Harry Potter and the new life Chapter seven - Please read and review!
He didn't run but walked quickly because he was cold having left his jacket with George, Harry hoped the rain would hold off until he got back. About to thirds of the way home Harry remembered that they had left George's jacket at the wall Harry though he would go and fetch it on his way home and return it the next day. Walking quickly across the park Harry found her jacket and folded it carefully up when it started to rain Harry herd some familiar voices talking.
"Hay big D that last punch you through I recon it broke his jaw or nearly coz the way he was squirming and squealing like a little pig was so funny I nearly fell over with laughing." It was his cousin and his mates and they had obviously just been beating some poor lad up. Harry didn't move he was still in the shadows but was leaning now on there side of the wall to listen to what else they had done and if he could perhaps go and help the poor lad.
"Yeah and when you pulled that ace new knife out and threatened to trim his head off and he ran away home I bet he wet himself more than once." Well that was okay that the lad got away safely but if Dudley was pulling knifes on people then that certainly was a good reason to stay in the shadows. Harry acedently dropped his wallet with a clunk and bent down to pick it up lighting him up in the street lights long enough for one of his cousin's mates to see him.
"Hay look, who's that?" They all turned around and stared directly at Harry who hoped they were too stupid to see him but for some unknown reason as they got off there bikes and walked forward he too took a step forward into the light standing quiet firm and shoving his wallet back into his pocket.
"Hay big D isn't that your freaky cousin that lives with you in the holidays?" Harry laughed and walked over to his cousin who he was still just as tall as even if his cousin was more than three times his width. Harry had been dodging fights from his cousin all his life almost it wouldn't be too hard to keep his cool.
"What have you been saying about me cousin you know as far as everyone else in this world is concerned I don't exist?" Harry looked his cousin directly in the eye taking full advantage of them now been the same height.
"I'll punch you if you don't shut up Harry!" Harry grinned he wasn't going to shut up but one of the other boys laughed.
"He'll punch you anyway even if you do shut up won't you big D." And all the other lads laughed there heads off but Harry didn't show he was frightened as the rest of the boys circled around Harry who didn't take his eyes off his cousin.
"Oh will he. Well I know that my dear cousin will never hit me because he knows what's in my pocket." But this wasn't frightening Dudley or at least he wasn't going to let it show in front of his mates.
"That won't help you here there are more of us and anyway it isn't any good in your pocket not going to help you now is it."
The only trouble with this bluff is that Harry had deliberately left his wand at home because he had been out with George all day. The second trouble with this quickly proving to be a bad plan was that Dudley's friends were all muggles and so Harry would have to have a very good reason for doing magic in front of them. He was running out of cards to play and the only one left was that Dudley was too frightened of magic but that card was running very thin with the fact that his friends were moving ever so closely around Harry now urging Dudley to hit him hard and shut him up there way.
Harry was getting very nervous now but he wasn't letting it show as soon as he looked around at who had prodded him a big fat flabby fist hit Harry across the face and the other lad was right if that had been any lower it could have broken Harry's jaw. Harry didn't fall over but he did stagger a little but managed to duck and ram his cousin with his shoulder, Harry hadn't understood how strong yet fat his cousin now is. Feeling this was now getting a stupider and stupider idea Harry as was been pulverised by his cousin, but he had to last out other wise he really would be the freaky cousin and he definitely wasn't going to cry or run away even if it means getting a beating.
Harry was pushed from person to person every time he got his balance he was shoved and pushed back into the line of fire from Dudley's fists. He was trying but then saw his chance to be resourceful and throwing his how minuscule weight against his cousin Dudley grabbed Harry on the back and punch him as many times as his fat fits could in to Harry's back glad in away his cousin had taken the bait Harry pulled the six inch blade out of his cousin's pocket and finally straightened up showing it to Dudley.
Harry was hoping they may back off for a moment but they didn't one grabbed Harry on the shoulders and as Harry tried to pull him off Dudley grabbed the blade back. Realising he didn't have the blade any more but was still trying to get two lads now off his badly bruised back and as he forced himself forward he without meaning to lurched forward as they quickly let go and Harry fell toward his cousin who was holding the blade. And it hurt alot but the adrenlin was rushing so much in Harry now it took a moment for him to realise.
Harry squashed right into his cousin who didn't realize but had just stabbed Harry in the side, Harry didn't realize straight away that he had been stabbed until he saw his own blood on his cousin's hands. The pain didn't kick in right away as he staggered about abit but when it did Harry fell to the floor clutching his side. It was at this moment that Dudley's friends saw the blade covered in blood and pulled Dudley over to the bikes and they riding off as fast as there legs could pedal.
Harry felt strangely light headed and that his side would split even more open if he moved so laid still but before he could muster up enough strength he passed out cold banging his head hard on the concreat. Harry wished he had never left George's window, this was a horrible end to an amazing day.
He new what was coming now the thoughts he had covered all day were coming back as they always did when ever he got injured he heard his mother screaming and he wanted to help her he always felt after that he was silly trying to get to her, he never could but that didn't stop him from trying. Harry fought the invisible bars that seemed to be holding him back and he could here the ringing cruel laughter in his ears as he tried to get forward but then something soft but firm grabbed his hand and he thought it was his mothers so he squeezed back.
