A / N: Harry Potter is not mine, this is a story of a fan.
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(BSC 1) C19 two weeks Of Hell

Everyone was sitting around Harry's bed. Harry who had collapsed after his body had driven out the piece of Voldemort's soul, which was stuck behind his scar. It was something that nobody had foreseen. According to Poppy everything was going to be okay with him, but, unfortunately, there was still a long way to go.

His magical core was virtually empty. But there were indications that it was refilling itself and that alone was a good sign. It also seemed much larger than that it was before. But that was something she would look at later in the day when and if she had the time.

Bella and Daphne were sitting on either side of his bed. Both of them had been there for the last two days and had not moved an inch away from his sides. Whatever their parents had tried, they could not get them to leave him alone. Everything from that point on was according to Bella and Daphne only devoted to Harry Potter. Every hour Isabella came to look at Harry and the two girls. She herself sat down and then glanced at the ladies. With admiration, she watched the ladies remained loyal to Harry with everything they did. And in their faces, she could see that they were both deep in thought.

Bella just could not believe it when she thought back about the last few years they had had together. Every time Harry had been with her, he himself was holding a battle inside his head. He had that piece of Voldemort in his head, and that was what he was fighting. And still he was there to help her whenever she needed him. And now Harry was just lying there completely still. Bella had taken it on herself to not leave his side. Daphne was just like her, she only left his side to go to the toilet or to bathe herself. And then only one left his side, never at the same time. Neville, Susan, and Hermione had always taken their place when one had gone away.

Professor Dumbledore had twice tried to come to look at Harry, and he had failed both of those times. As headmaster, he had never experienced this. The first time he was literally blown out of the infirmary by Poppy Pomfrey. She had been the nurse of the school for the last twenty years and had never gone against him. The second time he was there, he was removed from the infirmary by Augusta Longbottom, and again it had been without warning and extremely violent, this was according to him. Now he was going to try it for the third time.

This time it was David Greengrass who stood in front of the headmaster.

"Let me in David, I want to know how Harry is doing, he is, after all, one of my students," he said in a fatherly tone.

David looked at Daphne and saw her as well as Bella shaking their heads violently. "I am sorry Albus. Young Mr. Potter cannot receive any visitors at this time; it is not permitted by Poppy Pomfrey. So I request you kindly to leave the infirmary and give Mr. Potter his well-deserved rest".

Albus knew he had to do it differently and rose to his full height "I want you to know that I'm still the Headmaster of this school".

When Albus was telling that sentence, it was enough for Amelia to stand up. From out of the corner of her eye she saw that Minerva also got up from her chair. Her eyes were full of fire and hatred. Amelia did not want Minerva to go toe to toe with Albus, at least not yet. Because if there was one person who would be willing to drink the blood of Albus Dumbledore at this point in time. It was none other than Minerva McGonagall herself.

Amelia stood face to face with Albus. "Albus Dumbledore, " she said. But she could not keep the venom out of her voice. "Harry Potter is now under my protection. I, as head of the DML, will ensure that young Mr. Potter gets the rest he deserves. Mr. Potter was mistreated in a very bad way when he was a child. Therefore, I will not rest until I have captured the criminal. Or the criminals who have done this, so I assure you, Albus, I will search until I captured them, and I will leave no stone on turned. And I was also told that I am his magical Guardian. I do not know why I was not told this before, or who has made me his magical Guardian, that is also one of the things I have to find out".

The color in the face of Albus was slowly draining away upon hearing those words. And Amelia knew right away that she was on the right track with her questions. It was clear beyond a doubt that Albus knew more of this. Which was further confirmed by the way he ran off.

Poppy Pomfrey was working every day to restore the old wounds of Harry. Every day she vanish two of his bones and then immediately let them regrow. Unfortunately, Poppy Pomfrey could do nothing about the scars that Harry had on his body, even if she wanted to it just could not be done.

Harry was slowly turning into a pretty boy. (Not that he was not a beautiful boy before this). But he was no longer a little shy, frightened young boy that walked in at the beginning of the year. The friends came one by one on the hour to relieve Bella and Daphne. Daphne or Bella could in this way go to the toilet or do something else if they needed to. It was at one of those moments that Bella was alone with Susan.

"Susan, " Bella asked a little shy. "How did you get your aunt here so fast, just like Daphne did with her parents and Neville did with his grandmother".

