Title: Revelations and Their Consequences

Summary: Harry faces choices he must make and some made already. Can the friendship of a small boy show him what life can offer and how precious it is?

A/N Okay, so we all know that this isn't the best fic I've ever written. And Petunia is way OOC but this fic and it's sequel have a strong moral and I like the plot. If you don't like it please keep reading my works! I am entertaining a sequel to LITA and another story so Plz review and let me know I'm loved!

 Title: Revelations and Their Consequences

Summary: Harry faces choices he must make and some made already. Can the friendship of a small boy show him what life can offer and how precious it is?

His dreams were strange and unlike anything he'd had before a mixture of warped colors and morphing figures. Things swirled around his form and voices rang in his ears.

"Harree, Harree." They seemed to say. He moved slowly and things seemed to go fast and then slow down. The world had never been this way before and he hoped they never would be again. When his subconscious tried to wake his body didn't want to corporate. His eyes were refusing to open and his body felt fused to the bed. He fought to regain consciousness and finally he managed to open his eyes.

 When he finally fully awoke his eyes were still heavy and his head ached. He opened his eyes and knew he wasn't in his bedroom. He was immediately confused but had little time to think on it. As he tried to sit up pain coursed through him. His stomach also didn't seem to be normal and he felt bile sneaking up his throat.

He looked around frantically and to his shock somebody stuck a bowl beneath his mouth with no time to spare. He retched pitiful after the small contents of his stomach had been emptied. He lay back on the pillow spent his stomach churning. His glasses were placed on his face and he saw the figure above him.

"Madame Pomfrey? Oh, God this cannot be happening! I have got to be dreaming please say I'm dreaming!" he spoke in a panicked voice that let on how groggy he still was. He knew however that he wasn't dreaming. Not after the odd dreams he had while he was asleep. She shook her head. Someone else came in. He squinted; his vision not wanting to work it was Mrs. Figg. Harry raised a shaking, thin finger pointing at the old woman.

"You! You drugged me! That tea it-"he couldn't go on his head hurt and the room seemed to be spinning. Mrs. Figg stood over his bed.

"I will not deny it Harry but you had to get here. You couldn't stay on Privet Drive you are needed here."

"I need to stay there." He whispered. "If I stay here my friends are in danger. Curiously can squibs brew potions?"

"If you don't there is no hope of stopping You-Know-Who! And yes we can. We can do most magical things except well spells." Harry wanted to reply but a moan escaped him instead. "Now I suggest you rest. I had to use a heavy potion so that you wouldn't wake up on the way here. I'm afraid potion making was never my thing precisely." Harry stared and his mouth would've fallen open if he had not been afraid of what would happen if it did.

"So you drugged me not knowing what you were doing? You could've poisoned me which you very well must've done as I feel awful."

"Oh don't overreact! You'll be fine. You need to be thanking me! You belong here now go to sleep."

"Just one more thing how do you know- I mean since when are you-"

"How am I affiliated with Dumbledore?" he nodded slightly he was about to fall asleep again. "I've always been. Dumbledore sent me to Surrey to keep an eye on you. He told me you wouldn't come back and we both knew you had to. Petunia was aware of me and she came to see me the day before I got you away. She cares about you, you know." Harry's voice became slurred again as he murmured.

"I know." He then fell into a deep slightly drugged sleep again. 

When he awoke he was more alert and quite a bit more worried. He knew he shouldn't be here. There was absolutely no way in earth or otherwise he would stay. He started to get out of bed hoping to find a way out but no sooner had his feet touched the floor that Madame Pomfrey swept by his side.

"Where do you think you are going Harry Potter?" he looked up at the nurses' stern face and from experience knew not to cross her.

"Er to the loo Madame." She glared at him and he walked meekly to the toilet and back under her gaze. When he was settled back in bed a sudden thought came to him.

"Madame where's my dog? Where are my things?"

"Relax Potter your belongings are in you dormitory and your Crup is with Mr. Weasley." He nodded. Well then there was no chance of escape. He wouldn't leave without Jimmy or his invisibility cloak. He lay back down and Madame arrived with a tray.

"You need to eat." He stared at the food but it made his stomach turn over at the sight.

"I'm not hungry Madame." She looked him over.

"I'm not saying the effects of that potion have entirely worn off Potter, even wizards can't stop side effects, but you need to at least try." She left and Harry glared at her retreating back. He ate left-handed and clumsily spilling a bit of soup on himself. His body didn't seem to mind the soup but the mound of chocolate didn't want to stay where it belonged.

