Chapter 39
Post Battle
The first thing Harry felt was the soreness in his body. It was like every muscle, tendon and bone was aching. He struggled to open his eyes and the sight that greeted him was shocking. 'Mum?' Beautiful red hair, green eyes, and a warm, proud smile was on her lips. 'But if mum is here, then I'm…dead.' But he couldn't bring himself to feel sad. His mother was right there in front of him. He closed his eyes as she put a hand on his cheek and he savored the warmth of her touch. However, when he opened his eyes again, her face had changed. There were worry lines and her eyes were no longer as green. "Mum?" He rasped out, hoping to understand what was going on. His mother frowned for a moment and squeezed his hand. 'But wasn't her hand on my cheek?'
"Harry? It's me, Jean. Are you ok? How do you feel?" Asked the redhead. He looked around and the rest of his surroundings came into focus. It was the Hogwarts infirmary, and looking down he saw that Jean held his hand with both of hers.
"Jean?" He said weakly. "What…what happened?"
"Voldemort attacked you and the others in Hogsmeade Harry. He took you to that mansion. Remember?"
His eyes widened. "Voldemort? Oh Merlin! ANA!" He lurched out of the bed he was in and tried to scramble out from the sheets, but the huge bandages on his hands were hindering his dexterity.
"Harry! Harry calm down! You almost died!" She said as she forced him back into his bed. "Just sit still and I'll fill you in alright? You shouldn't be moving around after what happened." She made sure he was listening before continuing on. "We knew you had been attacked on your way back because I had been keeping an eye on everyone's thoughts all day. As soon as you panicked, Wolverine, Storm, and the rest of us came to help, but they had teleported you out already. Everyone was alerted and out looking for you. The Ministry, the Order, and the Professor was working with Magneto in Cerebro back at the Institute. We didn't think we would find you with Cerebro, but then there was this huge spike in your mutant activity and we were able to pinpoint where you were. That's how we found you."
Harry looked away, his throat feeling tight. He knew what had happened for his powers to spike on Cerebro. It was when he tried to take the curse away from… He put his face in his hands. It was his fault again. He couldn't save Cedric, or his relatives, and now…Ana. He gave a dry sob as he felt Jean put a hand on his shoulder. She was gone; he had failed to protect her.
"Harry-" Jean started, but her face changed and Harry realized that her mind was elsewhere. "Just a moment Harry." She said quietly before she got up and walked out of the curtains surrounding his bed. He heard her hushed whispering and then someone shuffling around. "You aren't supposed to be up! You should be sleeping." He heard Jean say, but he felt his eyes widen when he heard who responded.
"I'm not going to lay there and rest when I could be telling this pillock here off!" Came her weak voice as the very alive Ana hobbled past his curtains with Jean right behind her.
Glancing at the two, Jean gave in and excused herself, leaving the two of them alone behind the curtains. Beyond, Harry could hear some murmurings of other patients.
"A-Ana?" He gasped, afraid to even hope.
She was glaring at him angrily, her eyes filled with some emotion he couldn't recognize.
"Ana! I thought- Are you ok? You were dead! I was so- What happened?" He spilled out, unable to stop his words as the sickly looking girl lowered herself to sit on his bed.
"You were an idiot that's what happened!" She said viciously. "What were you THINKING? Trying to control the fucking KILLING CURSE! What the hell? Didn't you think surviving it once was enough? Wanted to give it another go huh! Jesus Harry! You could've died! You almost did! How could you do that! Don't yo…" She broke off and placed her face in her hands.
Distressed by her words he reached forward and tried to bring her closer, but she pulled away from his touch. "Ana please! What happened? The last thing I remember was you lying dead on the ground! Please tell me, are you ok?" He pleaded with her.
She had her hands on her head like she was trying to block out his words. "Harry, you tried to take the killing curse away. You absorbed its magic and then started screaming. God Harry! I thought you were dying." She looked up at him, tears falling down her pale face. "Why did you do it Harry?"
Thankful she was no longer angry with him, he whispered, "I couldn't loose you." She just looked away, as if that's exactly what she expected.