As he held tightly to what he thought was his mothers hand the sight of his father shouting for his mother to run away while he held him off got quiet and then faded into nothing. Harry thought his eyes were shut it was so dark, but before he opened them to see where he might wake up he remembered the burning pain in his side hoped when he opened his eyes he wouldn't see either of his parents dieing.
Forced his eyes open but he found he couldn't see anything clearly thinking he had to much sweat in them Harry tried to rub sleep out his eye but he couldn't someone was holding one hand and another person was sticking something sharp and painful into his arm. He looked away from the painful side and tried to work out who was holding his hand it couldn't be his mother she was only a dream. She was dead and had been most his life. Harry didn't know where he was or anything so randomly asked after giving up on trying to see anything.
"Where am I?" Harry herd a harsh woman's voice in the distance some where behind him answer.
"Good he's coming around now we can move him to get that wound stitched up." This didn't really help Harry much he didn't want to be reminded that the red stuff he could see was most likely his blood pouring out. Asking again whoever it was holding his hand Harry spoke with a gasp of breath suddenly.
"Where am I?" The hand holder leaned closer to Harry and Harry got the smell of sweet strawberries and hoped it was George and not a fruit bowl he was talking to.
"Your in an ambulance they stabbed you don't you remember at the park. Please be okay James." Harry did remember and he was pretty sure this was George he was talking to but before he could say anything something was been pushed over his face and it wasn't his glasses making his eyes water.
He struggled a bit not knowing what was happening but he suddenly felt all warm and giddy inside and laid back on the soft table he wasn't asleep but he wasn't able to tell very much about where he was or what that picking feeling was in his side every few moments that made him jump slightly. Feeling he had more energy now to speak and could control his body better he tried to sit up and then look for his glasses to be able to see. But a heavy arm held him down and a man's voice spoke to him from closer this time.
"Lay still son it will hurt a bit this but it's nearly done. So stay still or it'll take longer." Harry did as the voice and stayed still but still wished he could see.
"I can't see anything where am I." Harry laid still but felt movement at his left side where George he thought was.
"Sorry James I didn't realise you needed them so much. They got a bit chipped but are surprisingly still in one piece." She pushed his hair out of his stinging eyes and put his glasses on his face, Harry looked at her face it was tiered and scared but as soon as he looked around to see the stinging feeling.
He immediately wished that he couldn't see because he was been poked by a needle that was been poked in and out of his flesh with sergical string in to stitch up the gaping hole Harry felt was in his side. Harry quickly looked away at George so he wouldn't have to think about it but even her beautiful face couldn't stop him visualising the needle going in and out of his skin.
"I wish I couldn't see that, why do I have to be so curious sometimes." And he smiled to try and make George smile back at him, she did but only weakly she seemed ever so edgy and Harry was struggling to see why. He was struggling to see full stop and even the muscels in his face hurt.
"You're a very lucky lad you know." Harry looked over at the voice and it was a muggle police man and then he temped a look at his side to see that there was a young lady nurse sat on a low stool who was wiping blood from his side.
"Nearly done just need to bandage you up and then you can sit for a minuet while I get some more pain killers for you." Harry was lifted forward as the nurse started quickly rapping bandages around his middle and fixing them tightly Harry flinched as she pressed her hand against the main body of it covering his wound.
"Now you sit here quietly with your lady friend while I go and fetch the other nurse who can tell you what we've done to you." Harry looked over to George who was quiet upset and finally hugged Harry. Harry was very grateful for the sweet smell of her hair and the warmth of her breath on his neck but the pain was unbelievable so glad she stopped. He rubbed the little tear out of her eye, kissed her on the cheek and whispered.
"Are you okay?" She nodded and smiled but he still thought she looked to unhappy and wished she would look like what he remembered but then again he assumed that the stinging on his face that he was probably an ugly sight.
"So how is our miraculous knife injury doing?" The lady nurse had returned with what looked like the top doctor talking.
"Well it seems you've been in the wars a bit but however bad anyone though you'd be some how you've pulled through nicely in just a few hours."
"I do seem to get bashed in a lot and somehow don't come out too badly." He was trying to make George see that he was okay but she still clutched his hand frightened he might run off but with the way Harry felt it would only be from his bed to her chair.
"Yes it looked like you were used to been bashed around a bit. But we need to know some things about how you ended up like this." Harry couldn't believe it but he was actually considering lying to the police officer to stop his evil cousin Dudley from getting into trouble.
"I'm not sure, hmm I remember been in the park and been stabbed and. I had gone back for your jacket that was left on the floor earlier." He looked at George who stroked the side of his face saying.
"You silly boy you should have just left it and gone home we were going to go back there today anyway." She had tears in her eyes that Harry wiped away again.
"What else do you remember, like a face or a name?" Harry still didn't know why he was thinking about defending his cousin after all what had the Dursley's ever done for him. Harry put his hands over his face and leaned forward pulling on his fringe trying to think what he should say eventually after looking at George he started to tell the whole truth but he was going to make a condition for his telling.
