Harry Potter and the fight for freedom.
This is a different story, filled with action and emotion, some parts you will gasp others you might cry. Basically its about Harry when he's an adult, he's not married but has a son to Hermione, Ron is married with children. The fight for freedom is basically the fight for Harry's family and friends against a new evil.
The Mall
Harry stuck the key into the lock of his small cottage and opened the green door. He lived there with Hermione and their son Carlos who's eleven years old.
Carlos didn't resemble his parents in any way apart from his eyes. He had Harry's big green eyes. He had his own unique face, and a pale blond lock of soft hair. It wasn't messy or bushy, but rather like Dudley's.
Harry entered into the small hallway and automatically wiped his feet on the bristly mat. Hermione was very strict on that. He hung up his coat and protruded further into the home. He didn't know where Hermione was or Carlos come to that.
'Perhaps he's taken him out somewhere' he thought quickly, deciding it was best not to worry about it.
He walked into the lounge and placed his satchel on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa reaching for the television buttons and casually turning it on.
Hermione finally arrived at the muggle hospital in Leeds . She rushed to the reception desk immediately.
"I'm Hermione Granger where's my son?" she asked frantically, twirling her brown locks frantically at the desk.
"excuse me?" replied the receptionist, her strict glasses nearly sliding off her nose.
"My son, theres been an attack in Govan. My son was there and I rang you up and you said yes he was here!" she replied frantic.
"I do not know where he is, but I can have a quick look, what is his name please?" the receptionist replied calmly, pushing her glasses back on her nose.
"His names Carlos Potter" Hermione squeezed out
"what is his date of birth please?"
"er August 31st 2007"
"is this the bomb attack in that small town?" the receptionist asked
"yes, it's the attack on the small town, in the mall. Totally gutted one of the Doctors told me when I was trying to find my son" she wiped her forehead on the back of her hand, she was sweating.
"yes I've found him, ah……" the lady started.
"ah what…..is he dead?" the words cut her mouth as she spat them out.
"no he's er in the theatre, you can't see him I'm afraid"
"is he ok?" she pestered
"I don't know, I don't know how bad he is"
"well find out!" Hermione yelled at her, losing her temper.
Harry flicked through the channels. Nothing interesting was on so he settled for basketball. He was happily watching a game when the phone rang. He groaned and stood up, stretching as he did so, and walked out into the kitchen to get to the phone.
"hello" he said casually
"hi darling its me" came the rushed voice down the end of the phone.
"oh hi why aren't you at home, where's Carlos?" were the first words that slipped out of his mouth.
"Harry look that's why I've phoned you, theres been a dark attack in Govan, the large mall there's been blown to smithereens. Carlos went with Leo and Jake today because its Jake's birthday….."
"and he was in the mall when it…….."
"blew up" Hermione finished. "I'm at the hospital, in Leeds, it's a muggle one and its giving me a lot of grief" Harry heard her choke a sob
"is he alive?" he asked her scared of the answer he might get.
"I don't know Harry, I really don't know" Harry could tell she was crying.
"ok er…….. I'm on my way, see you in about an hour" he choked and put down the phone. He stood there numb for a moment trying to hold back his tears of panic
'he's ok' he kept reassuring himself 'he'll be fine'
Hermione sat in an orange chair in the waiting room she had been there for at least an hour. The world was passing her in a daze.
Leo was Rons son, did he know his son had been in a dark attack.
Ron had two children both boys but only Leo was a red head, Leo and Scorpio. Both were named after there star signs. He was married, unlike Hermione and Harry, to a Spanish lady called Elena. She had long silky black hair and Hermione had to admit she was extremely pretty. Elena and Ron fitted together like a pair of socks.
"is this Miss Granger" a smooth male voice said above her, knocking her back into the real world. She looked up and saw a young man in a white coat. He had wavy black hair which had been slicked back and had a handsome face of a young brave man.
"yes I am" she shook as she spat out the words.
"I'm Doctor Morientez" he reached out his hand and she shook it gently.
"do you…"
"yes, I know about your son, I guess you want to know?" he had a strong Italian accent
"yes I do" she replied.
"well as you know he was in the attack er yes the attack and.."
"and what?"
"we got him and he was in quite a state, erm"
"is he alive?" Hermione sobbed
"yes, but he's in a coma, so he's not awake, you understand?"
"yes I understand, can I see him?" she asked, more than anything she wanted to see her son.
"er yes you can, but he's in a bit of a mess does that matter?"
