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Chapter 37
It'll be another two weeks or so before you're ready to get up." Madam Pomfrey informed Harry, leaving out the fact that there was no guarantee he would live. He'd been slipping in an out of a coma for the whole week since the second time he had woken. The last time he'd dropped off into a coma he'd given the healers a real scare, he'd nearly died, again. Harry tried to nod, but pain shot through his neck and he relaxed, even lifting his head slightly made his neck ache and exhausted him. He watched quietly as madam Pomfrey took the cast of his left wrist and asked him to bend it. He slowly moved it around until she was satisfied it was healed. As she left Harry turned to the books on the table beside him and frowned at the top one. Slowly it rose up and opened to the marked page. The bed shifted and changed until Harry was leaning back, half sitting, in a pile of pillows. The book landed in his lap and he began to read, turning the pages wandlessly. He'd spent almost every waking moment trying to figure out what the symbols on his palm meant and what powers it had. This was the third book and he sure wasn't making any progress.
He was drifting in a deep gold mist, Merlin, Godric, Emrys, Ambrosius, Nymeria, James, Lily, Drefan, Zafira. He called softly, these nine were his most powerful ancestors, over the past week he had met with all of them four times. They were trying to aid him in discovering what the symbols meant, they spoke with the dead for him and through them he could contact just about any dead witch or wizard. Nymeria, Lily, Drefan, and Zafira were not as powerful as the rest, and he shared less of their powers, therefore he wasn't named after them. Well actually…if he wanted to make his name even more complicated they had already told him they'd be only too happy should he add them to his name…but it was hard enough to remember his name as it was, never mind another four. And then there was the fact that, in the first wizarding language, a language of runes invented by Merlin, his name, Harry, could be translated into Merlin, Emrys, Godric, and Ambrosius. Therefore it was perfectly legal for him to change his name to any of those, but he liked his own. Harry's thoughts were cut short as they emerged form the mists.
"Hello Harry." Lily said as she hugged him, Harry smiled back, then he noted the looks on their faces.
"You have figured it out?" he asked with interest, they all nodded.
"Yes, amazing really, this wasn't supposed to happen, you'll have to be careful with it." Merlin warned, Harry nodded of course, with any new power you had to be careful.
"You see Harry the runes for fire, air, earth, and water, surrounding the sign of our line, with your symbol in it, means that you can give other people the power to control an element for a certain amount of time. For example you could give one of your friends the ability to control fire, for, oh a few hours? This could be very useful in battle, and you can give a power to more than one person. Be very careful with this, giving them this power will be difficult for you, it takes great will power and mental strength to force those powers to leave you and go to them. You, I don't think, can use the power of the elements, but you can give it to others." Godric finished his explanation, Harry thought then nodded.
"Thank you, I will use it with care…is there anything else I should know?"
"No, besides the fact that every living creature on this planet including Voldemort owes you their life." Emrys said with a smile. Slowly they all left, except for his parents.
"Get better soon Harry, you've still got a whole life ahead of you." Lily said softly as she faded away.
"Well fought son, well fought, we are proud of you." James said as he too vanished, Harry sighed and turned towards the door he knew would lead him back to the land of the living.
**
From the door way of the hospital wing five people watched as Harry woke slowly, his eyes slowly opened.
"Hey Tiger," he murmured to the silver and black cat that was curled up beside him. The other two animals had left after the first time he'd woken; there simply wasn't room for them in here.
Harry sighed and glanced at the breakfast tray madam Pomfrey had left beside him, it floated into the air as he sat up, grateful that his injuries had healed enough so that this no longer caused stabbing pain. At first his eleven broken ribs, punctured lung, horribly gashed up sides and torn gut muscles from where one of the elementals had attempted to rip him in half had prevented much movement. The food warmed itself with a silent healing spell form his wand, Harry's powers were still weak but he could manage all the simple ones without having to say them, though he did still need a wand most of the time.
Harry finished eating, just then two owls swooped in and dropped letters on him, followed by another eight…no nine! Harry groaned, more fan mail! He gathered the letters up, reaching out with his mind as he did to the people by the door.
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed I guess.
Ah the Potter fan club is showing yet more support for their hero. Harry nearly shot a curse at Snape for that one.
oh he's going to be really pissed off when he finds out about the other two thousand four hundred and seventy letters form his fans. This from Ron, Harry growled in a rather cat like manner, Tiger looked up approvingly.
"Ron, Hermione, professors you can stop laughing and come in." They all started, Harry grinned, the grin vanished just before he turned to them, placing the tray aside.
"More fan mail Harry? You know there's another two thousand-"
"I know Ron." Harry growled as he opened one, he looked it over and threw it out, it landed neatly in a trash can beside his bed, filled with other such letters.
"What did it say?" Albus asked, Harry could have sworn he was hiding a smile behind that beard.
"Some ditzy super-model asking me out." Hermione burst into giggles as she pulled up a chair. Harry looked over the next one, snorted in amusement, and tossed it out.
"And that one, Harry called it back and it flew over to Ron who read it out loud.
