As Harry finished signing on the dotted line, two young women casually walked into his room. They seemed to be suffering from an extreme case of the giggles and couldn't seem to control themselves around Harry.
"May I help you?" he asked.
The two girls didn't say anything for a long while. Harry just sat there staring at them until finally they ran away. Well that was weird… Harry thought to himself. I'm probably going to have to get used to that…
It seemed that group after group rotated in to visit Harry. Next through the small door was none other than Rubeus Hagrid.
"Well hello there 'arry. How're you doin'?"
"Not bad Hagrid, just a little sore is all."
"Well that's ter be expected." Hagrid scratched his head as if he had forgotten something. Surely enough he started to dig through his numerous pockets. He finally managed to pull out a box. "It's fer you te get well 'arry. It's me famous rock cakes!"
Harry was about to groan but decided to hold back any anguish as to not offend Hagrid. "Thanks Hagrid!"
"I'd love ter stay an' talk with ya 'arry, but I have some special bus'ness for Dumbledore to be gettin' to."
"Ok, thanks for coming again Hagrid."
With that the half-giant exited his small room in the hospital. The next group to come in, much to Harry's relief, was Hermione and Ginny.
"Feeling any better Harry?" Ginny asked shyly.
"Actually… I'm feeling a lot better!"
A look of shock came to the girls faces and Hermione finally got the courage to speak up. "What do you mean Harry?"
"I mean that I'm wealthier than my wildest dreams!"
"Just how wealthy are you Harry?" Hermione asked interestedly.
"Around three and a half billion galleons," he stated nonchalantly.
"WHAT?" both the girls shouted in unison.
"Oh my GOD Harry! I'm so happy for you!" Ginny bawled. She approached Harry again and took his hand. Something was still nagging Ginny and she couldn't seem to get something off of her chest. "Harry, I'm still so sorry about knocking you off your broom earlier…"
Harry couldn't believe his ears. Had he not just told her that it was alright just a few hours ago? "GINNY! It's alright, really. Don't worry about it."
"Stop agonizing over it Ginny." Hermione tried to get away from the current subject," Do you know when they are going to let you out of here Harry?"
As if on cue, a mediwitch walked in with a clipboard in her hands. "Mr. Potter, you will be able to leave in a few hours. But I must warn you that you will not have full mobility in your leg for quite awhile, you will probably need a wheelchair to get around until you gain back some of your strength. A doctor will be in to clear you and then you will be free to leave."
Harry nodded his thanks to the kind nurse and turned his attention back to Ginny and Hermione.
"Now, out of curiosity, when did Harry and loony Luna Lovegood start dating?" Harry asked laughing.
"Harry, do not call her loony!" Ginny reprimanded. "It's been a little over three weeks now. Finally my half-wit brother got something right."
This caused the trio to laugh heartily. As they were beginning to catch their breath again the doctor came in with a clipboard much like the one the mediwitch was carrying. The room fell silent as the doctor inspected every nook and cranny of Harry's leg to make sure that everything had healed properly. As he slid the cast off, Harry grimaced. Hermione and Ginny, both noting the pain that Harry was going through each grabbed one of his hands in gut reactions.
Harry's leg looked alien to him. He never though his leg could possibly get scrawnier than it already was, but he was proven wrong. Harry rubbed his hand up and down his leg feeling where the breaks had occurred. He could feel the depletion of his once strong calf and thigh.
The doctor cleared him soon after putting pressure on each of the mends to make sure that nothing was faulty.
"It seems that the surgery was a success. You should have some mobility in a few weeks, but it isn't certain whether or not you will ever gain full mobility of your leg again," the doctor informed him.
This wasn't exactly the news that Harry had wanted to hear, but he had a lot of support on his hands, notably. As the doctor left the room Harry spun himself and let his feet dangle off the side of the cot. He put his hand on Hermione's shoulder to steady himself. As he tried to right himself he found that he couldn't even put pressure on his leg without it bursting in pain. He sat back down after yelping a few times.
"Ginny, go get a wheelchair for him," Hermione ordered. She sat next to Harry. "It's going to be alright, Harry. I'll be here with you the entire time. You'll be back on your feet in no time." Hermione could tell that this wasn't really sinking in for Harry. She wrapped her arms around him and placed his head on her shoulder.
