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Chapter Twelve: Drawing

Harry had to fight back tears as Albus Dumbledore, former Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, body was lowered into the ground. Harry took a deep breath, no longer able to hold back his tears. He leaned into Remus as the older man's arm came to rest around his shoulders.

Everything seemed so surreal to him. How was it possible that the once strong man, always with a twinkle in his eyes, there for anyone who needed him, now be lifeless, limp, and pale?

Harry leaned more heavily against, seeking out comfort, as they made their way back into the school building. Harry and Remus, along with all the professors and past and current students, had been invited to attend a private burial service in a secluded part of the school grounds where Dumbledore had requested to be buried. The public viewing had been two days ago, the day after Voldemort fell. The students viewing had been earlier that day, and now it was special friends. His family members had arrived that morning and there would be a special service for them later that day.

Harry couldn't suppress a sob as the entered the school through a back entrance. Remus tightened his arm around Harry's shoulders, rubbed his arm, and kissed the top of his head.

Harry's hadn't had time to try to come to terms with the old man's death having been busy with Brian. Amanda was taking care of him today and might be tomorrow if Harry needed her to.

Remus led Harry to the quarters that had been set up for them. Remus had offered to take Harry home for a few days, or however long he needed, but the teenager had steadfastly refused. Brian was at Hogwarts and it was obvious to anyone who saw them how much Harry cared, and needed Brian, and vice versa.

Remus led Harry to the couch, sat down, cradling the sobbing teen to him.

Brian pumped his legs fiercely, grinning as he went higher and higher in the swing, beating all his friends. "I won!" he yelled triumphantly. His friends grumbled at him.

"You may be going the highest, but I bet you won't jump out," one of the children said, grinning smugly.

Brian stopped pumping for a second, surprised. Jump out? He was very high, he could see over the top bar of the set when he went back.

"See," the child, Brian didn't know his name, said. "I knew you wouldn't jump. You're a chicken. Back-ba-ba-back!" he taunted as the several other children picked up the chant.

"I'm not a chicken!" he yelled with tears in his eyes. The children didn't stop. Why were they being so mean? Brian scowled, pumped his legs harder, gaining more height, and then let go of the swing, propelling himself forward through the air. The children on the ground gasped. None of them has expected him to actually jump.

Brian enjoyed it at first, the wing whipping at his face, flying through the air. He screamed having immense fun, until he hit the ground feet first, and then fell forward onto his stomach, breathless.

He lay completely still as he heard footsteps running toward him, trying to figure out if anything was broken. He hurt some, but nothing-

He let out a blood curling scream as pain flared through both his feet and legs, tears immediately beginning to stream down his cheeks. He took a deep shuddering breath before screaming again, making Amanda, who has rushed to his side, flinch. He stopped screaming, tears wetting the grass beneath him.

"Brian, what hurts?" He shook his head at Amanda's question, his only answer being,

"IT HURTS!"

He continued to cry, body racked by sobs. "Brian, honey," Amanda said sweetly stroking his hair, "tell me what hurts, okay?" It took him a little while, but he finally managed to sob out,

"My feet and legs."

Amanda carefully lifted the child off the ground, causing him to scream again. She bent down, kissed his forehead and apologized. "I'm going to take you to Madame Pomphrey. She'll make you feel better," she said soothingly to the distraught three-year-old.

She looked at his feet and legs. His right leg was sticking out at an odd angle, obviously broke. She sighed heavily.

"He'll need to stay here for the rest of that day, and probably the night. His left leg was broke in one place, right leg three places, cracked a bone in his right foot, and sprained both ankles. How did you manage to do that, may I ask?" Poppy said looking down at the red faced three-year-old.

"I jumped out of a swing." Poppy barely caught what he said.

"You jumped out of a swing?" The child nodded, head bowed, obviously ashamed. Poppy shook her head, but didn't say anything. "Stay in bed for the rest of the day, and you might be able to leave later today." With that said she headed back into her office.

"Brian, why did you jump out of the swing? You were going very high. Didn't you realize you would get hurt when you feel?" she admonished.

"They were calling me a chicken." If Amanda had been any further away she wouldn't have heard it.

"Then you should have yelled for me, or one of the other helpers, not jump out of the swing."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I promise," he said very quietly. "Are you mad at me?" He finally raised his head and looked her in the eyes, all sincerity and innocence.

"I'm not made at you." She stroked his head lovingly. "You scared me. It's not pleasant to see someone you care about hurtling through the air," she said gently. "Just don't do it again, okay?" She didn't have the heart to scold him. He nodded and closed his eyes, exhausted. Within a few moments he was sound asleep.

A few hours later found Brian working on a picture for his favorite person in the world-Harry. The child knew Harry was sad and thought a drawing might help him feel better. He was coloring alone on his bed, Amanda had gone back to help with the other children, and Poppy was in her office. He smiled happily as he finished coloring the red heart, which looked more like a heart shaped red blob, on his paper and yelled for Poppy just like she had told him.

"Poppy! I finished!" he yelled far more loudly than necessary almost blowing out the nurse's eardrums. Brian waited patiently, as patient as a young child can be, with his picture held in front of him.

"That's beautiful!" she exclaimed the minute she reached his bedside. He immediately started to explain, pointing to different things on the page.

"This is Harry, this is me, this is Hogwarts, and this is a heart to show Harry that I love him."

"That's very beautiful," she replied in a chocked voice, fighting back tears.

"I thought it might make him feel better. Do you think it will?"

"This will make him feel loads better," she said while stroking his hair. "Let me have it, and I'll send it to him right away, okay?" He nodded and handed her the picture.

Harry rubbed his puffy eyes, sighing heavily. He couldn't wait for this day to be over. He knew that Dumbledore's death wouldn't go away just because he slept, or that it would hurt any less, but it would be a relief just to sleep.

"Harry?" He sighed quietly at the sound of his guardian's voice.

"Mmm…"

"I know you're tired, but I think you should see this. It's a picture Brian drew you." Harry sighed and sat up. Remus came over to him and sat down beside him on the couch, handing the picture and note Poppy had written to him. Harry looked at the picture first. He knew it was supposed to be something, but it was very hard to decipher the picture.

There was two multi colored blobs, one bigger than other, a square shaped blob, and then a blob of red that Harry thought looked like a heart. He smiled despite how horrible he was feeling. He knew it was just scribbles, but the thought it was on the most wonderful drawing he had ever seen. Harry turned his attention to the note.

Mr. Potter,

I thought I would explain Brian's drawing to you since it is very hard to figure out children his age meant to draw. You are the bigger multi colored blob, he the smaller one, the square shaped one is Hogwarts, and the red blob is meant to be a heart to show you that Brian loves you.

Madame Pomphrey

Harry looked back to the picture with tears in his eyes, touched by what the child had done. Harry didn't try to stop the tears from falling down his cheeks, making a vow that no matter what happened, he would protect Brian and make sure that Brian lived with him, and only him, no matter what it took.

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