"Hey hunk,
Hope you're feelin' better, the prophet said you was nearly torn apart and might die! Like that'd ever happen! It also said you were blinded in one eye! Now that would be a tragedy! You've got such nice eyes, it'd be such a pity to lose one, I hear they're like perfect emeralds! Get better soon will ya cutie?
A fan"
By the time Ron had finished reading it in his fake voice Albus, Hermione, and Minerva were laughing out loud, even Snape was chuckling. Ron dropped the letter as he nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Harry gave them all a glare, his "perfect emerald eye" cold as an iceberg and glinting angrily. But he couldn't keep it up and began to laugh along with them as he opened the next one, and nearly choked on the orange juice.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked, Harry shook his head a little.
"Chocolate Frogs Famous Wizard Collectable Cards Inc. is making a card of me, they've got a selection of pictures here and they ant me to choose the one for my card. There's also a survey to fill out and some information they need…oh, it's going to be the rarest card ever…they're only making like a hundred in all…it's not coming out until after I leave school…they're going to have to use both the front and back to…list my achievements…maybe I should send them a return letter with a few dozen curses on it." Ron grabbed the letter and passed it around, Harry just shook his head in disgust.
"Nice Harry, when are you going to find time to read if not answer all the others?" McGonagal asked.
"It'll be ten days before I'm allowed out…now that they're sure I'll live the healers want to make sure I'm okay before they let me out."
"Your eye." This from the headmaster, Harry hesitated.
"I took the bandage off yesterday and did some work on it…it should be fine. But I'll have a large white sort of claw shaped four-inch-long scar running vertically from just a bit above the eyebrow down across my eye and down my cheek a half in or so."
(You know, like the scar on Scar from The Lion King? The one across his eye? Harry's is like that, but bigger.) "The eye itself should be okay though…I'll probably have a limp for the rest of my life though…from the mangling my left leg took. But if the healing goes perfectly I'll only really limp for seven months or so, I'll have to be careful not to strain it. My back and sides are going to be a mass of scars, and I'll have on rally bad one along the base of my throat." Harry gestured to the thick bandages around the base of his neck. "All my broken bones are healed, but I'll still tire easily for many months." Harry shook his head angrily at his own weakness, and winced as the action shook the still damaged eye and a light headache set in.
"Well see you later Harry, I'll bring your books and stuff so you can catch up." Ron and Hermione promised as they and the professor's left. Harry lay back down, even that short conversation had tired him, and laughing made his ribs ache. He slowly drifted off to Tiger's purring.
There! He's not going to die and he'll only be a little crippled. Now Delphine doesn't have an excuse to beat me with her roommate's Tuba!
Please review! This story is almost over…but not yet!
Chapter 37
It'll be another two weeks or so before you're ready to get up." Madam Pomfrey informed Harry, leaving out the fact that there was no guarantee he would live. He'd been slipping in an out of a coma for the whole week since the second time he had woken. The last time he'd dropped off into a coma he'd given the healers a real scare, he'd nearly died, again. Harry tried to nod, but pain shot through his neck and he relaxed, even lifting his head slightly made his neck ache and exhausted him. He watched quietly as madam Pomfrey took the cast of his left wrist and asked him to bend it. He slowly moved it around until she was satisfied it was healed. As she left Harry turned to the books on the table beside him and frowned at the top one. Slowly it rose up and opened to the marked page. The bed shifted and changed until Harry was leaning back, half sitting, in a pile of pillows. The book landed in his lap and he began to read, turning the pages wandlessly. He'd spent almost every waking moment trying to figure out what the symbols on his palm meant and what powers it had. This was the third book and he sure wasn't making any progress.
He was drifting in a deep gold mist, Merlin, Godric, Emrys, Ambrosius, Nymeria, James, Lily, Drefan, Zafira. He called softly, these nine were his most powerful ancestors, over the past week he had met with all of them four times. They were trying to aid him in discovering what the symbols meant, they spoke with the dead for him and through them he could contact just about any dead witch or wizard. Nymeria, Lily, Drefan, and Zafira were not as powerful as the rest, and he shared less of their powers, therefore he wasn't named after them. Well actually…if he wanted to make his name even more complicated they had already told him they'd be only too happy should he add them to his name…but it was hard enough to remember his name as it was, never mind another four. And then there was the fact that, in the first wizarding language, a language of runes invented by Merlin, his name, Harry, could be translated into Merlin, Emrys, Godric, and Ambrosius. Therefore it was perfectly legal for him to change his name to any of those, but he liked his own. Harry's thoughts were cut short as they emerged form the mists.
"Hello Harry." Lily said as she hugged him, Harry smiled back, then he noted the looks on their faces.
"You have figured it out?" he asked with interest, they all nodded.
"Yes, amazing really, this wasn't supposed to happen, you'll have to be careful with it." Merlin warned, Harry nodded of course, with any new power you had to be careful.
"You see Harry the runes for fire, air, earth, and water, surrounding the sign of our line, with your symbol in it, means that you can give other people the power to control an element for a certain amount of time. For example you could give one of your friends the ability to control fire, for, oh a few hours? This could be very useful in battle, and you can give a power to more than one person. Be very careful with this, giving them this power will be difficult for you, it takes great will power and mental strength to force those powers to leave you and go to them. You, I don't think, can use the power of the elements, but you can give it to others." Godric finished his explanation, Harry thought then nodded.