Ginny came in a few minutes later with the wheelchair. The two girls helped him into the wheelchair and when he was finally comfortable wheeled him out to the front desk where everyone was waiting. Mrs. Weasley quickly signed out Harry and they were on their way.
The group walked silently out to the ministry car that was waiting for them. It took Harry a few minutes to get into the car, but he finally made it. He really couldn't bend at the knee, so it made it quite difficult for him to fit into the cramped car. As he began to relax Hermione and Ginny joined him; Hermione on his right and Ginny on his left. They had a long trip ahead of them. After about a half hour, Harry was out on Hermione's shoulder.
Twelve hours had passed before Harry awoke. When Harry tried to move his right and left arm he found that he couldn't. He slowly opened his eyes to find a mound of burgundy and crimson in his face. Well this is quite awkward. Harry really didn't want to wake them up and get them pissed off at him for waking them up so he just lied there trying to make sure his arms didn't fall asleep.
About thirty minutes later Hermione stirred from her slumber. She kissed him on the cheek and left to go to the bathroom. This pretty much made Harry think he was in a dream, because both Ginny and Hermione were acting quite weird around him. The hospital's drugs probably haven't worn off…
A few minutes afterward, Ginny too got up and kissed Harry on the cheek. The two girls were back within ten minutes to help him get changed and into his wheelchair.
"Wait, when did I volunteer myself to be your doll? I really don't need all of this help." Harry told the two.
"Don't be stupid Harry, we're going to help you. You've had a very rough time lately, so don't even think that we're going to be leaving when you need us."
Harry wasn't really in the mood to argue, so he succumbed to their rules. The girls didn't even hesitate when they took off his pants. Without missing a beat they replaced them and in no time Harry was completely dressed again.
The trio headed across the hall to the kitchen just as Mrs. Weasley was calling everyone to breakfast. Mrs. Weasley was just at good as cooking as she had always been and didn't disappoint, this time with a large batch of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and some tea, it was certain to be a great meal.
"Where is Ron?" Harry asked to no one in particular.
"He's off spending some time with Luna Lovegood," Fred piped up from the other room.
Harry really hadn't noticed the twins when he was wheeled in, so his voice came as somewhat of a surprise to him. "God, they're pretty serious about this stuff aren't they?"
"It would seem that our little Ronniekins is in love!" George proclaimed from behind his copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Don't tease your brother Fred!"
"I'm not Fred, honestly… and you say you gave birth to us?"
"I'm sorry George… just ease up on Ronald, this is the first time he's ever had a girlfriend so lay off."
"Fine… for now…" Harry could see the devilish grins coming to the twins' faces.
Before the twins could put their thoughts into words, Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "We're going down to Diagon Alley later today, Harry you need a broom and wand if I'm not mistaken?"
"Yes that is true Mrs. Weasley."
"Then we shall do that when we go as well. We'll be leaving around two o'clock, so don't forget about it."
Harry had no idea why he would forget about it, but he decided not to say anything. When he was finished with the delicious breakfast, Harry thanked Mrs. Weasley and wheeled himself into his room. The girls trailed him in right after they finished their breakfasts as well.
Harry was starting to wonder what was going on with the girls more and more and when they both arrived in his room he decided to confront them. "What has been up with you girls? I'm telling you I can do a lot of these things by myself." Harry pleaded.
"Well we're just looking after you Harry. We don't need a reason. Plus you'll need us when we go down to Diagon Alley today."
"Yea, plus I still owe you for what I did to you…" Ginny added.
"Will you please stop the Ginny? You don't owe me anything, so please stop saying that you do."
Ginny blushed and sat down on Harry's bed. As Hermione approached the bed as well, a large owl came to the window carrying a newspaper, two magazines, and a stack of mail all addressed to Harry.
"Harry, it seems that you have some mail…"
Harry turned around to see the large stack in Hermione's hands. "Some mail? That's a lot more than some Hermione." Harry said laughing.
