Harry Potter and the New Life Chapter eleven
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Harry and George sat down on the bed and she started giggling at him but Harry had absolutely no idea why, this was one of those odd little things that he liked about her. That and the way she had such a cheeky grin sometimes and of course they way she kissed him softly.
"What's so funny?" He asked her but she stopped laughing stroking his hair out of his eyes as it was always in his face and he still hadn't got it cut.
"We never did go and get it cut for you. Have to do it tomorrow in London?" London Harry thought she wanted to go back to London but Harry wasn't sure if she wanted to go to the Weasley's and neither was he.
"Well I suppose it is getting ridiculously long." He pulled his fringe down and it almost reached the end of his cut nose.
"How do you manage with it like that?" Harry thought this was a silly question she always had her hair in her face and found great pleasure in moving it away.
"Your hair's long and you always play with it. But I suppose it is pretty like that and your curls always look curly." Harry figured the complement was wasted in ending it with Curly! This didn't stop him from playing with it though. She giggled again saying.
"I think you've talked yourself out of that one.' Harry didn't understand what she meant by that but laughed anyway with her.
'So how do we get to the Weasley's you were loose about where they live downstairs? Is it because they are a magic family?" Harry figured she wanted to know what was happening and he could play with her hair after.
"Yes and because I've spent ages there but I'm not quiet sure how to get there and apparently the post man wouldn't know either." She understood this but wanted to know how he got there without knowing how.
"So how do you normally get there then if you can't remember where they live?" Harry supposed it probably did sound a bit silly.
"Well one time Ron flew me there once in an enchanted flying car but you best not mention that to any one and every other time I've gone there by Floo powder." Harry didn't want to mention he wasn't very good at travelling by floo powder he always had trouble landing.
"Oh well I suppose you wouldn't know how to get to someone's house if you always use floo powder. I don't really like it always messes my hair up soot gets in all the curls. So do you want to go to London for the magic fireplace in the pub?" Soot gets in all the curls Harry thought this was slightly silly but her hair must be important to her and he wasn't going to get into an argument over it with her.
"That was sort of the idea I don't know of anywhere else we could go to use the fireplace. Thought I could get my hair cut while we were in London perhaps have a look around before we go there." Harry was thinking of prolonging the him and her time he had before it became him, her and the Weasley's time together, she seemed to have a similar idea too.
"Didn't you see a lot of London the last time you were there?" Harry felt silly saying this but he was going to anyway.
"I was too busy clothes shopping and didn't get chance." It was a bit silly when he said and she did laugh quiet a lot knocking him slightly when she hugged him. Harry flinched and although he didn't want her too she noticed.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you James." Her face was full of concern as Harry moved his hand gently around the bandage. It had hurt a lot more than he thought it would but he didn't want her to know.
"Don't worry about it. I've always had that trouble, think I'm better and forget until it comes to smack me in the face with remembrance." She wasn't convinced but didn't say much about it straight away.
"What are the Weasley's like then are they friendly?" Harry quickly thought of something to take his mind off his own pain.
"Yes they are they've all got bright red hair so you can always spot a Weasley about a mile off. Ron's a laugh he always complains about his family but he'd do anything for his little sister, right pushover with her. Mr Weasley works at the Ministry in the misuse of muggle artefacts department, he's a bit nuts about anything to do with muggle's drive's Mrs Weasley mad with his plug collection." She laughed at this and Harry could see why she was obviously well understanding about muggle's and there ways like Harry.
"He has a plug collection?" She didn't believe him but didn't think there was anything bad about Ron's family.
"Yes he really does love everything to do with muggle's but when you see him in his muggle clothes he's one of the worst dressed muggle's you've ever seen. Mrs Weasley mustn't mind too much otherwise she would have forced it out of the house years ago."
"What's she like Mrs Weasley? Is she really bossy and tidy or something?" Harry laughed of the thought of the Weasley's house been tidy like Privert drive.
"No she's not fussy about things been overly tidy there house is pretty full up of people and there belongings, but I think it's a fascinating place to be, everyone's always happy and friendly it's like the complete opposite of where my aunt and uncle lived. I love it when ever I go to stay and no matter how much Ron complains about it been a bit shabby I still think it's wonderful. Mrs Weasley can be really bossy when it comes to her son's and what they get up to but she cares a lot about then. She sort of collects lost souls and takes care of them without thinking of her own needs. She mothers everyone however old they are and she never complains about having less to make room for someone else at short notice just passes things out fairly and no one complains back." Harry remembered about how wonderful she was at cooking.
