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Author's Notes: Thanks to all that have reviewed... Which is a very small amount unfortunetly. Anyway this chapter has drastic 'images' quite grotesque if you don't like... then don't read. R&R.

CHAPTER 6

Hospital Visitors

Harry potter slowly opened his always pain filled green eyes and looked instinctively to the window. It was bright and sunny out. He remembered some of the great times he'd had at this time of year with the Weasleys. running around throwing snowballs at each other... he squeezed his eyes shut knowing that he'd be stuck with crutches and/or a cane for most of if not the rest of his life. Shaking away those thoughts Harry finally noticed that he was not alone in the room.

Around his bed and him were the Weasleys lacking Percy but with Fleur. Along with Tonks, Lupin, and Hermione. Harry sat up pushing himself with his arms till his back was against the white wall behind him. He tied to move his legs but only felt a slight pain like a needle. He gave up after a few minutes. Everyone was staring at him he didn't know what to do or say. He settled for staring at each of them.

Mrs. Weasley moved closer to him. he saw as if it were in slow motion her spreading her arms to envelope him in a hug...images of a snake like man going in for a 'hug' but just be fore the contact he pulled out a long sword and stabbed him twice 1ce in the stomach then in the chest...

Harry leaned clutched his chest and found the bandage that he knew covered the gashes that would leave a scar once an antidote was found to heal the wounds...

Harry bent over coughing up blood and clutching at the fresh wounds. "so you never forget your place" 'he' whispered into his ear before carving what he saw to be 'PET' into his upper left arm. The thing licked the cuts that he was sure gone down to his bone, and poured salt into it making it burn. He felt his bleeding torso being pushed up against the wall. He saw the snake like man bend foreword and lick the wounds before stretching them open and pouring a strange liquid into all of his wounds...'

Harry leaned foreword and vomited all over his lap breathing deeply he looked and saw that the vomit was blood... his blood Harry started to heave again. And again. He faintly heard the many worried voices. Harry soon stopped heaving and sat back against the wall eyes closed tight and attempting to breathe properly. People were asking him questions but he didn't care because he was just trying to breathe every breath he took hurt so he had to take short breaths to lessen the pain. He opened his eyes and looked around he saw bright lights dancing before him as well as people going back in forth and looking at him worriedly. Or at least he thought they were as they were blurry despite the fact that he had his glasses on. The dots started to turn black clouding his vision. He heard a horribly familiar sound of dripping water the terrible smell of vomit, fecies, and blood mingling in the damp air... his own screaming and someone's maniacal laughter filled his brain.

Then just as suddenly as it had appeared, the memory disappeared. The black spots slowly faded and he was back to normal again. Well as normal as he was before. All his visitors around his bed pale faced, even Fred and George were pale. Mrs. Weasley rushed to his side sobbing about how sorry she was. He didn't answer. Cecilia asked him how he was and where he hurt. He wanted to yell at her for asking such a stupid question how the fuck was he supposed to feel. It's not like she hadn't looked his body over completely when he got there.

After a while the healers left him alone with his guests. He started playing with his fresh bandages (the other one had been changed as they still couldn't figure out how to close them) wrapped around his skeletal chest.

"Well Harry why don't you open your birthday presents?" Fred said nervously handing Harry a box wrapped in colorful paper. He shivered at the memory fighting to come forth... it was a little hangman if Harry was remembering properly. He also had several defensive books from Ron and Hermione. He got a Weasley jumper from Mrs. Weasley. From Ginny and Lupin however he got 2 things he knew he wouldn't be looking at in a long time if ever. Photo albums. Ginny said hers had pictures of all of his Hogwarts years and that there was still room left for more if he wanted to add any. Lupin said that the one him and Tonks made had his baby pictures along with his parent's time at Hogwarts. Along with bits his parents journals, and letters. What was worse was that there was also Sirius' whole journal from once he got out of Azkaban.

He guessed that they thought that he might look at them but they were sadly mistaken. Harry was pissed that they would give him those. 'Can't they understand that I just want to forget? That I'd rather be dead. That I' he shook away those thoughts and tried to listen to what Mrs. Weasley was saying...

"...we had thought that you had wanted some alone time at first but when Ron said you weren't in your room. We got worried. But once Hermione said that you had said that you would wait till after the wedding before going to Godrics Hollow. So we figured that we'd wait a week and then floo over but you weren't there..." Harry cut her out of his thoughts. 'So when I was being tortured all the while telling myself that they would be looking for me and would find me they were sitting on their asses doing nothing!' Harry thought angrily he tuned them out ignoring their reasons. He had always been there to save or help them. And when the time came for them to save him and his battered soul they can't do it? He wanted to scream. To yell at them and punch something till his knuckles bled...

