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This place couldn't be any noisier, smellier, or frightening. Dad never liked hospitals. And he had enforced this dislike upon his two sons. What is that Goddam beeping? It that me?! Elias threw open his vibrantly green eyes. He glanced around as best as he could with that dull ache in his back. He was in the same room as the night before, but it was daylight outside. The bright light burned his eyes and he promptly shut them again. This is hell with florescent lighting. "Hey, Hellion. How are doing?" Said a familiarly soft male voice. "Wonderful. They think I'll be doing backbends by this evening." Elias replied to his father's inquiry. "Seriously? I didn't realize muggle healers had made that much advancement in their technology! That's amazing." Dad replied. He then looked rather confused when Elias began to laugh as hard as his injury would allow him. "You're a ditz. I don't care what Hagrid says, you're a ditz." "Say, lookie there, it looks like that strange creature, what's her name, Cyril, sent you some flowers." Dad said with a note of honest surprise in his voice.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!?!" Elias exclaimed as he attempted to spin around and view his bedside table, only managing to maim himself for nothing. Dad chuckled. "You are a ditz. I don't care what Hagrid says, you are a ditz."
* * *
"If I had any idea-" Alex panted as he, for what must have been the tenth time, picked up the recliner which he had been seated in, had gone flying in the latest of the many abrupt stops of the Knight Bus. "-that the ride on this would be so -enthralling- I would have brought a helmet." Harry tried to hold back his laughter as he picked up his small wooden chair. Dudley guffawed stupidly from his chair, which had not upended due to the fact that his own great mass had kept it from going anywhere. Aunt Petunia, however, had chosen to stand, and was clinging with all her life to a wall sconce.
Dr. Hawck once again addressed the question of Alex's amazing recovery. "How'd your leg heal so quick?" Alex ignored her as he finally righted his chair and sat back down in it. His black eyes darted about nervously and he fidgeted with a bolt that protruded from beneath his lower lip, it was plainly obvious he'd never ridden the Knight Bus before.
"Where are we going?" Aunt Petunia whimpered from her post at the sconce.
"Hogwarts." Harry said.
"No." Alex said.
"Why not? That's the safest place to be!" Harry stated.
"Not when they could be waiting for us at the gates." Alex said. His black gaze met Harry's and Harry was distinctly reminded of Alex's father, Professor Snape.
"So where are we going, then? The Headquarters?" Harry asked irritably.
Alex returned an all too familiar sneer. "Yes we are, Potter, yes we are." Alex then turned away a stared out the window in silence, all the while still fidgeting with his piercing until they reached Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
* * *
Snape had watched his son napping for quite some time. Good lord they grow fast. And tall. Surely they got that from their mother's side. Their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather is the same way. So was their mother. Same nose, too. Same damned freckles too. He looks so different without all those nuts and bolts sticking out of his face. Lord knows if he has anymore elsewhere. How many does he have, anyway? Nine in each ear, two in his nose, one in his eyebrow, one in his tongue -he'll be upset when he realizes they took it out for surgery- one in his lip. That's, let's see. Twenty-three. Alex only has six. That obnoxious thing under his lip, two in one ear, three in the other. I hope that's all they have. Elias has that Damned tattoo I told him specifically he could not have as well. "What's that?" Elias was awake. He asked as he pointed at the heart rate monitor.
"I have no idea." Dad said. He had his muggle-style jacket wrapped tight, insecure way around himself as he looked warily around the room.
"What's that?" Elias asked as he pointed to another piece of equipment.
"I don't know."
"What about that?" he pointed at his I.V.
"I don't know."
"That?" Elias inquired, pointing at the television, knowing full well what it was, seeing as they had a rather nice one at home.
"Dammit, Elias.!" Dad growled, but his eldest son only grinned.
"Excuse me," Said a voice at the door, a nurse or something "But you have visitors, a Poppy Pomfrey? And a Nymphadora Tonks?"
"Send them on in." Snape said. A moment later Madam Pomfrey and Tonks were in the hospital room. "Yes?"
"We came by to help err. Speed up the healing process." Madame Pomfrey told Snape. Tonks was staring at the rather handsome young man sitting in the hospital bed. If it weren't for the black hair, wiry frame, and somewhat large nose, she would have never believed him to be her former professor's son. The red head they'd seen just two hours before seemed to resemble Snape a little more, maybe it was just his demeanor. Otherwise, the twins were practically identical.
