual ones that took time to work.
Silently getting back the now-empty-vials, the elf handed Harry the newspaper before vanishing.
If not for the calming draught's, one Ron Weasley would have known what would happen if two killing curse struck him at the same time.
"What the-" cursed the two together as they read the headline.
You-Know-Who continues to live in the Boy-who-lived
- Rita Skeeter
Yes, dear readers. You read it right. This reporter experienced the same shock you did when she came to learn of this news.
Yesterday evening, the best friend of The Chosen One, Ron Weasley, met this reporter in her office, looking serious and heart-broken.
At the duel of Hogwarts, many heard Harry Potter say to Lord Voldemort that "his Horcruxes are no more". Intrigued by it, this reporter researched painstakingly and found out how horrifying it is. Horcrux's are soul-containers, which a witch/wizard makes by splitting a part of their soul and storing it in it. A cursed act that requires a brutal murder of someone to succeed. But once a Horcrux is made, the person remains immortal, until the object is destroyed completely.
You-Know-Who, wanting to be never defeated, did the unimaginable act of making not one, but seven of them. Thanks to Ron Weasley, a part of my shock was alleviated when he assured me that the six of them were destroyed by him, with the help of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Yes, it was the chosen one's best friend who saved us all along, remaining in the shadows, letting his friend take all the glory.
"It was me and Hermione who found most of the Horcrux's." says the Real-Saviour, "He would just keep shouting at us and crying." says the red-haired-savior, "It was after the war I found out something, Harry had a Horcrux in his scar all this time. That's why he was able to speak parseltongue... After the fight, he was very different. It was like meeting a different Harry. When I found out about it, I tried to stop him, but he escaped..."
Getting teary-eyed, his voice breaking, he said, "He took Hermione with him... She too was acting strange for some days, I saw him mixing something to her drink, that's what made me question him in the first place. But, she too joined with him and overpowered me, before escaping."
As he sniffed his tears back, the real-savior promised to himself and us, that he will at least save his friend, Hermione Granger, from the ensnarement of the now You-Know-Who possessed Harry Potter.
A chill ran through the reporter's bone when Ron Weasley mentioned that Harry Potter now has the wand of Albus Dumbledore, who also has taught the False-One personally. Possessed by The Dark Lord's soul with the teachings of the powerful wizard of all time does not bode well for the wizarding community at all.
What would be the actions of the ministry? Will we be able to stop the rise of the next dark lord, a more powerful one? Or would the Dark Times return?
Looking up from the paper, the two teens looked at each other. With fear and rage, mixed and evident in both the green and brown eyes, as they both tried not to cry...
A/N: I can only ask sorry for not posting for this long, and do my best to post on time from now... Sorry once again and I hope you can forgive me.
Have a great day,
Blueycat.