C An. Ok just incase you didn't see the warning there is some foul
language. If you find that offensive then don't read. I am not one to take
too much into swearing (not that I don't do it) but I just have 2
categories those words made by humans that all have some sort of meaning
that we usually take out of context, or what I like to call simply socially
inappropriate. The other category since I came to from a religious family,
the true swearing taking the lords name in vain. That is what wouldn't be
accepted in my family. I always have to wonder about that when I am around
the weekly church going people that take their religion more as a status
symbol keep saying them. Any way that's my thoughts now to the chapter.
Chapter 21- Well, There Are Good Days and Bad Days
Harry awoke feeling stiff and sore. He tried to sit up, but realized he couldn't move as both his hip area and shoulder had been immobilized. Harry also felt a heavy warmth across his stomach. He reached with his right hand and felt the long silky hair of the head laying there. For some reason he instantly knew who it as although he couldn't see through the darkness.
"Ginny." He whispered with a hoarse voice. Ginny jerked upright.
"Harry, you're awake." Ginny said excitedly.
"What happened?" Harry groaned.
"You fell off your broom. Ron said you were clutching your forehead, was it your scar?" Harry thought for a minute remembering the events.
"Um, yeah. Voldermort was very angry about something. It took me by surprise because this is the first time it hurt since..." He trailed off not wanting to think about the Department of Mysteries and the night Sirius died. Ginny understood and nodded.
"What time is it?" Harry asked still very tired and not wanting to keep his eyes open. Ginny glanced at the clock, which it said twelve thirty.
"Go to sleep." Ginny told Harry, and made him drink the rest of the potions he was to take and tucked the sheets around him. Ginny then settled back into the chair.
"Ginny?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, Harry?"
"You're not sleeping in that chair." Harry said almost forcefully.
"I need to stay in here with you in case you need something." Ginny answered hesitantly. She didn't want to have to leave.
"The chair isn't comfortable, and the bed is plenty big enough," Harry started but was interrupted by Ginny.
"I can't. I might bump you and I don't want to hurt you anymore."
"Not when you're on my right. All my injuries are on the left side." Harry said logically. He didn't want her suffering in the hard chair. That did make sense and the chair was uncomfortable.
"All right, but if you need anything wake me up." Ginny smiled going around to the other side of the bed and climbing in. Harry though very tired couldn't get a certain thought out of his head that had been plaguing him since his birthday, if not before.
"Gin." Harry whispered.
"Yes Harry?" Ginny answered in a quiet voice.
"Are you going out with Dean?"
"No Harry, I'm not."
After a moment of silence Ginny said, "Why do you ask?" Ginny wanted to know where this was leading. She waited for a minute only to hear the steady rhythm of Harry's breathing. Harry had fallen asleep with a smile on his face.
The next morning Harry awoke with the urgent need to use the bathroom. "Ummm, Ginny?" He said while poking her in the side, because of his limited movement.
"What?" Ginny said a little grumpily at being awoken.
"Sorry." Harry mumbled.
Ginny more awake felt bad for snapping. "No, I'm sorry Harry. I just wake up a little grumpy at times. I didn't mean anything." Ginny said giving Harry a little smile. "Did you need something?"
"Um, yeah." Harry said not sure how to broach the subject. "I need some help to, um," Harry trailed off with a red face. Ginny realized quickly what Harry meant. Merlin, it had been over eleven hours, he should be ready to burst she thought.
"I'll call Dobby." She grinned. As soon as she said his name there was a pop and Dobby appeared. "I will just leave the two of you then." She said as Dobby grinned and began to ask what Harry needed. Ginny left and went to her room to change. There was a pop and Dobby appeared just after she'd finished.
"Miss Ginny?"
"Yes Dobby." Ginny answered.
"Mrs. Weezy said it would be good for Harry Potter to soak in his pool to prevent stiffening in his joints. Dobby doesn't like water and Dobby doesn't know how to swim." Dobby said with a sob. He really was scared of water, but would do anything to help Harry Potter.
"Do you want me to help Harry?" Ginny asked with wide eyes. The thought of helping Harry with a bath made color rise to her cheeks, just as Ron and Hermione walked in.
"What's the matter Gin?" Ron asked when he noticed the look on her face.