"I live with my aunt and uncle at four privet drive. I was walking back there when I decided to get her jacket from the park. I found it and then when I was about to walk back over to the road and down towards my street when I herd some voices. They were joking about how they had jumped some poor lad already that evening and how he had gone running and staggering home at the sight of one of the boys pulling his knife out and threatening to shave his head off."
Harry stopped and looked at George if only he could just say he doesn't know and all this would be over and he could go back to her bed and breakfast room and lay there comfortable until he could lie there no more. He thought about what this would mean telling the police exactly what had happened. He would loose his home, Dumbledore may try and force him to go and live there because he would be safe from Voldermort but not from them that he was expected to live with where would he go and where will this end but someone interrupted his line of thought.
"What is it can't you remember because if you can't then there is very little we can do." The police officer and every body else were looking at him now.
"Oh I can remember everything it's just if I tell you then my aunt and uncle will through me out and I won't have any where else to go." The police officer looked at him but had already thought of a way for what he thought was round it.
"We can arrange for you to go somewhere safe and then for you to go and stay with some family until a proper place is made for you to live if you are can't go back home." Harry obviously hadn't made himself clear enough.
"My parents died when I was only a baby. The only reason I went to live there even though I hate it is because I have no other family to go to." If Harry knew something he wasn't saying, the policeman wouldn't stop until he got the answer.
"You must have some friends that you can go and stay with what about her family." But Harry had decided now that he had to tell them and if it meant he lived in bed and breakfast's for the rest of his life then it will just have to be.
"I'm an orphan too." George put in but this wasn't to put Harry off it was to show that she could relate to him.
"I do have friend I can go stay with but I don't really want them to know yet. I can only tell you one full name because I always try and keep out the way of his friends they've teasing and tried to bully me for years, still don't know there names mind. The lad who stabbed me is called Dudley Dursley. He's my cousin and a right fat idiot. The only reason he did it was because his friends were there egging him on to beat me in. So he did and in the middle of it he pulled his blade out and held it up to show me but two boy's behind me saw it and pushed me towards him and right into the outstretched blade. Once I had fallen to the floor they all ran off on to there bikes and the next thing I know I was waking up in and ambulance.' Harry paused and rubbed his head only to find a band aid on most of it.
"You took a nasty bump to the head there but looked like you already have a nice looking scar there." Harry looked at the doctor shocked at saying he had a nice looking scar.
"I got that the night my parents died as a constant remeinder." Harry was rude but didn't care the stranger should have been more sensitive.
"Oh i sorry didn't realise you." He went quiet and Harry felt sorry, after all he was only trying to be nice.
"Doesn't matter you didn't know.' Now turning back to the police officer. 'I want to get my things from the house before you go and say anything to my aunt and uncle because the first thing they will do is probably try and kill me and then Hedwig." He looked at the police officer who was just finishing writing this all down and then looked over to the doctor.
"Does he need any more medical attention or can we take them soon?" Harry didn't know what this meant but wasn't going to argue yet.
"Well he's all patched up now, all we can really do for him is give him some tablets to take the pain away for a bit and then suggest he gets plenty of rest. The stitches will disintegrate as the wound heals and then he should come back in a week or so to check they are healing properly." The police officer looked over to Harry now.
"We can take you to your aunt and uncle's house to get anything you want and then book you into a hotel while you get fixed up and we arrest your cousin for what he's done. Now we can go into the house with you to collect your things or we can wait around the corner if you think its safe enough for you to get them yourself then we will then come and get him." Harry thought this was a very good offer but he wanted to know for sure that George can stay with him too.
"Can she stay with me too?" He wasn't sure if she had told them her name and didn't want to land her in it.
"Yes, she can but you'll get a separate room." He was noticing how she hadn't let go of his hands but that crude thought hadn't passed his mind recently but it had now and he smiled at George and squeezed her hand.
"Okay when do we go it's just I'm kind of tired.' Harry yawned behind his hand. 'And I want to get this over with quickly." The police man nodded.
"Okay I can understand that but do want to do it your self or do you want someone to come with you into the house." Harry thought for a moment then decided if he could walk to the car then he can do it.
"If I can manage to get that far then I want to do it my self and see his face one last time. And then I never want to go back again."
"Okay then James but one last thing I need to know what your surname is?"
"It's Potter, and my names Harry." George looked at him very oddly then but Harry had to say the truth. "My name is Harry James Potter." He looked at her again but she smiled he wasn't in the bad books or anything he really is called James.
"Okay then James. I need to go and make arrangements while the doctor explains about your wound and then we will take you to the police station, for a statement and explain what's going to happen." The police man left as the lady nurse who had stitched Harry side returned with some more bandages in sealed bags.
"Okay then you saw how we rapped you up now that bandage can stay on until about this time tomorrow and then you need to change at about the same time everyday. You will probably need some help with it because it needs to stay tight across your stomach."
The doctor explained how to change the dressing how many times and that he should see a nurse in a week to check that it's healing properly. It took about quarter of an hour until they helped Harry get up and wait in the waiting room to be discharged properly. The police man returned not long afterwards and Harry and George were driven to the local station at about four in the afternoon.
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