"Sounds like your home to me the place where you have most fun and feel happy." Harry then remembered how he felt on that subject at the moment.
"It isn't I don't have a home, I just borrow the Burro from Ron for a bit then give it back. Then I go to school and borrow that for a bit as a home and then I have to give it back." She stroked his hair out his face again to get him to sit up to face her.
"You'll find a home someday. Like I will find a home someday too but for now we will just have to borrow one from other people." Harry wanted to know why she didn't have anywhere to live either.
"Why do you live like this from place to place? What happened to your home?" She stopped stroking his face and stopped smiling.
"When my mother died she told me that the person who I thought was my dad wasn't. She only told me his name and that he was from an English Wizarding family. When the person who I always thought was my dad found out he was really angry and showed that he had been really horrible to mum and that was why she got so sick. He decided I wasn't part of him anymore because I wasn't his daughter I was someone else's. I never knew this and I don't think mum ever told this other man about me. He was going to through me out on the streets and abandon me but one of my uncle's persuaded him to send me off to witch school when I was eleven. 'He did but I was only aloud to come home in the summer holidays where I would stay away from him because he always looked at me as some thing mucky and foul. Well last Christmas on my birthday I was struggling on my NEWTs because it's really hard and I had taken the subjects he said I should. It was only the first year of the course and I hated it. 'When Christmas day came I didn't get a card off him all the girls in my dorm found this really funny and were horrible to me about it. So been rather good at Defence Against the Dark Art's I kind of jinxed them and was taken to see my head. She told me that I was horrible and worthless and that I should have never stayed on at school because I couldn't do the subjects I was doing. But I already knew that, when I told her why I had done it to that girl she told me that my farther as she said had died and I had inherited everything because he hadn't left a will. 'She didn't know I wasn't his daughter no-one did so I was next living relative and he was quiet a rich man he had done a lot of very good investments or something. 'I wasn't upset really about him dying because he hated me and I'm sure he would hate the fact that I had got all his money. I was sent home to the house to fill out the inheritance forms and sort things out over the Christmas holidays. I was supposed to go back to school but now he was dead no-one was forcing me too. 'I sold the house and all his possessions to his brother-in-law for quiet a lot of money and slowly travelled across the country so no-one would know where I was and came to England in June. I was travelling to Edinburgh when I met you after that you know what I've been up to Because it's you."
She smiled at this last bit but Harry was still quiet transfixed by the story and it took a moment to sink in when he finally said.
"If I find somewhere to live do you wanna stay with me?" Harry felt silly for saying this after he heard himself say it but he had meant it so didn't take it back.
"You sure about that James. Don't you think I'm a mucky Bastard like everyone else does?"
"Of course not I saw you in the shower earlier I know your clean." This wasn't what she had meant but Harry thought it was daft what she was saying. It wasn't any fault of hers that her biological dad wasn't married to her mum. Besides she looked good in the shower.
"You've been looking at me in the shower?" Harry grinned as she was playfully angry but laughing at the same time.
"I couldn't help it I was laid on the bed and you left the door open so I moved to see slightly." She didn't seem to mind and kissed Harry lying down on the bed with him.
"So tell me more about these Weasley's then you seem to like them a lot? And what's Hermione like?" She let Harry talk all about them well in to the night until she knew nearly as much about them as he did. When the clock chimed one o'clock they went to sleep and Harry quickly fell asleep in George's arms.
At about eight the following morning Harry was woken softly up by George who was already washed and dressed properly with clean bandages on the table.
"Wake up James otherwise she'll come in again thinking we're up to no good again together." Harry sat up he was really sleepy and rubbing it out of his eyes he said.
"That's not a bad idea you know I wouldn't mind if you were up to no good with me or something." She laughed but made him get up out of bed to make it behind him. Harry wondered in to the bathroom and washed before returning topless and much more awake for George to change the bandages again.
Harry didn't know how she did it, stay up late and still get up the next morning looking great and be organised with clean bandages to sort him out but then Harry had a reason for not feeling his best at the moment didn't he.
She was just tightening and securing the bandages when Miss Carpenter as promised knocked and came in glad to find George at least was dressed and Harry did have his trousers on.