"Thank you, I will use it with care…is there anything else I should know?"
"No, besides the fact that every living creature on this planet including Voldemort owes you their life." Emrys said with a smile. Slowly they all left, except for his parents.
"Get better soon Harry, you've still got a whole life ahead of you." Lily said softly as she faded away.
"Well fought son, well fought, we are proud of you." James said as he too vanished, Harry sighed and turned towards the door he knew would lead him back to the land of the living.
**
From the door way of the hospital wing five people watched as Harry woke slowly, his eyes slowly opened.
"Hey Tiger," he murmured to the silver and black cat that was curled up beside him. The other two animals had left after the first time he'd woken; there simply wasn't room for them in here.
Harry sighed and glanced at the breakfast tray madam Pomfrey had left beside him, it floated into the air as he sat up, grateful that his injuries had healed enough so that this no longer caused stabbing pain. At first his eleven broken ribs, punctured lung, horribly gashed up sides and torn gut muscles from where one of the elementals had attempted to rip him in half had prevented much movement. The food warmed itself with a silent healing spell form his wand, Harry's powers were still weak but he could manage all the simple ones without having to say them, though he did still need a wand most of the time.
Harry finished eating, just then two owls swooped in and dropped letters on him, followed by another eight…no nine! Harry groaned, more fan mail! He gathered the letters up, reaching out with his mind as he did to the people by the door.
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed I guess.
Ah the Potter fan club is showing yet more support for their hero. Harry nearly shot a curse at Snape for that one.
oh he's going to be really pissed off when he finds out about the other two thousand four hundred and seventy letters form his fans. This from Ron, Harry growled in a rather cat like manner, Tiger looked up approvingly.
"Ron, Hermione, professors you can stop laughing and come in." They all started, Harry grinned, the grin vanished just before he turned to them, placing the tray aside.
"More fan mail Harry? You know there's another two thousand-"
"I know Ron." Harry growled as he opened one, he looked it over and threw it out, it landed neatly in a trash can beside his bed, filled with other such letters.
"What did it say?" Albus asked, Harry could have sworn he was hiding a smile behind that beard.
"Some ditzy super-model asking me out." Hermione burst into giggles as she pulled up a chair. Harry looked over the next one, snorted in amusement, and tossed it out.
"And that one, Harry called it back and it flew over to Ron who read it out loud.
"Hey hunk,
Hope you're feelin' better, the prophet said you was nearly torn apart and might die! Like that'd ever happen! It also said you were blinded in one eye! Now that would be a tragedy! You've got such nice eyes, it'd be such a pity to lose one, I hear they're like perfect emeralds! Get better soon will ya cutie?
A fan"
By the time Ron had finished reading it in his fake voice Albus, Hermione, and Minerva were laughing out loud, even Snape was chuckling. Ron dropped the letter as he nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Harry gave them all a glare, his "perfect emerald eye" cold as an iceberg and glinting angrily. But he couldn't keep it up and began to laugh along with them as he opened the next one, and nearly choked on the orange juice.
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked, Harry shook his head a little.
"Chocolate Frogs Famous Wizard Collectable Cards Inc. is making a card of me, they've got a selection of pictures here and they ant me to choose the one for my card. There's also a survey to fill out and some information they need…oh, it's going to be the rarest card ever…they're only making like a hundred in all…it's not coming out until after I leave school…they're going to have to use both the front and back to…list my achievements…maybe I should send them a return letter with a few dozen curses on it." Ron grabbed the letter and passed it around, Harry just shook his head in disgust.
"Nice Harry, when are you going to find time to read if not answer all the others?" McGonagal asked.
"It'll be ten days before I'm allowed out…now that they're sure I'll live the healers want to make sure I'm okay before they let me out."
"Your eye." This from the headmaster, Harry hesitated.
"I took the bandage off yesterday and did some work on it…it should be fine. But I'll have a large white sort of claw shaped four-inch-long scar running vertically from just a bit above the eyebrow down across my eye and down my cheek a half in or so."
(You know, like the scar on Scar from The Lion King? The one across his eye? Harry's is like that, but bigger.) "The eye itself should be okay though…I'll probably have a limp for the rest of my life though…from the mangling my left leg took. But if the healing goes perfectly I'll only really limp for seven months or so, I'll have to be careful not to strain it. My back and sides are going to be a mass of scars, and I'll have on rally bad one along the base of my throat." Harry gestured to the thick bandages around the base of his neck. "All my broken bones are healed, but I'll still tire easily for many months." Harry shook his head angrily at his own weakness, and winced as the action shook the still damaged eye and a light headache set in.
"Well see you later Harry, I'll bring your books and stuff so you can catch up." Ron and Hermione promised as they and the professor's left. Harry lay back down, even that short conversation had tired him, and laughing made his ribs ache. He slowly drifted off to Tiger's purring.
There! He's not going to die and he'll only be a little crippled. Now Delphine doesn't have an excuse to beat me with her roommate's Tuba!
Please review! This story is almost over…but not yet!