"Um, Dobby needs someone to help Harry in his pool. Mum said it would help him." Ginny answered looking at the floor.
"It's just like swimming put on your suit and go help him." Ron answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"We'd come help you, but we promised your Mum we would help her this morning." Hermione said with a grin and continued. "You know muggles use swimming and hot tubs for therapy as well." Ginny felt a little better about this and told Dobby to get Harry into his swim trunks and get the tub ready.
When everyone left her room, Ginny grabbed her swimsuit and put if on. She then went to Harry's room. She knocked on the door and was told to enter. She went in to find that Dobby had him all ready.
"Hi Gin." Harry said. He blushed because she would be helping him.
Harry found that with help he was able to stand and hobble to the bathroom his leg and ribs seemed healed, just a little sore. It was just the hip and shoulder, which needed longer. The immobilizing charm Madam Pomfery placed on the two areas, which covered the left half of his pelvis and left shoulder greatly limited the use of his left arm and leg and made sitting impossible. Dobby placed a charm on Harry to lower him into the water, where Ginny was waiting to help support him.
With a snap of his fingers the water started bubbling and frothing like a jacuzzi. Harry floated around the pool, the water was so realizing and soothing he could feel his muscles relax; his mobility seemed to come back. Soon he could pretty much maneuver himself and he settled near one of the walls. Ginny stayed beside, but sat on one of the raised benches built into the side.
Dobby asked if they would be ok for about twenty minutes as he needed to get Harry's breakfast and a few things ready. They both nodded and Dobby left with a pop. Harry turned to look at Ginny. Her face was flushed due to the heat from the water. When he turned he lost his footing and slipped under the water. Ginny gasped and submerged herself in attempt to retrieve him. She placed her arm around under his right arm and pulled him up holding him close.
"Woops." Harry grinned laughing at his clumsiness, but with a blush in his cheeks.
He had his left arm at her waist and grasped the edge of the pool with the other. They caught each other's eyes for quite some time before
Harry spoke. "I've been thinking about what happened in the closet."
"Oh." Ginny could hardly get her voice to work.
"Yeah, I was a um, wondering," Harry stuttered nervously.
"What Harry?" Ginny asked.
I... a ...... Iwannadoitagain. He finally got out.
He looked at Ginny who blushed and licked her lips nervously. He swallowed and took a deep breath before leaning down towards her lips taking her lips, slightly open from shock, in a tender kiss.
She quickly overcame her shock and responded to the increasing urgency of his lips and now probing tongue. Ginny leaned into him pressing her body up to his. He moaned into her mouth at the feel of her body. He let go of the side of the pool and placed his right hand on the back of her head to help deepen the kiss, unfortunately with the pressing from Ginny they both fell back, but not breaking the kiss until the lack of oxygen was apparent.
As they broke apart Harry felt himself being lifted out of the water to see a grinning Dobby. "Is Harry Potter and his Weezy alright?" Dobby said almost in a chuckle.
"Um yeah, thanks Dobby." Harry grinned back at the elf with a face the color a tomato would be envious of.
"Miss Weezy?" Dobby asked, "Mrs. Weezy asked Dobby to tell you, she would like your help."
"Ok, thanks Dobby." She said with a red face as she got out of the pool. Dobby quickly did a drying charm on both Harry and Ginny and they helped Harry back to his room. Feeling less stiff he could almost manage himself.
Ginny was kept busy with chores assigned by her mother. A lot of the fruits and vegetables were ready from the garden. Where Ron, Hermione, and Dudley were busily picking and taking the full baskets to the house where Aunt Petunia and Ginny would wash and help prepare them for Molly, Ickus, and Winky who would preserve them with canning or freezing charms or just a charm to keep them fresh.
At lunch the tired workers were all gathered around the kitchen table eating the fruits of their labors along with sandwiches made with fresh home made bread. Halfway through the meal Albus Dumbledore arrived.
Everyone exchanged their hellos with the headmaster. "Albus, please join us for lunch." Molly said.
"Thank you Molly, but I just stopped by to speak with Harry and I brought you letters as well." He said while pulling four envelopes out of his robes. "I believe congratulations are in order Miss Weasley." Ginny took the letter he offered her. She tore the letter open and gave a squeal.
"I got perfect!" She exclaimed.
