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The Agents were still in shock from Ivy Molecularizing out of the room, against Sarge's orders. Sarge was sitting in her chair, a dark look on her face. Suddenly, Healer stood up and said, "Where?" The Agents turned in Healer's direction as she said, "Okay, I'll be right there." She stood up and said, "Sphinx, Alex, I'll be needing your help." Those two stood up too, as did Sarge. Healer didn't object. Instead, she started speaking into her microphone again.
"What is Stealth's condition?"
"I don't know," Ivy said, looking down at Harry. "He's just… bleeding and unconscious. I don't know if he's going to be all right. He's shivering I think too."
"Well, keep him warm until we get there," Healer said. She flicked her wand and a bag of medical supplies appeared next to her. She picked it up and Molecularized with a small ping. Sarge, Sphinx, and Alex did the same thing.
Ivy had placed her coat over Harry's body, trying to keep it warm. Even then, Ivy could see his blood start to seep through the fabric. Suddenly, the three other agents appeared next to her.
"Oh my god," Alex said, looking down on Harry's bruised and bleeding face. "What the hell happened to him?"
"Voldemort," Ivy muttered distractedly under her breath. Healer leaned down next to Harry and pulled off Ivy's cloak.
"Hypothermia," She whispered, feeling Harry's forehead. "From the rain. We're going to have to get these soaking clothes off of him. Sphinx, hold up his head." She took a pair of scissors out of her bag and cut off Harry's torn and bloody shirt. Wounds littered his chest and stomach area.
Suddenly Harry gave a moan.
"Stealth?" Ivy whispered, crouching down next to him. A second later she was pushed out of the way by Sarge.
"Did you kill him?" Sarge demanded. "Agent 97 did you kill Voldemort."
"Ugggg…" Harry moaned.
"Please tell me if you can," Sarge said.
"Yes…" Harry said, still wincing in pain.
"Good job Agent 97," Sarge said. She then Molecularized back to the hospital.
"Bitch," Sphinx said, causing Ivy and Alex to look up in surprise. "What? She didn't even try to help us out!"
"This is too serious," Healer muttered. "We need to get him to the hospital at the Order."
"What? I'm going to the hospital?" Harry asked softly, wincing in pain as Healer tried to mend part of a chest wound.
"Yes," Ivy said, crouching down next to him again and taking his hand. "You're going to be all right Stealth… Stealth?" Harry's eyes had slipped shut again and his head had drooped to one side.
"He's out again," Healer said, not looking up from what she was doing. "Arrghh! This is pointless… Come on, let's put him on a stretcher and move him to the hospital, they'll be able to help him more than I will."
Sphinx conjured up a stretcher. Alex and Healer gently lifted Harry off of the ground and placed him on the stretcher.
"The rest of you can go back up to the school, I'll get him there safely."
"I'm coming with you," Ivy said, picking up her cloak. Healer shrugged and Molecularized away. Sphinx and Alex stood there for a moment longer, neither of them speaking until Sphinx said, "Did he say that he had killed Voldemort."
Alex thought for a moment, "Yes… yes he did." Suddenly a smile appeared on both of their faces and Alex gave a whoop. Then they Molecularized back to the castle.
~*~
"Is this the Potter boy?" Asked one of the nurses as they moved him from the stretcher and onto a hospital bed.
"Yep," Healer said.
"Jeez, what happened to him?" Exclaimed a doctor, coming into the room wearing white robes and rubber gloves. She took off Harry's disguise bracelet, and his face instantly changed.
"Voldemort," Ivy said, holding his hand again.
"Are you family?" Asked the nurse.
"Well… no. But I-"
"I'm going to have to ask you to step outside"
Ivy was pulled out of the room by Healer.
"Why don't you contact his family, I'm sure that they'd like to know he's here," Healer said softly. "I'm going to return to the castle now. You can stay if you like." Ivy nodded, looking through the window at the doctors and nurses who were working quickly to help Harry. After a few moments Ivy spoke into her microphone and said, "Mr. Potter?"
James' voice appeared on the other end of the microphone. He sounded worried, "Yes?"
"Mr. Potter, this is Ivy-"
"Oh, Ivy! How are you?"
"I'm fine, sir," Ivy said. "Um… Your son is at the hospital and-"
"He is!" Interrupted Lily. "We'll be right there." And the other line went dead.
Ivy didn't have to wait long until the Potter family, including little Olivia, appeared next to her.