"I'm glad to see clothes have been invented up here." Harry grinned remembering George's underwear she guessed why he was grinning and slapped his neck gently smiling at him. Harry stood up and started doing his shirt up while George packed the remaining bandages away.
"So are you ready to come down for breakfast he has just arrived and says you can eat with him before you leave." Harry looked up as George came over placing her bag on Harry's case and Hedwig's cage.
"It would be nice if someone bigger carried this down because James clearly can't humph it around much yet." George pointed at the case on the floor. He and George had already agreed that she would carry the case and he would carry her rucksack on his back but as soon as they get somewhere quieter she was going to shrink Hedwig's cage and put it in his case and the do a lighting spell on the case but it really should stay heavy while they weren't carrying it.
Harry had insisted in been helpful with there stuff because he had more even if it meant they would have to move at a very slow pace. Grabbing George's hand Harry led them down to breakfast but slowed considerably on the stairs.
"You still aren't up to much are you. We haven't even got down stairs and your flinching James." George whispered in Harry's ear away from the helper.
"I'll be okay I've gone futhar than this with worse injury's, got bitten by a basilisk once and had to clime out a cave with Ginny but that's another thing you best not mention in most company."
This wasn't exactly true because what he had said Harry deliberately edited it but it was basically true he had done a lot with that injury before Fawkes had kindly healed him.
"Okay but I'm still making you rest when we get to our next sleeping spot." She carried on whispering as they walked over to the table and Harry slowly sat down pretending it didn't hurt him. His cousin could have stabbed him in a more comfortable place every time he moved in the middle it pranged with a new burst of aching.
Harry felt better once he had put extra sugar in his hot chocolate the sugar rush covered his thought's better then
'oh my god I think my side is going to give way those dam stitches, why can't muggle healing be nearly half as good as magic healing.'
Harry eat his breakfast in almost silence he was wondering how it will be getting to the Burro and what about when he got there will Mrs Weasley have George in the house. He decided she wouldn't turn anyone out but will George and Ron get on and even worse Hermione and George get along.
Harry has already had to dodge one bullet there he didn't want to have to choose between the Weasley's and George because he wasn't sure which way he would go. Harry knew he cared about George a lot she had helped him in so many ways but he just didn't know weather with time how far this would go especially after he had asked George to stay with him at Gremial Place.
That was the Order's headquarters and he wasn't sure yet if he invited her in would that be enough for the spell, Harry didn't care what Dumbledore would think about Harry inviting his, he supposed, his girlfriend that he hadn't known that long into the secret world of the Order.
Harry tried not to think about this one hurdle at a time first he should think about getting to London, then getting to the Burro, then getting both of them a place in the household. Harry's head would have exploded if it wasn't for someone suddenly talking to him.
"Hugh." Harry had missed the question from the police officer.
"How are you feeling today you seem more reserved than normal if that is at all possible?" Harry didn't register this comment straight away but answered correctly all the same.
"I've had better days but I'll be fine in a bit just need some food and a bit of rest that's all." He was been eyed carefully by more than just George who was much better at concealing it.
"Are you sure your up to going it on your own, you look pale and sort of out of it this morning?" Harry pulled himself together with a lot of effort which he got the feeling he will probably need later.
"Yes I will be fine it's just taking a while for the pain killer to get working. Do you have that letter for the Weasley's you promised me?" He nodded and passed Harry a sealed envelope which Harry carefully pocketed knowing he was been watched carefully.
"Well as soon as you're finished the car is already waiting outside with a driver. Here are two train tickets to London and here are the detail's of the trail date and where you are to go. You are to telephone that number the day before so we know you are definitely coming no running away from us because we will find you and it's only yourself you will be hurting. I've also taken the liberty of putting some money in there to so you don't starve on the way down, it can be very expensive on the train."
Harry got the look from George that went along the lines of do you realise your talking to two godzillionaires. They both agreed that he didn't know and it was best to stay that way for now at least.
"Thank-you food is expensive on train's and we will get hungry, it's quiet a long way even on a fast train." George chipped in with manners too.
"Yes thank-you it's well appreciated you letting us go to London like this."
"Don't mention it. It's standard to set you up with somewhere to go before going to court who ever it is. Are you ready upstairs or do you need to pack still?" He had asked them to be ready but now he didn't seem so serious.