Susan looked at her quizzically. With her hand, she pulled a chain from under her sweater. "This is a necklace that I got from my auntie. It is bewitched so that I can call her if I'm in danger, or that there is something bad. She immediately knows where I am. And I have activated it just outside the Hogwarts wards. In this way, my auntie can Apparate near me. I suppose Neville and Daphne Also have a chain or something like that to call their parents and grandmother". While Susan was telling this to Bella, she was looking at Harry with a sad look in her eyes.

Bella saw the sadness in her eyes and said nothing; she was just waiting for what was to come

"When I saw the scars on his chest and his back while he hovered over his bed. I just could not believe that this had happened to Harry. He saved our world when he was just a baby. And it cost him his mother and father, and I ask you why. My aunt also told me that Harry had to be protected whatever happens. He had to live with Muggles to be safe and again, I ask you, why. To be hit over and over again, and all the other thinks we do not yet know about Harry.

Therefore I had to get her back here, just because Harry deserved to be loved. And I think that Neville and Daphne had exactly the same thoughts as me".

Again Susan looked sadly over at Harry. With her right hand she wiped a stray tear away. "During the war I, just like Harry lost both of my parents. My Auntie has taken me into her home. Although I miss my parents, my aunt looked after me with all the love she could give me. And Harry, PPPHHHFFF Harry had been mistreated. Without Harry, I never had a dear Auntie and I might not even be alive".

Bella looked at Susan and now she knew a little about what Harry meant to many wizards and witches.

Bella could do nothing but nod. She knew Susan was right, but could not say anything about Harry. Together they looked at Harry, and saw how his face was contorted in pain. Bella told her that Harry was re-crowing new bones, and that Poppy could do nothing about his scars. Harry already had grown a little more than four inches. Bella began to see that Harry looked better with every hour that passed. But could not help to ask herself why. Why Harry had to go to those muggles and not his grandmother. And why has no one rescued him from it. But above all, why had all this had to happen to Harry.

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Meanwhile, there was a meeting, in the office of Professor McGonagall. McGonagall had invited everyone who had seen Harry. David was the only one who went back home. He would go to the Ministry to gather information on Harry. Amelia Bones had just returned from the ministry, she did have a meeting with Minister Fudge. Although she did not seem happy with what she had learned while she was over there.

"How did your meeting with the Minister go" Minerva asked.

Amelia threw her hands in the air. "You will not believe this Minerva. Minister Fudge will only talk to Dumbledore and Dumbledore alone. He does not believe us; we are just doing this to get our hands on Harry Potter he said. We are doing this for personal gain he said to me. I do not think he would have done something about it, even if he had believed us".

This was an answer that most of them had expected. The minister was afraid that he would be thrown from his throne. And as predicted he would say and do anything to prevent that. Fudge knew only too well that most witches and wizards still had a blind faith in Dumbledore. And he would use it with complete conviction.

Minerva was turning her ring around her finger. In her mind she asked, what would house Potter have done with a minister like this.

Isabella saw that Minerva was thinking. "Minerva what do you think Harry would want you to do if he was here now".

"The first thing Harry would want is a house for him and me. It's almost Christmas and we have not yet found a home for us. I know we have to go to Gringotts. There, we can read the testament of James and Lily Potter. Only then we can go to the Prosper estate. The Potter castle stands on the estate and it will be public knowledge after the New Year" Minerva told them.

Isabella looked at her doubtfully. "Then it's settled" she said. "You along with Arabella and Bella will come to the Greengrass estate. There, you and Harry will celebrate Christmas with us".

Minerva looked grateful at Isabella. She would therefore keep it a surprise for the children.

"We need to do something about the chairs that Dumbledore, is holding in the Wizengamot". Augusta told to anyone who was in the room.

Amelia immediately responded to that. "I do not think it will give a big problem, if we do something about that. Minerva only needs to do one thing to make it possible. If she walks into one of the meetings from the Wizengamot, and show her family ring at that time to everyone in the room, then the 18 Potter seats will be hers. And there's nothing that Dumbledore or anybody else can do about it".

Augusta chuckled a little when she heard that. When everyone looked at her after she had chuckled she explained why.

