Chapter Two- Saved
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Author's Note: I came up with several alternate beginnings to this chapter. None of them were to my liking, so we're all stuck with this one.
"HARRY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" Molly Weasley screamed after appearing out of nowhere.
"Of course, Dumbledore sent people to spy on me all summer," Harry thought to himself. He thought it was quite obvious what he was doing, but apparently Mrs. Weasley didn't think so. He knew it was pointless to argue with her, so he just decided to listen to her.
"You're coming with me right now back to headquarters," Molly insisted.
An angry Uncle Vernon burst into Harry's room. "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS ALL OF THIS RACKET?!" He caught sight of Mrs. Weasley. "WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" he demanded.
Before she could answer he kept on, "Wait a minute. I've seen you at the train station for that... that... freak school."
"I've come to take Harry with me," she calmly informed Mr. Dursley, "and I'd appreciate it if you weren't in the way."
"Fine, take the boy. I have no use for him," spat Mr. Dursley as he stormed out.
"We'll be traveling by Floo powder, dear," Mrs. Weasley said lovingly.
"No," Harry stated simply, "I don't want to go back. Ever."
"Harry dear, I know that you're upset, but you can't stay here."
"Why not? What's the point of going back anyway?"
"Oh Harry, I know it hurts, but you can't hide from it." She drew Harry into a motherly hug and kissed him on the forehead.
Although he wanted to resist, Harry felt relieved. He knew that Mrs. Weasley was right. Emotion overcame him. He hugged her back and considered sobbing hysterically onto her shoulder, but decided against it.
Harry gathered his things and walked down to the fireplace. The room was deserted. He suspected that Vernon knew that they were going to travel by fireplace and had hid them all so that they wouldn't know about it. Molly grabbed the small pouch of Floo powder from inside of her robes and threw them into the fire.
"You first Harry."
He climbed into the fireplace to go back to Grimmauld Place.
Soon he climbed out of the fireplace on the other side followed by Mrs. Weasley. The first person he saw was the last person he wanted to see.
"Ah Harry, you're here earlier than I had anticipated, but it's all for the best," Dumbledore said smiling gently to Harry, who simply stared back at him emotionless and speechless.
"Albus, we need to talk," Molly said interrupting the long silence between the two. Harry knew that she was going to tell Dumbledore about his suicide attempt, which would only tighten the security on him everywhere he went, but he didn't give a shit anymore. Then appeared two more faces he didn't feel like seeing, Ron and Hermione. He began to walk away, but Ron obviously didn't take the hint.
"Harry, why didn't you answer my letters, mate?" he said, completely oblivious to the face that Harry didn't want to talk.
Hermione elbowed Ron. "Ron I don't think Harry wants to talk right now," she said in a loud whisper. "Harry, you don't have to talk to us or to anyone if you don't want to. I just want you to know that we're here for you and you can talk to us about anything when you are ready.
"Thanks Hermione," Harry said dully. He sounded ungrateful, but he was actually glad that someone didn't want to overwhelm him with talk. To make up for it he added, "I'm going up to my room. You can come if you want to." He dragged his belongings into the direction of his room.
"Sure mate we'll help you unpack," said Ron.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but realized that Ron was only trying to help, so he closed his mouth again. In his room, the three friends sat in an awkward silence while they unpacked Harry's trunk. Harry didn't really have any desire to break the silence, but decided that he should.
"So when is lunch? I'm starved, since I didn't have breakfast."
In answer to his question, Mrs. Weasley's voice rang through the house. "Lunchtime!"
Few people were in the dining room. Most of them were either at work or on Order business. Dumbledore looked at Harry concerned. "Harry, we need to talk after lunch." Harry nodded to acknowledge him. He knew what was coming. He was going tell him the same things Mrs. Weasley was trying to tell him. He ate the rest of his lunch in silence. Afterwards, Dumbledore took him to another room so that they would be alone.
"Harry I'm very concerned about you after what Molly has told me. I knew that you were unhappy, but I had no idea that you would try something like this. Don't you remember the prophecy? You must defeat Lord Voldemort. I have no choice but to put you under constant surveillance effective immediately. I feel that this is a necessary security measure, and Molly does not disagree with me. It is for your own safety."
"So I was right," Harry thought to himself. "Well it's fine with me." He looked at Dumbledore gravely and walked out of the door. Dumbledore didn't stop him.
Ron and Hermione were standing outside with Mrs. Weasley waiting for him. He had no doubt that Mrs. Weasley was telling them to keep a close eye on him. Now he would never be alone. He wondered if she had told them about what he had tried to do. He certainly didn't want them to know. They would both overreact and watch him all the time.
"What was that about Harry?" Ron asked curiously. Hermione gave Ron a look that said clearly not to ask. Harry didn't respond.
"Come on. Let's go finish unpacking."
They went back to Harry's room. Knowing that Harry wouldn't want to talk, but deciding that someone should, Ron talked about the Chudley Cannons and their latest successes. Listening to Ron (or anyone for that matter) talk about something normal, such as Quidditch, rather than the depressing events that has taken place just a few weeks ago put Harry at ease. He began the long road to recovery after being saved.
Author's Note: Special thank-you to Lazy-anji, my first (and possibly only) reviewer. I'm going to Florida for a couple of days, but I promise a longer chapter when I return. Please review. May I get at least five? Also, I'm very bad about keeping promises, so I wouldn't trust me.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Author's Note: I came up with several alternate beginnings to this chapter. None of them were to my liking, so we're all stuck with this one.