"Oh yes we are packed and everything but could one of you carry my case downstairs it's too heavy for me to manage down those stairs." Harry tried to say this nicely but he got the feeling the other man thought he was pulling his leg when Harry was been serious.
Harry gave him a look that showed he wasn't and a younger police officer was sent to get there things and pack them into the back of the car it was an unmarked one again probably to cover them leaving.
Harry and George were escorted into the car and the same young lad sat in the front. They were driven right up to the entrance of the station and the police officer's waited with them until the train arrived and quickly there things were brought on to the train and before Harry new it they were sat in a compartment on there own speeding south to London.
"This place is empty now should we do the spells now before any one comes might get busier and we may not get another chance. You know full well you aren't capable of much and it hurts to sit down no-matter how much you try and cover it from me."
She was good Harry thought and cared a lot to notice how often Harry flinched from very little movement.
"Okay we can do it now you get down there in the corner and do it while I stand here and tell you if anyone comes."
They moved Harry with great difficulty but no-one came and they successfully shrank the cage and hid it in the case, then made the case a tenth of it's weight in case any one picked it up it still had some weight in it.
Eventually they sat down side by side in front around the table and made it carefully so no-one could sit with them. As soon as they had finished sitting down a man walked through and sat at one end of the carriage. Harry was tired and felt weak again he had hardly slept much the previous night and would be glad to be laid on Ron's comfortable floor sleeping for a very long time.
It was partly his side with the stab wound in it making Harry troublesome but also what was floating around in Harry's mind making it so hard to cope if it wasn't for George he wouldn't be capable of anything and he would most likely be dead by now. Harry stewed over his thought's pretending to be asleep but refusing to let his mind drift into that sleeping vulnerable state.
It was a hard journey for Harry and George felt his uneasiness but she hardly spoke to him, Harry was guiltily glad of this because he needed this time to rearrange his head and bottle it for short transport the last thing he wanted was an episode of fits on the train with only George next to him.
George understood or had a very good idea that Harry was trying control himself inside his own head she had heard him muttering in his sleep but now was clearly not the time to help him face his trouble's if he could cope short term by himself.
The train was steaming through London, Harry and George arranged there stuff and waited for the train to pull into King's Cross before exiting the train steadily for Harry to keep up.
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Harry and George sat down on the bed and she started giggling at him but Harry had absolutely no idea why, this was one of those odd little things that he liked about her. That and the way she had such a cheeky grin sometimes and of course they way she kissed him softly.
"What's so funny?" He asked her but she stopped laughing stroking his hair out of his eyes as it was always in his face and he still hadn't got it cut.
"We never did go and get it cut for you. Have to do it tomorrow in London?" London Harry thought she wanted to go back to London but Harry wasn't sure if she wanted to go to the Weasley's and neither was he.
"Well I suppose it is getting ridiculously long." He pulled his fringe down and it almost reached the end of his cut nose.
"How do you manage with it like that?" Harry thought this was a silly question she always had her hair in her face and found great pleasure in moving it away.
"Your hair's long and you always play with it. But I suppose it is pretty like that and your curls always look curly." Harry figured the complement was wasted in ending it with Curly! This didn't stop him from playing with it though. She giggled again saying.
"I think you've talked yourself out of that one.' Harry didn't understand what she meant by that but laughed anyway with her.
'So how do we get to the Weasley's you were loose about where they live downstairs? Is it because they are a magic family?" Harry figured she wanted to know what was happening and he could play with her hair after.
"Yes and because I've spent ages there but I'm not quiet sure how to get there and apparently the post man wouldn't know either." She understood this but wanted to know how he got there without knowing how.
"So how do you normally get there then if you can't remember where they live?" Harry supposed it probably did sound a bit silly.
"Well one time Ron flew me there once in an enchanted flying car but you best not mention that to any one and every other time I've gone there by Floo powder." Harry didn't want to mention he wasn't very good at travelling by floo powder he always had trouble landing.
"Oh well I suppose you wouldn't know how to get to someone's house if you always use floo powder. I don't really like it always messes my hair up soot gets in all the curls. So do you want to go to London for the magic fireplace in the pub?" Soot gets in all the curls Harry thought this was slightly silly but her hair must be important to her and he wasn't going to get into an argument over it with her.
"That was sort of the idea I don't know of anywhere else we could go to use the fireplace. Thought I could get my hair cut while we were in London perhaps have a look around before we go there." Harry was thinking of prolonging the him and her time he had before it became him, her and the Weasley's time together, she seemed to have a similar idea too.
