Day Three AN: Hmn... I was only going to have three days, but I can't do it in three anymore... dang.

Harry awoke around nine when a very excited Hermione bounced up and down on his bed. She stopped when she saw she had him awake. Harry fell back against his pillows again, groaning inwardly, which was soon followed by more bouncing on his bed.

He grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at Hermione, causing her to fall to the over-plush scarlet carpet. Bur soon she was back up one the bed, chucking the pillow right back to it's owner.

With a flick of his hand, Harry made more pillows appear out of nowhere. This started their traditional morning pillow fight.

At about ten thirty, a very flustered and feathery Harry and Hermione made their way down to the kitchen, where a nice breakfast was waiting for them.

Dobby bowed as he saw his Master and 'Mistress' enter the kitchen.

"Dobby is making up for having company yesterday and having his day off, sir and miss," he bowed again.

"It's alright, Dobby," said Hermione. With a snap of his fingers, Dobby had the plates and food in the dinging room. Dobby bowed so low that his nose skimmed the floor, waiting for Harry and Hermione to go to the dining room. Hermione giggled, Harry sighed, and Dobby blushed.

They spent a very luxurious breakfast eating all they could while talking about Harry's signing later on. When they were done, Harry asked Hermione if she would like a ride on his new broom before they had to go.

"Sure I would!" squealed Hermione, "but I need to get, erm, presentable first."

"No problem, so do I," he said, waving to his pajamas.

When he was changed, Harry grabbed his shrunken broom, enlarged it and started wondering...

!!!!!!!

An hour later, a very chilly Hermione and Harry came in from the bitter cold February winter weather. Harry liked his new broom, even though he thought he scared Hermione just a little bit.

"Just a little bit?" Hermione practically yelled, "That scared me to death! How dare you turn me upside down, Harry James Potter!"

Harry just grinned... he knew Hermione might be mad at what he did to her, though not at him. She was probably just flustered and joking with Harry... just like she always did.

"Come on," he said, "let's go get ready. Phew, Hermione," he said, waving his hand in front of his face and covering his nose, "I think you need a shower. Bad."

"Very funny, Mr. Potter! It's more like you that needs one!"

At ten to noon, they were both ready: Hermione donned in khaki colored, tight fitting pants and black shirt with a Weasley sweater, all underneath her normal black robes (she couldn't stop wearing them after Hogwarts); and Harry donned in loose-fitting khakis and a crimson hoodie under his regular, black robes.

Harry dual-apparated them to the aparration point spot in Flourish and Blotts'.

"Oh! You're here Harry!" squealed Katie Weasley (yes, she married Fred), "or should I call you Mr. Potter?"

Harry just groaned.

"I haven't seen either of you in ages! How've you been?"

"Pretty good," they both chimed back.

"I'm here to stick it out with Harry so he doesn't have to alone," said Hermione with a blush.

"Cold, Hermione?" asked Katie. This just made her blush even more and Katie grinned. "This way Mr. Potter... Miss Granger."

Mr. Potter... Miss Granger? thought Harry

"Why did I agree to this?" Harry then groaned as he saw the crowd of people waiting outside.

"Well, I think Fred and George kind of convinced you with a few threats, but I'm not one hundred percent positive on it this time."

"Oh, yes... remind me to hurt them when I get this done and over with."

"I will," Katie said, and added "and I think they need it, too," and with that, the doors magiced open and the hoard of fans came flooding in. Harry was surprised how many guys there were... the girls still outnumbered them roughly ten-to-one.

A lot wanted pictures, some caught Harry with a camera but had to hand over their film by one of two very tough looking men that Katie and Angelina Weasley had hired, or else it got magiced away and you were redded. (Fred and George's idea – their skin immediately got turned a brilliant shade of crimson, so people would know that you tried to get a picture.)

One girl came up, got her autograph, asked for a picture, and when Harry said no, turned around to her friend, whisper something, and they ran bawling out. But moments later, the second friend came running back in, tear-stricken, to get her autograph that her friend so rudely didn't let her get the first time. Harry just had to laugh at this. The price some would pay...

