Through the Darkness

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Chapter 3

A black fog surrounded me, but through the darkness I could hear something. Through my grogginess I tried to process what it was, and it finally came to me what I was hearing.

Voices. I could hear voices.

"Will he be all right, Doctor? He looks so…beaten and thin."

"I believe he will be fine Mrs. Weasly. Although, I must say there isn't much we can do right now. Most of these injuries are magic based. The person who did this used strong hexes and curses. He is also is suffering from malnutrition. Most likely influenced by whoever caused these injuries. We do have one solid thing we are sure on; he's been suffering for a long time that's for sure. This must be the worst case of child abuse I have ever seen."

The first voice seemed familiar and was obviously a woman. The second, was a male voice with a combination of serious calm, and comfort mixed into it.

After the male voice spoke, a small sob could be heard. Most likely coming from the female who had spoken first.

Curious to see what was going on, and wondering what they were talking about, I forced my eyes open only to cover them with my hand a second later.

Bloody was that room bright!

Slowly I gained enough nerve to slowly open them and look around. I blinked reputably trying to get used to the blinding light.

I was in a hospital room.

In the front of the white cube-like room, stood Arthur gently holding Molly in his arms while conversing with a middle-aged wizard in green robes.

Molly looked over at me and stopped moving when she saw that I was awake and looking at her in return.

Arthur and the Healer followed her line of vision to where I lay in the small white bed.

Molly quickly detached herself from her husband's arm and raced over to my side beginning to babble over me and my condition.

"Oh Shinobe, your awake! I was so worried about you. You scared me to death when you fainted. Oh, you poor thing! Look at you! Your so thin and your poor shoulder! You must have been in dreadful pain."

I kind of tuned out the rest of her babbling and noticed that her eyes were red and puffy, and that her face was tear streaked.

The Healer and Arthur walked over to me and Arthur put a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"Molly dear, slow down and breathe. We still need to talk to the boy about something a little more important." He gave her a secret look, and a small ball of dread began to curl in the empty pit of my belly.

Molly looked from him to me and nodded. She gave me a reassuring smile and wiped away her tears with a white handkerchief.

Somehow, I wasn't reassured.

The Healer cleared his throat and I looked up at him wondering what they had planned for me while I had slept in the little white bed.

"Son," he started, "After lots of consideration and studying your injuries, the Weasly's and I believe it is for the best that you stay with them until you manage to heal."

I guess after hearing that I was going to be living with complete and total strangers, my bottom jaw would be located somewhere around…say, my knees?

Molly's unnaturally strong maternal instincts must have picked up on my worry and she tried to reassure me that it would be alright."

"Now, don't you worry. Arthur works for the Ministry, your perfectly safe with us."

I'm unable to find any possible way to speak, so I merely nod my head at her words. The Ministry, he works for the Ministry. God, you must really hate me.

After about ten more minutes of being Mollied over, I'm dressed and following The Weasly's out the door.

Outside, stood the rest of the Weasly family and Harry. The bushy-haired girl, Hermione, was gone.

Arthur took the whole group a few feet away and formed a good sized huddle. He whispered to them quietly while I was stuck having Molly fuss over my hair and clothes. Every couple of moments, somebody would look away from the huddle at me and then go straight back to the huddle.

After a small while they came back and the various teens would throw me a mixture of strange and assorted looks. Going all the way from, confusion, curiosity, sympathy, and the worst one, distrust.

But what made it worst of all, something that felt like a cold spear through my heart, was that the look of distrust came from Harry.

End of Chapter

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