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Harry Potter and His Fifth Year (maybe one day this will actually have a title. . .)
Chapter Seven The Article
Harry groaned. His head was pounding. All his sores were throbbing. Harry slowly opened his bruised eyes.
"Well thank Merlin you're awake!" Madam Pomprey's voice came from the side of the bed. "You gave your friends quite a scare. We thought you went into a coma. Well, never mind that. How are you feeling?" she asked while putting on Harry's glasses.
"Fine. Can I leave now?" his tired voice said.
"No you cannot! Mr. Potter two broken wrist and broken ribs are not something someone can heal quickly, even with magic."
"When can I leave?"
"When I say so," the nurse replied while checking his injuries. "Here eat this," she said while shoving food in front of Harry. His stomach gave a lurch. Harry could still see the faces of those Muggles. Their cries of pain.
"I'm not very hungry. . ."
"A whole summer without a decent meal and you're not hungry? I think not Mr. Potter. Eat!"
As she walked away, Harry prodded the food placing a few bits in his mouth. He noticed a newspaper in a chair. He picked it up and started to read it.
A DEATH EATER ATTACK ON MUGGLES?
The second attack yesterday has yet to be confirmed by the Ministry if it was a Death Eater attack. Over 100 Muggles have been found dead. Their bodies so mangled that identification was impossible. Dark Marks filled the sky confirming all wizards that this was indeed an attack by dark wizards. Minister Fudge has told us that this has nothing to do with You-Know-Who or any of his followers. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, claims that You-Know-Who is back and young Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, saw it all. Mr. Fudge responds to Dumbledore's story by saying, "Harry Potter is mentally unstable. After the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament he comes back claiming that You-Know-Who is back. He was with the late Cedric Diggory who was 'killed' by You-Know-Who. The boy probably did it himself. He'll be the next dark lord, you'll see." Whether or not the latest attack was a Death Eater attack or a new rising of another dark lord will remain a mystery. St. Mungo's is deciding whether to take Harry Potter into their care or not to see if he is mentally unstable and if he planned any of the attacks.
Harry stared at the article in shock. "Harry are you. . . What are you reading Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomprey asked.
"Fudge thinks I killed Cedric and I'm a dark lord. Is that what everyone else thinks? Do I really belong in St. Mungo's? Am I just imagining everything?" Tears were spilling down Harry's face. He started to shake.
"Harry you did not kill Mr. Diggory nor do you belong in St. Mungo's," Madam Pomprey said sitting down next to Harry.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry mumbled visibly paling. Madam Pomprey zapped an empty pot by Harry. Harry threw up in it. Madam Pomprey started to rub his back as he continued to retch in the pot.
Suddenly, the door of the hospital opened and a large black dog walked in. This dog was too smart to be a normal dog as he closed the door behind him. This black dog is actually Sirius Black the missing fugitive falsely accused of being the spy that turned in the Potters, and also known as Harry's godfather.
"It's okay Sirius," Madam Pomprey said to the dog.
But the dog was now a human. "How is Harry?"
"Not good. He read what Fudge said about him. Didn't take it too well. Here sit with him. Harry needs some family support," the nurse replied moving aside for the fugitive. She walked away leaving them together.
Sirius sat down placing his hand on Harry. "Harry it's okay now. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore."
Harry had stopped throwing up and hugged Sirius. "I killed him Sirius. I made him take the cup with me. I took him to his death. I belong at St. Mungo's or Azkaban, Sirius," Harry sobbed into Sirius' shoulder. "And now Voldemort summons me to whatever place he's attacking and forces me to watch him kill Muggles. I saw that last attack. He hurts me in these dreams. I can't sleep anymore Sirius."
"Shh, it'll be alright Harry. I'll protect you I'll kill him with my bare hands if he comes anywhere near you" After a few minutes of silence, Harry peacefully fell asleep in his godfather's arms and for the first time in months, slept a dreamless sleep.