"Didn't you see a lot of London the last time you were there?" Harry felt silly saying this but he was going to anyway.
"I was too busy clothes shopping and didn't get chance." It was a bit silly when he said and she did laugh quiet a lot knocking him slightly when she hugged him. Harry flinched and although he didn't want her too she noticed.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you James." Her face was full of concern as Harry moved his hand gently around the bandage. It had hurt a lot more than he thought it would but he didn't want her to know.
"Don't worry about it. I've always had that trouble, think I'm better and forget until it comes to smack me in the face with remembrance." She wasn't convinced but didn't say much about it straight away.
"What are the Weasley's like then are they friendly?" Harry quickly thought of something to take his mind off his own pain.
"Yes they are they've all got bright red hair so you can always spot a Weasley about a mile off. Ron's a laugh he always complains about his family but he'd do anything for his little sister, right pushover with her. Mr Weasley works at the Ministry in the misuse of muggle artefacts department, he's a bit nuts about anything to do with muggle's drive's Mrs Weasley mad with his plug collection." She laughed at this and Harry could see why she was obviously well understanding about muggle's and there ways like Harry.
"He has a plug collection?" She didn't believe him but didn't think there was anything bad about Ron's family.
"Yes he really does love everything to do with muggle's but when you see him in his muggle clothes he's one of the worst dressed muggle's you've ever seen. Mrs Weasley mustn't mind too much otherwise she would have forced it out of the house years ago."
"What's she like Mrs Weasley? Is she really bossy and tidy or something?" Harry laughed of the thought of the Weasley's house been tidy like Privert drive.
"No she's not fussy about things been overly tidy there house is pretty full up of people and there belongings, but I think it's a fascinating place to be, everyone's always happy and friendly it's like the complete opposite of where my aunt and uncle lived. I love it when ever I go to stay and no matter how much Ron complains about it been a bit shabby I still think it's wonderful. Mrs Weasley can be really bossy when it comes to her son's and what they get up to but she cares a lot about then. She sort of collects lost souls and takes care of them without thinking of her own needs. She mothers everyone however old they are and she never complains about having less to make room for someone else at short notice just passes things out fairly and no one complains back." Harry remembered about how wonderful she was at cooking.
"Sounds like your home to me the place where you have most fun and feel happy." Harry then remembered how he felt on that subject at the moment.
"It isn't I don't have a home, I just borrow the Burro from Ron for a bit then give it back. Then I go to school and borrow that for a bit as a home and then I have to give it back." She stroked his hair out his face again to get him to sit up to face her.
"You'll find a home someday. Like I will find a home someday too but for now we will just have to borrow one from other people." Harry wanted to know why she didn't have anywhere to live either.
"Why do you live like this from place to place? What happened to your home?" She stopped stroking his face and stopped smiling.
"When my mother died she told me that the person who I thought was my dad wasn't. She only told me his name and that he was from an English Wizarding family. When the person who I always thought was my dad found out he was really angry and showed that he had been really horrible to mum and that was why she got so sick. He decided I wasn't part of him anymore because I wasn't his daughter I was someone else's. I never knew this and I don't think mum ever told this other man about me. He was going to through me out on the streets and abandon me but one of my uncle's persuaded him to send me off to witch school when I was eleven. 'He did but I was only aloud to come home in the summer holidays where I would stay away from him because he always looked at me as some thing mucky and foul. Well last Christmas on my birthday I was struggling on my NEWTs because it's really hard and I had taken the subjects he said I should. It was only the first year of the course and I hated it. 'When Christmas day came I didn't get a card off him all the girls in my dorm found this really funny and were horrible to me about it. So been rather good at Defence Against the Dark Art's I kind of jinxed them and was taken to see my head. She told me that I was horrible and worthless and that I should have never stayed on at school because I couldn't do the subjects I was doing. But I already knew that, when I told her why I had done it to that girl she told me that my farther as she said had died and I had inherited everything because he hadn't left a will. 'She didn't know I wasn't his daughter no-one did so I was next living relative and he was quiet a rich man he had done a lot of very good investments or something. 'I wasn't upset really about him dying because he hated me and I'm sure he would hate the fact that I had got all his money. I was sent home to the house to fill out the inheritance forms and sort things out over the Christmas holidays. I was supposed to go back to school but now he was dead no-one was forcing me too. 'I sold the house and all his possessions to his brother-in-law for quiet a lot of money and slowly travelled across the country so no-one would know where I was and came to England in June. I was travelling to Edinburgh when I met you after that you know what I've been up to Because it's you."