"And you think I wanted to loose you?" She asked.
"Ana I couldn't just st-"
"God damn it Harry! I can't loose you!"
"You have Kurt! Moyra! Everyone else! You would have been fine! I couldn't just sit there and watch you die! I would never b-"
But his words were cut off as Ana leaned forward and covered his lips with hers. Harry immediately froze, and then finally let his eyes close. He felt her hands come up to hold his head, as he brought his up to pull her closer.
Pulling away, she placed her forehead against his and with her eyes still closed and tears running down her cheeks, she whispered, "I can't loose you." She opened her eyes and Harry could see her sorrow and fear, along with the other unrecognizable emotion. "Don't ever do that again, Harry. Please! I can't do that again, just standing there watching you die. Please don't do that again!" She pleaded.
Not even trying to find the words for what he wanted to say, he pulled her back into a kiss. He kissed her softly again and again, whispering, "I'm sorry" and "I promise" between each one. He kissed her eyes and cheeks, eventually kissing her tears away.
After a while, Ana moved away and laid down so her head rested on the pillow. Shifting so he could share the small bed with her, he put his head next to hers. She was watching him, her eyes red from her tears and stray hairs falling into her face. He moved to place them behind her ear, but stopped when he saw his bandaged hand.
Seeing what he was looking at she explained. "I didn't see it happen, but I was told that they're horribly burnt from the magic that came out of them."
"What?" He asked, completely lost. He had never gotten a chance to push the magic back out. All he had felt was pain.
She sighed as she remembered what had happened. "When Voldemort fired the curse at me, you cried out. After that, everything happened so fast. The curse split, one half went straight to you and the other kept coming at me. It hit, and it was like, I don't know, like my breath was being pulled from me. Apparently my heart stopped for a bit. I was dead, but because it wasn't the full curse it wasn't the same. Rahne did CPR and I came back." She shuddered. "She saved my life. When I came to, everything was in pandemonium and there you were on the ground. There was so much blood, from your mouth, nose, and ears. I thought you were dead! That's when I passed out. The curse had been too much. When I woke up, I started screaming for you." At these words she gave a wry smile. "I think I even knocked a few people out in my state. That's when the Prof. came over. He said you were all right, just very weak from using your powers to such an extent. You've been asleep for almost a week." She looked at him completely serious. "Harry you took some of the magic away from the killing curse. It should have killed you! Instead, you used it and strengthened it. They told me that you shot the curse back at Voldemort. That's why your hands are burnt. The magic did that, and that's why magic can't fix it."
"What happened to Voldemort? He knows I'm a mutant now!" Harry said with wide eyes and panic evident in his voice.
"I don't think that's going to be a problem Jack." She said with a smile growing on her lips.
"Why? What happened?"
"He's dead."
For Harry, time seemed to stand still. "Dead?" He said finally.
"Dead. Remember your burnt hands? Dumbledore explained it to me a bit before you woke up. He said that thanks to your power of being able to retain magic you're still alive. You so badly wanted to take the curse away from me, that you would sacrifice yourself. So your powers kicked in to push the spell back out, and directly at Voldemort. Couple that with all the love you possess and it destroyed him. Oh! And look!" She reached up and pulled the collar of her hospital shirt down and there, just a little below the center of her collarbone, was a scar in the shape of a teardrop. "See? I kinda like it. Guess what? You have one too!" He looked down as she pulled his own collar down and indeed there was a matching scar. "Now we're a matched set." She said, giving him a soft smile. "Just try and keep the public limelight to yourself now!"
He lay there dazed for a few moments before reaching forward and soundly kissing Ana. Leaning back again, she laughed as the biggest grin spread across his face. "Dead! Really? I can't believe it! I don't- Dead! And you're…we… HA!" He then started doing what Ana presumed was the horizontal form of the "Happy Dance."
"Jack, cut it out! You're going to knock me off the bed!" She scolded, but the effect was taken away by her laughs. She was soon kissed again and was only too happy to kiss him back.
"Vell it's about time!" Came a voice from the edge of the bed. Breaking the kiss they looked over to see Kurt grinning down at them. "Vas I interrupting something here?" Before he could react, Harry's pillow caught him right in the head.
