A/N: Harry Potter and his world belongs to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and anyone that has received licensing rights. I am grateful she gives us the privilege of playing in her world.
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Chapter 4
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February 9, 1994
Hogwarts, Scotland
Harry was very quiet the next day. He was happy that it was a day full of classes. Hermione stuck by his side, and Harry made a point of sitting with Neville in Potions. It earned him two detentions for sticking up for Neville and helping him to get a passable potion. He would have preferred to work with Hermione, or Daphne, but if Neville really was family, Harry shouldn't abandon him. It was also apparent he would never be able to work with Daphne due to stupid House rivalries and the Purebloods around her. He did spare a few looks at her, who he thought he caught looking at him once.
During DADA, Professor Lupin asked to talk to Harry, but Harry said he was too busy. Which wasn't a lie.
"After dinner, please come by my office," Professor Lupin told him.
"I have practice tonight," he informed Professor Lupin. Where Harry wanted to be closer to Neville, sensing a somewhat kindred soul, he wanted nothing to do with a slew of adults that should have been there for him. He had another aunt and uncle. Harry knew what had happened to them now, so Harry could excuse the Longbottoms, but he was finding it hard to excuse the others that should have known. He had resigned himself to the Dursley's until he was seventeen. The fact he could have been somewhere else, even growing up with a cousin that wanted him around, was making him very angry.
Ron wasn't helping. He tried to act like nothing happened, which led to another row between Ron and Hermione, with Harry stepping in. It ended when Harry punched Ron for insulting Hermione so bad she started to cry.
It was this mood that he brought to the study session with Daphne and Tracey.
With a huff, he sat down across from Daphne and closed his eyes. After Monday, and seeing how upset Hermione still was, he wasn't going to take out his issues on their study partners. After a moment, he opened his eyes to see the dark eyes with green marbled shades looking at him. "Afternoon, Ms. Davis and Heiress Greengrass," he said as amicably as he could. He was finding he enjoyed these times with her and didn't want to chase her away.
"Scion Potter. I take your day is no better than it was Monday?"
He sighed. "You can say that."
"Harry has had a few surprises this week," Hermione supplied.
Daphne didn't take her eyes off him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Everyone pulled up short. Harry just liked looking into her eyes. They looked... caring? Until now, only Hermione had ever really looked at him like that. After a moment he responded in a softer voice. "Not today. Wood is already upset enough I will miss practice the next two nights and I really need to get a start on our Potions and Charms essays. Then the star charts for Astronomy."
Daphne regarded him for a few. "Would it help to add two hours on Sunday for us to help you?"
The idea of spending more time with the Slytherin wasn't something he wanted to pass up. "I would appreciate that. I don't have anything to offer you," he told her, knowing she liked to work on an equal trade.
"You can pay me back by getting outstandings in everything," she informed him.
"I can help too, Harry," Hermione offered. He looked to Hermione who was staring at Daphne. Daphne held Hermione's gaze.
"I have nothing better to do," Tracey pipped up.
"I'll take all the help I can get," he told them.
"If you are all set now, I would like to work on the Charms essay also," Tracey requested.
They had settled in for about twenty minutes when some clacking boots sounded in the library. They didn't look up, all of them well into their own thoughts and books. Neville was even concentrating and seemed to be getting it as Hermione and Tracey helped him. Harry heard the clack of boots and knew it was not Madam Pince. Pince's were not as determined as she walked, usually being quiet, but loud enough you could hear her if you weren't talking.
"Potter," McGonagall barked.
He closed his eyes for a second before straightening up. She stopped at the end of the table. "Yes, Professor?" he answered in a deadpan tone.
"Why did you not show in my office at one o'clock like I asked?"
"You only asked me to show if I had questions. I do not and right now I need to complete my homework since I have detention with Professor Snape tonight," he answered. The anger that had slowly built since Sunday not really contained. At the look in her eyes, he added, "Professor."
"I assumed you would have questions. You are to come with me and I will talk with Professor Snape so you have time to complete your work," Professor McGonagall ordered.
"Excuse me, Professor," Daphne spoke up.
"Yes, Ms. Greengrass?"
Harry snapped his head to look at the girl that was looking up at their Transfiguration Professor. "If Scion Potter's detention is moved from this evening, he is still scheduled for a Quidditch practice. From what I understand, Mr. Wood has practice six times a week, most are two to three hours a day, with Saturday being four."
