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Chapter 2: Getting the right answers.

Seated in one of the many comfy couches at St. Mungos waiting room, Hermione looked tenderly at the sleeping redhead man in her lap. Ever since the last seconds of the final battle, she and Ron have been waiting in St. Mungos for nearly two days to finally get to meet their best friend, Harry. Hermione winced briefly in disgust at the loud snores that Ron made during his sleep causing many tired and annoyed patients to glare at the couple.

Even though Ron might have "a teaspoon of emotion" or "room temperature IQ" as so pointed out gladly by Malfoy, Hermione still loved Ron. During rough times in the war, he would protect her with his life and show that Gryffindor bravery and loyalty proudly. Even thought some aspects of Ron might be a bit, reckless, Ron had the heart enough to love Hermione and that was all she needed to love him back. Gently brushing her fingers through Ron's fiery red hair, Hermione didn't notice a medi-wizard walking towards the couple.

Hermione looked up in shock as the medi-wizard grunted before holding out his hand. "Good evening Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," looking amusingly at the large man's head in Hermione's lap. "My name is Dr. Louis." Hermione shook Ron awake.

"Huh, what? Not now Mum, five more minutes," Ron managed to mumble before rubbing his check deeper into Hermione's lap.

The medi-wizard's face turned from amusement to serious as he summoned a white see-through clipboard into his hand with a swish of his wand. "About Mr. Potter's wellness..."

This got both Ron's and Hermione's attention as Ron practically jumped off of the couch and landed, hard, on the white carpet of the waiting room. Hermione abruptly stood up wide-eyed at the news of their best friend. "What about Harry! He's fine right?"

Ron, after rubbing his back and neck a couple of times, slowly stood up before putting an arm around Hermione's waist. "Will we be able to see him doctor?" Ron asked seeming pretty tense.

Dr. Louis's serious expression turned into a soft smile before answering, "Yes, Harry has just woken up and is apparently threatening one of our nurses for answers to his questions. We thought it would be best if you answered his questions."

Both Hermione and Ron nodded and replied, "Lead the way doctor," following Dr. Louis through a series of hallways and passages before walking into an elevator. The Doctor shouted out "St. Mungos, special treatment center, eighteenth floor," to the speaker. After a brief moment of not moving, the elevator suddenly zoomed up and in a matter of seconds. The elevator doors opened revealing hundreds of medi-wizards in their long white robes bustling around carrying clipboards and pushing carts full of medications and potions.

"This way," Dr. Louis instructed turning a left and leading Hermione and Ron into another maze of hallways. Finally reaching door 119, the doctor slid the tip of his wand into a slot attached to the door before swiping it down like a credit card scanner. The door beeped and was unlocked. Hermione and Ron practically ran into the room eager to see Harry.

Harry was at the time frantically trying to crawl into a sitting position before wincing in pain at his stomach's scars before lying back down. Turning his head right, Harry saw a middle-aged man with brown hair wearing white robes lead two people into the room. One with Fiery red hair and one with wavy brown hair that fell down to just below her shoulders.

Harry beamed before wincing in pain again. Curse these scars, now I have to deal with all of you. And to feel this much pain just to smile! "Hermione! Ron!"

Hermione and Ron ran to Harry's beside promptly before kneeling on each side of his bed and taking each one of his hands into their own. Hermione was the first to talk.

"Harry your alright. How are you feeling!" Harry smiled before wincing and talking slowly.

"I'm feeling bloody fine, except these damn scars!" Harry remarked gesturing to the small gashes on his face. "Okay, Hermione, you being the one with almost all right answers. I need them, fast. I'm growing crazy sleeping my arse off in this white room. All I know is that I defeated Lord Voldomort." Ron cut off Harry before he could speak another word.

"Bloody hell mate, you've just destroyed the dark lord. You deserve all the rest you need. I asked one of the nurses outside and she said that you will be ready to leave tomorrow. All I'm asking you right now is to make sure you don't break anything else and we'll pick you up tomorrow evening. Everybody's aching to finally see you again. Mum yelled in my face yesterday morning for not being here in St. Mungos in case you needed help. Ginny's worried sick about you!" This caught Harry's attention as his emerald eyes lit up.

"Ginny? Is she alright?"

Ron spoke out calmly. "Yea, she's alright but she's been acting strangely these couple of days. Sometimes, she misses you like there's no tomorrow. At other times, she just doesn't want to mention you. Women." Hermione reached across Harry's bed to slap Ron on the arm before turning her attention back to Harry.

"Harry, we need you to be a good boy and stay in bed. We will be having a party at the Burrow so make sure you will be prepared to meet everyone." Hermione's playful face turned serious. "I mean everyone. Mad-eye Moody, Tonks, you name it." Ron then burst out from excitement.

"Can you believe it! That nut Cornelius Fudge finally got booted from his position in Minister of Magic. The new Minister of magic will be William Samson! He's definitely a better Minister considering his younger years being an auror and his recent years being a politician! We definitely will be seeing no corruption in the ministry any time soon!"

Harry was slightly dizzy from all the information shared about the New Year. Geez, I'm missing a lot just sitting in this bed. I need to get out. "Alright guys, hold out on the rest of the information. I'm glad that you two came. The doctor wouldn't let anyone else come. He said only close friends and family and since the whole Weasley family is huge, I decided with just my two best pals."

Suddenly, a nurse rushed into the room shooing Ron and Hermione from his bed. Ron yelled out before he got pushed out the door. "We'll see you tomorrow Harry!"

Harry yelled through the open doorway. "Don't be late Ron or I will personally get out of this bed and curse you into next century. I don't think I can stand this forced hibernation any longer!"

Dr. Louis appeared back in the doorway. "Now Mr. Potter, you need your rest. There are many people expecting your presence for the giving of the ceremony at the Ministry Ball occurring in ten days. Get your rest."

Harry grinned before taking another sip of his sleeping potion. Yep, tomorrow will be another busy day, along with the next few days. But hey, no more Voldomort crawling on my doorstep awaiting to murder me in one way or another. I guess I can take that.

Authors Note: Well I'm just saying that his story will be a novel-length story. Next few chapters...What's going to happen at the Burrow? If you have any review or suggestions, do write comment them out to me.

This chapter has been edited.

-Apac