Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Chapter 29 The Return

Sirius changed into a massive black dog and ran ahead of James and Remus. Remus and James walked along side the floating stretcher, hardly talking and concentrating more on getting out of the dark and dingy cave. James was paler then usual, occasionally looking down at hi son, lying on the stretcher, motionless. The only reason that James knew Harry was still alive was because he could see the breath coming out of his mouth. It was bitterly cold in the cave, and James could feel it getting even colder.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" he asked Remus.

"Yes, it says that we're on the right trail," Remus said, motioning to the map in his hands. Then he said. "James, I'm sure Harry will be all right. He's had bad injuries before."

"I know," James said hoarsely. He looked down at Harry again. Finally, he took off his cloak and put it over Harry's body, tucking it under his chin.

"Just a few more turns." Remus said, trying and failing to sound reassuring. "We'll be back at Hogwarts in no time."

"Right."

Sirius had just reached the school. He pushed the giant oak doors open and ran into the entrance hall. He ran up to the stone gargoyle. He quickly changed into a man, gave the password, and sped up the moving stairs.

"Professor Dumbledore-" He said when he entered the room. It was empty. Sirius gave an exasperated sigh and ran back out of the room.

"Professor Dumbledore!" He yelled, running down the hallway. "Professor Dumbledore!"

"Shh!" said someone. "Sirius, over here!" It was Ron. He was standing outside of the hospital wing.

"Ron! Where's Professor Dumbledore?" Sirius said urgently.

"He's inside. But-" Sirius didn't hear the last few words. He ran into the hospital wing.

Ginny was sitting in a bed, tears pouring down her face and sobbing in her mother's arms.

When they saw Sirius enter the room, they all burst into questions.

"Did you find him?"

"Is he all right?"

"What happened?"

Sirius ignored them and said. "Where's Dumbledore?" As if on cue, the headmaster came into the door.

"Sirius!" Professor Dumbledore said. "Are you all right? Did you find him?"

"Can I speak to you outside?" Sirius said. He glanced at Ginny and the others. "It's urgent." He added.

"Of course." Professor Dumbledore swept after Sirius, into the hallway. Ron was still standing out there.

"It's Harry isn't it?" He said quietly. "Something happened. Something happened to Harry."

Sirius at Ron, who was staring at the floor.

"Harry's alive, Ron." He said. Ron lifted his head and said. "Really?"

"Yes, but… barely." He looked back at Dumbledore. "He was barely breathing and his heart was hardly beating when I left him with James and Remus. They're bringing him up to the school. But that's not all…"

"What else is there?" Dumbledore said.

"Well, it's Voldemort…" Ron flinched slightly at the sound of the name.

"What about Voldemort?" Dumbledore said sternly.

"Well, he's… he's dead." Ron stared, his mouth open. Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly, and then he said. "Really? How?"

"I don't know, Professor." Sirius said. "All I know is that he and Harry dueled, or something. There were scorch marks on the walls, and when we reached the chamber they were in, there were two people lying on the ground. One was Harry, and the other was Voldemort. Voldemort was dead."

"Did you leave his body there?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, but we know where it is," Sirius said.

"Thank you for telling me this." Dumbledore said. "I'm going to go alert Poppy that we're going to have to get another bed ready. Ron, if you would go tell your family and Miss Granger of what has happened, I'm sure they'd be most appreciative."

Ron nodded, then smiled. "So Harry beat ol' Moldymort."

Sirius gave an unenthusiastic laugh and turned into a dog again.

Ron went back into the hospital wing and went up to the bed where Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione were crowded around Ginny, who was no longer crying, but was lying down with her eyes wide open.

As he approached the bed, Mrs. Weasley said, "Did you find out anything about Harry?"

Ron nodded, sort of in awe.

"Well?" Snapped Mr. Weasley. "Is he alright?"
"He's alive," Ron said, sort of hesitating to go on.

"And…"

"Well, he's hurt-" Ginny gave a sob. "Pretty badly, from what Sirius said. But there's good news."