Time seemed to be cursed to run slower than normal... slower than a snail, in fact.

"Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yes?"

"Can you go tell Tom that we'll be there in an hour?"

"Sure thing, Harry. Are you sure you'll be all right? And why and hour when you have only half an hour left?"

"We're still going to have to get through them all seeing as Tom doesn't have Apparation wards and I hate Floo." He grinned.

"And just because you hate Floo doesn't mean that you don't get to travel by it," Hermione sing-songed.

"Yeah, well, just because you like Floo doesn't mean that The Boy-Who- Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-And-Lived-To-Tell-His-Story has to like it," said Harry and grinned.

Hermione left, and soon after came back.

Once they were done and had started the trek to Tom's, Harry felt a small tug at his sleeve and turned around. A black haired boy with shabby robes, no more than eleven years old, was standing there.

"Mr. Potter?"

Harry knelt down and said, "yes?"

"Well –erm—see--- my m-mum's a m-muggle so she c-c-couldn't come in, but she r-r-really wants t-to talk t-to you, sir."

Harry looked up and Hermione and she nodded her head. Harry smiled. "Sure, where is she?"

The boy smiled. He led Harry through the crowd and to the wall where he tapped the correct bricks and the wall opened, through Tom's, and outside to his mom. If he thought this little boy had shabby clothing, it was nothing compared to his mom.

"Yes," said Harry, the little boy going to hide behind him mum, "how may I help you?"

"Are you Harry Potter?"

"Yes..."

"Oh, well, I really don't know you or what you did, but my son, Eric," she said, pointing to the one behind her, "and my other son, Shaun, know who you are. Well, you see, my youngest son, Shaun, has cancer and he doesn't have much longer to live, so, well, I was- erm- wondering, well -if you wouldn't mind- if you'd come to see him and give him an autograph."

Harry turned to Hermione, who had tears in her eyes. Now Harry just couldn't say no.

"Alright... lead the way," he said, smiling, and grabbing the little boy and putting him on his shoulders.

The mother smiled and started walking down the street.

"Where is he?" asked Hermione.

"Saint Mangoes or something like that," chirped the little boy, starting to get over his shyness.

"St. Mungo's?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, that's it!"

"Ma'am," said Harry.

She blushed and said yes.

"If we just go to an ally, or somewhere where other muggles can't see us, I can Apparate us to St. Mungo's."

She looked scared and Hermione explained that it's just disappearing from one place and appearing in another... and that it didn't hurt. She agreed and eased up.

Harry led them to an alley and told the woman all that she had to do was hold on to him, reassured her that it wouldn't hurt again, and apparated his charges to St. Mungo's.

The hospital was crowed as a barrel of monkeys. The woman looked amazed but led them straight away to her son. Before they went in, the Healer told them all about Shaun's condition.

"He's just a regular boy, remember that," he said to his two guests. "I don't want you treating him like he's going to die. And I'm afraid that I'm going to have to supervise your meeting, Mr....?" It would have helped him if he knew that he was Harry Potter already...

"Mr. Potter," Harry said. He didn't think that he'd put Potter and him together, seeing as Potter was now a very common last name.

"And Mrs. Potter, too," he said, "I'm sorry," he added.

Hermione blushed and said, "Oh, no, I'm Granger."

"Oh," said the doctor, blushing worse than Hermione, "I- well, I- I thought- "

"Yes," said Harry, "will you lead us to... Shaun? now?

"Yes, Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger, right this way, please."

He led Harry, Hermione, Eric, and Eric's mum to the room.

"By the way," said the woman to her two new friends, "my name's Samantha. Samantha Webber." She held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you," Harry and Hermione chorused.

By the time they we five feet into the room, Harry smelled it. Dark Magic, that is. All around.

"And you're a Healer?" asked Harry.

"Healer Povie," he answered, smiling.