Copyright © 2002 - Anaticulapraecantrix
Harry Potter and His Fifth Year (maybe one day this will actually have a title. . .)
Chapter Seven The Article
Harry groaned. His head was pounding. All his sores were throbbing. Harry slowly opened his bruised eyes.
"Well thank Merlin you're awake!" Madam Pomprey's voice came from the side of the bed. "You gave your friends quite a scare. We thought you went into a coma. Well, never mind that. How are you feeling?" she asked while putting on Harry's glasses.
"Fine. Can I leave now?" his tired voice said.
"No you cannot! Mr. Potter two broken wrist and broken ribs are not something someone can heal quickly, even with magic."
"When can I leave?"
"When I say so," the nurse replied while checking his injuries. "Here eat this," she said while shoving food in front of Harry. His stomach gave a lurch. Harry could still see the faces of those Muggles. Their cries of pain.
"I'm not very hungry. . ."
"A whole summer without a decent meal and you're not hungry? I think not Mr. Potter. Eat!"
As she walked away, Harry prodded the food placing a few bits in his mouth. He noticed a newspaper in a chair. He picked it up and started to read it.
A DEATH EATER ATTACK ON MUGGLES?
The second attack yesterday has yet to be confirmed by the Ministry if it was a Death Eater attack. Over 100 Muggles have been found dead. Their bodies so mangled that identification was impossible. Dark Marks filled the sky confirming all wizards that this was indeed an attack by dark wizards. Minister Fudge has told us that this has nothing to do with You-Know-Who or any of his followers. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, claims that You-Know-Who is back and young Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, saw it all. Mr. Fudge responds to Dumbledore's story by saying, "Harry Potter is mentally unstable. After the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament he comes back claiming that You-Know-Who is back. He was with the late Cedric Diggory who was 'killed' by You-Know-Who. The boy probably did it himself. He'll be the next dark lord, you'll see." Whether or not the latest attack was a Death Eater attack or a new rising of another dark lord will remain a mystery. St. Mungo's is deciding whether to take Harry Potter into their care or not to see if he is mentally unstable and if he planned any of the attacks.
Harry stared at the article in shock. "Harry are you. . . What are you reading Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomprey asked.
"Fudge thinks I killed Cedric and I'm a dark lord. Is that what everyone else thinks? Do I really belong in St. Mungo's? Am I just imagining everything?" Tears were spilling down Harry's face. He started to shake.
"Harry you did not kill Mr. Diggory nor do you belong in St. Mungo's," Madam Pomprey said sitting down next to Harry.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry mumbled visibly paling. Madam Pomprey zapped an empty pot by Harry. Harry threw up in it. Madam Pomprey started to rub his back as he continued to retch in the pot.
Suddenly, the door of the hospital opened and a large black dog walked in. This dog was too smart to be a normal dog as he closed the door behind him. This black dog is actually Sirius Black the missing fugitive falsely accused of being the spy that turned in the Potters, and also known as Harry's godfather.
"It's okay Sirius," Madam Pomprey said to the dog.
But the dog was now a human. "How is Harry?"
"Not good. He read what Fudge said about him. Didn't take it too well. Here sit with him. Harry needs some family support," the nurse replied moving aside for the fugitive. She walked away leaving them together.
Sirius sat down placing his hand on Harry. "Harry it's okay now. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore."
Harry had stopped throwing up and hugged Sirius. "I killed him Sirius. I made him take the cup with me. I took him to his death. I belong at St. Mungo's or Azkaban, Sirius," Harry sobbed into Sirius' shoulder. "And now Voldemort summons me to whatever place he's attacking and forces me to watch him kill Muggles. I saw that last attack. He hurts me in these dreams. I can't sleep anymore Sirius."
"Shh, it'll be alright Harry. I'll protect you I'll kill him with my bare hands if he comes anywhere near you" After a few minutes of silence, Harry peacefully fell asleep in his godfather's arms and for the first time in months, slept a dreamless sleep.
Copyright © 2002 - Anaticulapraecantrix