"How can there be good news?" Ginny said. "Harry's hurt-"

"You-Know-Who's dead," Everyone gasped.

"What?" Hermione said.

"Dead?"

"How?"
"Did Harry do it?"

"We don't exactly know how it happened. When Harry regains consciousness we'll ask him. Or Dumbledore will do that spell where Harry will tell what happened while he's asleep."

"But Harry will be alright?" Ginny asked, pulling herself up weakly.

"I think so-"

All of a sudden the door burst open. Remus and James came running in, with a stretcher.

"Where's Madame Pomfrey?" Remus asked urgently.

"I'm right here, Lupin." Said Madame Pomfrey, bustling over.
"Harry." Gasped Ginny, trying to get up out of her bed. Mrs. Weasley pushed her back into bed. Harry was lying motionless on the stretcher, his eyes closed and a bruise on his cheek. James was not leaving Harry's side. He levitated Harry onto a bed next to Ginny's and pulled up a chair next to the bed. He stared at Harry, and only grunted when Mrs. Weasley asked if Harry would be all right.

Madame Pomfrey flicked her wand and curtains appeared around Harry's bed. He was blocked from view.

Hermione and Ron went to the Gryffindor Common room. Somehow the news about Harry disappearing had leaked out and everyone was wondering if something had happened to him.
"Is he dead?"

"No, he's not-"

"So he's okay then?"

"Well, I-"

"Everyone!" Ron finally burst out. "Harry might be okay! All right! Now stop badgering us! We've had a bad day, and now we just want to go get some sleep!" Ron scowled at everyone, and then went off to his dorm room. Hermione went slowly over to her dorm. Inside of the dorm she was immediately questioned by Parvati and Lavender.

James and Mrs. Weasley remained in the hospital wing with Ginny and Harry. Mr. Weasley had been told to tell the Ministry the recent events.

James and Mrs. Weasley didn't speak to each other. They sat, staring at their children.

"How's Harry?" Mrs. Weasley eventually asked James through the curtains.

"He's- he's going to be- I really don't know."

"Why don't you go ask Madame Pomfrey." James pulled apart the curtains and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"I'll look after Harry," she said kindly. James gave a half smile, stood up, and walked over to Madame Pomfrey's office. He stopped when he heard Madame Pomfrey talking to Professor Dumbledore.

"How on earth did he survive?" Madame Pomfrey said. "I mean, you know that he was hit with the Deathday Curse, don't you."

"I'm positive, Poppy," He replied. "I also know the incantation for the Deathday Curse."

"What is it?" There was a pause, and then-

"Avada Decorpus Kedavra."

"Like the killing curse."

"Yes. You see, I think that Lilly's love for Harry was so strong, that- that he was not only able to survive the Killing Curse, but any curse incorporated with the killing curse, such as the Deathday Curse."

"But, Professor, how does that work?"

"I do not know, we can only guess."

James stepped back from the door, cleared his throat, and knocked.

Madame Pomfrey opened the door.

"James!" She said. Professor Dumbledore had explained the situation to her already. "Is there something that you wanted?"

"Yes," James said. "I was wondering how Harry is."

Madame Pomfrey was quiet for a moment. "He-he's going to be fine. We gave him some potion that will help him breath, and now all we can do is stand back and hope for the best."

James nodded, and left again.

Days passed by. Harry was still lying, as though dead, in his bed. The school had been informed of his actions, and how he had killed the Dark Lord. It had been in all of the newspapers, and Harry had received a good number of 'get well soon' gifts from his friends and admirers. Whenever Ron and Hermione were not in class or sleeping, they were with Harry. James was with him almost 24 hours a day, except for when he had to go to the bathroom. And even then he was back as soon as possible.

He couldn't help but think of what would've happened if James, Sirius and Remus hadn't gone looking for him. He would have just been lying there, cold and alone. What a horrible way to die. James shook his head, trying to get that thought out of it.

All of a sudden he heard shrieks from out in the hallway. It sounded like Professor Perry. James glanced at Harry before standing up and going out into the hallway.