Congratulations Ginny came in a chorus from around the table and I'm so proud of you. Molly sprang from her seat and gave Ginny a tight squeeze. "You will have to let me know what you'd like for a present."
Ron and Hermione both opened their letters as well to find new perfect badges and started going over the OWL results. Hermione received top OWL results in all of her classes, which didn't surprise anyone there except Hermione herself. Ron was happy with his results of E in Charms and an A Herbology, and E inTransfigurations, a D in Divination, a P in Astronomy, a E in Defense Against the Dark Arts, an O in Care of Magical creatures, an A in History of Magic, and an O in Potions.
"Wow, that's seven OWLS, Ron good job." Hermione exclaimed. Albus excused himself from the kitchen asking Petunia to join him with speaking with Harry. They went to Harry's room to find him propped up in bed with Dobby perched beside him trying to spoon feed him.
"Dobby, I can feed myself." Harry said a little harshly pushing the spoon.
"Hello Harry." Albus greeted.
"Hi professor."
"I see you are being well taken care of since you fell." Albus chuckled, "How are you feeling?"
"Not too bad thank you." Harry smiled.
"I have your Hogwarts letter Harry." Albus said handing Harry the envelope. "You did very well, you're parents would be proud."
"Thanks." Harry replied opening the envelope and pulling out his OWL grades. The results read:
Transfiguration- O Herbology- E Astronomy- P Divination- P Charms- O Potions- O Defense Against the Dark Arts- O History of Magic- A Care of Magical Creatures- O 7 OWLS.
Harry pulled out the next letter, which was from McGonnagll.
Dear Harry:
Congradulations, you have been appointed as quidditch captain. I will meet with you to discuss try outs and training sessions. Oh, by the way, your ban has been lifted.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonnagll
"Wow, Quddich captain. He looked up at the Headmaster thoughtfully.
"I know you didn't come just to bring these." Harry looked at Dumbledore and then to his Aunt who was standing back in the corner. "What did you want to see me about?"
"Perceptive as always Harry," Dumbledore nodded. "I did want to speak to you about your scar hurting the other day. Did you get any feelings from Voldemort this time?"
"Yeah, I got that he was feeling very angry about something. Something didn't go right."
"Petunia could you come over? I need to tell you as well." Albus waved his wand and conjured a chair beside the bed while taking the one already there. He gestured for Petunia to sit.
"I think I know what that something is Harry. I got an owl from Arabella Fig shortly before you fell, letting me know that there were several death eaters on privet drive that day. I received a second and third owl later, one from Arabella, and one from the Ministry. It seems the death eaters entered the house, blasting it a part in attempt to get you Harry." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "I think you can understand why Voldermort was upset." Harry nodded.
"They didn't know the reason they could finally get through the wards was because the wards were no longer there."
"They destroyed the house?" Petunia exclaimed tears falling from her eyes, "We hadn't sold it yet."
"I think the main thing here is that you are all safe. You never know when someone can find the ability to break wards. Luckily, it seems this house has strengthened the bonds of family protection, building even greater wards.
"Why did you remove the protection from the house?" Petunia said accusingly at Dumbledore.
"I am sorry Petunia, but I did not. When you all left it was no longer home to Harry, so the wards dissolved." Dumbledore said showing pity in his eyes for the Dursley's loss. "I do want you to know that as long as you remain here, with Harry, you will be protected."
"What good is that going to do? We were counting on the money for bills and sending Dudley to school. Vernon will be so upset." Petunia whined putting her hands over her face.
"Alas, that does bring up another thing I wanted to talk to you about Petunia. There was a school I wanted to suggest for Dudley to attend." Dumbledore was interrupted by Petunia.
"What? What kind of schools would you know about?"
"A lot of our students come from non-magic back rounds, though they are usually spread out over quite a distance, but there are some non magical children who are born into magical families or 'squibs' as we would call them. I have found one school which isn't to far from here, where a lot of those children attend. Of course, it would be smaller than where he went, but I checked it out thoroughly and I believe it would be good for your son especially since he lives in a magical home now." Dumbledore gave Petunia a thoughtful glance and handed her some papers to look over.
"Professor, if the squibs come from magical families wouldn't Dudley be at risk if someone came from the home of the death eaters?" Harry asked.
