a/n: i want to thank everyone that has sent me well wishes adnthat has been patient. My hand is doing better and thankfully the injury was not super serious, just a small break in a couple of the bones. I am glad that i am able to still work on this story and i have a few other ideas that I am gonna start working on. Glad to be back.
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Chapter Twenty
Amelia sat at her desk after Albus left thinking about their conversation.
flashback
"Finding Harry is of the utmost importance for the struggle we will be having in the next few years," Albus said.
"I wasn't aware that you were a seer Dumbledore," Amelia said.
"I'm not," he replied, "the information came from one though."
"Really," Amelia said, "who?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that," he told her.
"And just why not," she asked?
"For her own protection," he said.
Amelia looked at him with anger etched on her face.
"Are you implying that she would need protecting from me and my department," she snapped?
"No of course not Amelia," he replied trying to calm her down, "I am just saying that not everyone you trust, I trust."
She calmed down a little at this, especially since he did have that right considering that everyone he trusted she didn't.
"I don't really have the resources available to find him," she finally said, "Cornelius has cut my funding again."
Albus sighed knowing the reason that the minister had cut the funding for the third year in a row. It is sad that he has been getting advice from people like Lucius Malfoy. He may have gotten out of trouble for claiming he was under the imperious curse (not counting his `contributions' to the ministers office) at the end of the last war.
"Please just do what you can," he relented.
She nodded as he got up from his chair and exited her office.
end flashback
His comments got her to thinking and after a few minutes sent a memo to her friend in the department of mysteries. While she was waiting for a response she started on some paperwork that she had fallen behind on. She had posteda couple of aurors on shifts at Harry Potter's room at the hospital. It was unlikely that anything would happen to the boy, but she felt it was better to be safe than sorry.
Before she knew it there was a knock on her door.
"Come in," she called out
She looked up as her door opened and someone stepped in covered from head to toe in a flowing black cloak. The hood of the cloak had obscuring charms on it to conceal the face and a voice-altering charm to mask the sound of their voice. The charms were in place to protect their identities. They were unspeakables and only a select few knew any of their indentites. Amelia was one of them and smile as Algernon Croaker, the head of the unspeakables closed her door and sat in front of her desk. She raised her wand and cast some privacy charms to insure that their conversation wasn't overheard.
"Paranoid much Amy," he asked?
Even with his voice altered she could hear the humor in his voice and she just smirked at him.
"Oh please," she retorted, "your department takes paranoia to whole new levels."
"True," he responded, "so what can I do for you?"
"I had an interesting conversation with Dumbledore earlier," she said.
"Oh," he said, "and what does that have to do with me?"
"There are prophecies in the DoM right," she stated.
"You know that there is Amy," he replied.
"I would appreciate you looking into something for me," she said
"I can do that," he replied, "what is it that you need?"
"I think there might be something in your department regarding Harry Potter," she told him.
"At least now I understand the need for the privacy charms," he said.
She just looked at him waiting for him to continue.
"I will look into it," he said as he stood up preparing to leave.
"Thank you Algie," she said as he got to the door.
"You're welcome," he said, "just make sure that you aurors guard his hospital room consisitently.
Before she could ask him how he knew about that he had the door opened and was gone.
Harry was asleep again after the doctor had come in to check on him one last time before her shift ended and she headed home for the night. Emma had been putting it off but she knew that she had to get Hermoine home. She had kept her daughter out of school long enough and she was gonna have her go back starting tomorrow. She picked Hermoine up and with one last look at Harry she stepped out the door and headed home.
Harry was unaware of any of this going on. He was once agin in the dreamscape of his mind, but instead of the being that had been helping him, he was face-to-face with the two people that he had wanted to see for several years. It was a man and a woman that he would recognize anywhere thanks to the pictures that his Aunt Petunia had given him. The woman had long red hair and bright green eyes, the same as his. The man had short, messy black hair and glasses just like him. They both smiled at him.
"Mum, Dad," he asked tentively.
They both smiled at him and nodded. That was all it took and he threw himself in their arms and cried. He knew it was in his head like before, but right now he didn't care. He was enjoying being in their arms. After a few minutes the finally sperated and he wiped the tears out of his eyes.
"It is so good to see you guys," he finally said, "I miss you so much."
"We miss you too son," James said smiling.
"I know this is going to be difficult Harry," Lily told him, "we don't have much time and there are a few things we need to tell you."
After a few minutes he nodded his head and they sat down for the first time together since they had died.
Harry woke up the next morning with a smile on his and he remembered that he was going to have the tube in his throat removed today. Sadly it would still be a couple of days before he would be able to talk much, but he would wait because as soon as he was able to talk to Madam Bones the better.
