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Chapter 9 - Suspisions

Harry sat on one of the beds in the hospital wing, waiting for Poppy to come so they could start their appointment. She was running late because of some potion incident or something, but Harry didn't mind. He just spent the time thinking about those weeks he had spent here.

It had been a month since Harry and his friends had come here and Harry could still remember the look on Ron's face when Angel showed them the last room. His room. It had been priceless, but Harry wouldn't be surprise if he had looked like that himself.

The room had been the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen in his life. It was very big, and the walls were made out of some weird material that Harry had never seen before. He guessed that it was magical because it was so comfortable to touch and it looked so perfect. There was of course a bed too. A king size bed to be exact. It looked exactly like in the movies. It had curtains around it made of emerald green satin that matched the covers on the bed. There was also a roof window over the bed so you could look at the stars before you went to sleep. There was a beautiful desk, it too was made of the finest wood around. There was a forest green rug on the floor in the middle of the room. There was another window that faced the direction of the whomping willow and the lake, right next to Harry's personal bathroom. But the bathroom was nothing compared to the closet. It was a full size walk in closet full of clothes. -But even if the clothes all fit Harry better than any clothes he had ever had before, he wouldn't wear them even if he was paid for. They were all royalty clothes to everyone's surprise. Angel later told Harry that all royalties, Lords or special and very powerful wizards or those alike had to wear special outfit and since Harry was a Lord he had to wear these special robes, but the good news was that he didn't have to until the public would find out the truth. Angel had also told him that the Potters and Dumbledores also had a special kind of robes but didn't have to wear them because they had been lost for centuries. But even if Harry was a Potter and a Dumbeldore he still had other kind of robes. Apparently it was because he was almost a king. A part of Harry thought it all was kind of funny and it reminded him of the middle ages. He had had no idea that these kind things still worked here. Of course he had known that the minister and a few other people well respected people always wore the same robes. But it had never a cured to him that all people that were royalty had to do so. When Harry had asked Angel why he hadn't seen or heard about this before she only said that no one had actually seen the royalties and Lords and knights in over 350 years and were believed to be myth. – Next to the closet were big bookshelves with mostly DADA books but Harry could also see that one of the bookshelves contained some other kind of books. Harry's room also had a balcony. A BIG balcony. But what Harry liked the most about his room was the two portraits and all of the pictures that were on the desk and walls. There were pictures of his friends, his parents and professor Lupin and his godfather and some other people Harry knew. But the two portraits were fantastic. One was of his mother sitting, holding on baby Harry in a chair with his father standing behind her holding her around the shoulders and the other portrait was of his godfather. But unfortunately the portraits could not speak because the portraits had been made so long after James and Lily's death that Angel hadn't been able to make the portraits have their personalities. But Harry didn't mind that much. They still moved a little once in a while and that was enough for him. Not that it mattered that much, because he didn't even spent that much time in there. Most of the time he was in the library with Angel in his study times. Right after the meeting when Draco and Harry made a truce Harry had started to see Angel seven times a week to study. It was really going well too. He didn't learn that much about the courses that he learnt at school. He learnt Occlumeny, legillimency, ancients ruins, archenemy and some more. He still of course learnt DADA.

Ron, Ginny and Hermione had taken up on Angels offer and always joined the two on Mondays and Tuesdays. On those days they just learnt advance studies in what ever they felt they needed. On other days when they couldn't study with Harry and Angel the guys just spent there time in the game room or something waiting until Harry finished.

Harry thought about how close they had all become on this short time. Of course he, Ron and Mione had always been close but over the last month they had become so much closer. He didn't see Ginny as Ron's little sister anymore either. He saw her as his little sister and he knew that she saw him as her brother. But he couldn't say the same about Ron and Mione. They had already felt like his brother and sister but now... now they felt as something more. Like they were a part of him. He couldn't begun to imagine life without them. They were his only reason to life. They and Ginny.

