Chapter Three: Stand Alone
The promise Remus had made to Harry strangely seemed to combat all of his nightmares. Harry felt completely safe. He wasn't having any nightmares and he was perfectly comfortable with his new guardian. The week had passed fairly quickly and tomorrow was Harry's birthday. Currently, Healer Adams was present to remove his cast. Harry was delighted to be having the nuisance removed. It was near to impossible to sneak out of bed with twenty pounds of plaster attached to his leg.
"If you would elevate your leg please, Harry," Healer Adams requested, "Then I'll just spell the cast off and be on my way." Harry nodded and, with some effort, lifted his leg about six inches off of the bed. Healer Adams nodded and quickly murmured a banishing charm. Then he ran a quick diagnostic spell to make sure that everything was healing well. He froze and dropped his mouth open after seeing the results of the spell.
Harry was unnerved by the sudden silence. "Is everything okay, Healer Adams?" Harry asked nervously. The man took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Yes, You're perfectly healthy Harry. The only question is how you got this way. You should need another full two weeks to heal. However there is nothing wrong with you. Apparently you are more magically powerful than everyone assumed. There is no reason for you to stay in bed any longer."
Harry's grin could have lit up an entire skyscraper, "Brilliant!" He exclaimed jumping out of bed. Remus rolled his eyes. He had a really bad feeling that his life was about to become a lot more difficult. Harry was notorious for his trouble-making antics. He certainly took after his father in that respect.
Remus' attention was drawn back to the issue at hand by Harry's excited voice. "That means I can go to my party tomorrow Remus!"
Remus smiled, "Yes Harry it does. But before we worry about that there are several people here to talk to you." Professor Dumbledore had only been able to hold the minister off until Harry got his cast removed. The new minister was eager to make amends and succeed where Fudge had failed. To do so he needed the support of the boy-who-lived.
Harry's brow furrowed in puzzlement as he tried to figure out who his guests were. Finally he gave up. "Well?" He asked, "Who are they?" Remus couldn't help but smile at Harry's puzzlement. "Professor Dumbledore, the new Minister of Magic, and Amelia Bones."
After hearing that Harry's next question was understandable, "Am I in trouble again?" Remus shook his head negatively. "No Harry, the minister just wants to offer you a few things, as does Professor Dumbledore."
"Like what?" Remus sighed at Harry's insatiable curiosity. "How about I go get them and you can find out for yourself." Harry nodded eagerly and seconds later Remus found himself walking down the stairs of his home. He had a bad feeling that it was going to be a very long day.
A few moments later Remus entered the kitchen. He looked over at the three adults standing there. "Harry is happy at the moment. However, he is in a fragile state and it is unlikely that he will easily rebound from all of the trauma that has been inflicted upon him. If you hurt him, AT ALL, you will have me to answer to. Are we clear?"
Dumbledore tried to placate Remus. "Of course we are, Remus. None of us would ever intentionally hurt Harry. In fact, our offer will probably make him extremely happy."
Now this made Remus slightly worried. "What kind of offer?"
Dumbledore smiled enigmatically. "Don't fret, my dear boy. Harry will not be getting anything harmful to him. He, and you, will be pleasantly surprised."
Remus didn't fully trust the Minister but he did trust Dumbledore. He knew that he would get nothing further out of the Headmaster and was unwilling to waste time trying. Therefore, without further ado, he led them up to see Harry.
A/N: Sorry, this one's painfully short. It's been years though and I just need a little time to get back into the swing of things. Anyway… enjoy! Oh yea… Harry is NOT mine. If he were, my life would be a LOT more amazing!