"So what's going on out there?" Ana, making herself quite comfortable on Harry's shoulder, asked.
"Ah, I don't think either of you vould like to show yourselves out there right now. That vitch doctor is only just able to keep all the media people out, and that minister guy has been strutting around like HE'S the one that killed big, pale, and ugly." He wrinkled his nose at the last part in distaste for the man.
"It would be just like him to try and take credit for this." Grumbled Ana, and Harry just shook his head. Truthfully, he didn't give a rat's ass as to who got credit. In his mind, everything was perfect. He was cleared, and now with Voldemort dead, they could all go back to the Institute safely. He could go home.
"Harry?" He heard asked and looked to see his best friends looking expectantly at him.
"What?"
Smiling a little, Ana said, "You just had this dopey happy smile on your face. What were you thinking about?"
"Home." He said, and it brought smiles to their faces too. "We can go home now."
"Actually, I was talking to Dumbledore." Ana said quietly. "He seems to think that you're going to be staying here."
"What?" He asked.
"He said that you need to finish your education, and that you can live at the Institute during the summers." Finished Kurt, who looked none to pleased with the idea.
"WHAT!" He yelled and threw off the covers, with much better luck this time. "Where is he?" He asked icily.
Almost frightened by the power his friend seemed to be radiating, Kurt held his hands up in surrender. "Dude, I have no idea. Calm down a bit."
"Harry." Ana said as she tugged him back down to the bed. "Look, don't you think it would be better if you just wait until you know all your options first before you go barging over to him and scream your lungs out? As fun as it may be to watch." Harry smiled at the last part, which she had mumbled, but he clearly heard.
Crossing his arms over his chest he resigned to wait, but he still wasn't happy. 'How DARE that old man assume he can tell me what I'm going to do. He has no right! I'm of age, and I don't need him.' Searching for another topic to talk about, he finally asked, "So how did everyone get here? How did we get back?"
His friends looked at each other before Kurt spoke up. "Vell, after you nearly killed yourself, and Voldemort died, all the Death Eaters panicked. I suppose they didn't think that could happen. Anyvays, some ran away, some just disappeared-"
"Apperated." Ana interjected.
"Right, but some stayed and vent to kill you, but the ropes that held us had disappeared. I guess vhen the wizards who made them took off the magic stopped holding us there. Anyvay, ve fought back the best ve could, even if ve didn't have our powers. Moyra got hit by a nasty spell, but vas fixed up by the doctor-"
"Healer."
"Healer, and Toad got a broken leg."
"Is he ok?" Harry asked quickly.
"Of course he is." Reassured Ana. "Madame Pomphry mended it in seconds. Now the real fun began when the others showed up!" She said with a wicked grin.
"The X-Men?"
"Not just the X-Men, Jack. Magneto and his team as well! Let's just say he wasn't too pleased with the Death Eaters' ideas about using us as mindless weapons. Especially when one of them was his daughter!"
"One Death Eater made the mistake of spelling Scott's visor off." Kurt said with a wicked grin. "It vas an easy battle after that. Dumbledore's Order made sure that none of the Death Eaters could escape. Vanda hexed all their vands so they vere useless and you should have seen them run vhen they saw Storm fly through the clouds!"
"I wish I had been conscious." Ana pouted.
"That would have been quite a sight to see." Harry agreed with a happy smile. "I suppose the ministry has them now."
Ana nodded. "They're being interrogated for information about other Dark Houses and Death Eater locations."
Harry nodded and then frowned. "Wait. Back up a bit. Before I started fighting Voldemort, did- did I see what I thought I saw?"
Ana's grin grew. "I was wondering if you would ever get to that. If you're referring to when Malfoy refused to curse a Weasley, then yes you saw what you thought you saw."
Harry sat there for a few moments trying to make sense of what had happened. The Malfoys and Weasleys hated each other. Harry himself had seen the mild tempered Mr. Weasley get into a street brawl with Malfoy Sr. for heaven's sakes. 'Why on earth would Draco Malfoy, the Death Eater in training, pass up a perfect opportunity to torture the youngest Weasley?' Finally, after not coming up with an answer, he asked Ana, "Why?"