She smiled at this last bit but Harry was still quiet transfixed by the story and it took a moment to sink in when he finally said.
"If I find somewhere to live do you wanna stay with me?" Harry felt silly for saying this after he heard himself say it but he had meant it so didn't take it back.
"You sure about that James. Don't you think I'm a mucky Bastard like everyone else does?"
"Of course not I saw you in the shower earlier I know your clean." This wasn't what she had meant but Harry thought it was daft what she was saying. It wasn't any fault of hers that her biological dad wasn't married to her mum. Besides she looked good in the shower.
"You've been looking at me in the shower?" Harry grinned as she was playfully angry but laughing at the same time.
"I couldn't help it I was laid on the bed and you left the door open so I moved to see slightly." She didn't seem to mind and kissed Harry lying down on the bed with him.
"So tell me more about these Weasley's then you seem to like them a lot? And what's Hermione like?" She let Harry talk all about them well in to the night until she knew nearly as much about them as he did. When the clock chimed one o'clock they went to sleep and Harry quickly fell asleep in George's arms.
At about eight the following morning Harry was woken softly up by George who was already washed and dressed properly with clean bandages on the table.
"Wake up James otherwise she'll come in again thinking we're up to no good again together." Harry sat up he was really sleepy and rubbing it out of his eyes he said.
"That's not a bad idea you know I wouldn't mind if you were up to no good with me or something." She laughed but made him get up out of bed to make it behind him. Harry wondered in to the bathroom and washed before returning topless and much more awake for George to change the bandages again.
Harry didn't know how she did it, stay up late and still get up the next morning looking great and be organised with clean bandages to sort him out but then Harry had a reason for not feeling his best at the moment didn't he.
She was just tightening and securing the bandages when Miss Carpenter as promised knocked and came in glad to find George at least was dressed and Harry did have his trousers on.
"I'm glad to see clothes have been invented up here." Harry grinned remembering George's underwear she guessed why he was grinning and slapped his neck gently smiling at him. Harry stood up and started doing his shirt up while George packed the remaining bandages away.
"So are you ready to come down for breakfast he has just arrived and says you can eat with him before you leave." Harry looked up as George came over placing her bag on Harry's case and Hedwig's cage.
"It would be nice if someone bigger carried this down because James clearly can't humph it around much yet." George pointed at the case on the floor. He and George had already agreed that she would carry the case and he would carry her rucksack on his back but as soon as they get somewhere quieter she was going to shrink Hedwig's cage and put it in his case and the do a lighting spell on the case but it really should stay heavy while they weren't carrying it.
Harry had insisted in been helpful with there stuff because he had more even if it meant they would have to move at a very slow pace. Grabbing George's hand Harry led them down to breakfast but slowed considerably on the stairs.
"You still aren't up to much are you. We haven't even got down stairs and your flinching James." George whispered in Harry's ear away from the helper.
"I'll be okay I've gone futhar than this with worse injury's, got bitten by a basilisk once and had to clime out a cave with Ginny but that's another thing you best not mention in most company."
This wasn't exactly true because what he had said Harry deliberately edited it but it was basically true he had done a lot with that injury before Fawkes had kindly healed him.
"Okay but I'm still making you rest when we get to our next sleeping spot." She carried on whispering as they walked over to the table and Harry slowly sat down pretending it didn't hurt him. His cousin could have stabbed him in a more comfortable place every time he moved in the middle it pranged with a new burst of aching.
Harry felt better once he had put extra sugar in his hot chocolate the sugar rush covered his thought's better then
'oh my god I think my side is going to give way those dam stitches, why can't muggle healing be nearly half as good as magic healing.'
Harry eat his breakfast in almost silence he was wondering how it will be getting to the Burro and what about when he got there will Mrs Weasley have George in the house. He decided she wouldn't turn anyone out but will George and Ron get on and even worse Hermione and George get along.
Harry has already had to dodge one bullet there he didn't want to have to choose between the Weasley's and George because he wasn't sure which way he would go. Harry knew he cared about George a lot she had helped him in so many ways but he just didn't know weather with time how far this would go especially after he had asked George to stay with him at Gremial Place.
