The canonical characters from the "Harry Potter" books and movies belong to Joanne K. Rowling, as does the Wizarding World and all associated concepts. Ms. Rowling is utterly unaware that I or my stories exist, and is probably happier for it. This story is written to serve as nothing more than an outlet for one of my hobbies. I'm doing it because I felt like it and am not planning to realize any sort of monetary award for it.
The plot for "Harry Potter & The Search For Peace" is mine.
The door to Harry's room at Saint Mungos was pushed open violently. Percy and George Weasley stood together with expressions of pure horror. "We saw Harry's arm on the clock," Percy whispered, looking at his parents and youngest brother. He was supporting George, who looked in no condition to talk. Molly rushed to her sons, "He is fine. He will wake up soon. He just used too much of his magical core." Colour filled their faces.
"I thought…" George's voice choked as Molly pulled him in a hug. It had reminded him of the pain of losing Fred. Harry was no less than a brother. Oh! She wished she could take the pain away. She rubbed George's back with a hand, while the other one pulled Percy into the hug. From the corner of her eyes, she saw her husband pull their youngest son in a hug. She had heard Susan's version of the events. Ron's patronus was so powerful, it almost blinded us.
Ten minutes later, the Weasleys were in the tearoom along with Neville and Auror Robards. Ron was furiously speaking to the latter. He wanted some action to be taken against the Department of Magical Creatures. "Why would you send people who can't produce a Patronus to deal with Dementors? Something worse could have happened. Harry's powerful enough to deal with them. What if it was Susan or Ernie?" Robards looked in complete agreement. He had already requested a meeting with the Minister. No one was going to get away after risking the lives of his aurors.
"I will leave now," Neville said, getting up from the chair. "McGonagall and the girls must be waiting for some news. Send us a letter when Harry wakes up, won't you?" The Weasleys nodded.
Not Harry! Not Harry! please - I'll do anything!
Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –
Bow to death, Harry... It might even be painless... I would not know... I have never died...
No! Fred! No!
Not Harry! Not Harry! please - I'll do anything!
Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –
Bow to death, Harry... It might even be painless... I would not know... I have never died...
No! Fred! No!
Not Harry! Not Harry! please - I'll do anything!
Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –
Bow to death, Harry... It might even be painless... I would not know... I have never died...
No! Fred! No!
Harry forced himself to open his eyes and gasped audibly when the light hit his eyes. "Harry mate, you are awake. Oh, thank Merlin." Ron was by his side as he had always been since past so many years. He will be forced to leave like others. Harry tried to move his arms to his ears. He had to stop that voice. It pained like hell. His body was too sore to be moved freely.
"Don't try moving, Mr Potter," Harry heard a new voice. He tried to look at the source. It was all hazy. "Who are you?" he tried asking in a hoarse voice.
"I am Healer John William. What you are experiencing, Mr Potter are the aftereffects of dementors. Chocolate should help you." He helped Harry in eating a big bar of chocolate. Harry could feel warmth fill himself. He managed to sit up and look around the room. All the Weasleys were there and so was Robards.
"Am I seriously ill?" Harry joked, earning himself a glare from almost everyone in the room. The Healer told him that he had been unconscious for almost four hours.
"Neville was here. And so were Andromeda and Teddy. Someone should send them a letter saying you have woken up," Ron told him.
"You can go home now if you want. There will be some side effects because of too much exposure to the dementors. But just for a day. I would still suggest rest for the next four days." The Healer turned his attention to Molly Weasley, "Good food, good sleep, hot chocolate should make him better." Molly nodded and if the determined look on her face was any indication, Harry was going to have an excess of all the three.