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Chapter 11

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"So, your mister Harry Potter, eh?" The healer asked walking into the room. Harry sat on his bed, in his norm clothing attire. Hermione sat in the chair next to the hospital bed.

"Do you think you're ready to be released?" The healer asked.

"Yes sir." Harry responded. The healer then looked around Harry's body, using his wand.

"Everything looks okay. You are free to go home, under a few certain conditions. First, you must sign these release forms." He flicked his wand and they appeared in his hands. She handed these to Harry and a quill that was in his hands. "Also, for the next three days, you are not to do magic, including go to work. You need to relax to heal." The healer than turned to Hermione, "You, Mrs., must make sure he follows this, yes?"

Hermione shook her head in agreement. Harry then signed the paper. The healer than announced that they were free to go home. To get there, Harry had to use side by side apparatation, something he was never in favor of but had gotten use to. When they arrived, all the Weasley's (except Fred and George), and Draco, were there awaiting his arrival.

"Hey mate, glad to have you back," Ron said while giving Harry a pat on the back. Everyone who was there then came up to Harry; one by one and either gave him a hug or a handshake. Each one of them was really glad to see the Boy who lived still alive. Each gesture sent a painful jolt into his stomach. Harry tried to ignore the pain, but he wasn't very successful. He knew if he mentioned this to anyone, he would be sent back to St. Mungo's.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, noticing the odd expression on his face. Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at him.

"Yeah, of course," He answered. Everyone turned back and continued to talk. Harry started talking again, but Hermione kept a watchful eye on him. She noticed that his facial expression didn't change. She could tell he was in pain. Hermione grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen, so they could talk alone.

"Harry, are you hurting?" Hermione asked. "And don't lie to me, because I know when you are by now."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "I've got this sharp pain in my stomach. But, I really don't want to go back to the hospital."

"Don't worry; just let me have a check at it."

Harry agreed and sat down on the countertop. Hermione then lifted up Harry's shirt. She took out her wand and started doing some odd spells, just like the healer did. Harry had no idea what she was doing, but trusted her with his life. She started massaging his stomach, trying to make it feel better.

"There's nothing wrong. You just need to relax. I personally think you need to go lay down." She said.

"Well, what are we suppose to do about all of our company; I don't want to tell them I'm in pain and have them be worried."

Hermione thought for a few seconds, and then came up with an idea. "I think I know who can get them to leave," she said to Harry/ She then screamed, "RON!"

Ron opened the door and came into the room. "Yeah, you called?"

"Um…Harry's not feeling well." She started. "We were wondering if you could get everyone leave without telling them."

"So you're saying you want me to kick everyone out of our house."

"Noo…" Harry said. He now had his hand in between his shirt, clutching his stomach.

"No, not exactly. We just want you to make up a lie or something to get them out of here for now."

"Wow, Hermione, now you want me to lie, you've really changed." Ron said jokingly. "I'll do it. I think I've got an idea." With that he ran out of the room, leaving Harry and Hermione dumbfounded.

"Well, there all gone."

"What already?" Harry asked when Ron re-entered the room.

"Wait, how?" Hermione asked, unsure of how Ron could get them gone, in a matter of a few minutes.

"Easy, if you have the brain." Ron said, trying to act smart. "And lived with Fred and George your whole life." He muttered. "I just told them that they blew up half their store testing out a new invention."

"And they all left because of that?"

"Yeah, anything for Fred and George. Probably hoping they'll give them free products if they do."

"They actually believed it?" Hermione asked. "Because I wouldn't."

"Well, everyone's not you," Ron said smart alleck-ly.

After a few minutes Harry decided he suffered enough pain and tried to make his way to his bedroom. Hermione escalated him up, making sure he was okay.

The next morning Hermione and Ron got up to go to work. Harry stayed in bed, sleeping, as he did not have to go to work over the next few days, healer's command. Ron got up and made Hermione breakfast, being a gentleman. He also felt bad that her husband was hurt and someone was trying to kill him. He made bacon and eggs, and to drink coffee for her and orange juice for himself. They both apparated to London in an awkward silence.

At the end of the work day, Hermione came home first, way before Ron. She opened the door and found Harry, sitting on the couch. She took a seat next to him, hoping he felt better than the day before. He did, a lot better. Hermione than made supper, still not wanting Harry to move a muscle just incase. It took them about an hour to eat, meaning it was two hours after Hermione got home. The odd thing was Ron wasn't home yet. He hardly ever stayed out on weekdays, no matter what.