"HARRY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" Molly Weasley screamed after appearing out of nowhere.
"Of course, Dumbledore sent people to spy on me all summer," Harry thought to himself. He thought it was quite obvious what he was doing, but apparently Mrs. Weasley didn't think so. He knew it was pointless to argue with her, so he just decided to listen to her.
"You're coming with me right now back to headquarters," Molly insisted.
An angry Uncle Vernon burst into Harry's room. "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS ALL OF THIS RACKET?!" He caught sight of Mrs. Weasley. "WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" he demanded.
Before she could answer he kept on, "Wait a minute. I've seen you at the train station for that... that... freak school."
"I've come to take Harry with me," she calmly informed Mr. Dursley, "and I'd appreciate it if you weren't in the way."
"Fine, take the boy. I have no use for him," spat Mr. Dursley as he stormed out.
"We'll be traveling by Floo powder, dear," Mrs. Weasley said lovingly.
"No," Harry stated simply, "I don't want to go back. Ever."
"Harry dear, I know that you're upset, but you can't stay here."
"Why not? What's the point of going back anyway?"
"Oh Harry, I know it hurts, but you can't hide from it." She drew Harry into a motherly hug and kissed him on the forehead.
Although he wanted to resist, Harry felt relieved. He knew that Mrs. Weasley was right. Emotion overcame him. He hugged her back and considered sobbing hysterically onto her shoulder, but decided against it.
Harry gathered his things and walked down to the fireplace. The room was deserted. He suspected that Vernon knew that they were going to travel by fireplace and had hid them all so that they wouldn't know about it. Molly grabbed the small pouch of Floo powder from inside of her robes and threw them into the fire.
"You first Harry."
He climbed into the fireplace to go back to Grimmauld Place.
Soon he climbed out of the fireplace on the other side followed by Mrs. Weasley. The first person he saw was the last person he wanted to see.
"Ah Harry, you're here earlier than I had anticipated, but it's all for the best," Dumbledore said smiling gently to Harry, who simply stared back at him emotionless and speechless.
"Albus, we need to talk," Molly said interrupting the long silence between the two. Harry knew that she was going to tell Dumbledore about his suicide attempt, which would only tighten the security on him everywhere he went, but he didn't give a shit anymore. Then appeared two more faces he didn't feel like seeing, Ron and Hermione. He began to walk away, but Ron obviously didn't take the hint.
"Harry, why didn't you answer my letters, mate?" he said, completely oblivious to the face that Harry didn't want to talk.
Hermione elbowed Ron. "Ron I don't think Harry wants to talk right now," she said in a loud whisper. "Harry, you don't have to talk to us or to anyone if you don't want to. I just want you to know that we're here for you and you can talk to us about anything when you are ready.
"Thanks Hermione," Harry said dully. He sounded ungrateful, but he was actually glad that someone didn't want to overwhelm him with talk. To make up for it he added, "I'm going up to my room. You can come if you want to." He dragged his belongings into the direction of his room.
"Sure mate we'll help you unpack," said Ron.
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but realized that Ron was only trying to help, so he closed his mouth again. In his room, the three friends sat in an awkward silence while they unpacked Harry's trunk. Harry didn't really have any desire to break the silence, but decided that he should.
"So when is lunch? I'm starved, since I didn't have breakfast."
In answer to his question, Mrs. Weasley's voice rang through the house. "Lunchtime!"
Few people were in the dining room. Most of them were either at work or on Order business. Dumbledore looked at Harry concerned. "Harry, we need to talk after lunch." Harry nodded to acknowledge him. He knew what was coming. He was going tell him the same things Mrs. Weasley was trying to tell him. He ate the rest of his lunch in silence. Afterwards, Dumbledore took him to another room so that they would be alone.
"Harry I'm very concerned about you after what Molly has told me. I knew that you were unhappy, but I had no idea that you would try something like this. Don't you remember the prophecy? You must defeat Lord Voldemort. I have no choice but to put you under constant surveillance effective immediately. I feel that this is a necessary security measure, and Molly does not disagree with me. It is for your own safety."
"So I was right," Harry thought to himself. "Well it's fine with me." He looked at Dumbledore gravely and walked out of the door. Dumbledore didn't stop him.
Ron and Hermione were standing outside with Mrs. Weasley waiting for him. He had no doubt that Mrs. Weasley was telling them to keep a close eye on him. Now he would never be alone. He wondered if she had told them about what he had tried to do. He certainly didn't want them to know. They would both overreact and watch him all the time.
"What was that about Harry?" Ron asked curiously. Hermione gave Ron a look that said clearly not to ask. Harry didn't respond.
"Come on. Let's go finish unpacking."
They went back to Harry's room. Knowing that Harry wouldn't want to talk, but deciding that someone should, Ron talked about the Chudley Cannons and their latest successes. Listening to Ron (or anyone for that matter) talk about something normal, such as Quidditch, rather than the depressing events that has taken place just a few weeks ago put Harry at ease. He began the long road to recovery after being saved.
Author's Note: Special thank-you to Lazy-anji, my first (and possibly only) reviewer. I'm going to Florida for a couple of days, but I promise a longer chapter when I return. Please review. May I get at least five? Also, I'm very bad about keeping promises, so I wouldn't trust me.