"I took that into consideration and like I said I looked into the situation very thoroughly. I found that the students come from average wizarding families where as those who follow Voldermort are mainly those who are so against non magical people they are ashamed to have squibs in their families and send their children off to other countries to study or have disowned them altogether. I believe Dudley will be quiet safe attending the school. It also is listed as a very private school in the muggle world with strict guidelines for acceptance, which means it will be easy for him to transfer or attend advanced studies after he graduates."
"Still, how will we pay for it?" Petunia asked with tears still rolling down her face. Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Harry.
"I'll take care of that Aunt Petunia."
Petunia looked at the two wizards before nodding to Harry in a quick agreement. "I'll speak to Dudley to find what he would like."
When she left Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Has your scar hurt you at any other time this summer Harry?"
"No, this was the first time."
"I would like you to continue occlumency."
Harry started to interrupt, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him.
"No Harry, you will not take lessons from Professor Snape. I will be teaching you Harry, but I think it will be beneficial not to block the invasions, but for you to learn how to control it to your benefit. I'm only going this route with your promise to contact me after everything you see or feel."
"But Professor, I did try to contact you, but due to Umbridge and you being gone at the moment I couldn't." Harry rattled off in his defense.
"It's okay Harry. I've thought of that as well." He reached into his robes and pulled out a bright purple palm owl. "I have set up an address for you to use. It's bumblebee."
Harry reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out his owl. He placed in the address Dumbledore gave him. "My regular address is simply, Albus Dumbledore, but use the other for any private information. You will be able to contact the other teachers by their names except for Severus, who prefers Professor Snape or the Potions Master. Minerva also has a private one for emergencies, which is Pretty Kitty. Harry gave a small chuckle and remembered her animagus form.
"We will start your training when you return back to school. I'll let you know the times; hopefully we can get you to control it well enough so you will stop feeling as much pain in your scar and having these little accidents." Dumbledore gave Harry a wink.
Harry spent the rest of the day reading and teaching games to Dobby. After Dobby fed Harry his supper, Dobby popped out of the room to take all the dishes to the kitchen. Harry settled back into his bed and closed his eyes relaxing in the feelings of contentment. The feeling was suddenly shattered by his door banging against the wall as a huge, angry, and purple faced Uncle Vernon came into his room.
"YOU!" Vernon shouted. "You little fucking bastard." He continued towards Harry's bed pointing one of his sausage like fingers at the shocked face of Harry.
"What did I do?" Harry asked.
SMACK! Harry cringed as he saw it coming and fell sideways in bed when the back beefy hand came across the side of his face. "Don't you back talk me boy." Vernon bellowed.
"Vernon." Came a squeaky voice from the doorway. Vernon paid no heed of his wife's pleas and continued berating Harry.
"You fool, you little freak." He ranted. "I take you in and feed you and clothe you. I knew you'd be no good. You caused me a hell of a lot more trouble than you're worth. Then because of you my house gets destroyed, all because of you. You've caused me trouble for the last time boy." He said as he launched himself at Harry, placing his beefy hands around Harry's throat.
"VERNON NO!" Petunia screamed as she frantically tried to pull Vernon off of Harry. He let go of Harry with one hand and slapped Petunia so hard that she fell over the night stand and into a heap onto the floor. With a pop Dobby entered the room unbeknown to anyone there, just as a few of the other house occupants entered through the door, but before they could do anything Dobby jumped onto the foot of the bed and his squeaky voice changed into something similar to a threatening beast.
He growled fiercely. "YOU WILL NOT HURT HARRY POTTER." Then with a wave of his hand Vernon was thrown with great force across the room and with a loud thud hit the wall. Dobby leapt off the bed, but was stopped by Ickus from advancing on the unconscious Vernon.
"Dobby, NO." Ickus hollered. "Dobby knows our rules, even when protecting it is wrong. Dobby will get banished. Ickus will take care of him from here." Ickus stated with a note of both concern and anger.
Molly, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all rushed to Harry's bed where he was rubbing his throat and gasping to catch his breath. "Oh Harry." Molly said in a quivering voice. She looked at the poor boy. One side of his face was read and extremely puffy, his nose was bleeding, and one eye was already swollen shut.