"no just let me see him"
Harry jumped into the car. He hit the rush hour instantly. He swore silently to himself. Maybe he was going to be longer than an hour to get to Leeds hospital. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. He looked out of his right window, the traffic was jammed. 'I have a choice' he thought 'I either wait here and take about six hours to get there or, I go home, wait an hour or two then take about three hours to get there, I'll take the second option' Harry pulled out into a different lane, and turned back, he just prayed that Hermione had her mobile phone with her.
Hermione followed the young doctor through the long white corridors of the hospital.
"when was the attack? How long has he been here?" asked Hermione to the back of the doctor.
"hmm I'd say about four hours, it happened this morning, a large bomb, that's what everyone says, codswallop if you ask me, bombs don't leave great big marks in the sky" Hermione stopped. 'Voldemort' said the voice in her head.
"what did the mark look like?" she asked trying to see if she could confirm her guess.
The doctor turned round to face her. He looked at her carefully his dark brown eyes moving up and down her body, he was silently examining her.
"have you heard of……..now how can I put this…..Harry Potter?"
she looked up at him 'he's a wizard' the same voice said in her head.
"yes he's my boy friend" she replied carefully.
"no I mean the Harry Potter with the lightening bolt scar, the green eyes and messy black hair, the boy who lived" he ran his hand through sleek black hair.
"yes, he's my boyfriend" she looked down at her shoes thinking.
"are you a witch" she heard him say. She thought furiously.
"are you a wizard?" was her reply. He laughed nervously. Then slowly said
"yes, I'm a wizard" he cracked his fingers. "now are you a witch?"
"I am" she breathed.
"ok, that makes life easier for me, you've heard of you know who, he's been relatively quiet lately hasn't he, well this attack…"
"was by him wasn't it" Hermione interrupted not meaning to snap at him.
"well we don't know" he said quietly.
"but the dark mark was in the sky, so it was him" Hermione blurted confused
"that's the thing, it wasn't you know who's dark mark, it was a different one"
"perhaps he changed it" Hermione said logically.
"or perhaps there's a new dark age about to begin" they both looked at each other in horror "I've seen the damage done on tv pictures at my lunch break, its Saturday, the malls packed, little children to old pensioners, muggles to wizards and witches. That mall was heaving, just like Oxford Street in the January sales, and this person knew that!" he paused as if to gather his thoughts. "There were at least five thousand people in that mall, three thousand of those won't see tomorrow, there still searching for survivors out there, and believe me there ain't many"
Harry pulled up into his drive. He casually stepped out onto the gravel, it crunched underneath his feet. He looked at his door, to his surprise Ron was there.
"hey Harry is Leo there I mean he was meant to be back an hour ago" Harry froze his mind ticked frantically.
"no, he's not, er Ron, I think I better tell you something" Harry stammered. He slammed his car door and walked over to his front door unlocking it. Ron followed him in. "sit down" Harry instructed. Ron obediently sat down on the settee. Harry sat down next to him. He looked up at the clock. It was coming up to five thirty.
"Ron there was an attack in Govan today" Harry watched as the colour drained from his best friends face.
"Was Leo there? In the attack? You know who?" Ron started to chew his fingers
"I don't know, Hermione rang me from the hospital, she said that Carlos was in the attack, and that the hospital didn't know where he was and she was looking for him, I don't even know if he's alive or not!" Harry choked and wiped his nose. "I'm going to ring her, she's got her mobile" he walked out into the kitchen and pulled the phone off the hook and put it to his ear and quickly dialling in the number. He listened to the endless ringing, no one answered. He put the phone down and walked back over to Ron.
"did she answer?" Ron asked seeing the look on his friends face.
"no" Harry groaned taking off his glasses and rubbing his tired green eyes.
"we need to get to the hospital" Ron sighed still chewing his fingers.
"Have you seen the traffic?!" Harry told him, more harshly than he meant to.
"have you heard of apperating?" he snapped back. Harry smacked himself on the forehead, narrowly missing his scar.
"Hey I didn't think of that" Harry moaned
"dats because you stupid" Ron mocked releasing his fingers from his mouth.
Hermione stared at the doctor. "can we find my son please" she said shakily
"of course, that's why I collected you" she followed him in silence.
They reached some dark green doors. Hermione followed the doctor in. he turned to face her.
"now, he's in a coma, he has nasty head injuries, but I think he'll over come that, erm he has had to have two of his digits removed. The tip of his ring finger as well as half of his pinkie. They were ripped off, we've neatened him up. He has a large crack in his skull, we've glued it together but it may need pinning" he motioned her over to a large screen with Thomas the tank engine on it. The doctor pulled back the curtain so he could get in. Hermione followed, dreading what she might see.
