THROUGH IT YET AGAIN
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine to own. Not in a million years.
Warning: Bear with me on this.
The night after the story has been finished the muse couldn't help to put a rather harsh comment on the author. Apparently it was not good enough.
Muse: What are you doing messing up like this.
The author scratches her head in shame.
Muse: And you call yourself an author. Ph-lease. The first wasn't even that good. What happened to you.
The author rolled his eyes.
Author: I told you English is not my language. I couldn't properly give out the best description. But I am trying my best.
Muse: You were not having a trouble writing back then even it was in English. Just admit it, you're already rusty. You need to jog your brain.
Author: Yeah. Yeah. Got it.
But the muse didn't want to stop there.
Muse: Perhaps its your family. They are rather noisy.
Author: Okay. Just shut up. I'm losing the feel of it.
Chapter 2
Please wake me up
Harry knew something was wrong. He knew it when he opened his eyes and found himself on a bed in the familiar large room. He seated himself and glanced around the area. Good thing he didn't need the glasses anymore, as a matter of fact his eyesight have improved when he entered his sixteenth birthday. He didn't know if it was the result of his power and he was not interested to find out about it.
The room had at least 10 beds in the same line as his. All of them occupied. All of them seemed to have suffered since each and every one of them has cast with them. He was in the last row as if a bit lucky to still have the bed.
"Good you're awake."
He stopped himself from his reverie as a man wearing lime-green robes approached him. He was tall and has a medium built. He knew it a healer and found himself wondering how he ended up in the hospital.
"Are you in pain? Do you feel anything?" the man asked him in a friendly tone.
"I'm fine. Where am I?" he asked.
"In a hospital. Do you remember what happened to you before you ended up here?"
"I was talking to someone." He answered a little irritated. "What hospital?"
"St. Mungos. Now do you—"
But he was cut off as the healer saw the looked of utter shocked on the boy.
"What's the matter?"
"Wha- how could this have happened?" Harry couldn't contain his calm anymore.
"That is what I'm supposed to ask you. Don't you remember how you ended up here?" the healer asked again in a softer voice.
Harry knotted his brows. "You don't understand what I'm talking about. How could there still be St. Mungos?"
"Whatever do you mean? It has been here for ever. Now clearly you are a bit confused, lad."
"May be but not about this." He snapped.
The healer was about to say something when screams erupted from the outside. All in the room looked at the door as two healers who were both wearing the same lime-green robes appeared.
"Healer Fensan, we are being attack again." One of them said.
"You are needed downstairs." Said the other one.
The other occupants in the room erupted in fear as the news sunk and both healers clamped their mouths at their clumsiness.
The healer which Harry was talking to stood up. "Please stay here, I'll be right back." He gestured to him then to the others. "Please stay calm. We all know they cannot just enter the hospital because of the wards placed in here. Rest assured this will be over soon." Then he joined the two healers outside.
Harry watched them leave. He was really out in the league now and didn't know what was really going on. How was it possible that the Hospital of St. Mungos was still standing since it was destroyed by Voldemort when he declared an all out war. It was the first one who had suffered against his assault. He had to know what was going on. The patients he was with were still in hysterics as they mumbled endlessly. He listened to them in observance.
"We're going to die." Muttered the one with the cast on his leg.
"I won't see my family again." Said the one on his right.
"What are we going to do?" cried the one with a bandaged on her eye.
"We are going to be killed now by them." Another one added.
Harry couldn't hide his curiousity anymore and asked the bulky looking man who was closest to him.
"Who are you talking about? Do you know whose attacking the hospital?"
The man seemed to stare at him for a brief moment as if he was not aware of him since now.
"The Dementors, who else?" he answered grumpily.
Now Harry was close to panicking. Something was really wrong with the scene. He couldn't have been dreaming this, he thought. He could definitely tell if he was. He suddenly remembered the woman whom he was talking to before he ended there. He looked around again and found no traces of her. Of course he knew she was not there but he couldn't help to know for sure.
He reached into his pocket and found out he was not wearing his robes but the hospital gown. The healers must have switched his clothes then that meant he might have been there for quite sometime now.
Harry quickly stood, forgetting the slippers intended for him then run outside the room not minding the bulky man asking him what he was doing. He went down the flight of stairs that he saw. He didn't know where to go he was just going where his feet wanted him to go. There were many people around so no one noticed a patient such as him lurking.
When he reached the lobby, he saw many wizards outside the hospital and a lot more sprinting at the door to join them. There were cries of horror everywhere. Some of the healers were calming the patients, keeping them to their places.
The site was played back to him while he was in the last battle with Voldemort. Everyone was afraid. Everyone was in hysteria.
He made his way outside despite the shouting he heard from one of the healers. What he saw made him squirm in anger. The Dementors were hovering around outside the wards of the hospital as the wizards shot them with patronus. Their black cloak swayed with them as they floated, trying to weakened the wards. He had never seen so many Dementors, not since with Sirius. Not since the final battle.
He was suddenly pulled back with a hand on his shoulder by one of the healers. The man was wearing glasses and even with it he could see how much the man was mad. He started yelling at him for being foolish but was stopped when the wards sounded as if it was about to break. The man released him and pointed his wand at the Dementors.
Harry couldn't believe the Dementors were still alive since he had destroyed them all already. Again the woman came to his mind and with fuming rage, he lifted his hand and pointed his index finger up.
"Expecto Patronum." He shouted.
The same silver animal formed at the words and with one leapt, it charged at the Dementors obliterating them for good. The wizards watched in awe at the sight.
It took just a few seconds to perform its work then with one gallop it went back to its master, Harry.
Just as Harry dropped his hand, the wizards pointed their wands at him. Their faces filled with both shock and confusion. He didn't move although he was not surprised at their action. He was having an inkling that he was not in his world anymore.
"We came here as fast as we can." A voice said popping in.
Harry swallowed at the words he heard from behind. He knew the familiar voice. Knew it as if he had memorized it. He turned quickly, the wizards seemed to shift at his movement but he didn't care.
"We could have been here faster but the whole Diagon Alley was under attacked." Another voice said.
His lips trembled at the sight in front of him. His eyes became glassy fighting his tears.
"Sirius. Remus." He muttered under his breath.
Standing side by side, the two looked at him with a blank face. It was clear they did not know him. He bit back his lower lip to keep himself from talking again.
"Good God, he looks like someone I know." Sirius Black choked.
"Stupid," said Remus beside him. "He looks like James."
Sirius seemed to realize this with a little delay. "Ye-yeah, him." Harry almost laughed at them heartily.
"Thank goodness you're here." One of the healers greeted them. "This. This kid. He- he performed the patronus without using his wand. He- he drove the Dementors all by himself."
"I didn't have my wand with me. What would you think I should do?" he exclaimed.
"Shut your mouth, kid."
"But he saved us all." The man whom he recognized as Healer Fensan stepped in front. "If it wasn't for him, the Dementors would have broken in."
"Still doesn't prove him good." One from the crowd answered.
"Okay. Okay. We'll take him." Remus shouted at the increasing argument.
Harry lit up at the possibility of being with the two. Despite the feeling that he wanted to be with them, he needed to know what other things he could find out.
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Great, chapter 2 posted. Sorry if it is short. I'll try to put more time to make this. I am really having a hard time putting them into words. I am currently having a problem on my flash disk together with my software. It makes me cranky.
Thank you for those who posted their reviews. Now I'm wondering how is it I cannot see it on this story the way the others with their stories.