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Special thanks to: Kara and Seravelda
Harry Potter and Death's Deal
Chapter One
Complications
It's been a week and the only thing I've gotten is the St. Mungo's one last night! Four days ago, Harry sent two letters off to Hermione and Ron. Hedwig was supposed to wait for responses but got nothing back. She came back looking completely indignant.
CRACKLE CRACKLE WHOOSH
"Hello there Fawkes" the raven-haired boy greeted sleepily. The phoenix trilled his hello.
"So what message does the Headmaster send I wonder."
Fawkes glides over to the rickety chair by the desk to wait for the fireworks he knew would come. His human told him of his plans for the fledgling that was reading the note. The youngling should be protected and sheltered not forced to become a weapon! With that last thought, Fawkes notices magic rapidly building up in the room and feels compelled to try to soothe his favorite hatchling. The human starts to calm down and the fire bird feels happy again.
"Thanks Fawkes. I just can't understand why he's cutting off my mail for my protection! Well I guess I should send something back, eh?"
The swan-like bird nods his agreement and watches Harry scribble a letter back to his human.
"Here you go Fawkes. Hopefully you won't have to send me any more mail. Honestly using a phoenix to be a mail carrier when post owls take pride in their jobs. It's insulting to both owls and phoenixs."
Fawkes coos his agreement as he fire travels back to Dumbledore. Hedwig flies over to Harry and nips his ear affectionately for the compliment.
"Well girl, it looks like we have to get to St. Mungo's somehow without Dumbledore knowing. Not only is the old coot stopping my mail but he's practically putting both of us under house arrest. He'd probably know if I took the Knight Bus because Stanley and Ernie have loose lips plus the ride wasn't that pleasant last time. Hmmm. Maybe, just maybe, I could bribe my aunt or uncle with the promise of staying with Uncle Charles. Even if he stays in St. Mungo's all summer, it'd be better than staying in this place."
Hedwig watches as Harry goes to talk with his relatives. She hears some muffled voices and one minute later her human comes back into the room with his emerald eyes sparkling mischievously and a saucy smirk on his boyish face. Things must have gone his way.
Harry POV
"Hedwig, my lovely girl, time to travel again. I talked Aunt Petunia into making me. She made up the excuse that Dudley needed new summer clothes. Would you like to leave now and meet up with me later on today" I realized she would prolly want to be let out since her last trip was to the Burrow and wanted to stretch her wings a bit.
WHOO!
"I'll take that as a yes. See you later tonight then, girl." I start collecting what little I had unpacked and race down to meet my aunt and cousin.
"Took you long enough Potter" sneered Dudley. Aunt Petunia just pursed her lips in disdain towards me.
The hour-long trip to London was quite uneventful with Aunt Petunia asking Dudley how school was going-almost as if to make me jealous. I roll my eyes. Like that would ever happen. She dropped me off right in front of the hidden hospital and sped away the moment she heard the boot close.
"Che, how rude" I scoffed.
I noticed two wizards glancing my way with curiosity burning in their eyes. Honestly these people need to try to blend in more. You can spot them a mile away. I decided to approach them for some help.
"Hello gentlemen. Could I possibly ask you to charm my trunk to be feather light? It's terribly heavy. Also how do I get into St. Mungo's?" I asked as politely as I could.
Luckily they were very kind and helped me without any fuss. They led me into straight to the front desk.
"Welcome to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. How may I help you?" The receptionist greeted.
"I'm here to see Charles Potter. Chief Healer Purefoy is expecting me." Well actually she's expecting me tomorrow but that shouldn't matter too much.
"Ah yes, Mr. Potter. Please take a seat as Chief Healer Purefoy is finishing up with something at the moment."
Sitting in the waiting area was a rare treat. I got to see some random spell mishaps that I didn't realize could happen. One man came in that would turn into a teapot every time he sneezed. That wouldn't be too much of a problem however he had some sneezing potion slipped into his drink. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait too long. I felt a soft tap on my shoulder and turned to see a dirty blonde, middle aged woman.
"Mr. Potter?" she inquired.
"Yes. Are you Chief Healer Purefoy?"
"Indeed I am young man. I didn't expect you until tomorrow as your letter last night said."
"Well unfortunately there was a change in plans." I shifted uncomfortably.
"Ah, well I won't mention it again. Follow me we are going up to the fourth floor. The spell damage floor to be precise. Your uncle is very anxious to meet you. You might have to explain your life to him because I didn't think my perspective on your life is the right one he needs to hear. So now his curiosity is burning and he wants to hear all about your life from only you. Now I hope you don't mind that I have to leave you right now but I have different people to check up on. I you need any assistance just call on Dopple and she will get me." She opens a door and ushers me in then shuffles away before I could even say a word.
I close the door and muster as much of my Gryffindor courage as I can all the while thinking. What if he doesn't like me or sends me back to the Dursley's? I can't go back!
"Harry?"