"Pardon me," said Harry, and stepped out, closing the door and feeling and seeing the Dark Magic all around him. He did his own brand of magic and put a blue mist around the door that only he could see so he would know where to come back to.

He made his way down to the first floor and asked to talk to the lady behind the desk. Just then he felt Hermione, like she was in trouble.

"I need you to come with me, please," he said as a Healer went down the hall.

"Wha-"

"Is there a Healer Povie here?"

"No..."

"Then you better come with me."

"What's the matter? Where are you leading me?" asked the Healer, following Harry as closely as he could.

"Dark magic-"panted Harry from running so hard. "He's- he's got my- my gi- my friend and her- her friend and her- her two sons in- in a room. He's treating one- one of them. Come on!"

"Where are we going?"

Harry flicked his hand and said, "Look for a room that has blue mist all around it. That's what color the mist turns when Dark Magic is sensed."

"Who are you-?"

"Here-"said Harry. "Just go in. No, come in after me. Have your wand on the ready."

Harry opened the door to no one. The healer came in after him and looked at Harry like he was crazy.

Harry sighed and flicked his hand. The bed showed with the boy, Shaun, and his brother tied and taped up on the bed. He flicked his hands again and the ropes and tape vanished.

"Where's you mum? And Hermione?" Harry asked.

The older boy pointed at behind Harry and Harry slowly spun around, thinking to himself that he should have brought Hermione with him.

Sure enough, Healer Povie had Hermione and Samantha, wand pointed at them. Luckily he hadn't seen the other healer, who had slipped out of the room.

"Yes?" asked Harry.

"What do you want?"

"What do you want?" Harry spat back. "No, who are you? Let them go, you can have me."

"Egotistical as always, Potter. How do you know that I wouldn't rather just kill these poor, poor souls?"

"Are you sure you want them when you can have the Harry Potter dead?" Harry challenged.

"The Harry Potter?" The Healer looked up at this. "The-Boy-Who-Lived? The Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-And-Lived-To-Tell-His-Story?"

"Live and in the flesh. I'm sure lots of people would be happy that you have killed the almighty. Especially the supporters of Vold-"

"Don't say his name!"

"-emort," Harry finished.

Within moments, the Death Eater had Hermione and Samantha untied and had Harry tied up, next to him. He looked at Hermione.

'What are you doing?' She thought.

'You can die,' said Harry, 'I can't.'

'Yes-'

'Yes, I can, but not the way he wants me to.'

'Please be careful, Harry.'

'Of course, Hermione.'

'Wait... how can you hear me?'

He grinned, and turned away, adding a thought that he knew she didn't hear because he had ended far too soon as Healer Povie started to talk again.

"You made the foolish mistake, Mr. Potter," said the Healer, still oblivious to the fact that the real Healer was bringing MLES as he spoke. The children were crying, and their mother soothed them.

"Oh, no. It's you that made the foolish mistake, Healer Povie, or whoever you are," and with that, 'Povie' was tied up and unconscious.

"Who is he?" asked Hermione.

"He's one up in our wards, Miss. He's alright now," said one of the back- ups.

"What about my son!?" screamed Samantha.

"He had some serious dark magic done on him," said the real healer.

"What does that mean? I don't even know what magic is!"

The Healer looked at her like she was crazy until Eric spoke up, saying, "she's a muggle, Healer." That seemed to answer everything.

"He'll be alright, Samantha?" she nodded.

"What about the cancer?"

"Cancer? There is, was, and will be no cancer."

Samantha started to cry at this and the Healer looked puzzled. Hermione went over and asked what was wrong.

"Nothing. I'm just so happy," she said.

"Now," said the Healer, smiling again, "may I ask why you are here, Mr. Potter?

"I'm here to give one of my biggest fans an autograph," he said, smiling.

"Shaun? I need you to wake up, honey. Harry's here to see you."

The little boy stirred, woke up, and beamed at Harry.

"That was very sweet of you, Harry, merci," Hermione mumbled. She yawned and added, "Good-night," and left.

'That's it,' Harry thought to him self, 'I-'