"Dobby get Madam Pomphrey." Molly hollered to the elf. She sat on his bed and pulled him into her motherly embrace, rocking him gently as he quietly let the tears from years of torment fall from his eyes. In the corner, on the floor was a similar situation. Dudley sat comforting a sobbing Petunia.
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Chapter 21- Well, There Are Good Days and Bad Days
Harry awoke feeling stiff and sore. He tried to sit up, but realized he couldn't move as both his hip area and shoulder had been immobilized. Harry also felt a heavy warmth across his stomach. He reached with his right hand and felt the long silky hair of the head laying there. For some reason he instantly knew who it as although he couldn't see through the darkness.
"Ginny." He whispered with a hoarse voice. Ginny jerked upright.
"Harry, you're awake." Ginny said excitedly.
"What happened?" Harry groaned.
"You fell off your broom. Ron said you were clutching your forehead, was it your scar?" Harry thought for a minute remembering the events.
"Um, yeah. Voldermort was very angry about something. It took me by surprise because this is the first time it hurt since..." He trailed off not wanting to think about the Department of Mysteries and the night Sirius died. Ginny understood and nodded.
"What time is it?" Harry asked still very tired and not wanting to keep his eyes open. Ginny glanced at the clock, which it said twelve thirty.
"Go to sleep." Ginny told Harry, and made him drink the rest of the potions he was to take and tucked the sheets around him. Ginny then settled back into the chair.
"Ginny?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, Harry?"
"You're not sleeping in that chair." Harry said almost forcefully.
"I need to stay in here with you in case you need something." Ginny answered hesitantly. She didn't want to have to leave.
"The chair isn't comfortable, and the bed is plenty big enough," Harry started but was interrupted by Ginny.
"I can't. I might bump you and I don't want to hurt you anymore."
"Not when you're on my right. All my injuries are on the left side." Harry said logically. He didn't want her suffering in the hard chair. That did make sense and the chair was uncomfortable.
"All right, but if you need anything wake me up." Ginny smiled going around to the other side of the bed and climbing in. Harry though very tired couldn't get a certain thought out of his head that had been plaguing him since his birthday, if not before.
"Gin." Harry whispered.
"Yes Harry?" Ginny answered in a quiet voice.
"Are you going out with Dean?"
"No Harry, I'm not."
After a moment of silence Ginny said, "Why do you ask?" Ginny wanted to know where this was leading. She waited for a minute only to hear the steady rhythm of Harry's breathing. Harry had fallen asleep with a smile on his face.
The next morning Harry awoke with the urgent need to use the bathroom. "Ummm, Ginny?" He said while poking her in the side, because of his limited movement.
"What?" Ginny said a little grumpily at being awoken.
"Sorry." Harry mumbled.
Ginny more awake felt bad for snapping. "No, I'm sorry Harry. I just wake up a little grumpy at times. I didn't mean anything." Ginny said giving Harry a little smile. "Did you need something?"
"Um, yeah." Harry said not sure how to broach the subject. "I need some help to, um," Harry trailed off with a red face. Ginny realized quickly what Harry meant. Merlin, it had been over eleven hours, he should be ready to burst she thought.
"I'll call Dobby." She grinned. As soon as she said his name there was a pop and Dobby appeared. "I will just leave the two of you then." She said as Dobby grinned and began to ask what Harry needed. Ginny left and went to her room to change. There was a pop and Dobby appeared just after she'd finished.
"Miss Ginny?"
"Yes Dobby." Ginny answered.
"Mrs. Weezy said it would be good for Harry Potter to soak in his pool to prevent stiffening in his joints. Dobby doesn't like water and Dobby doesn't know how to swim." Dobby said with a sob. He really was scared of water, but would do anything to help Harry Potter.
"Do you want me to help Harry?" Ginny asked with wide eyes. The thought of helping Harry with a bath made color rise to her cheeks, just as Ron and Hermione walked in.
"What's the matter Gin?" Ron asked when he noticed the look on her face.
"Um, Dobby needs someone to help Harry in his pool. Mum said it would help him." Ginny answered looking at the floor.
"It's just like swimming put on your suit and go help him." Ron answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"We'd come help you, but we promised your Mum we would help her this morning." Hermione said with a grin and continued. "You know muggles use swimming and hot tubs for therapy as well." Ginny felt a little better about this and told Dobby to get Harry into his swim trunks and get the tub ready.