Professor McGonagall regarded Daphne for a moment. "Is this the truth, Potter?"
He wasn't sure to curse the girl or kiss her! Quidditch was one of his few stress relievers he had, but it was more stress than relief as he started to take his studies more seriously. In the last few weeks he had grown to like the better grades. He also liked the respect Daphne was giving him for helping them, and the praise for doing well on what she helped him with.
"Yes, Professor."
Her lips pursed. "I will talk with Wood. I told him no more than four practices and two hours each. Now, pack up your stuff and come with me."
Harry was hoping that this wouldn't get out. Some had started to notice him studying with Daphne and Tracey. He didn't need them being blamed for a weak Gryffindor team because they didn't practice enough. Gryffindor wasn't playing against Hufflepuff until May though. Harry knew no other team practiced half as much as they did. Harry packed up his stuff. "We'll see you in transfiguration?" Hermione inquired.
He nodded.
It was soon obvious they were heading away from the library and McGonagall's office. "Where are we going, Professor?"
"I am taking you to the hospital wing. Your guardian has authorized some tests," McGonagall informed him.
"You mean Professor Dumbledore?" he asked.
"I mean Madam Bones. She has been given custody of you until Sirius Black can be found and sorted out," Professor McGonagall informed him.
"Oh," was all he thought to say. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
Walking into the hospital wing, Harry stopped. Two Aurors were in the room and two people in lime green robes. Madame Bones was talking with one of the Aurors, a rather grizzled looking man with scars, a strange electric blue eye that kept spinning around and the large chunk out of his nose made Harry wonder what the man had gone through. He had scars, but nothing like this man.
The man nodded. "He's here, Boss," the man's gravelly voice matched his appearance.
Madam Bones was wearing a monocle today. She took it off and put it into a breast pocket on her robes. "Good afternoon, Mr. Potter, or would you prefer Scion Potter or Harry?"
"Harry please, ma'am. What tests are you going to have me do?"
The woman looked much kinder than she had Sunday, crouching down to his level. "Before we do that, I wanted to talk with you. Would you like to do this in private or here?" she asked in a calm tone.
Harry shrugged. He wasn't sure what they were going to talk about. Maybe the grizzled Auror would protect him if Madam Bones tried anything.
"Right. Did Professor McGonagall tell you that Child Wizard Services has named me your Guardian per your parents will?"
"Professor McGonagall mentioned you have temporary guardianship. What about my relatives?"
"No matter what anyone else tells you, I am now your Guardian. That may change in the future, but only if you and I agree. Do you understand?" she inquired in a gentle voice.
His heart pounded in his chest and his eyes grew wide. "I have to go back to my relatives," he told her.
She didn't look away from him. "Harry, you are not going back to the Dursley's again. I have rooms at my house that will be yours. Do you know my niece, Susan? She is in your year."
He nodded, not believing what she just said. "I don't have to go back to my relatives?"
Her smile looked a little strained. "No, Harry. I can tell you that you will never go back to the Dursley's. You will be living with myself and my niece Susan."
Harry just stood there, a hope he never knew he could have exploding in him. He couldn't have this ripped from him. To never have to deal with his relatives again was a dream too good to not become true.
"Now, I have asked these nice Healers from St. Mungo's to come here today. There is some concern that you may have been malnourished and I would like Healer Tonks and Healer Devon to check you over. If they find anything of concern, they may give you a treatment. Please cooperate and I promise we will talk about it later."
His alarm bells went off, even with her reassuring tone. "Where is Madam Pomfrey," he asked. She always just healed him up and released him quickly.
There was a quick look between McGonagall and Bones. "Madam Pomfrey will be out for a few days. Professor McGonagall has agreed to allow these Healers from St. Mungo's to stay until she is back."
Harry let her lead him to a bed and he spent a long time having wands pass over him and potions to give some response he didn't know. When asked to remove his shirt and trousers, he only felt comfortable enough with Healer Tonks. She was a middling age woman with brown hair and kind brown eyes. Harry didn't want to trust the man. He hadn't been unkind or given him any reason to not trust him, but Harry only seemed to trust Healer Tonks.
When he took off his shirt, he tried not to shy away. He didn't have a lot of scars, or he didn't think so, but most marked times he didn't want to think about or for others to see. Healer Tonks didn't look at him any differently. "Harry, is it alright if I move closer and get a look?"