"Well Amelia you told us that Harry has 18 seats in the Wizengamot, Albus only uses four of them, I do not think he knows of the other fourteen. I know that house Longbottom has four seats. Your house, house Bones has two. That's 24 seats together. If we take the six seats of House Greengrass with it, then we have 30 seats in the Wizengamot. Now, there is one seat in the Wizengamot that has been out of use for many years now. That seat is named House McGonagall. And that seat can belong to house Potter. All Minerva has to do for this is to link house McGonagall to house Potter. At that time, we have 31 seats. That is slightly more than 60% of the Wizengamot. We then whit some luck can change everything we want. The only thing I do not know how we should do it. The best thing would be if we could get a further 8 seats. Then we have 75% of the Wizengamot then anything we say will be as it is, and there's nothing they can do about it" Augusta explained

The whole talk about the Wizengamot was something that Minerva had never really understood. She had never been good at politics and did not know what it really meant. What she did know was that with this company, they were able to rule the whole country. So she also understood that Harry had a group of friends around him that can be very influential when they are older. In thinking about that, she realized she could be quite proud of her grandson. He had friends who would be there for him, and who are there for him. Bella and Daphne had not departed from his side, since his fall during his Quidditch match. Susan Hermione and Neville had in turn cared for them. They came regularly to the infirmary to bring them food and it gave them the rest they needed. This was something that had not gone unnoticed by the other adults. David Greengrass even praised them as to what they had done. They even did all their homework on his bed, and they did it together

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Harry had not experienced anything of what had happened around him; from the moment he had fallen from his broom. Poppy Pomfrey kept him sleeping and brought him all sorts of potions. She also preformed several spells that helped him with his other injuries. His face was one of constant pain, and it was a sight which he held for twenty-four hours non-stop.

It was something that made Bella and Daphne cry. Each day they sat beside him. And every day they held his hands.

For Bella, it was the most difficult thing she had to do. With all the strength she had she tried to stay awake. She did not want to have a new nightmare. It was not so much for her but more for Harry. He had to be healed and get better. And it would not help if she had a dream with Voldermort. She had to stay awake because if she did not sleep, then Harry did not have to help her.

It was also why Arabella had often come to her side, in this way she could go to sleep for a couple of minutes at a time. Although everyone went home every evening, Arabella was authorized by Minerva to stay at her own personal chambers in the castle. Minerva had placed a second bed in her personal chambers. And it was there especially for Arabella. Albus had tried to deny anyone to stay in the castle, but Amelia had put a stop to that. Everything was now done in the name of the Ministry and the head of the DMLE.

It was also in one of her naps that Bella heard that voice again. "Kill him now, you can do it now".

Arabella could tell that Bella was getting restless, and therefore knew what was happening. She then tried to wake up Bella with everything she had.

"Kill him, strangle him, grab a pillow and suffocate him" said the voice in her mind.

"Wake up Bella you have to fight him. Wake up you must fight him. "Arabella tried everything but Bella did not wake up.

Poppy had heard the commotion and came running into the infirmary. It was on a Saturday afternoon when it happened, and everyone was in the office of Poppy at That Time.

"Kill him. He is so close, kill him" the voice sounded again in her mind.

Slowly, Bella began waving her arms around. She was fighting him. She did not wanted to call Harry, whatever he did. But Voldemort wished she did. And now she knew who it was. She had seen his face in the plume of smoke that came from the head of Harry.

"Call him, and kill him" Voldemort said.

"No, Harry has to get better, I cannot call him, GO AWAY" Bella Screamed.

This was the line that everyone heard in the infirmary. It was also the line that caused everyone to come into the infirmary.

"Poppy, can you wake up Harry so he can help her" was the question Minerva asked.

"I'm sorry Minerva. Harry is in a magical sleep, I gave him a mild version of the draft of the living dead. He can only wake up when I get him out of that magical sleep. If I get him up, he would wake up in about five hours. And then he's as limp as a Vlubberworm. There is nothing else I can do; Bella will have to fight him alone".

David sat on one side of the bed where Bella was lying on. He heard Arabella telling everyone that Bella was fighting with Voldemort in her head. Yet he could not understand what that meant.

Augusta told him that Bella was actually Bellatrix Black. And also what her Husband and Voldemort had done together, how they had used Bellatrix for their dirty work, and framed her for all of it. However, no one had seen Neville, who stood in the doorway of the infirmary and was listening to what they said.

Bella began waving her hands around her in a wild way. "No, I cannot call for Harry," Bella shouted.

"Just kill him Bellatrix, if you do that, then you never hear from me again. Now if you kill him, you can sleep peacefully" the voice sounded in her head.

Everyone in the infirmary could clearly hear what Bella said or shouted in her dream, but no one could hear what Voldemort was shouting at her in her dream. Tears were rolling down the cheeks of Bella. Voldemort was standing right in front of her, his nose almost touching hers. His red eyes burning with hatred and were looking straight into hers. "Kill him Bellatrix, obey your master. Kill him now Bellatrix" Voldemort screamed again.