"Remember a while back, you had been in the common room with your Godfather and I came in all flustered?"
"Of course I do! I asked you for weeks what you had seen and you wouldn't tell me anything!"
"Well I wasn't about to give up such amazing blackmail material!" Ana countered. "When I was walking back from the library, I came across two students in a very…compromising situation. It was even better when I saw who it was! What better blackmail against the Malfoy family than finding it's only heir making out with the youngest Weasley?"
"Oh my God!" Harry said as he buried his face in his bandaged hands. "Don't say that. Please, I don't want that image in my head!"
"Harry?" Ana said tentatively. "Before that, before Malfoy had to attack Ginny, you were pretending to have been on Voldemort's side-"
"He was going to kill Jamie." Harry explained with his gaze firmly on the bed sheets. "If I didn't play along, he said he would kill Jamie."
"Ve figured it vas something like that." He heard Kurt say.
"We guessed he was blackmailing you somehow anyways. That's why we played along."
Harry still hadn't met their eyes. He felt ridiculous. He had really believed that they had turned on him.
"Don't vorry about it so much." Kurt said in his usual voice. "Ve all have doubts sometime or another."
"Finally awake I see?" Came a calm voice from the curtain entrance.
"Hello Professor." Harry greeted.
"Good afternoon Harry. I was wondering if I might have a word with you?" Harry nodded as his two friends started to leave.
"Ve'll be back later." Said Kurt as he passed Xavier.
"How are you Harry?" The Professor asked.
"Tired and sore." Harry replied.
"I imagined that you would be. Controlling a spell of that magnitude is quite impressive Harry. Though I must warn you not to make a habit of it. The magic you were controlling could have easily backfired. It nearly did." The Professor explained seriously. Harry nodded and then went very quiet. "You couldn't have saved them Harry. You did your best. You mustn't blame yourself."
"But I saved Ana. How was that any different? You know that I did the same thing with my aunt. Why didn't it work then? Why couldn't I save her?" He asked miserably. "Why couldn't I stop them?"
Xavier sat back in his wheelchair and regarded the boy in front of him. "Harry, we both have seen your memories of the night that your remaining family was killed. You did try to stop them, despite the fact that you had no idea how to."
"I know, but why didn't it work then? Didn't I want to save them enough? Didn't…"
"Harry, your mutant powers were triggered by your overwhelming need to protect your aunt. Whatever negative feelings you once had for her did not influence your powers. You did not let the curse kill her."
"Then why didn't it work!" Harry asked frustrated.
"You cannot expect your mutant abilities to work to their full capacity when they first manifest Harry. You had never used them before and it was only by sheer force of will that you were able to stop the spell at all. You didn't know how to control the magic like you do now." He paused to make sure Harry understood. "You did everything you could."
Harry nodded stiffly as he examined his hands. The gauze around them was thick, and he looked as though he was wearing oversized white mittens. Searching for a change in topic, he asked, "Kurt told me that everyone attacked the remaining Death Eaters when you arrived. Magneto didn't…kill anyone did he?"
"Thankfully, no. Although it didn't help when one Death Eater made some…less that tasteful remarks about mutants. The Order helped in their capture so they could be taken to the wizarding ministry for questioning. We were able to locate the Morlocks, and successfully rescue them. Thankfully, there was no lasting damage done to them other than their distrust for anything magical. They requested to be returned to their home in America. The rest of the week has been filled with raids on the Death Eaters that escaped."
"Are there still a lot out there?" Harry asked, dreading the answer. Were the Death Eaters enough of a threat to keep them away from the Institute?
"There are a few, but from what we've gathered, they are unorganized and scattered. Our main concern is the serum that Voldemort used to paralyze mutant abilities."
"I forgot! Did everyone get their powers back?" He asked, thinking briefly of Rogue.
"Everyone's abilities were back by morning. From the sample we were able to retrieve from the Riddle Mansion, it looks like it only lasts a little more than six hours."