"Is he going to be okay?" Victoria exclaimed, looking in at her brother, pressing her nose against the glass.
"They don't know yet," Ivy replied.
"Excuse me," said a voice from behind the Potter family and Ivy. It was the nurse that Ivy had spoken too earlier. "Are you the parents of the boy in there?"
Lily rushed forward and said, "Is he going to be okay? What happened? How did he get those-"
"Miss, Sir, you are allowed in there for the time being, but if things get to serious we're going to have to ask you to step out. However, we feel he is going to make a full recovery. But, if he had been brought in even five minutes later, we feel that he might not have been so lucky."
"But we can see him?" James asked hurriedly.
"Yes, but I would not recommend that you let the little ones in," the nurse said, eyeing Jimmy, Victoria, and Olivia.
"Okay. Will you two watch Olivia?" James asked, bouncing Olivia slightly in his arms.
"Sure," Jimmy said. "Say hi to Harry for me."
Harry's parents entered the hospital room, where a few doctors were still mending Harry's wounds. Harry was hooked up to a ventilator to help him breath.
"He's suffered some lung damage, but we'll be able to repair it quite easily. We would just use a simple potion that stops eternal bleeding, but it conflicts with the A.K. potion, and there are nasty side affects," one of the doctors informed James and Lily. Lily crouched down next to her son, who was still unconscious. James watched as Lily reached up and brushed a strand of hair off of her son's face.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, dear," James said, squeezing his wife's hand.
"I know," Lily choked out. "I'm glad he's alive."
"Yes, so am I," he said, crouching down next to his wife and son.
"D-do you think that he killed Voldemort?" Lily asked in a shaky voice.
"Well if he has my stubbornness, I'm guessing that he didn't stop until Voldemort was dead," James said, cracking a smile. He kissed his wife on the cheek and she leaned against him.
"All those years that we weren't with him, I was worrying constantly. When he came to the Order I thought that all of those worries would stop. Lately, they've just intensified."
"Well, at least he's with us," James said.
"Excuse me… Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" Said one of the doctors. "We're going to have to operate on your son now. Will you please follow Dr. Turer? She needs you to sign some things." Lily and James stood up and watched as their son was wheeled out of the room.
~*~
Everything was quiet. Ivy didn't know what time it was, but it had to be late.
Maybe it's the room, Ivy thought. Maybe it has a Soundproof Charm on it. Ivy turned in her chair and looked down at the sleeping boy lying on the hospital bed beside her. He had curled up slightly, an IV still in his arm. His parents had left about an hour ago, Lily had to rest, James had to get up extra early the next morning, and Harry's siblings had to get up for school. She had volunteered to stay with him. She looked down at him, and ran a finger down his thin scar. He shivered slightly and shifted in his sleep. She pulled her hand away, but continued to stare.
She had never had great taste in men. First there was Walter, the geek. She 'went-out' with him when she was 12. It had ended with her kneeing him, and him having to get surgery from the damage she caused. Then there had been Greg, the jerk. Greg was too wild, and was always flirting with other girls, even though he was only 14. She dumped him by punching him in the nose and causing him to fall into the creek. Then there was Paul, the gay guy. She, of course, had no clue that he was gay until she walked in on him making out with her former boyfriend, Walter. That ended with Paul having to get the same surgery that Paul had gotten only 4 years earlier. Then there had been Alex…
But Harry was different. He was sweet, and made her laugh, and she had never seen him flirt with other girls. He wasn't gay, he was interesting, and he was usually polite, unless he was talking to Celeste or a Death Eater.
He rolled over, so he was no longer curled up, but lying flat on his back. Ivy stood up and leaned over Harry, kissing him lightly on the lips. She was most surprise when he started to kiss her back.
She pulled away suddenly and whispered, "How long have you been awake?"
"I just woke up," he said in a slightly hoarse voice. "What time is it?"
"Late," Ivy replied. Harry tried to sit up, but he was so sore that he gave up.
"Why did you kiss me?" Harry finally asked softly. "At the Great Hall, and now here?"
"Harry, I-" Harry suddenly silenced her, placing a finger on her lips. He moved his hand so it was on the back of her head and pulled her closer.
"Nevermind," Harry whispered. "I understand." Then he kissed her.
A minute or so later, when they broke for air, Harry whispered, "Won't they be worried about you back at Hogwarts?"