"No Harry, help me Harry," she could not stand it anymore.

In the bed next to her Harry began to toss and turn. He was fighting against the mild brew of the living dead.

Poppy looked at him in horror. "That cannot be, no one can come out of that magical sleep, on his own. That's not good. Harry will kill himself if he continues with this".

This was what drew Neville over the threshold. Out of the door opening Neville ran and jumped on the bed next to Bella. "I am with you Bella. Let me help you" Neville said.

Bella's eyes snapped open and looked right into those of Neville.

Neville's eyes turned away in his head and he fell limp beside Bella. Neville did not know what exactly had happened it was new to him. For Bella this also was very new.

Neville was now standing in front of?

He did not know where he was but there was a grown woman, crying. She was sitting in a corner of the room in a dilapidated mattress with her head in her hands. She looked much older in his eyes, but also very familiar to Neville, though he did not know why. It was a small room with a very small window, there was light from the window but not much, it brought the room into a kind of twilight. Neville sat down beside her on the mattress, a bit smelly but he did not care. "Hi I'm Neville" Neville whispered softly.

It was an adult Bellatrix who looked back at Neville with red eyes from crying and a sorrowful look in her eyes.

There he stood in the doorway watching Bellatrix and Neville. "If it is not little, little Neville Longbottom" Voldemort said with a sadistic voice. "Bellatrix do me a favour and kill him. Now kill him for real this time" Voldemort said, a little frustrated.

Bellatrix looked at Neville and back to Voldemort. "No, I do not kill Harry, and I will not kill Neville. I did not kill him when he was a baby, and I will not kill him now, he's my friend" Bellatrix said braver than she actually was

For Neville, this again was a turning point. For years he had believed that his parents were tortured by Bellatrix. And now he was going to help her, everything for his first and true friend Harry, but also his friend Bella. And now he heard Bellatrix telling exactly the same thing as his grandmother had told to David Greengrass. Bellatrix Black had saved him then, and was never responsible for his parents' abuse. Braver than he had ever dared to think he was. Neville stood up and as a rock he stood between Bellatrix and Voldemort. "O- OKAY B- BR- BRING IT ON V-VO-Voldemort." He shouted.

Bellatrix Cried but got up and stood next to Neville. She would never have believed it if someone had told her that little Neville, would be standing toe to toe with Voldemort.

"I said kill him. Kill him now" Voldemort screamed again.

Bellatrix looked at Neville. "Get Harry, he is scared of him. Harry is the only one who can do it, I know you tried, but he is so much stronger than us" she told Neville.

Of out of nowhere Voldemort shouted "Crucio". Neville fell to the ground right infront of Bellatrix and screamed out of pain. While Neville was lying on the ground he lay twitching and turning in odd angles.

Augusta, Arabella, David and Isabella were standing around the bed.

With disgust they looked at Neville. They first had seen his eyes turning away inside his head. And now he was screaming in pain. Augusta held him. "What in Merlin's name had happened between these two".

"Harry help us, he's doing something to Neville. He's hurting him". It was the cry of Bella that made Harry fight even more against the magical sleep.

Poppy did everything she could think of to get Harry to calm down again. Minerva helped her with everything she could think of. "He cannot wake up Minerva. It may be his death if he does. We must restrain him "Poppy shouted at Minerva. Amelia also joined in to help them with Harry.

Neville was in the room lying on the ground. Voldemort had lifted the curse, but kept his wand pointed at Neville. He had a snide grin on his mouth. Bellatrix was Weeping and held onto Neville.

"Bellatrix, Are you going to kill Harry now or do I need to placed little Longbottom under the Cruciatus curse again" sneered Voldemort.

Neville was shaking in the arms of Bellatrix when she laid him on the ground. Bellatrix stood up and took a stand against him.

"Look, look Bellatrix wants to take on her lord" Voldemort shouted to her in a patronizing tone.

"It's over, I'm Bella Smith and I am no longer your servant" Bella whispered back.

"In that you are wrong Bellatrix, I am your lord and I will rule over you, IMPEREO". Bellatrix's eyes were glassing over. Neville immediately noticed that she was under his control. "Now listen carefully Bellatrix, You are first going to kill that annoying Longbottom boy and then you will kill Harry Potter."