Madame Pomfrey took his tray as he vomited and when he fell back on the pillows he was humiliated to see Ron and Hermione near the end of his bed. They stared at him and him at them before he uttered a cautious,

"Er, hi guys." This seemed to be a cue for Hermione who threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh Harry!" she cried. He patted her back but his body was jarred.

"Hermione. Please get off. No offense but I'm not up to much contact." She released him and he rubbed his ribs. "Thanks sorry it's just…" he couldn't bring himself to go on. Ron who had remained uncharacteristically silent spoke.  

"Blimey, Harry what happened to you?" Harry was suddenly unable to meet his friend's eyes. He instead stared at his hands, which were calloused from a summer of hard work.

"Uncle Vernon," was all he said and they as good friends understood. Ron sat down on the bed near him.

"How come you never told us? We're your friends!" Harry looked at him his eyes deep and full of pain.

"I know you are. I-I guess I was ashamed. For the longest time I thought it was my fault. As a young child I was sure I was born just for that purpose. When I came here I knew that wasn't true but then it was only for the summer and it didn't affect me here."  When he finished speaking he took his gaze back down to his hands.

"Oh Harry," Hermione breathed. "It wasn't your fault at all."

"Yeah mate. You should've told somebody Dumbledore, Professor Lupin, somebody." Harry shrugged.

"What could they have done? Dumbledore doesn't want me staying with you so what else was there?" he sat up painfully and looked at his friends in turn. "Besides anything's better than me being here."

"Don't say that!" Ron and Hermione chorused.

"It's the truth. Now if you guys don't mind I'm tired." There was a bite to his voice that both of his friends caught.

"Okay, Harry. Sleep well."

As they left Harry called after them.

"Hey Ron!"

"Yeah?"

"How's Jimmy?".

Ron grinned "He's fine. Want me to bring him by?" Harry nodded emphatically and Ron sensed the animal might be the way to get through to Harry. Harry slept off an on for the rest of the day. He picked at the dinner Madame Pomfrey brought him before sleeping again. 

The next morning he felt much better. The last side effects of the sleeping potion had worn off and the pain in his back and arm was subsiding, of course that could've been the pain potion Madame Pomfrey had administered. She sat a breakfast tray in front of him and he eyed it warily, then more favorably as he realized he was hungry. He ate ravenously and Madame stood nearby, watching him approvingly.

"Seems to me you're feeling better." He nodded his mouth to full of egg to speak. "Good. The headmaster wanted to see you as soon as you were better. I'll send for him." Harry's appetite disappeared completely before she finished her sentence. He let the fork fall from his hand and he fell back. There was no way this would be a cheerful meeting.

Dumbledore arrived quickly. Madame Pomfrey removed the tray and Dumbledore pulled up a chair near Harry's bedside. Harry turned his head unable to look at the Headmaster.

"Harry. Harry I need you to look at me," Slowly Harry turned his head. Albus Dumbledore's face was kind, almost too kind. It was nearly impossible for Harry to keep his eye on Dumbledore.  "Harry," The wizened professor said. "I need to know why you wanted to stay at the Dursley's." Harry's eyes traveled upwards to Dumbledore's spectacles.

"I thought I told you that in my letter, Headmaster."

"You did do that, Harry, but I would like to hear it from the horse's mouth so to speak."

"All right. I wanted to stay because I put my friends and innocent people in danger. Cedric died because of me, Headmaster. If I hadn't been here, Voldemort wouldn't have turned the cup into a portkey and Cedric would still be here! Sirius' death was also my fault! He went looking for me!" Harry had sat up by then and his voice was full of emotion. Dumbledore placed a gently hand on the young boy's arm.

"I will not disagree with you, but Harry you must understand if Voldemort had not had you he would have just used a different wizard, an innocent life would no doubt still have been taken and we wouldn't know as much about Voldemort's revival. Sirius knew the risks of the Order and he accepted them." Dumbledore's words were calm and they seem to penetrate the shield Harry had unconsciously put up against other's words.

          "Do you understand Harry?" Harry nodded lost in thought. "Good. We've missed you here." Dumbledore gently pushed Harry so that he would lie down. "I do believe you need rest so that you can return to your classes." Harry nodded.

          "Goodbye Headmaster."

          "See you later Harry. Get well soon." Harry nodded and slept again. When he awoke he had another visitor. Ginny Weasley stood next to his bed a wriggly bundle in her arms.