Hermione handed him the stack and Harry started at the bottom with the magazines. What he saw on the cover made him turn white.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Ginny asked with a worried look on her face. Harry handed her the stack of magazines. On the front of the cover was Harry… but that wasn't all… written across the top was MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR. Likewise, Ginny turned white. Hermione grabbed the newspaper and it didn't get much better. On the front of the Daily Prophet was yet another picture of Harry, but this time it had a completely different title. WITCH WEEKLY'S HOTTEST MAN. Hermione almost shrieked. Harry was right there with her.
"Where do they come up with these things?" Harry asked.
"I have no idea, but you know the media, they have tricky ways of getting things that they really want."
"Yea I guess so, Gin."
The half shriek seemed to call the attention of Mrs. Weasley.
"What's going on in here you three?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she stormed in.
Harry didn't say a thing, he just handed her the stack of magazines and the copy of the Daily Prophet he had just received. He saw Mrs. Weasley's eyes bulge in shock and then she suddenly burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Ginny asked innocently.
"Well… just that every girl in Britain is now going to want a piece of the 'Sexy Harry Potter!'" she started to laugh again.
Harry turned red and tried to hide his absolute delight. He thought if he had any positive reaction he might have a few red marks on his face, which he really didn't want at the moment. Harry could tell that the girls looked a lot more than peeved, but he didn't want to say anything. Mrs. Weasley left the room laughing after handing the stack back to Harry.
A few hours later, Mrs. Weasley returned to the small room to get the trio so they could head down to Diagon Alley for everything that they needed. Since Harry was in a wheel chair, it made floo travel impossible, so they all piled into the back of another ministry car. They put the chair in the trunk and the girls helped Harry crawl into the middle of the backseat. Yet again, both of the girls joined him, one on each side. Ginny grabbed Harry's wrist and tossed it over her shoulder. Harry got the clue and draped the other arm over Hermione's shoulder. The girls giggled and laid their heads on his chest.
Around half an hour later, they were at the Leaky Cauldron. They all clambered out of the car and headed to the back of the small bar. The girls and Harry left Mrs. Weasley at the entrance so each group could do what they had to get done.
Hermione's first place to visit was Olivander's Wand Shop to replace Harry's broken wand. When Olivander saw Harry being wheeled in he gasped.
"What happened to you Harry?"
"Ginny," Harry stated plainly.
Olivander laughed lightly. "What can I do for you on this fine day, Harry?"
"I need a new wand. Fire head over here broke mine." Ginny looked like she was about to kill Harry, but she controlled herself.
"Tsk tsk tsk… that was a great wand that she broke. Oh well, I'm sure we can find another wand that will suit the needs you have right now."
One by one Olivander brought out wands for Harry to try, because any sensible wizard would know that the wand chose the wizard not the other way around. Harry had to have gone through forty wands before he finally found one that reacted well towards him. The wand that chose Harry was a thirteen-inch hew wand with a golden dragon heartstring in its core.
"Yet again it seems that your wand has something in common with a great wizard. Although this time it isn't quite to the magnitude of Voldemort. That wand has been lying in this shop for many, many years. The other half of that heartstring wand belonged to none other than Godric Gryffindor."
Harry gasped. He really did have his way of finding things that were related to something famous. I guess famous things just come to "famous" people he reasoned with himself.
"Oh, and Mr. Potter, considering your condition I can enhance this wand for you. I can make it turn into a staff, and for your benefit, a cane."
This intrigued Harry, then something came to Harry.
Harry pulled out his wand sheath. "Mr. Olivander, could you put an emblem like this at the top of the cane for me please?"
The old man thought for awhile, then spoke," Yes, I suppose I could do that… I could also make that emblem engraved on the staff and wand when it is not in cane form if you would like."
Harry nodded his head in approval.
"Your wand will be ready in two hours time Mr. Potter. Until we meet again," and with that, the batty old man disappeared into the back room.
The trio left the store and headed to Gringott's bank in the middle of the small town. They went up to the small goblin at the main counter.
"May I help you?" the goblin asked snidely.
Harry just ignored his rudeness and told him his business. "I need to get some things out of my vault."
"Do you have your key, sir?"
Harry reached into his coat pocket and deposited the small key on the desk.