"Bellatrix do not do it. You have to resist him, call for Harry" Neville was begging her

"I do not think so Longbottom. Bellatrix is in my power and she will obey me".

Bellatrix was sitting across from Neville and slowly brought her hands to his neck.

Around the bed they saw how Bella was sitting upright. Even there she brought her hands to the neck of Neville. It was crazy to watch. Neville did not resist. He whispered to Bella. "Resist him Bella, you must resist him. Do not let him win, call for help, call for Harry".

"He's so strong. I'm sorry Neville," she whispered back. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Every muscle in her body seemed to resist the Imperius curse. And every word that they had whispered was heard by everyone around the bed.

Voldemort looked at her. "Harry cannot help you. He is weak and I am more powerful than him. Harry has never loved you Bellatrix".

The grip that Bella had on the neck of Neville slackened something, No one in the infirmary heard Voldemort. But the look in their eyes told them that something had happened that had hurt Bella very much.

"Do not believe him Bella. Harry does love you, call him, he will be there for you" Neville told her.

"Kill him, kill him NOW".

The grip had Bella's neck Neville became tighter, and her tears flowed faster and faster down her cheeks. "HARRY HELP, I CAN NO LONGER PREVENT HIM FROM USING ME. HARRY HELP, HELP ME". Neville had to struggle a little to breathe.

The scream that followed went straight to the bone. "No Harry NOOOOO" Minerva's voice sounded through the infirmary.

Everyone looked up to Minerva. Harry sat straight up in his bed. His eyes were open and had a hatred look at Bella. Then everything went very quickly. Harry got out of bed and sat down by the side of Neville. With both hands he grabbed the hands of Bella. "Let him go Bella" he whispered softly, still with the hatred in his eyes.

Bella looked at Harry. Now the eyes of Harry turned away. But Harry did not go limp, he remained sitting upright. The grip from Bella relaxed a bit. Harry was now standing in the same room as Bellatrix and Neville. An adult Bellatrix had her hands around the throat of Neville. Neville looked at Harry.

Bellatrix saw him through her tears "Harry help me." She begged.

Voldemort looked questioningly at Harry.

"Bellatrix Let go of Neville, do it now," Harry told her.

"No kill him kill him now!" Voldemort Shouted in her ear.

Harry grabbed her hands and placed them around his own neck.

"No Harry do not do it, you must save Neville first" Bellatrix begging him.

"Yes that's it, Harry, Good boy Harry, well kill him Bella, Do it, kill him now" Voldemort screamed again.

"No, I do not. I...I..I do not kill Harry and I will not kill Neville".

"I'm Lord Voldemort AND I COMMAND YOU." Voldemort screamed with more hatred than he ever did.

Bellatrix still had her hands around the neck of Harry. Neville was struggling to sit behind her. He put his arms around her. "We are with you Bellatrix. Voldemort has no power over you, you have friends, and we are with you" With those words Neville took Bellatrix into a hug

Bellatrix looked into the green eyes of Harry. Harry nodded and smiled at Bellatrix. "Bellatrix, Neville's right you have friends. Neville's is more than just a brother to me and you are many times more than that. We all belong together".

The adult Bellatrix turned back into little Bella, The one Harry and Neville knew well, and was no longer under the Imperius curse from Voldemort.

"I'll be back Bella. And then you will have to kill Harry Potter" Voldemort called again just before he disappeared.

The eyes of the three jumped back to normal. There they were together on the bed in a three-way hug Augusta hesitantly put a hand on the Neville's shoulder.

And Bella just looked into the eyes of Harry. She whispered softly, "I'm so sorry, Harry, he is so strong. Perhaps we should not be friends anymore. That is much safer for you and Neville".

Harry, however, did not say anything and just looked at her, and seemed to be somewhere else. It was Neville who responded to her. "I do not think so Bella, you are our friend and we will not let you go"

They were three missiles that squeezed through the adults. Within a second Bella was taken in a mountain of arms. "Nobody will let you go Bella" Daphne whispered in her ear.

Bella looked around and saw all her friends sitting around her. Daphne, Hermione, Susan. Behind her sat Neville. In front of her were two green eyes of Harry. It was more than a quarter of an hour later when the friends finally let go of each other.

A/N: The next chapter I will post. Is one that is not in the Dutch version? Yes you read it right, it is completely new.

Hivedragon has pointed me to something I have not thought of, in the Dutch version. And it's about why nobody's ever done anything for Harry before he came to Hogwarts. And also why the muggles have done nothing for Harry.