"Do what now?" Elias asked, not quite seeing their intentions.
"We stopped by the house earlier and heeled Alex's leg, he's in perfect order now." Pomfrey went on. "Miss Tonks, you know the plan."
Tonks assumed the form of one of the C.N.A.'s Elias had the previous evening and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"Severus, I'll need you to carefully help me turn him over onto his back." Snape stood and walked over to the bed.
"Hey-hey, let's not." Elias said very seriously. His painkillers were starting to wear off. Snape seized Elias at his waist and Madame Pomfrey at his shoulders.
"One, two, three."
* * *
"'Ere's your stop, mates." Stan said merrily as he opened the Knight Bus's doors to let Harry and his party step off. "'Ave a nice summer, Harry! At least woss left of it anyway, eh mate?" His wide smile was quickly wiped off when Alex stumbled off the bus and fell on his face. "'Choo fall over for?"
Harry thought about and decided that the final stop had left Alex with a concussion.
Alex let out a piteous moan and Dudley only laughed harder now than when Alex had first fallen off. Harry walked over to Alex who without even looking up extended his hand. Harry took it and helped him up and the Knight Bus Made a loud BANG, causing everyone but Harry to flinch.
Harry turned around and looked up at the door to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place to see cracked open with a set familiar set of brown eyes peering out of it. Harry ran up the steps.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed as the door opened wider to reveal that it was actually one of the twins.
"Hey, Harry glad to find you're so excited to see us," Said the other twin, who stood behind the first. "You're not going to leave your friends standing in view of the whole neighborhood are you?"
"Don't mind Fred, he's been touchy lately." Said the first twin, George. "Oy! You lot! Get inside!" He shouted at the others, all of which turned and faced the house. It mildly surprised Harry that his cousin and aunt could see the house, but that Dr. Hawck seemed to be able to see it too struck Harry as odd.
"Who's there, boys? Ah! Harry, lad, how are you?" Came Mr. Weasley's voice from behind the twins.
"Fine." Harry said as he beckoned the others to follow him up the front steps and through the door. Once they were all inside and the door closed, Mrs. Black's portrait began screaming like she never had before.
"YOU FILTHY BLOOD TRAITORS!!! HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS MUGGLE FILTH INTO MY HOME!!! AND THAT SLIMY TRAITOR'S SPAWN!!! THAT HORRID DIRTY BLOODED MIXED BREED!!!" Dr. Hawck looked downright terrified, as did Aunt Petunia and Dudley. Alex merely looked slightly offended. "YOU DISGRACE YOUR GODFATHER'S HOME!!! YOU MUDBLOOD BRAT!!! She shrieked at Harry, and then proceeded to faint.
"I guess we ought to have you all over more often, eh?" George said as he rubbed his ears. "She's never been that loud before, but she definitely shut herself up. It was definitely worth it."
Harry now saw at the foot of the stairs now stood Ron and Ginny, and out of the kitchen door poked Mrs. Weasley's, Professor McGonnagall's and Kreacher's head, all inspecting the racket made by Mrs. Black.
"Well, Harry, I believe I've met your aunt and your cousin, who is, by the way, looking splendid in comparison to the last time I saw him." Mr. Weasley said as he nodded at Dudley, whose chest puffed out proudly as he eyed Ginny, who cringed. "But would you introduce us to your other two companions?"
McGonnagall's jawed dropped and she began moving as fast as her cane would allow to the group standing near the door.
"Well, this is a friend of Aunt Petunia's from work, Dr. Mariel Hawck," Harry said and nodded towards Dr. Hawck, who was extremely pale, but managed to smile weakly at Mr. Weasley.
"A doctor, you say?" Mr. Weasley said, his fascination with everything muggle taking over. "Like a healer? Tell me, how exactly are 'stitches' supposed to work, exactly? I've had them before and they didn't seem to do much-" Mr. Weasely was quickly cut off by McGonnagall's squeals of excitement as she dropped her cane and threw her arms around Alex.
"Oh, my goodness! How you've grown!" She sniffed, squeezing him in an uncomfortably tight manner. "I haven't see you since Severus first brought you home!"