"here he is" the doctor pointed at the bed. "I'll leave you now, I'll be round by the desk by the doors" he turned swiftly and left drawing the curtain behind him.
Hermione walked over to the edge of the bed. The whole room was silent apart from a few sobs coming from other parents and the breathing machines. She reached the edge and looked over the rail to glimpse at her son. She gasped and turned around instantly. She buried her head in her hands and choked out a few sobs. 'I have to be brave' she thought. Her face felt hot. She turned back round and bravely looked at her son.
Carlos was lying on his back. His duvet up to his waist. He had tubes and tags all over his chest as well as a minor cut with had been neatly sewn. His left hand had a large bandage wrapped neatly round it. She guessed this was from where his little fingers had been. Her eyes moved up to his face. His small mouth and perfect nose was swamped by an oxygen mask, which was strapped round his head. His eyes were closed tightly. Round his left eye he had a jagged gash which had been sewn tightly together.
She chewed back her lip furiously. Tears were streaming down her pale face. she looked above his eyes. A large chunk of his floppy blond hair was missing and had been replaced with a slash about five inches running right past his left ear. She studied the slash. It had been sewn together so neatly and tightly it was just a thick red line.
She reached out her hand and gently stroked his forehead. He was cool to the touch. She took her hand away and steadied herself. She looked around his bed. He had about four different drips all working hard giving him the right life-giving fluids.
His bedside table was bare and so was his bed, he needed colour adding, flowers maybe.
She pulled up a chair and slid into it, resting her head on the small boy.
'how could anyone do this?" she thought 'to someone so young as well'
Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket. "its Leeds hospital, I warn you, it's a muggle one I'm afraid. But Ron I can't tell you whether Leo will be at this one. If the mall was attacked, that's a lot of people" Harry said gripping his wand firmly in his clasp. "I'll meet you at the main entrance" Harry added, swiping his wand around him and disappearing in front of Rons eyes.
Harry appeared at the front of the glass doors. He waited for about two minutes before Ron appeared.
"What took you?" Harry questioned Ron
"er I got lost" Ron replied innocently
"how can you get lost when you apparate?!" Harry mocked him
"I don't know, I managed it" Ron looked at the doors. "Harry you lead the way, I'm not good with muggles"
Harry pulled open the door. He looked around him. He could see nurses running around hectic. "this does not look good" Harry muttered to Ron.
"I agree" Ron replied. Harry could hear his voice shaking.
They walked over to a large desk saying 'reception' on it.
"hi, er I'm looking for my son" Ron stuttered. The lady behind the desk looked up at him.
"what is his name?" asked the lady, her hair was grey and curly.
"Leo, Leo Weasley" he said starting to chew his finger again. The lady typed into the computer.
"date of birth?" she questioned.
"oh er February the twelfth 2007" he started chewing hard on his finger.
"no, theres no Leo Weasley here sorry, is he one of the bomb victims?" she asked typing into her computer again. Ron looked at Harry confused 'bomb victim?' he mouthed. Harry nodded silently at him, he forgot Ron wouldn't know what a bomb was.
"yes, he is" Ron gulped
"well, we have nine little boys that have been taken here, but six of them are dead" Ron looked at her horrified.
"do you have names on all of them?" Harry asked her
"no, only one" the receptionist sighed.
"what's his name?" Harry continued. "is he alive?"
"yes he's one of the three who's alive" the lady looked up at Harry
"how do you know his name?" he asked her
"he had a silver bracelet on, his name was printed on it"
"is he called Carlos Potter?" Harry asked his hopes high
"how did you know?" the receptionist asked amazed
"he's my son and the bracelet was his birthday present from his mother" Harry said, a cloud of relief washing over him, his son was alive, and somehow he sensed Hermione was with him this very moment.
"do you have the descriptions of any of the boys?" Ron breathed the conversation turning back to him.
"yes we do" the old lady pushed her glasses back onto her face.
"well do you have a boy with hair exactly the same colour to me?"
the lady looked at a small list. "yes and no"
"w-what do you mean?" Ron cried frantic with worry
"yes we have a small red headed boy but he's dead" the lady watch Rons face. He was being so brave not crying.
"what's he look like?"
"well, red hair, lots of freckles…"
"lots of freckles?" Ron interrupted "did you say lots of freckles?" the old lady behind the desk nodded. "that's not my son then" Ron added. He turned to Harry "so where's my son?"
chapter 2 is coming soon, sorry to leave it like that, wanted to get it posted, please review.
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