That was the Order's headquarters and he wasn't sure yet if he invited her in would that be enough for the spell, Harry didn't care what Dumbledore would think about Harry inviting his, he supposed, his girlfriend that he hadn't known that long into the secret world of the Order.
Harry tried not to think about this one hurdle at a time first he should think about getting to London, then getting to the Burro, then getting both of them a place in the household. Harry's head would have exploded if it wasn't for someone suddenly talking to him.
"Hugh." Harry had missed the question from the police officer.
"How are you feeling today you seem more reserved than normal if that is at all possible?" Harry didn't register this comment straight away but answered correctly all the same.
"I've had better days but I'll be fine in a bit just need some food and a bit of rest that's all." He was been eyed carefully by more than just George who was much better at concealing it.
"Are you sure your up to going it on your own, you look pale and sort of out of it this morning?" Harry pulled himself together with a lot of effort which he got the feeling he will probably need later.
"Yes I will be fine it's just taking a while for the pain killer to get working. Do you have that letter for the Weasley's you promised me?" He nodded and passed Harry a sealed envelope which Harry carefully pocketed knowing he was been watched carefully.
"Well as soon as you're finished the car is already waiting outside with a driver. Here are two train tickets to London and here are the detail's of the trail date and where you are to go. You are to telephone that number the day before so we know you are definitely coming no running away from us because we will find you and it's only yourself you will be hurting. I've also taken the liberty of putting some money in there to so you don't starve on the way down, it can be very expensive on the train."
Harry got the look from George that went along the lines of do you realise your talking to two godzillionaires. They both agreed that he didn't know and it was best to stay that way for now at least.
"Thank-you food is expensive on train's and we will get hungry, it's quiet a long way even on a fast train." George chipped in with manners too.
"Yes thank-you it's well appreciated you letting us go to London like this."
"Don't mention it. It's standard to set you up with somewhere to go before going to court who ever it is. Are you ready upstairs or do you need to pack still?" He had asked them to be ready but now he didn't seem so serious.
"Oh yes we are packed and everything but could one of you carry my case downstairs it's too heavy for me to manage down those stairs." Harry tried to say this nicely but he got the feeling the other man thought he was pulling his leg when Harry was been serious.
Harry gave him a look that showed he wasn't and a younger police officer was sent to get there things and pack them into the back of the car it was an unmarked one again probably to cover them leaving.
Harry and George were escorted into the car and the same young lad sat in the front. They were driven right up to the entrance of the station and the police officer's waited with them until the train arrived and quickly there things were brought on to the train and before Harry new it they were sat in a compartment on there own speeding south to London.
"This place is empty now should we do the spells now before any one comes might get busier and we may not get another chance. You know full well you aren't capable of much and it hurts to sit down no-matter how much you try and cover it from me."
She was good Harry thought and cared a lot to notice how often Harry flinched from very little movement.
"Okay we can do it now you get down there in the corner and do it while I stand here and tell you if anyone comes."
They moved Harry with great difficulty but no-one came and they successfully shrank the cage and hid it in the case, then made the case a tenth of it's weight in case any one picked it up it still had some weight in it.
Eventually they sat down side by side in front around the table and made it carefully so no-one could sit with them. As soon as they had finished sitting down a man walked through and sat at one end of the carriage. Harry was tired and felt weak again he had hardly slept much the previous night and would be glad to be laid on Ron's comfortable floor sleeping for a very long time.
It was partly his side with the stab wound in it making Harry troublesome but also what was floating around in Harry's mind making it so hard to cope if it wasn't for George he wouldn't be capable of anything and he would most likely be dead by now. Harry stewed over his thought's pretending to be asleep but refusing to let his mind drift into that sleeping vulnerable state.
It was a hard journey for Harry and George felt his uneasiness but she hardly spoke to him, Harry was guiltily glad of this because he needed this time to rearrange his head and bottle it for short transport the last thing he wanted was an episode of fits on the train with only George next to him.
George understood or had a very good idea that Harry was trying control himself inside his own head she had heard him muttering in his sleep but now was clearly not the time to help him face his trouble's if he could cope short term by himself.
The train was steaming through London, Harry and George arranged there stuff and waited for the train to pull into King's Cross before exiting the train steadily for Harry to keep up.
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