This place couldn't be any noisier, smellier, or frightening. Dad never liked hospitals. And he had enforced this dislike upon his two sons. What is that Goddam beeping? It that me?! Elias threw open his vibrantly green eyes. He glanced around as best as he could with that dull ache in his back. He was in the same room as the night before, but it was daylight outside. The bright light burned his eyes and he promptly shut them again. This is hell with florescent lighting. "Hey, Hellion. How are doing?" Said a familiarly soft male voice. "Wonderful. They think I'll be doing backbends by this evening." Elias replied to his father's inquiry. "Seriously? I didn't realize muggle healers had made that much advancement in their technology! That's amazing." Dad replied. He then looked rather confused when Elias began to laugh as hard as his injury would allow him. "You're a ditz. I don't care what Hagrid says, you're a ditz." "Say, lookie there, it looks like that strange creature, what's her name, Cyril, sent you some flowers." Dad said with a note of honest surprise in his voice.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!?!" Elias exclaimed as he attempted to spin around and view his bedside table, only managing to maim himself for nothing. Dad chuckled. "You are a ditz. I don't care what Hagrid says, you are a ditz."
* * *
"If I had any idea-" Alex panted as he, for what must have been the tenth time, picked up the recliner which he had been seated in, had gone flying in the latest of the many abrupt stops of the Knight Bus. "-that the ride on this would be so -enthralling- I would have brought a helmet." Harry tried to hold back his laughter as he picked up his small wooden chair. Dudley guffawed stupidly from his chair, which had not upended due to the fact that his own great mass had kept it from going anywhere. Aunt Petunia, however, had chosen to stand, and was clinging with all her life to a wall sconce.
Dr. Hawck once again addressed the question of Alex's amazing recovery. "How'd your leg heal so quick?" Alex ignored her as he finally righted his chair and sat back down in it. His black eyes darted about nervously and he fidgeted with a bolt that protruded from beneath his lower lip, it was plainly obvious he'd never ridden the Knight Bus before.
"Where are we going?" Aunt Petunia whimpered from her post at the sconce.
"Hogwarts." Harry said.
"No." Alex said.
"Why not? That's the safest place to be!" Harry stated.
"Not when they could be waiting for us at the gates." Alex said. His black gaze met Harry's and Harry was distinctly reminded of Alex's father, Professor Snape.
"So where are we going, then? The Headquarters?" Harry asked irritably.
Alex returned an all too familiar sneer. "Yes we are, Potter, yes we are." Alex then turned away a stared out the window in silence, all the while still fidgeting with his piercing until they reached Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
* * *
Snape had watched his son napping for quite some time. Good lord they grow fast. And tall. Surely they got that from their mother's side. Their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather is the same way. So was their mother. Same nose, too. Same damned freckles too. He looks so different without all those nuts and bolts sticking out of his face. Lord knows if he has anymore elsewhere. How many does he have, anyway? Nine in each ear, two in his nose, one in his eyebrow, one in his tongue -he'll be upset when he realizes they took it out for surgery- one in his lip. That's, let's see. Twenty-three. Alex only has six. That obnoxious thing under his lip, two in one ear, three in the other. I hope that's all they have. Elias has that Damned tattoo I told him specifically he could not have as well. "What's that?" Elias was awake. He asked as he pointed at the heart rate monitor.
"I have no idea." Dad said. He had his muggle-style jacket wrapped tight, insecure way around himself as he looked warily around the room.
"What's that?" Elias asked as he pointed to another piece of equipment.
"I don't know."
"What about that?" he pointed at his I.V.
"I don't know."
"That?" Elias inquired, pointing at the television, knowing full well what it was, seeing as they had a rather nice one at home.
"Dammit, Elias.!" Dad growled, but his eldest son only grinned.
"Excuse me," Said a voice at the door, a nurse or something "But you have visitors, a Poppy Pomfrey? And a Nymphadora Tonks?"
"Send them on in." Snape said. A moment later Madam Pomfrey and Tonks were in the hospital room. "Yes?"
"We came by to help err. Speed up the healing process." Madame Pomfrey told Snape. Tonks was staring at the rather handsome young man sitting in the hospital bed. If it weren't for the black hair, wiry frame, and somewhat large nose, she would have never believed him to be her former professor's son. The red head they'd seen just two hours before seemed to resemble Snape a little more, maybe it was just his demeanor. Otherwise, the twins were practically identical.