"I DID IT!" She was shrieking. All of the teachers were staring at her, Professor McGonnagal's hands were over her mouth in shock. Dumbledore was looking sadly at Professor Perry.

"But why, niece?" He asked. "Why did you join him?"

"Because, uncle," She spat. "Because he promised me that I would have power. Power beyond any power that you have." She smiled wickidly and looked uglier than ever before.

"It was when I got that final letter from my master that I knew that I would soon become more powerful then everyone in this stupid school!"

She panted, and smiled evilly.

"And then that idiotic Slytherin girl interfered. She had to overhear me talking to my master, plotting to kidnap that Weasley girl in order to get Potter. My master spotted her behind the door and I killed her. You hear that uncle. I killed her. I killed one of your GOD DAMN STUDENTS!"

She was totally loosing control. Professor McGonnagal and Professor Sinistra came from behind and held her back.

"Let go of me," she hissed. "Let go of me. NOW!" All of a sudden, both Professor Sinistra and Professor McGonnagal were thrown into the wall. Professor Perry stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled. A broom immediately appeared at her side. She jumped onto the broom and sped out of the room, with several other teachers shooting stunning spells after her.

Dumbledore sighed sadly, looked up and saw James standing there.

"Hello James," He said. "I'm s-sorry you had to witness that."

James nodded.

"James, there's been something I've been wanting to ask you for a little while," Professor Dumbledore said. "You see, I need someone to go to Harry's aunt and uncle's house to tell them what happened. I think it would be best if you go."

"Me? Why?" James said.

"Well, they're going to find out sometime about you, and they have to find out about Harry, so you might as well go explain everything."

"But…"

James glanced back at the door of the Hospital Wing.

"Harry will be just fine," Dumbledore said, acting like he could read James's mind.

James nodded.

"Well, I guess I'll go then." James walked over to the entrance hall, and out the doors. He summoned his broom, got on, and flew away.

James arrived at Dursley's house at around six that evening. There were flower buds in the front yard and a nice, brick walkway leading up to the front door.

He walked up to the door and knocked. Petunia Dursley opened the door.

"Who are you?" She asked, squinting up at James, who was a good head taller than her.

"James Potter," He said. Her eyes widened in shock, and she slammed the door in James's face.

"Harry was hurt!" James yelled. "Just thought you'd like to know." He expected her to open the door again. It remained closed, and James could faintly hear the scrape of a lock. Not only was he not allowed into his own sister-in-law's house, but he was locked out. Nice way to show hospitality.

Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were crowded around Harry's bed, just staring at him. Ginny was holding Harry's limp hand in hers. But then, Ginny felt his finger's tighten around hers.

"Harry?" She whispered.

He moaned in reply.

"Harry? Are you okay?"

"Ginny?" He whispered, opening his eyes slightly. "Are you alright?"

"You really shouldn't be asking me that, in your condition," Ginny said, leaning forward and kissing Harry on the cheek.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Hermione said, moving forward.

"I'm glad I'm okay too," Harry yawned sarcastically.

"Why don't you rest," Ginny said. "We'll be back later."

"All right," Harry said, yawning again. A second later he had fallen asleep.

James arrived not ten minutes later. He rushed into the Hospital Wing to find Ron, Hermione, and Ginny crowded around Harry's bed.

"He woke up," Ginny said, smiling broadly.

"He-he did?" James said weakly.

"Yeah," Ginny said.

"What did he say?" James said, sitting down in his usual chair.

"Well, first he asked me if I was okay, and then he said that he was okay, or something like that, and then he went back to sleep."

"Oh, okay, that's great." James said, forcing a smile. He had missed his son waking up.

He felt awful.

Be happy that he's not unconscious, said a little voice in his head. And that he talked.

"Why don't you three go back to your dorm," James said. "It's getting late." Ginny, Ron and Hermione all said goodbye to the sleeping form of Harry and left.

James looked at his son, and put his head in his hands…

A.N. That's all for now, sorry it took so long to get up. The finale is coming soon!!!!

Malena