He nodded. She moved in and ran her wand over him while touching a few scars. "Does that hurt," she asked running a finger along a long thin scar on his back not far above his y-fronts.
"No," he shook his head.
"Where did you get it?"
Harry kept his mouth shut. He couldn't tell her. She didn't press him as she looked at another one. "Harry, can I look inside your shorts? If not, I can call Healer Devon back in."
He tensed a little. "If you have too."
It was quick and then she moved to his arm. "What happened here?"
It was a small scar. All that was left from the phoenix tear that had healed him. A phoenix tear could heal almost any wound, but it didn't mean there may not be a scar. Especially when it was made by such a dark creature. "A basilisk," he told her.
Her head shot up. "Can you repeat that please?"
"A basilisk. Fawkes healed it with a tear," he told her.
She eyed him for a few. "And what were you doing to get bitten by a basilisk and require a phoenix to heal you?"
"Ron and I went down into the Chamber of Secrets to save his sister. There was a basilisk there that tried to kill me but I killed it with the Sword of Gryffindor."
Her eyes grew wide. "I see. Can you tell me more about that," she inquired in an easy tone. Outside of Dumbledore, he had never talked to another adult about this. He explained everything he could remember. Then she asked about a small puckering around his finger tips, as though he had been burned. He was more reluctant to tell that story, especially since he had killed someone and Aurors were just outside the screen.
She didn't judge him and reassured him he would not be in trouble. A few other scars were more normal. Like the small one on his other arm from a broken arm when he fell off a swing set. Of course that had happened from Dudley trying to push him too high at Uncle Vernon's urging. When he fell, his arm had taken the brunt of the fall. Or another from when some grease had fallen on him from some rashers when he was learning how to cook. Somehow, she even got him to admit the marks on his bottom where caused when he got in trouble when he was really young. He wouldn't tell her how though.
When the bell rang for last period, he asked if he could go to class.
"Let me ask your aunt," Healer Tonks told him.
"She isn't my aunt," he said very quickly. He never wanted to call anyone aunt or uncle again.
Her eyes looked worried. "Why don't you get dressed while I talk with Madam Bones."
"I have Transfiguration class," he told her.
"I think Professor McGonagall will understand."
She left the screen and he got dressed. Then he waited. It felt like a long time before a voice came from outside the screen. "Harry, can I come in?" Madam Bones asked.
"Yes."
Madam Bones and Healer Tonks walked in. The look on their faces didn't settle him. He sat on the edge of the bed and they took two chairs across from him. "Harry, Healer Tonks has told me what she has found. We would like to go over it, but I have a few questions before we do."
"Am I in trouble," he asked. He had told Healer Tonks more than he ever thought he would, but for once he felt like there was an adult that listened and he found he trusted.
"No. You are not in trouble. Is everything you told Healer Tonks the whole truth?"
He didn't say a word.
Madam Bones gave him a reassuring smile. "Harry, I mean it that you will be coming to live with Susan and I. The one rule I enforce above all others is to tell me the truth. The stories you have told Healer Tonks seem a little farfetched and I would think Susan would inform me if she had heard any rumors of this."
Harry frowned. He looked at Healer Tonks. "You don't believe me?"
Healer Tonks didn't hesitate. "The stories you have told me would explain the damage and traces of magic I have found. You seem like a very honest young man. So, yes. I believe you."
Madam Bones frowned.
"Have I ever lied or led you wrong, Amelia?" Healer Tonks was looking at Bones.
After a moment, Bones shook her head. "You have never led me wrong. I would like to talk with Susan."
"Can I go? Transfiguration is almost over and I didn't eat much at lunch so I would like to get to dinner," he informed them. It was a good excuse to run away.
"You can hold your questions for later," Healer Tonks told Bones. "Harry, with Amelia's permission, I want to keep you in the infirmary for a few days."
"I have detention with Snape tonight. I still need to finish my potions and charms essay. Not to mention my study groups," he told them.
Madam Bones looked far more sympathetic. "Prioritizing your responsibilities as such is something I will be proud of, but Healer Tonks has found you have suffered from malnutrition and other ailments that need to be treated. Over the next few days, the Healers want to put you through a potion and healing regime that may be a little intensive, and will still require potions for a month or two. I will stop in each day to see how you are doing."
He felt like panicking. What would Daphne and Hermione think if he fell even further behind. His panic must have been apparent.