"Very well then… RELLIG!" An even smaller goblin appeared at the side of the bigger goblin.
"What is it I can do for you, Malik?" he squeaked.
"Show this young man to his vault."
Rellig gave a very low bow and beckoned the trio to follow him. When they reached the tunnels, they all jumped into one of the small carts and were off towards Harry's vault. When they finally arrived at his vault the goblin got out of the cart and opened his vault. When Harry was wheeled inside, his draw dropped at the sight of the thousands, nay millions, of stacks of galleons that were now present in his vault.
"Is there a way I can put like a card or something on my account so I don't have to carry around all of this gold?"
"Yes, we can give you something like that." The goblin handed Harry a small maroon bag.
"What is this?"
"It's one of Gringott's newest inventions. The bag is connected directly to your banking account. All you have to do is reach your hand inside the bag and think the amount that you need and it will appear in the bag. If you decide you don't need as much as you got out, just stick it back in the bag and it will be deposited back into your account. It will also work in muggle currency as well," the helpful goblin explained.
"What if I lose the bag?"
"No problem. No one but you, or someone with your consent, can get into your bag. If you find that you are missing it, all you have to do is think of it and it will appear in your pocket. Here try it." The goblin grabbed the bag out of his hands and held it out in front of him.
Harry concentrated on the bag and sure enough it disappeared from the goblin's grips and appeared safely in his pocket.
"Do you think that you could give me two more of those for the beautiful girls at my sides?" Hermione and Ginny both blushed as Rellig gave the girls each a bag, a gold one for Hermione and a silver one for Ginny. "Please open new accounts for each of them and give them an allowance of twenty-five thousand galleons a month." The goblin nodded his head and motioned for them to get back into the carriage.
When they were safely inside the cart, both of the girls started to berate him about Harry giving them money. Harry just shook his head and said," What's done is done. No more complaining." And with that, there was not another argument out of either of them.
They emerged from the underground after their short little ride and quickly exited the bank. By that time, the trio was quite hungry so they stopped to get a swift bite to eat. As soon as they were done, they continued on their shopping spree. As the group passed the quidditch shop, Harry had to stop and get a new broom. He saw in the window that Nimbus had a new broom out, the Nimbus Black Magic. It was a long sleek black broom that looked ideal for seeking, that is, if he ever got back onto the quidditch pitch again. He speedily went in and bought the broom and they were on their way again.
The girls couldn't resist not going into the robe shop since they had more money than they would ever need. Harry patiently waited for the girls to get done, but before long they had pulled him into the dressing room so he could try on things as well. Harry tried to object, but it was no use. The girls continued to change in and out of things, not even hesitating when they were just in their underwear. Harry turned his head and covered his eyes.
"What is wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked innocently
"Well, generally speaking, I don't come into the women's dressing rooms to get a look at two of my best friends."
"You don't like what you see?" Ginny spoke up.
Harry couldn't really answer. He really did like what he was seeing, but didn't have the nerve to say anything.
Before long they were done with clothes and it was just about time to pick up Harry's wand. When they arrived at Olivander's, sure enough he was waiting behind the counter with Harry's wand in hand. He showed Harry a quick demo on how the wand worked.
"The wand is connected directly to your mind, if you want it to be a cane, just think it."
Harry did as he was instructed and the wand turned into a can with an exact replica of the wand sheath.
"Thank you, Olivander. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing."
"What? I can't possibly owe you nothing!"
"I assure you, Mr. Potter you owe me nothing." He handed Harry his sheath back. "Good day Mr. Potter."
Harry strapped the sheath back onto his waist and when he saw that Olivander was no longer in sight, he left three hundred galleons on the till of the register. Harry turned the wand back into his cain.
Let's see how my legs work. Harry grabbed the cane and slowly pulled himself up. Amazingly he was able to stand and he started to walk around with somewhat of a problem, but he was mobile again and that was all that mattered to him. Harry sat back down on the chair and let the girls wheel him back out to where they were supposed to meet Mrs. Weasley to go back home.
(A/N) Hope you guys enjoyed this part of the story. As always, please READ and REVIEW. If you would like me to continue writing this story please tell me so, it is very good to hear from my readers.
-Harry's Half Brother