It was getting late, later than the couples normal bedtime. Hermione got up to help Harry travel up the stairs. She took his hand and helped to pull him up. He stood up, very unstably. As soon as he was straight up, a loud noise echoed throughout the whole room. Hermione accidentally let go of Harry's hand, the noise catching her off guard. Harry also jumped. Both of these two motions made Harry fall back onto the couch.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said apologetically.

"Don't worry." Harry said. "Ron!" He said, overlooking Hermione and seeing that he just apparated home. "Don't you dare do that again. You scared the living daylights out of me and Hermione."

"Well, guess what, I've got some good news for you guys."

"What" Harry asked.

"I've got a date." He answered.

"What?" they both said in usion.

"With who?" Harry asked/

"Lavender Brown"

Hermione almost choked. "Oh little Ronnikins."

"Well, at least I won't have to worry about someone running around being jealous of her." Ron said jokingly.

"Hey, I heard you started it, thinking I snogged Krum, oh please." She said in a joking voice also.

"Oh come on." Harry said. "Aren't you supposed to be married to me?"

"Oh, yeah, that's right I forgot." Ron said. He walked up to Harry and grabbed his hand. "I'm so sorry honey." He then smacked his lips together making these kissing noises. "Oh Harry, I love you."

Smooch

"Get off," Harry said, laughing hysterically.

"Alright you two, enough horsing around." Hermione said.

"Yeah, were going to bed." Harry stated.

"Make sure you close the door. I don't want to be hearing funny noises all night."

"Ron!" they both screamed together.

"You little pervert." Hermione said.

"Hey, just think, I've got a date," He said braggingly.

Hermione helped Harry up and mad sure he was okay walking up the stairs. She rolled her eyes when leaving the room, but could not hold back from the huge grin forming on her face.

It was the next day, later at night. Harry feeling guilty about making everyone leave had invited Ginny and Draco over for some take-out supper. All four of them were gathered around the table. Ron was gone with who knows where, with who knows who. They stayed as far away from the attack conversation, remembering exactly what the healer said.

Hoot hoot (AN-I know, you know exactly what that is, but I couldn't think of another noise for it)

There was a weird noise coming from there bedroom. It sounded like something was up stairs, crashing into the door or walls.

"What was that? Hermione asked.

"Probably just the wind," Harry said, making an excuse.

They heard the noise again and again.

"That definitely isn't the wind, Harry." Hermione said. "I'm going to check it out." She got up, not wanting Harry to get up. She ran upstairs and followed the noise.

"Where'd your father say he was, Gin?" Harry asked her.

"The ministry called him into work." She answered. "What about Ron?"

"No idea. He hardly ever tells me where he's going now."

Hermione then climbed back down the stairs, with something in her hand. "It definitely wasn't the wind." She explained. "It was an owl, carrying a letter for you Draco." By that time she had made it all the way downstairs.

"For me?" Draco asked.

She nodded her head and handed it to him. He examined the writing on the scrawl. The writing was very familiar, but he couldn't place a finger on exactly who it was. He opened it. Not even by the end of it, his mouth gaped open.

(Letter)

Mr. Draco Malfoy:

We have sent you this letter to inform you that in an hour we will need your presence at the Ministry of Magic, Aurors department. From here you will be taken to Azkaban prison, because you have been found guilty of attemptive murder.

Rufus Scrimgeouer

"Bloody hell."

"Minister, I didn't do it!" Draco said very roughly. "I did not try to kill Harry! I would never try to hurt him."

Draco sat across from the Minister of Magic in a small, tight office. There was a desk separating the two of them. The atmosphere was very tense, Draco making it that way. The door opened, and Harry barged in. (AN- Yeah, he can walk, it's like 5 days since the hospital.)

"Minister, he didn't do it." Harry yelled.

"Harry, you were knocked out." The minister said a little too calmly. "We have plenty of evidence against him."

"But I know he didn't do it."

"Harry, there's nothing you can say. Draco is found guilty and will be taken to Azkaban tonight."

AN-Well, chapters should be coming more quickly, as my weekends are slowly dying down. Plus, I have two days off from school this week. Yay. I should have another update next weekend hopefully, but I have been trying to make them longer, as you can tell. Review please.

Kelly