Chapter 40 – Returning Home

Anna took a chance and Apparated to Hogsmeade, her wounds screamed in protest and opened again. She fell to the floor and lay there looking up at the night sky. How could such a beautiful world produce such evil people she thought as she lay there looking at the stars twinkling innocently down at her. How could people do such things to malicious things to other people and think it was fun. She got up and retied her torn robes around her wounds. She didn't know where to go. Hogwarts… someone had to be there they would know what to do. As she walked through the town she saw the newspaper from that day in the garbage. Her father's face looking back at her from the front page. She picked it up and read the article.

Harry Potter admits daughter's death.

Today Harry Potter bought a new house, in a press conference held outside his house he admitted his daughter had died at the hands of You-know-who. He and his fiancée Ginny Weasley who are expecting there first child together in 8 months admitted this at 2 pm this afternoon. As soon as he said this Mr. Potter retreated back inside his house and so did Ms. Weasley shortly afterwards. We have to wonder where Mr. Potter got his information from and why it took him so long to realize what everyone already knew. That his daughter was obviously dead from the time she was taken. It is amazing he lasted this long. We send out our sorrows for Mr. Potter and hope he realizes this will not stop and now knows what You-know-who does to families and next time he says he has killed him he will be sure he has actually done so.

Anna threw the paper down. She was angry not only at the paper but at everyone. Her father had given up on her; he didn't believe she could get away. Now he was going to start a new family and they had accepted Anna wouldn't be a part of it. She was going to go back and she was going to show them that she was stronger than they thought. She didn't realize it until now… she was magically powerful… but not emotionally. She couldn't take the fact she loved someone who hated her. Her father had given up on her and was starting a family without her. I will show them I don't need them, she thought as she raised her wand said a spell then lost consciousness.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We do not wish to get your hopes up but a young girl around your daughters age has been in our care for 2 weeks now, she has been unconscious for the last week and a half and asleep for the last 4 days. Only when she woke up briefly 2 days ago, did we ask her name. She wouldn't tell us but in her sleep she said something about escaping You- Know- Who. If you could please come down and identify if she is your daughter or not, it would be greatly appreciated. Again if it is not I apologize from the bottom of my heart I have no idea what it must be like for you.

Sincerely Healer Kevin Daggles.

Harry put the letter down on the table, he had suddenly lost his appetite. He wanted to go but he didn't want to get his hopes up. Ginny was asleep in the bedroom upstairs, he would go without waking her, he didn't want everyone to be hoping it would be too much for him to deal with. He walked over to the fire place and flooed to St. Mungo's, not making much noise as to wake up Ginny, also he couldn't Apparate in his own house. He walked up to the desk clerk, his hand shaking slightly. "Hello, Anna Potters room please."

"I'm sorry sir we don't have anyone by that name here."

"Ok can I please speak to Healer Daggles, Kevin Daggles."

"He's not on duty today, next," the desk clerk said not looking up from her magazine.

"He's here I got a letter from him this morning, I want to talk—"

"Mr. Potter," a voice from behind him said. Harry turned to face a man a bit younger than him with brown graying hair.

"Err Healer Daggles," Harry said.

"Call me Kevin, Mr. Potter, if you would like to come this way I will take you so you can identify the girl," he said. Harry followed Kevin to the furthest room and they were about to go in when Kevin stopped.

"I must tell you she has injuries that might shock you, but just focus on weather or not it's her," Kevin said with a sad smile. He opened the door and Harry reluctantly took a step in. He looked at the thin pale form on the bed. Her hair was matted with blood and dirt and the grease could rival Snape's. Harry felt like throwing up as he saw the cuts, scars and bruises all over her. But he looked past them and tears filled his eyes as he recognized his daughter. He nodded at the Healer and went over to her side. He pulled over a seat and sat down next to her, gently he lifted her hand and held it in his own. A gasp escaped Anna's mouth and when Harry looked up at her eyes she was looking at him.