"Voldemort told me about it before we…when we were in the house. He said he got it from a muggle. Essex I think was the name." Harry explained, hoping the Prof. would miss his slip.
Xavier nodded. "Thank you. That will definitely help with the search."
"So…it's safe to go back to the Institute then?" Harry asked hopefully.
The Professor smiled at him. "We leave as soon as you've recovered." Harry's face split into a grin. "Now, I believe the Infirmary Matron will want to check you over now that you are awake. I will return shortly. Try to rest while you can."
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZHarry had slept fitfully after Mme. Pomphry had come to see him. Nonetheless, when he woke, he still felt quite tired and sore. Sensing another person was close by, he opened his eyes expecting Kurt or Ana. He was slightly startled to see the Headmaster seated in the chair next to his bed.
"Good afternoon." Greeted the blue robed man. Harry didn't reply. "How are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "A little tired."
"You never cease to amaze, Harry Potter." Dumbledore said with a wry smile.
"It's a gift." Harry said stiffly.
"It would seem that you have quite a few gifts that we never knew about."
"Are you surprised I didn't tell you?"
The Headmaster looked sad at the remark. "I'm surprised I didn't see it myself. I had thought before that the X-Men had recruited you for your magical abilities. I see now that I was at least partially correct. You have an extraordinary ability Harry."
Suspicion creeping into Harry's mind, he asked, "Why are you here? What do you want?"
"I only want what is best for you Harry." The Headmaster responded quietly.
"And what would be best for me now? I mean you have a pretty good track record going so far. First, it was best for me to be left with my uncaring, semi-abusive relatives, and then it was best for me to be enrolled in your school where I face terror and near death every year. Oh! Let's not forget, allowing me to be thrown into Azkaban for something that I DIDN'T DO!" Harry hissed out.
"Harry, your mutant powers are based on magic. It would be best for you to remain among people who would be able to help you learn."
"I'm not staying here." Harry growled out. "I refuse, and you have no say in the matter. You lost the right to meddle in my affairs the day you stood by as I was shipped off to Azkaban."
"There are other schools," Dumbledore continued, "and I am certain you would be accepted in any of your choice."
"I've already told you, I'm finished with the Wizarding World. It doesn't matter what school I went to it would be the same. Professor Xavier is already looking into getting a tutor to teach me, Ana and Moyra at the Institute." Harry said, fighting to keep his voice even.
"I'm glad." The old man said with a relieved smile. "Your magical training is very important." Harry was now concentrating on his bed sheets. It was easier that having to look at the figure in front of him. "The minister wishes to award you with an Order of Merlin, First Class, for ending the war. A celebration is to be held, but that can wait until you are well."
"Does everyone know that I'm a mutant now?"
"Yes, I'm afraid they do. Professor Xavier explained everything to the ministry. It was quite necessary when they discovered that you had wandlessly destroyed the Dark Lord, and protected Miss Probert from the Killing Curse."
"And what does everyone think of their savior being a mutant?" Harry asked, curious of their reactions. Would the Wizarding World be any different from the muggles?
"I don't believe anyone has made even the slightest negative remark regarding your powers. In fact, the ministry is looking closer at the accidental magic records. There might be a great deal more wizarding mutants than originally thought."
"What will happen to those that are found?" Harry asked
"Your professor will be notified so that he might extend an invitation to your school." Dumbledore explained calmly.
Harry nodded in understanding and they lapsed into silence. He could hear the various voices in the infirmary beyond his curtained off area. Prominent among those was the voice of the very pompous and very unwelcome Minister Fudge.
"So what happens now?" Harry asked, feeling tired and quite drained. He really wished the Headmaster would just leave.
Dumbledore regarded him for a moment before replying. "You, Harry Potter, will get well, return home, and live the life that you have made for yourself." He said with a sad smile.
Harry didn't say anything to that. At least the Headmaster wasn't going to try and make him stay. He made a face as he heard Fudge's voice getting louder. "I don't suppose you could send Fudge away? I really don't want to deal with him right now."
Dumbledore smiled at that, a small twinkle returning to his blue eyes. "I will see what I can do. Your magic is very weak at the moment, so it would be best for you to rest."