"Yeah… Yeah, I suppose they will," Ivy said. "I'd better go. I'll see you soon Harry."
"Very soon, hopefully," Harry said, with a sly grin on his face. Ivy returned the grin, picked up her cloak and Molecularized back to Hogwarts.
All of the Agents were still in the Great Hall, even though it had to be almost 3:30 in the morning.
"Is he going to be alright?" Asked Angelina, standing up when she saw Ivy arrive.
"They say he should make a full recovery," Ivy said, grinning. "Oh, and the doctors also said that if we hadn't brought him in at that time he might not have been so lucky." Ivy turned to look at Sarge, a smirk on her face. "What do you have to say about that Sarge?"
Sarge got a dark look on her face and said, "Fine. You were right. Happy?"
"Quite," Ivy said. She plopped down on one of the chairs, a satisfied smile on her face. "What happened after the duel?"
"Well, when Sarge came in and said that the Dark Lord had been defeated, there had been total pandemonium. All of the teachers and students were clapping and cheering, and the Minister rushed back to the Ministry to alert the Ministry Members," Max said.
"We suspect that it's going to be front page news tomorrow," Cedric added.
"All of the dorms have parties going on in them, and no one can stop them, not even the teachers! Snape took 100 points away form his own House, and they still won't stop!"
"We'd better get back to our shifts," Sphinx said. "We need to stop those parties."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Alex asked.
"The usual. Threaten them, curse them…" Everyone laughed and then went their separate ways.
~*~
About three or so days later Harry was released from the hospital. The hospital staff all gave him a round of applause before he left, and he had to sign several autographs. Sarge had stopped by to visit him, and to tell him that he had 2 weeks of sick leave. Harry still had to wear bandages around his stomach area, upper arm, his right foot, and his thigh, where he had been most seriously injured. He had a few bruises, but those were healing fast. His mother insisted that he stayed off his feet as much as possible for the next few days. She also asked that he looked after Olivia for a bit each day, while she was at work and Victoria was at school. Harry didn't mind much.
When he returned, his family gave him belated Christmas presents. The one that Olivia had talked about was a vintage broomstick. His mother said that it was over 200 years old, and his father said that it had been passed down through the Potter family, and that he had been buried with it.
Harry especially liked it when he was visited by people from the Order of the Phoenix. Will came to visit on his second day at home.
"Did Angie (Angelina) tell you that I moved my leg a few days ago. The doctors said that my legs are going to be working like normal in a few months." Harry grinned and said congratulations. There was silence for a moment before Harry said, "Have they started to tell yet?"
"No. No, not yet," Will said. "Sarge says that we're going to wait until an opportunity presents itself before we tell. She also said that there are going to be a lot of changes at the Order, such as how they recruit members and such…"
Will sighed and said, "I can't wait to see my parents again. I haven't seen them since I was 10, when I was recruited." Will got a dreamy look on his face for a moment before saying, "Well, I'd better get back to the Order. I also have some therapy at 3:00."
"See you Will."
"Bye Harry."
Will wheeled his way over to the door that was labeled Order of the Phoenix and disappeared through it.
~*~
Ron woke up on the day of the Quidditch match with butterflies in his stomach. He had a feeling of foreboding for some reason, but he didn't know why. He threw off his sheets and went in search of his Quidditch robes. He opened his trunk and pulled out his robes, and unearthed Harry's old Firebolt. Ron stared at it for a moment, and ran his hand down the smooth wood that had hardly been touched in 2 years.
God I miss him, Ron thought to himself. Then he pulled out his own broomstick and closed the lid of his trunk with a BANG! Then he threw on his robes and stormed downstairs.
Hermione was waiting for him, and she straightened his robes slightly before giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Be careful Ron," Hermione said.
"I will be Herm," Ron replied, kissing her on the cheek before giving her a hug.
"I'll be watching," Hermione said.
"I know." Ron released her from the hug and turned to the Common Room doors. "Team! Locker Rooms. Now!" The other six Quidditch players got off of the chairs and followed him out of the Common Room and through the castle. He had just opened the doors to the Great Hall, when there was a flash of green light, a rushing sound, and Ron fell to the ground.
A.N. I warned you, but did you listen, NOOOOO!!!!! You had to read the VERY end of the story, and now you're all mad at me for leaving you in suspense, blah-diddy-blah… okay, please review!!!!!! I'll try and get the next chapter out soon!!!!!!!!!
Malena