          "Ron, who is completely caught up in Transfiguration homework, asked me to give you this!"

"Jimmy!" Harry cried taking the dog in his arms. The pup licked his face until it was soaking thoroughly hiding the tears that came from Harry's deep green eyes. He looked at the girl who was still standing by the bed. She didn't look like the Ginny Weasley he had grown to know as Ron's little sister. Her red hair had turned a deep auburn and her figure had filled out. Her chocolate eyes had gotten brighter.

          "Ginny?" she nodded.

          "Hi Harry."

          "Ginny, blimey, what happened?" he was flabbergasted.

          "You sound like Ron! Nothing I've just grown up."

          "That you have! I think you're taller than I am!" she grinned.

          "That's not saying much." Harry feigned a look of pain.

          "That hurt deeply, Ginny."

She giggled. Jimmy had settled near the crook of Harry's arm glad to be back with his new master. Ginny sat in the chair Professor Dumbledore had vacated. 

          "I'm not saying being short is a bad thing. You could always pass for a house elf." With his good arm he whacked her playfully and she stuck her tongue out at him. They were both laughing and when Madame Pomfrey came to shoo Ginny out she glanced at the smile on Harry's face and turned back.

          Ginny left of her own accord an hour after she arrived taking a reluctant Jimmy with her. Harry ate his dinner without complaint and slept with a peaceful smile on his face. Ron and Hermione came the next morning during the break and were amazed at the change in him. When they told him they had come from potions he grinned slightly.

          "Malfoy and Snape pining for me yet?" Hermione burst out laughing and Ron shook his head and grinned.

          "Nah but Neville managed to melt another cauldron."

          "His grandmother seriously needs to take out stock on cauldrons."

          "No kidding! Well anyway we have to go." He nodded and watched after them wishing he could go along. He sighed and opened the book Hermione had left for him. When she and Ron had come in she had slipped it on his bedside table.

          "It's your birthday present." She had said simply expecting the same cold reception as she had gotten the day before. It was titled Hogwarts Past: the Story of a Boy at Hogwarts it was Theodore Potter and took place in 1697 to 1704. The cover promised a story of the past of Hogwarts without 'the hopeless boredom of Hogwarts: A History.' Indeed it was. The first sentence was, I always knew I would go to Hogwarts my family being descended from Gryffindor himself. I just never knew what that meant.

          Harry became engrossed in the tale that was quite familiar. Many elements of the castle were the same, such as the trick staircases and the Great Hall. One thing surprised him was, they say that the guardian of Gryffindor Tower is new this year. It is a portrait said to be done by some great artist. It is a rather large lady in a pink dress. My friend Archibald Dumbledore and I have started to call her the "Fat Lady."

          He was so intent on Theodore's first quidditch match (he was a beater) that he didn't notice Ginny come in until she plucked the book from his hands.

          "Hey what was that for?" she smiled at his indignant look.

          "I didn't want you to turn into Hermione." He laughed shaking his head. She whistled and Jimmy jumped up onto Harry's bed. He stroked his pet and smiled at Ginny.

          "Thanks for bringing him. Ron got you taking care of him?" she nodded.

          "I don't mind though. Ron's homework is harsh with N.E.W.T.'s next year." Harry groaned and put his head in his hands.

          "I won't be able to catch up! I've missed four days and if RON is that busy I'm sunk!" Ginny placed a hand on his shoulder and he didn't flinch.

          "Sure you will. I could help. Don't look at me like that! Even though I'm a fifth year I'm top of my class!" he nodded.

          "Hey Ginny?"

          "Yeah Harry?"

          "You really have grown up haven't you?"

          "Well not that you guys would've noticed if I'd done this last year." Harry blushed.

          "We really have ignored you haven't we?" she shrugged.

          "Yeah but after all I am 'Just Ron's little sister.'" He shook his head.

          "Not am was. You were just Ron's little sister, but just Ron's little sister wouldn't bother to be this kind." It was Ginny's turn to blush.

          "That's sweet Harry." He shook his head.

          "Maybe but really it's just the truth." Their eyes met and Harry had a feeling he'd never had. Their faces got close to each other but before something happened they broke away simultaneously.

          "Right well I have to do homework." Ginny stammered.

          "Yeah and Madame'll kill me if I don't rest a bit. I'm sick of resting."

          "That means your getting better. You'll join the masses soon enough." He nodded and she left Jimmy following. Harry found he couldn't sleep his thoughts filled with uncertainties about the youngest Weasley.