"Harry, it is either a choice of here or St. Mungo's. As you said, your friends have been very helpful and I can let them in to see you in a day or two, and even let you start with your studies again over the weekend. But if you are stressing yourself too much, it will take longer to start the healing you need, and will require you to go to St. Mungo's," Healer Tonks told him. "I would also like to do some more tests. There are a few abnormal results that need to be sorted."
He looked between the women for a few. All he could think of was when a doctor told a patient something was abnormal on Aunt Petunia's soaps.
"Am I going to die?"
Healer Tonks smiled. "No. You will not die, but I think you will feel much better when we are done."
After a moment, he nodded. "Can I tell Hermione and Daphne?"
"We can have Professor McGonagall pass a message. What are their last names and what Houses are they in?"
"Hermione Granger is in Gryffindor with me. Daphne Greengrass is in Slytherin."
Bones eyes widened a bit. Healer Tonks just nodded as though this was perfectly normal.
"We will inform them. Anyone else?"
"Oliver Wood. He's going to be upset when I don't show up to Quidditch practice," Harry told them, seriously worried about upsetting Wood.
"It is Healer's orders that you will not fly for at least a week, if not more."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I am sure you may have many questions and I will answer them as best I can over the next few days. Do you have any pressing questions right now?"
He looked at Madame Bones. He still wasn't sure how much to trust her, except that she was taking him away. "Why was I left at my relatives?"
The woman's eyes softened even more. "I do not know, Harry. There is a team in the DMLE who is working on how you were lost in our Childcare system. I am not sure if you are aware, but I am your father's third cousin."
He snorted. "Figures," was all he said, remembering the fact from the other day.
She looked at him a little concerned. "What do you mean by that?"
"I've never had a relative care about me yet," he retorted, surprising himself that he would voice it or sound so bitter.
Both woman looked a little shocked for a moment. Bones spoke first, "Harry, if I had known, you would have not been left where you were and you would have known about your parents' will. It would never have been tolerated for you to sustain some of the scars you have or the malnutrition. Know from this point forward, no one will hurt you like that again."
Harry frowned and just nodded.
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February 12, 1994
Hogwarts, Scotland
The next few days were not entirely unpleasant, though he didn't remember much of it. He slept, a lot.
The first night he was given a large dinner where Hermione was allowed to join him. They didn't talk much with the Aurors and Healers around. There was a feeling of something big happening, but he didn't know what.
After that, he was given a series of potions, some as foul tasting as polyjuice or Skele-gro, others with a minty aftertaste. He liked those. Then he fell asleep and didn't wake until dinner the following day. He was famished and ate about as much as Ron would, shoveling it into his mouth almost as fast too.
Madame Bones was there before his next round of potions that evening. She informed him that a agent from Wizarding Child Services would be by to see him once he was cleared and told him she would be by the Dursley's this weekend to retrieve his possessions. When Harry told her everything he owned was in his trunk, her eyes grew steely. He didn't feel her anger was towards him, but he felt it.
Friday passed much the same way. He slept until dinner. Madame Bones was there again. She didn't look pleased, but whenever she talked with him, it was in a kind tone and she never directed the anger in her eyes towards him. He wasn't used to that from adults. His relatives only ever had an anger in their eyes like that when they focused on him and he never liked the results.
Saturday, he woke with the light of the sun still low in the sky. At first he thought he had slept through another day, but after getting his glasses on, he realized it was the light of the morning, as it still filtered through the hospital wing windows. Over his two and a half years here, Harry had learned to recognize when it was morning, afternoon or early evening in the hospital wing.
Stretching, he noticed a few things. The first was that it felt a little odd. Having lived with it for so long, it was immediately apparent that his joints didn't hurt and his muscles didn't feel like tight strings.
That led to his second observation. He seemed bigger. Looking at his hands, they didn't look as thin as he was used to and he felt longer.
The third thing was that it felt like there was a hole in his stomach. He had known hunger pains before, but not this just general emptiness, like he hadn't eaten in weeks. His stomach growled at the thought.
There was a slight clacking of boots. "Good morning, Harry," Healer Tonks said getting up from a desk she had setup. He looked to her and saw two Aurors standing inside the doors.
"Hello, Healer Tonks. Is it breakfast time," he asked, letting his bodily needs talk for him.