When everyone left her room, Ginny grabbed her swimsuit and put if on. She then went to Harry's room. She knocked on the door and was told to enter. She went in to find that Dobby had him all ready.
"Hi Gin." Harry said. He blushed because she would be helping him.
Harry found that with help he was able to stand and hobble to the bathroom his leg and ribs seemed healed, just a little sore. It was just the hip and shoulder, which needed longer. The immobilizing charm Madam Pomfery placed on the two areas, which covered the left half of his pelvis and left shoulder greatly limited the use of his left arm and leg and made sitting impossible. Dobby placed a charm on Harry to lower him into the water, where Ginny was waiting to help support him.
With a snap of his fingers the water started bubbling and frothing like a jacuzzi. Harry floated around the pool, the water was so realizing and soothing he could feel his muscles relax; his mobility seemed to come back. Soon he could pretty much maneuver himself and he settled near one of the walls. Ginny stayed beside, but sat on one of the raised benches built into the side.
Dobby asked if they would be ok for about twenty minutes as he needed to get Harry's breakfast and a few things ready. They both nodded and Dobby left with a pop. Harry turned to look at Ginny. Her face was flushed due to the heat from the water. When he turned he lost his footing and slipped under the water. Ginny gasped and submerged herself in attempt to retrieve him. She placed her arm around under his right arm and pulled him up holding him close.
"Woops." Harry grinned laughing at his clumsiness, but with a blush in his cheeks.
He had his left arm at her waist and grasped the edge of the pool with the other. They caught each other's eyes for quite some time before
Harry spoke. "I've been thinking about what happened in the closet."
"Oh." Ginny could hardly get her voice to work.
"Yeah, I was a um, wondering," Harry stuttered nervously.
"What Harry?" Ginny asked.
I... a ...... Iwannadoitagain. He finally got out.
He looked at Ginny who blushed and licked her lips nervously. He swallowed and took a deep breath before leaning down towards her lips taking her lips, slightly open from shock, in a tender kiss.
She quickly overcame her shock and responded to the increasing urgency of his lips and now probing tongue. Ginny leaned into him pressing her body up to his. He moaned into her mouth at the feel of her body. He let go of the side of the pool and placed his right hand on the back of her head to help deepen the kiss, unfortunately with the pressing from Ginny they both fell back, but not breaking the kiss until the lack of oxygen was apparent.
As they broke apart Harry felt himself being lifted out of the water to see a grinning Dobby. "Is Harry Potter and his Weezy alright?" Dobby said almost in a chuckle.
"Um yeah, thanks Dobby." Harry grinned back at the elf with a face the color a tomato would be envious of.
"Miss Weezy?" Dobby asked, "Mrs. Weezy asked Dobby to tell you, she would like your help."
"Ok, thanks Dobby." She said with a red face as she got out of the pool. Dobby quickly did a drying charm on both Harry and Ginny and they helped Harry back to his room. Feeling less stiff he could almost manage himself.
Ginny was kept busy with chores assigned by her mother. A lot of the fruits and vegetables were ready from the garden. Where Ron, Hermione, and Dudley were busily picking and taking the full baskets to the house where Aunt Petunia and Ginny would wash and help prepare them for Molly, Ickus, and Winky who would preserve them with canning or freezing charms or just a charm to keep them fresh.
At lunch the tired workers were all gathered around the kitchen table eating the fruits of their labors along with sandwiches made with fresh home made bread. Halfway through the meal Albus Dumbledore arrived.
Everyone exchanged their hellos with the headmaster. "Albus, please join us for lunch." Molly said.
"Thank you Molly, but I just stopped by to speak with Harry and I brought you letters as well." He said while pulling four envelopes out of his robes. "I believe congratulations are in order Miss Weasley." Ginny took the letter he offered her. She tore the letter open and gave a squeal.
"I got perfect!" She exclaimed.
Congratulations Ginny came in a chorus from around the table and I'm so proud of you. Molly sprang from her seat and gave Ginny a tight squeeze. "You will have to let me know what you'd like for a present."
Ron and Hermione both opened their letters as well to find new perfect badges and started going over the OWL results. Hermione received top OWL results in all of her classes, which didn't surprise anyone there except Hermione herself. Ron was happy with his results of E in Charms and an A Herbology, and E inTransfigurations, a D in Divination, a P in Astronomy, a E in Defense Against the Dark Arts, an O in Care of Magical creatures, an A in History of Magic, and an O in Potions.