"Do what now?" Elias asked, not quite seeing their intentions.
"We stopped by the house earlier and heeled Alex's leg, he's in perfect order now." Pomfrey went on. "Miss Tonks, you know the plan."
Tonks assumed the form of one of the C.N.A.'s Elias had the previous evening and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"Severus, I'll need you to carefully help me turn him over onto his back." Snape stood and walked over to the bed.
"Hey-hey, let's not." Elias said very seriously. His painkillers were starting to wear off. Snape seized Elias at his waist and Madame Pomfrey at his shoulders.
"One, two, three."
* * *
"'Ere's your stop, mates." Stan said merrily as he opened the Knight Bus's doors to let Harry and his party step off. "'Ave a nice summer, Harry! At least woss left of it anyway, eh mate?" His wide smile was quickly wiped off when Alex stumbled off the bus and fell on his face. "'Choo fall over for?"
Harry thought about and decided that the final stop had left Alex with a concussion.
Alex let out a piteous moan and Dudley only laughed harder now than when Alex had first fallen off. Harry walked over to Alex who without even looking up extended his hand. Harry took it and helped him up and the Knight Bus Made a loud BANG, causing everyone but Harry to flinch.
Harry turned around and looked up at the door to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place to see cracked open with a set familiar set of brown eyes peering out of it. Harry ran up the steps.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed as the door opened wider to reveal that it was actually one of the twins.
"Hey, Harry glad to find you're so excited to see us," Said the other twin, who stood behind the first. "You're not going to leave your friends standing in view of the whole neighborhood are you?"
"Don't mind Fred, he's been touchy lately." Said the first twin, George. "Oy! You lot! Get inside!" He shouted at the others, all of which turned and faced the house. It mildly surprised Harry that his cousin and aunt could see the house, but that Dr. Hawck seemed to be able to see it too struck Harry as odd.
"Who's there, boys? Ah! Harry, lad, how are you?" Came Mr. Weasley's voice from behind the twins.
"Fine." Harry said as he beckoned the others to follow him up the front steps and through the door. Once they were all inside and the door closed, Mrs. Black's portrait began screaming like she never had before.
"YOU FILTHY BLOOD TRAITORS!!! HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS MUGGLE FILTH INTO MY HOME!!! AND THAT SLIMY TRAITOR'S SPAWN!!! THAT HORRID DIRTY BLOODED MIXED BREED!!!" Dr. Hawck looked downright terrified, as did Aunt Petunia and Dudley. Alex merely looked slightly offended. "YOU DISGRACE YOUR GODFATHER'S HOME!!! YOU MUDBLOOD BRAT!!! She shrieked at Harry, and then proceeded to faint.
"I guess we ought to have you all over more often, eh?" George said as he rubbed his ears. "She's never been that loud before, but she definitely shut herself up. It was definitely worth it."
Harry now saw at the foot of the stairs now stood Ron and Ginny, and out of the kitchen door poked Mrs. Weasley's, Professor McGonnagall's and Kreacher's head, all inspecting the racket made by Mrs. Black.
"Well, Harry, I believe I've met your aunt and your cousin, who is, by the way, looking splendid in comparison to the last time I saw him." Mr. Weasley said as he nodded at Dudley, whose chest puffed out proudly as he eyed Ginny, who cringed. "But would you introduce us to your other two companions?"
McGonnagall's jawed dropped and she began moving as fast as her cane would allow to the group standing near the door.
"Well, this is a friend of Aunt Petunia's from work, Dr. Mariel Hawck," Harry said and nodded towards Dr. Hawck, who was extremely pale, but managed to smile weakly at Mr. Weasley.
"A doctor, you say?" Mr. Weasley said, his fascination with everything muggle taking over. "Like a healer? Tell me, how exactly are 'stitches' supposed to work, exactly? I've had them before and they didn't seem to do much-" Mr. Weasely was quickly cut off by McGonnagall's squeals of excitement as she dropped her cane and threw her arms around Alex.
"Oh, my goodness! How you've grown!" She sniffed, squeezing him in an uncomfortably tight manner. "I haven't see you since Severus first brought you home!"