They had helped him a lot over the last month, more than they knew. They hadn't pressured him to talk or anything. They had just been there for him. It may have seen not much but too him it had helped a lot. The diary that Angel made him write IN also helped.

Harry had been very surprised when one night when he was studying with Angel and his friends and all of the sudden they started to tell him how worried they were of him and that they missed him and Hermione even cried. Harry didn't even know that they had been worried about him. But this had obviously been planned. In the end he had finally started to write a diary, which Angel assured him that would to grate help. Which it did. Harry had written all about his life feelings and dreams into that small book, he was just glad that it was charmed so it would never finish.

Slowly after that he had started to talk again. Not about anything much, just about normal every day stuff. But it had been a huge chance.

But what surprisingly helped the most was when he became friends with James, Sirius and Remus.

He supposed it made sense tough. I mean the thing that hurt the most about his father and Sirius dying was that he never got to know them properly. Of course he knew a lot of stuff about Sirius and his life, and he knew that Sirius had loved him like he was his son, and compared to the situation they were in they were pretty close.

It just helped that Harry now knew that they had all once been happy and that Harry could be there and witness it, and get to know his father properly.

He was actually surprised on how easy it had been to make friends with them. After all the things he had heard and after what he had seen in Snape's office last year, he half expected his father to be mean to him and not to trust him. But in stead they had also accepted him even if he was going through some rough time and when he had tore himself out of it they had just been his friends.

They were now very close too. They were like the honorary members of their group.

Harry had never learnt so much about Hogwarts and in there time with his new found friends. He was just so glad that Peter hadn't taken the same likening over them as his friends. Surprisingly though he could sometimes see Draco and Peter hanging out.

Harry then thought of Draco. Even if they had made truce they still didn't talk to each other. Even if a professor pared them up. It was still weird not to hear all the insults, but it was even weirder that one of his worst ex enemies knew so many personal things about him.

At that point Harry was interrupted when Poppy entered the room. She had allowed him to call her Poppy after only three appointments. It was then he told her the truth.

The morning after the meeting with Angel, Hermione being Hermione dragged the boys (Ron and Harry) and Ginny too see Poppy. The teens could see right away that she wasn't happy that they didn't want to answer any of her questions, but luckily for them she didn't pressure the madder. She had promised Harry that she would make a special diet for him and give it to the house-elves and then she had told him that he could see her three times a week: Mondays right after classes, on Thursdays before dinner and on Sundays at three o'clock. Mione, Ron and Ginny sometimes came along, and luckily for Harry they did on his third time there.

Then Poppy came straight up to them and told them that if they didn't tell her the truth see would go straight to the headmaster and tell him that she suspected Harry being a death eater

FLASHBACK

Harry was sitting on the bed nervous. There hadn't been any change since his first time. Of course this was just his third but still... It was frustrating not being able to walk. And he hated the sympathy from his friends.

When Madam Pomfrey showed up ten minuets to late Harry saw right away that she wasn't happy.

"Mr. Jameson, I know that the story you told Dumbeldore and Mr. Potter and his friends in not true, but until know I've had no reason not to trust you and wait until you were ready to tell me the truth. But I am afraid that this can go on no longer. If you do not tell me what I wish to know I will have no choice but to tell the headmaster my suspicions of you."

"And what are your suspicions," Harry's try voice had said. This was his first time in three days he talked, "We have already told you that we were kidnapped when our village was attacked"

"Well, that may be, but some of your injures don't add up. And some of those older ones are rather bizarre. Now I demand the truth, or it will be the end of you. I'm sorry if it turns out I was wrong but I will have no choice but to tell the headmaster the way I feel"

"And that is?" Ron asked, "What on earth do you think we are?"

"Isn't ironic" Harry said in a voice that made shivers go down Ron's spine, "That a respected healer at Hogwarts suspects us to be death eaters, the boy-who-lived a death eater. What would the press say? What has the world become?" Then he let out a short forced laughter.