"Wow, that's seven OWLS, Ron good job." Hermione exclaimed. Albus excused himself from the kitchen asking Petunia to join him with speaking with Harry. They went to Harry's room to find him propped up in bed with Dobby perched beside him trying to spoon feed him.
"Dobby, I can feed myself." Harry said a little harshly pushing the spoon.
"Hello Harry." Albus greeted.
"Hi professor."
"I see you are being well taken care of since you fell." Albus chuckled, "How are you feeling?"
"Not too bad thank you." Harry smiled.
"I have your Hogwarts letter Harry." Albus said handing Harry the envelope. "You did very well, you're parents would be proud."
"Thanks." Harry replied opening the envelope and pulling out his OWL grades. The results read:
Transfiguration- O Herbology- E Astronomy- P Divination- P Charms- O Potions- O Defense Against the Dark Arts- O History of Magic- A Care of Magical Creatures- O 7 OWLS.
Harry pulled out the next letter, which was from McGonnagll.
Dear Harry:
Congradulations, you have been appointed as quidditch captain. I will meet with you to discuss try outs and training sessions. Oh, by the way, your ban has been lifted.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonnagll
"Wow, Quddich captain. He looked up at the Headmaster thoughtfully.
"I know you didn't come just to bring these." Harry looked at Dumbledore and then to his Aunt who was standing back in the corner. "What did you want to see me about?"
"Perceptive as always Harry," Dumbledore nodded. "I did want to speak to you about your scar hurting the other day. Did you get any feelings from Voldemort this time?"
"Yeah, I got that he was feeling very angry about something. Something didn't go right."
"Petunia could you come over? I need to tell you as well." Albus waved his wand and conjured a chair beside the bed while taking the one already there. He gestured for Petunia to sit.
"I think I know what that something is Harry. I got an owl from Arabella Fig shortly before you fell, letting me know that there were several death eaters on privet drive that day. I received a second and third owl later, one from Arabella, and one from the Ministry. It seems the death eaters entered the house, blasting it a part in attempt to get you Harry." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "I think you can understand why Voldermort was upset." Harry nodded.
"They didn't know the reason they could finally get through the wards was because the wards were no longer there."
"They destroyed the house?" Petunia exclaimed tears falling from her eyes, "We hadn't sold it yet."
"I think the main thing here is that you are all safe. You never know when someone can find the ability to break wards. Luckily, it seems this house has strengthened the bonds of family protection, building even greater wards.
"Why did you remove the protection from the house?" Petunia said accusingly at Dumbledore.
"I am sorry Petunia, but I did not. When you all left it was no longer home to Harry, so the wards dissolved." Dumbledore said showing pity in his eyes for the Dursley's loss. "I do want you to know that as long as you remain here, with Harry, you will be protected."
"What good is that going to do? We were counting on the money for bills and sending Dudley to school. Vernon will be so upset." Petunia whined putting her hands over her face.
"Alas, that does bring up another thing I wanted to talk to you about Petunia. There was a school I wanted to suggest for Dudley to attend." Dumbledore was interrupted by Petunia.
"What? What kind of schools would you know about?"
"A lot of our students come from non-magic back rounds, though they are usually spread out over quite a distance, but there are some non magical children who are born into magical families or 'squibs' as we would call them. I have found one school which isn't to far from here, where a lot of those children attend. Of course, it would be smaller than where he went, but I checked it out thoroughly and I believe it would be good for your son especially since he lives in a magical home now." Dumbledore gave Petunia a thoughtful glance and handed her some papers to look over.
"Professor, if the squibs come from magical families wouldn't Dudley be at risk if someone came from the home of the death eaters?" Harry asked.
"I took that into consideration and like I said I looked into the situation very thoroughly. I found that the students come from average wizarding families where as those who follow Voldermort are mainly those who are so against non magical people they are ashamed to have squibs in their families and send their children off to other countries to study or have disowned them altogether. I believe Dudley will be quiet safe attending the school. It also is listed as a very private school in the muggle world with strict guidelines for acceptance, which means it will be easy for him to transfer or attend advanced studies after he graduates."