He shook his head and was abruptly brought back to reality by Mrs. Weasley saying that they were going to go get lunch. Harry suddenly realized that all of the adults minus Mrs. Weasley and Lupin had gone. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny stood with the older female and exited the room.

Harry looked at his former defense against the dark arts teacher. He looked thinner and paler than Harry remembered him. There were more wrinkles and grey hairs as well. Harry was sure he himself looked little better if at all.

"Harry I'm sorry I didn't get to you. I tried ...but..." Lupins voice faded. "please just say one word anything please Harry?" the weary man before him pleaded tears filling his tired eyes. Harry had to turn away. He didn't want to hurt anyone but he didn't know what there was to say 'oh hi yeah ...' it wasn't simple like that any more. It was all different. Before he would never have tried to tune out people but now he rarely listened. Never mind talking...

The 2 youngest Weasley children and Hermione had returned by the time he entered the real world. Lupin and Mrs. Weasley were however absent.

The three of them stared around the room. Hermione turned to him and their eyes met. He knew what she was going to do. He was sure she was going to start talking and try to get him to join in. she leaned forward in her seat that was at the end of his bed.

"Harry... I've been reading up on traumatic experiences and found that in order for you to be able to successfully put this behind you. You have to talk about it..."Harry shook his head as she continued to almost beg him to tell him what happened. Soon the other two joined in. Harry was about to just ignore them and go to sleep (well pretend to anyway) when Hermione said something that made the rage he hadn't felt for so long come alive.

"...come on Harry you can get out of this situation we're here for you well do anything to help you just tell us what happened and you can be back to normal ..."

Harry couldn't believe his ears he looked her strait in the eye. She saw a spark she had never seen before in Harry's pain filled green eyes. It kind of scared her.

Cecilia entered and informed the three stunned teenagers that they had to leave. Lupin came in with Mrs. Weasly to say good bye. They informed him that they would visit the next day. He heard voices outside and in came a disheveled Ginny she asked for a moment alone with him and it was granted. she walked up to the side of his bed and stared him strait in the eye sapphire blue met bright yet dull green .she leaned in closer to him elbows resting on her knees. Her hands moved and wiped away her tears.

"Harry I know that your feeling lost but I...we need you back. We need Harry back from where ever you think you are. You are our last hope." Ginny paused. Stood from the chair and made her way to the door. She put her hand on the door handle and turned back to him "please bring Harry Potter back. ...before it's too late to fulfill his... your destiny" she turned around and walked out the door to met the rest of the group.

Little did they all know that at that moment Harry was reading a letter that would change him. It was a letter from the minister...

Harry slowly broke the seal and emptied the envelope. He unfolded the parchment and read Scrimgeours neat scrawl...

Dear, Mr. Potter

I am happy that you are alright. I do not know if you realize the impact of your disappearance. Well the wizarding world was devastated. Morals were crushed. I am hoping now you will decide to help the ministry get whoever kidnapped you. I request your presence here at the ministry of magic to tell us where you were held and ...what happened so that we can go and arrest them. I await your answer. Also before we meet give serious thought to giving the daily prophet an interview to give hope to the wizarding world.

Sincerely.

Rufus Scrimgeour, minister of magic.

Harry's anger flared a loud BOOM took his attention. Harry looked and saw that there was a large whole in the wall to his left, the on with the little window. Harry felt something warm in his hand he looked down and saw a little fire ball in his palm. He gasped as he realized that his hand was covered with flames.

Harry stared at it studying the flames. The way they reached to the ceiling...it was hypnotizing. Screams brought his attention from the yellow, red, and orange flames.

Harry started shaking fear rising inside of him the flames went out. There was an eerie silence through out the room and all Harry could hear was his heart beating rapidly in his ears. Harry didn't know what he should do. So he did the only thing that came to mind...he ran. He ran from the hospital. Ran far from the accusing and frightened stares. He ran from everything. He ran from... himself...

The next day when the Weasleys, Lupin, Hermione, and Tonks arrived. All that they saw was an empty white room with a small table of gifts and 11words written in what appeared to be…

"Blood..." Tonks whispered softly as she read the words that she couldn't believe Harry wrote

"FUCK THE WIZARDING WORLD...FUCK YOU AND 'HIM' AND FUCK DESTINY!" read Ron, softly to himself. As he watched some of the blood drip down the wall. No one left the room with dry eyes...