She smiled as she came over to him. "I will have something brought in just a moment. How do you feel today?"
He stretched again, enjoying the pleasant feel of it. "Better. What did you do to me? Am I bigger?"
The healer took a chair next to his bed. "You are closer to the size you should be for your age," she told him. "I am actually surprised you are up. I expected you to sleep again today, tomorrow as well. It takes energy to recover from years of malnutrition."
His stomach growled again. "Is that why I am so hungry?"
"I assume that is most of it, besides just being a teenage boy," she chuckled at his look. "Do you feel any aches or pains?"
He shook his head. "I actually feel better than I can remember," he told her truthfully. Why did he feel in such a good mood today?
"Good. You're treatment is not done. You are about three-quarters to where you should be, but the entire process cannot be rushed. Over the next month or so I will make sure you complete the treatment. It wouldn't be surprising if you gain another inch or even three during that time. James was rather tall himself," Healer Tonks informed him.
"Does that mean I can leave and work on my homework and the classes I missed?"
Healer Tonks shook her head as though chastising the energy of youth in her head. "You shall be staying in here at least through tomorrow. You shall not be pushing yourself for two weeks after that. That means try not to run or do any strenuous exercises if you can help it. And no flying."
Harry groaned. "I have Quidditch practices almost every day," he told her, sounding much more like a normal teen's whinging than Harry ever had.
She chuckled. "Harry, you have just undergone a major round of potions and growth elixirs to stabilize your body the way a normal thirteen-year-old should be. Even magic can sustain only so much stress as your body until your body gets used to the changes and the new bones, muscles and other parts of you start taking over for the natural growth that should occur," she explained.
He looked at his hands again. "How much did I grow?"
"Just over four-and-a-half inches and almost two stone weight," she informed him. "You are now a little over sixty inches and a hundred and three pounds."
His eyes boggled at her for a moment. "I what?"
"I would expect you to be a little unstable in your increased height and weight until you get used to it. Do you need to go to the loo? I can help you if you need and then breakfast will be provided. I also assume Ms. Granger and Ms. Greengrass would like to see you today. Madame Bones has restricted all visitors, but said you could have a few friends if you like when you woke."
"Hermione and... Ms. Greengrass have asked for me?"
"You have had a few people inquiring about you, especially with a few other events in the last few days" she hinted. "Ms. Granger and Ms. Greengrass have been the most persistent though."
Harry felt his neck and cheeks heat a little at the look Healer Tonks gave him. "I should go to the loo," he told her.
She looked like she wanted to laugh, but thankfully only offered to help. He refused, but still stumbled when he got out of bed. His body was larger and he wasn't used to it. Healer Tonks moved to catch him but he caught himself first.
Once in the bathroom, she wasn't joking that he was larger. His face looked older, not as childish anymore. There was a faint mustache of thin dark hair. He looked lean, but it was more the look of a boy that had a large growth spurt in a year, not the scrawny kid he knew himself as. For once, he had a healthy layer of fat and muscle.
"God, who am I," he asked, especially when he went to the bathroom and found that everything had grown.
"Harry, there is a change of clothes for you on your bed," Healer Tonks told him through the door. Harry wanted out of the bed clothes, but he wasn't looking forward to wearing his normal clothes.
Walking up to the bed, he was surprised to find a nice pair of trousers, a button-down shirt and a new Gryffindor knit jumper. It wasn't a school uniform, but it was much nicer than the jeans or corduroy and other clothes most of his friends used outside of class. With encouragement, he put them on. They were a little loose, but fit him far better than anything he ever owned outside of his school uniform.
"Where are my shoes," he asked Healer Tonks looking around for his ratty trainers. There was a nice pair of polished leather shoes under the bed, but he had never owned anything like that before.
"Under the bed. Madam Bones bought you some new shoes and other clothes that should be in your dorm room considering you should have grown out of all your other clothes," Healer Tonks told him at the look on his face. He doubted he had grown out of Dudley's old clothes. "You aren't going anywhere so you should not need to put them on today."
Shortly after, a large meal was put before him. The clock tower struck ten bells. It was far later than he would normally wake and get ready for the day. His breakfast disappeared quickly and a bowl of fruit was left at his bedside if he needed to snack.
He took a book out of his bag, his eyes feeling a little droopy and woke with a start at the sound of the noon bell. Harry didn't remember closing his eyes and he didn't think he even read a page. He felt as famished as he had earlier and just finished a huge lunch before the one o'clock bell. Meer seconds after the toll ended, the doors to the hospital wing opened.