"Still, how will we pay for it?" Petunia asked with tears still rolling down her face. Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Harry.
"I'll take care of that Aunt Petunia."
Petunia looked at the two wizards before nodding to Harry in a quick agreement. "I'll speak to Dudley to find what he would like."
When she left Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Has your scar hurt you at any other time this summer Harry?"
"No, this was the first time."
"I would like you to continue occlumency."
Harry started to interrupt, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him.
"No Harry, you will not take lessons from Professor Snape. I will be teaching you Harry, but I think it will be beneficial not to block the invasions, but for you to learn how to control it to your benefit. I'm only going this route with your promise to contact me after everything you see or feel."
"But Professor, I did try to contact you, but due to Umbridge and you being gone at the moment I couldn't." Harry rattled off in his defense.
"It's okay Harry. I've thought of that as well." He reached into his robes and pulled out a bright purple palm owl. "I have set up an address for you to use. It's bumblebee."
Harry reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out his owl. He placed in the address Dumbledore gave him. "My regular address is simply, Albus Dumbledore, but use the other for any private information. You will be able to contact the other teachers by their names except for Severus, who prefers Professor Snape or the Potions Master. Minerva also has a private one for emergencies, which is Pretty Kitty. Harry gave a small chuckle and remembered her animagus form.
"We will start your training when you return back to school. I'll let you know the times; hopefully we can get you to control it well enough so you will stop feeling as much pain in your scar and having these little accidents." Dumbledore gave Harry a wink.
Harry spent the rest of the day reading and teaching games to Dobby. After Dobby fed Harry his supper, Dobby popped out of the room to take all the dishes to the kitchen. Harry settled back into his bed and closed his eyes relaxing in the feelings of contentment. The feeling was suddenly shattered by his door banging against the wall as a huge, angry, and purple faced Uncle Vernon came into his room.
"YOU!" Vernon shouted. "You little fucking bastard." He continued towards Harry's bed pointing one of his sausage like fingers at the shocked face of Harry.
"What did I do?" Harry asked.
SMACK! Harry cringed as he saw it coming and fell sideways in bed when the back beefy hand came across the side of his face. "Don't you back talk me boy." Vernon bellowed.
"Vernon." Came a squeaky voice from the doorway. Vernon paid no heed of his wife's pleas and continued berating Harry.
"You fool, you little freak." He ranted. "I take you in and feed you and clothe you. I knew you'd be no good. You caused me a hell of a lot more trouble than you're worth. Then because of you my house gets destroyed, all because of you. You've caused me trouble for the last time boy." He said as he launched himself at Harry, placing his beefy hands around Harry's throat.
"VERNON NO!" Petunia screamed as she frantically tried to pull Vernon off of Harry. He let go of Harry with one hand and slapped Petunia so hard that she fell over the night stand and into a heap onto the floor. With a pop Dobby entered the room unbeknown to anyone there, just as a few of the other house occupants entered through the door, but before they could do anything Dobby jumped onto the foot of the bed and his squeaky voice changed into something similar to a threatening beast.
He growled fiercely. "YOU WILL NOT HURT HARRY POTTER." Then with a wave of his hand Vernon was thrown with great force across the room and with a loud thud hit the wall. Dobby leapt off the bed, but was stopped by Ickus from advancing on the unconscious Vernon.
"Dobby, NO." Ickus hollered. "Dobby knows our rules, even when protecting it is wrong. Dobby will get banished. Ickus will take care of him from here." Ickus stated with a note of both concern and anger.
Molly, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all rushed to Harry's bed where he was rubbing his throat and gasping to catch his breath. "Oh Harry." Molly said in a quivering voice. She looked at the poor boy. One side of his face was read and extremely puffy, his nose was bleeding, and one eye was already swollen shut.
"Dobby get Madam Pomphrey." Molly hollered to the elf. She sat on his bed and pulled him into her motherly embrace, rocking him gently as he quietly let the tears from years of torment fall from his eyes. In the corner, on the floor was a similar situation. Dudley sat comforting a sobbing Petunia.
An: Well now tell me what you think. At this time I am not done with 22 so cant say when it will be out hopefully inspiration will come. So pleas I ask you, give me your thoughts, ideas, or inspiring words. Oh I hope I got the O.W.L.s right. Thanks for the reviews.
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