AN: Back by popular demand… or not. *grins* right this was the result of my friend's, how shall I put this delicately, whining to get me to make a real ending. *moves towards the reader and looks around before saying quietly* She does that a lot. J/k! J/k! *says seeing her friend in the back ground with some tar and feathers*

No, actually she really wanted a sequel and sadly I couldn't say no seeing as how I wanted a sequel as well. So here for your enjoyment, and my two lovely reviews enjoyment, the second chapter, and ending, of Lonely!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter please don't sue me.

Lonely

By Wyltk

Harry's wand was at the ready in an instant as he stood quickly. His Auror training was kicking his senses into overdrive as he fired darts filled with a Sleeping Draught out of his wand. He watched as the man dodged about ten of them before finally taking shelter.

Harry immediately stopped the darts and aimed his wand towards the dark man waiting patiently for a time to attack as he hid behind a trash can. It seemed he had been getting ready to and had stealthily moved only his wand out aimed at Harry's general direction and fired.

The curse was off but still hit its general mark causing Harry to crash to the hard pavement barely restraining him self from grabbing his leg in pain. The first glance revealed that his leg was in an awkward angle obviously broken from the fall, the cloth was torn from him, and large burns were spread over it in large pink and yellow patches.

He quickly tore his eyes away from the second made evaluation and focused on the man in front of him. His vibrant green eyes freezing up in a stare anyone would recognize as trouble. His wand hand rose to point at the man yelling a disarming spell and then a stunning charm once the man's wand was safely nestled in his hands.

He waved his wand again and suddenly Auror's were flooding the area in Muggle Police men uniforms. Half of them corduroying off the area and calling in some Obliviaters, others were securing their prisoner for transport, the others were surrounding Harry carefully magicing him on a stretcher.

They were talking to him but he could barely register their faces, let alone their voices. He moaned in a haze of pain as the spells he was hit with finally worked their way into his system sending his nerve ending searing in their wake.

His hand was clutched around a Portkey and he was jerked forward along with a few Auror's. In a few short seconds they were at St. Mungo's and he was in the emergency section in seconds, as potion masters and doctor's stood over him brewing last minute antidotes and casting many spells. And slowly he closed his eyes relaxing into deep unconsciousness as the spells and potions began to take effect.

By the time the Doctor's had finished with him it was Christmas day and he was in a wheel chair for at least one month if not a bit longer. Though he was only in it to keep his leg as still as possible giving it time to heal properly. Luckily they had managed to stop the effects of all the other spells and he was actually feeling a lot better.

He had asked that Hermione not be told about what happened until right before he came home. That way she wouldn't be too worried about him when he would be just fine. He didn't want her to worry so much with the baby.

He smiled slightly as she came rushing in through the hospital doors and hugging him all the while telling him off for his stubborn refusal to let her be told. He wrapped his arms around her and patted her back softly murmuring into her ear for a few minutes until she pulled back the tears that had been falling being wiped away with a careless hand.

He smiled slowly and brought out the small stuffed stag and letting her beautiful smile echo past him as she hugged him again.

AN: There not the best but hey I like it. Have a good day ya'll!

Wyltk

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