"Harry.."
"Don't...please..I just need..."he started, and got up,"Could you stay here..I have to go and get my things.."he said quietly,"I promise I'll be back..don't breathe a word of this to anyone.."he added, and ran from the Leaky Cauldron.
When he got back later the Pub was almost empty, and Tom was still sitting at the bar, waiting, "Tom.."Harry said, and handed him a couple of galleons,"Would you mind if I took a room for the night??"he asked, and Tom shook his head,"I don't mind at all Harry..."he said, and shook his head,"You don't have to give me money..you really shouldn't have to pay for anything anymore.."he said, and Harry looked down.
"I..you don't have to think of me as some sort of hero..I'm not one.."he said quietly, and got up, dragging his duffel up to room seven.
He put his stuff down and stared at himself in the mirror for a moment. He had contacts now..and it was easier to see the scar that was on his forehead. It was also begaining to be apparent how pale he was....no matter how muscular, always how weak he looked. He layed down on the bed, and pulled the covers up over his chin, starting to cry, nad fell asleep, the sun sinking beneath the clouds.
"Harry..do you want a cup of tea??"Tom asked outside his door, and Harry quickly snapped awake.
"Yes..I would actually...thank you..."he said, and pulled himself upwards, turning to face the window, looking out over Diagon alley, and putting his contacts on and opening the door.
"Thanks.."he said to Tom when he handed him the tea, and drank it down quickly, pulling on a sweater and going downstairs, sitting at the table and staring around him at the witches and wizards eating, and heard a farmilliar voice.
"Tom...would you mind giving me a water??"he heard Draco's voice say tiredly, and heard the strain in it.
"No problem Draco...what's bothering you??"Tom said, and Draco sat down.
"They think they found Harry...and it's bothering me..."he said, and Tom's eye's widened.
"Oh really??"he said, and pushed the water towards Draco.
"Drink up..you look awfull..."Tom said, and Harry snaked a glance at the boy who had become one of his best friends over the years. Tom was right..he looked like he was sick and hadn't eaten in days.
"Yeah..well...what do you expect??"he said, and Harry pushed his tea back at Tom.
"I'm going to Gringott's...thanks for all of your help.."Harry said, and
walked out of the store, nad down Diagon Alley, his wand in his pocket.
"I wish to make a withdrawl.."he said, and the Goblin looked at him strangely.
"And what might your name be??"
Harry showed him his scar, "If you breathe a word of this to anyone I will
personally come down here and settle the manner.."he said, handing a key
to a short goblin.
"Here you are sir..."he said, and Harry stepped out, shoving loads of his
money into a bag, and tipped the Goblin with three Galleons.
"For your silence.."he said, and the Goblin nodded, and Harry gave a weak
nod.
"Thank you.."Harry said, and when they got back to the surface he walked
back towards the Leaky Cauldron, and up the stairs into his room, sitting
on the bed and pulling out some tylenol.
"For muggle medication this really does work well.."he said to himself,
and took the pills, his headaches were getting worse.
The next morning he woke up and started walking down the street to the
Ministry, and opened the doors, going up to the front desk.
"And who do you wish to see young man?"the lady asked him.
"Arthur Weasley.."Harry said, and she showed him to Arthur's office, and
Harry entered, to see plenty of Muggle artifacts, as Arthur called them,
sitting on desks and tables around the room. Arthur was busy writing a
note, directing a quill.
"Could I possibly speak to you for a moment?"Harry asked, and Arthur looked
up, and stared at Harry in shock.
"Harry??"he asked in shock, and the quill wrote Harry's name down, and
Arthur dis-enchanted it. "No!!don't write that!!Stupid blasted thing..."he
said, and Harry smiled softly, and sat down, the pain in his eyes evident.
"Harry..how in god's name.."he said in shock.
"He cast a memory spell on me..I consider it my escape from my own hell
on earth reality..."he said, and looked at Arthur.
"Harry...I understand what you went thorough.."Arthur started, and Harry
stared at him.
"What... I'm going through..."he corrected him,"And how could you possibly
understand..have any idea at all???"he said softy, I only came because
I would think that all of ou would want to know about my well being...I'm
going back to the Muggle world..and I'm staying there..for as long as I
need to..."he said, and Arthur shook his head,"Harry you can't do that.."
"Sooner or later you'll understand why I left..."Harry said, rubbing his
scar.
"Harry could you just listen to me??"Arthur said, and Harry stared at him.
"I know..Ginny must be....well...not doing too well...and it's not that
I don't love her Mr. Weasley..it's just that when I finally get a life
with her I'll..."
"What?"Arthur said, nad Harry shook his head.
"It doesn't matter..noone's going to miss me..."he said, and turned, walking
out of the office, out into the street, and ignored the people talking
about him.