"Harry are you al right?" Hermione asked concerned

"I'm fine, but I suppose we need to tell her the truth" Harry said as he sighed

"But Harry you heard what..."

"Yes I know we are not supposed to. It's either that or go to Askaban. And besides she won't remember us when we leave" Harry reasoned.

His friends just nodded not finding anything else to say.

"So Madam, what do you wish to know?" Harry asked

Poppy took out a chair and sat and said" Well I don't know, everything I suppose, who do you work for, where are you from, who is the boy-who-lived, who "kidnapped" you, what do you want, why did you lie, what happened to you so you go all those injures...

"Ok, I think I'm gonna stop you right there. There is awful lot you want to know. Well firstly I will need you to but a strong silencing charm on the door so no one can hear us because my magic isn't strong enough yet and then I'll tell you our story"

When the room was safe Harry begun his story," Well I can't tell you who brought us here I'm afraid...

Poppy seemed to be about to protest so Harry continued quickly

"But don't worry, not even the people from where we come know. You see, we were never exactly attacked, but we were kidnapped. Ok, this is hard, Harry said to himself, Ok you will probably not believe this but please let us explain. We don't come from small village, in fact I have lived in London my whole life and I am not a muggle born, but a pureblood wizard who was raised in the muggle world and my friend and I have been going to Hogwarts for six years now, well five for Ginny because she is a year younger but anyway, to answer your earlier question, I am the boy-who- lived. I have been called that by the public for 15 years now for defeating the Dark Lord Voldermort at the age of One, but I rather choose to be called my real name then the-boy-who-lived so let me introduce myself. My name is Harry, Harry James Potter.

Poppy finally seemed to recognize the thing that the boy had said and promptly fainted. It only took about one second for Mione to wake her up though.

"I beg your pardon. I don't think this is funny Mr. Jameson...

Harry but a weak silencing charm on her, but it still worked well enough so he continued.

"And these are my friends Hermione Granger and Ron and Ginny Weasley. The reason you have never heard of these things I just told you or that you have never seen us around before is because we don't come from here. We come from the future"

END FLASHBACK

Harry thought back to the time and smiled. It had taking them dozen of silencing charms and hours of explaining until she believed them. So now Poppy was the only person that knew who Harry really was and Dumbeldore knew it and he wasn't happy about it, not that Harry cared. He was still very mad at the headmaster but it was hard to be mad at him for something the man hadn't done yet.

"Well Harry I have good news to day Harry" Poppy said smiling ripping him out of his thoughts again.

"And they are?" Harry asked

"Well I remember that you told me that you loved DADA, and well I thought you might want to know that Dumbeldore is opening a duelling club for fifth years or older so that they can help defence the castle if they need. You don't have to go, but I thought it might be nice for you the first meeting is tonight after dinner. But anyways let get this over and done with eh?"

"It was an half an hour later he found himself being asked questions from Ron and Hermione about how things were going.

"Well I feel my legs most of the time now, but I can't move them much. Poppy says that after about a month I could probably move my knee, but right now I can only move my toes sometimes. Maybe I can even try to walk again after few more months," Harry said hopefully

"That's grate made, James said, so are you going to go too the duelling club to night?

"Er, I can't but I don't know about those two," Harry said pointing at Mione and Ron

"Actually Harry we can all go, we have the night off, specially to go to the duelling club" Mione said beaming

James was looking at them tensely. They were always hiding something and disappearing somewhere. And they never talked about there past either James thought, but then forced himself to stop think like this. They were his friends not some death eaters, but some times it got annoying on how many secrets they kept from him.

If only James knew what was about to happen to night...

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Hello everyone... I know this is a rather short chapter but it's 3 in the morning and I am almost a sleep here and I thought this was as good as any place to end. But I promise that I'll post the tenth chapter before Tuesday....

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