Harry nodded absently as the aged Headmaster rose and left, only to be replaced moments later by his two best friends.
"How did it go?" Asked Kurt as soon as they were in.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. He just…told me what was happening with the Wizarding World. And apparently I'm getting an award."
"About that." Said Ana. "Fudge has been pushing to see you since you woke up. We've been stalling him, and now Dumbledore is talking to him, but I don't know how much longer it will last.
Harry groaned. He really did not want to see the Minister. Speaking with Dumbledore was one thing, but listening to Fudge and all his official crap was just not going to happen. "Kurt, could you do me a favor?"
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZLater, Mme. Pomphry would be furious with him for escaping her clutches, but for now, he sighed in mild content, he would relax. Kurt had ported him to a secluded grove of trees on the edge of the lake. The castle was in the west, the sun setting behind it, casting golden light onto the lake. It seemed almost too perfect.
This had once been his home, and after the Dursley's, it had been a welcome change. He had never belonged with his muggle relatives, and he had felt, for however brief a period, that he would belong in the Wizarding World. Then his relatives had been murdered, and he had been left in Azkaban, waiting with dying hope for his friends to rescue him.
It was true, the Wizarding World was more accepting of mutants, and if it came to it, they had the option of hiding within the Wizarding World from the muggles who hated them. However, he knew where he belonged now, and it wasn't here.
The sound of rustling leaves behind him was the only warning he had that someone was coming up behind him.
"Relax kid." Came a gruff voice and Harry felt his heart rate slow. Stepping up so that he was standing beside the weakened wizard, Logan crossed his arms and gave Harry a quick once over. "The whole castle is out looking for you ya know."
"I imagine they are." Commented Harry in a light tone.
Logan made a small sound of amusement. "I'm guessin' the elf ported you here?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Harry said with a broad smile.
"Hmm." Was Logan's only response as he looked over the lake. "Chuck told me that the Headmaster was going to ask you to stay here for training."
"Yeah, Dumbledore thinks I should stay here to finish school, or at least attend a school in America."
"And you're not to happy with that idea?"
Harry frowned. "It doesn't really matter where it is I go to school. I'm known everywhere as the famous Harry Potter. At the Institute, I belong. I'm happy there." He looked up to Logan who had a hard look on his face.
"If its anonymity you're lookin' for, the Institute might not be the best choice." He said with a dark voice. "The Wizarding World accepted us a lot better then the rest of the human race." He looked at Harry. "I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but the human population is getting a lot more active. Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better. You just ended a war here, you sure you want to head back into a new one?"
This was one of the things Harry liked most about Logan. He didn't skirt around a subject just because it might upset. He had never treated Harry as a child, and never sugar coated the truth to make it easier to accept. And Harry was sure that this was the truth. He knew that this was only the beginning for mutants. He had heard the whispers here and there about the segregation laws. He had already given much thought to the situation he would be putting himself into and he was very certain about his decision.
"I'm aware of the mutant situation, and I know where I belong." He said in a very serious voice.
Logan stared at him for a long moment before giving him a rare smile. Well, it was more of a half grin, but it meant a lot more than words. "I'll send the elf when it gets dark. I think you've earned your right to have some time to yourself." Logan said before turning to leave. "You did good kid." Harry heard him say before Logan disappeared into the bush. He smiled to himself, and leaned back against the tree. Hogwarts might be a nice place to visit, but it certainly wasn't home.
REVIEWS
To those that did want Ana to die: Sorry, I just like drama.
HectateDeMort: Q: Wouldn't it be possible to Imperio him (Jamie) when he's one? A: Yes, but it's my understanding that Jamie's consciousness' slips between clones when he create copies, and I can see the spell only effecting one, so Jamie would be useless.
BlurryFuture: ………………………………… OO….. that….. was pretty good….
Music obsessed Reader: I had to take the lyrics out or else the fic might get deleted. They were removed because of the rules on lyrics. I know. It sucks.
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Yes, this is the end. There will be an epilogue to wrap everything up soon (plus some extra goodies).
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