"Afternoon, Healer Tonks. Is Harry up," Hermione asked.
"Just around the curtain, dear. I don't think he has fallen back to sleep yet. Just be warned he may look a little different and you can't stay too long. Harry still needs more rest and sleep."
"Yes, ma'am." Hermione came into view and stopped, her eyes going wide. "Harry?" she asked.
"Hey, Hermione." He didn't blame her. He hadn't recognized himself in the mirror either.
Her eyes looked him up and down. "What did they do with you?"
He gave her a nervous look. "Healer Tonks said I was suffering from long term malnutrition. I should be closer to what size I should have been." Her eyes met his after a moment. "Do I look that bad?"
Some colour came to her face. "No. I like your new clothes. How are you feeling?" She moved in closer.
He couldn't stifle the yawn. "A little tired. It's weird how my body feels. Healer Tonks says I'm over four inches taller."
"I can believe that. You look different. Good," she added hastily, "but different. Where are your glasses?" she asked.
Harry blinked at her before reaching up, not realizing that they weren't on. He comically patted his face, not believing he wasn't wearing them. Looking around, they were on the bedside table next to his wand. He hadn't touched either all day. On reflex he reached for his glasses, jammed them on his face, which felt tight, and the bridge snapped when he shoved them on.
He held the glasses in his hands. Blinking, he realized that he could see. Like see across the room! Without his glasses!
"Bloody hell," he exclaimed. "I can see! Hermione, I can see!"
She looked at him a little shocked and he reached out for her and pulled her into a hug. She stiffened and didn't move. After a moment, he realized how stiff she was and let her go. He knew he looked abashed, having never instigated a hug with her. She had hugged him plenty of times, but he had never done that. Daphne had been the only one he could ever remember actively hugging.
"Sorry," he said embarrassed.
After a second, she launched herself at him, hugging him tighter than she ever had before. After the initial shock, he hugged her back. Healer Tonks poked around the curtains. "Would you like to announce that to all of Hogwarts?" she asked in a joking tone.
The teens pulled apart, both of them abashed. "I'm sorry, Healer Tonks," Harry apologized while looking down.
He missed the woman's smile as she came around Hermione to his bed side. She picked up his chin and looked into his eyes. "I thought you just didn't put your glasses on because they were too small now. You say you can see? What do you mean?"
"I can see the wall on the other side of the hall," he told her, his chin still being held up.
"What did you see before?"
His still abashed face reddened. "A blob."
"Do you mind?" Healer Tonks held up her wand and let go of his chin.
He shook his head and then she pushed up his hair. Hermione took in a sharp breath. "Your scar!"
He jerked his head to look at her. "What's with my scar?"
Her eyes looked at his head in a very un-Hermione-ish way. "It's almost gone."
Rubbing his head, he didn't feel the raised bumps that always outlined it.
"I was hoping it might be. There was a nasty artifact left over. Healer Devon and I were able to remove the last bit of the curse yesterday," Healer Tonks informed them. "There were signs it was interfering with your vitals, but I hadn't expected this."
"What do you mean dark artifact," Hermione squeaked, looking scared.
The Healer pulled his attention back to her and pushed up his hair again before she started to move her wand over her head. "I was going to check this tomorrow. Too much magic to soon may reopen the wound, but nothing for it now."
"What are you checking for," Harry asked, his green eyes large and uncertain.
"As far as we know, you are the only person to survive the killing curse. It appears your magic, and whatever your parents did to you, caught the curse. It was slowly dissipating, but such a powerful and dangerous curse has more than enough magic to kill almost any creature in the first go. At the rate it was dissipating, I would have guessed you would be well into your thirties before it was gone."
His eyes were as large as Hermione's now.
"Dear Merlin!" a girl's voice came to them.
He turned to see Daphne, her hands to her mouth and looking at him wide eyed.
"Harry, stay still! I can't check properly if you keep moving," Healer Tonks stated in exasperation. "Really! Boys and a big set of eyes," he heard the healer mutter.
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A/N: I am using a standard stone weight = 14 lbs.
Also, the height and weight gain would put Harry into the 50 percentile for boys thirteen years of age. It is dramatic, but not when you consider it is about where he should be. It is also about what he should have grown from age 11 to 13.