Disclaimer- I do not own the Harry Potter series
"What do you want to do with Voldemort's body?"
The question lingered in the air. Nothing made a sound not even the wind that had, just a moment ago, been whipping mercilessly against the windows.
"Don't put it with the others," was the first thing Harry could think of to say. He hadn't thought of what to do with Tom Riddles body. He hadn't really had much time to think of anything. He had just thought that things would fold out by themselves, but of course things just weren't that simple.
"We have it kept in a room in the castle separate from the others and has some locking spells on it because we don't want some people getting an unexpected scare," Kinglsey chucked trying, and unsuccessfully, to lighten the mood.
"I don't care what you guys do with it. I just don't want to have to deal with it," Harry said truthfully. He had had enough of Voldemort and why should he, a mere teenager, have to deal with his body. Voldemort wasn't his problem anymore. Harry had already defeated him so why should he be the one to bury him?
"I understand. The ministry will probably just end up incinerating it and scattering the pieces in some desolate area, perhaps Antarctica?"
"Like putting his ashes in a desolate area will stop people from being afraid of him," Ron snorted.
"I know how ridiculous it sounds, but for some reason it will reassure people," Kingsley explained.
"I don't give a crap what you do with it, I just don't want to see or hear from Voldemort again. He is gone and that it. The end," Harry said. "Was that all you wanted?" asked Harry turning to leave.
"Yes, but we will have more in-depth meetings later for specific things. For now you may leave, though." Kingsley allowed him to leave even though there was still a whole list of things to go over but, like her said, they could be discussed at a later time. For now he would let Harry have a break and be able to rest. In truth he didn't look to good at the time and it was probably better if he was back in the hospital wing.
"Okay, see you later, Kingsley," Harry waved as he made his way out flanked by Ron and Hermione who also bid their farewells to Kingsley. They had also picked up on Harry's pale appearance and knew that he needed to get back to Madam Pomfrey's care soon.
They had only just made it down the stairs when Harry gasped and had to lean against the wall. His arm was wrapped around his stomach and his face scrunched up in pain. Harry had a high tolerance for pain so then when he was showing it then that meant something was really wrong.
Hermione and Ron rushed over to him, lowering him gently to the ground.
"Ron, go get Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione said kneeling next Harry and trying to comfort him.
"No need," a voice said behind them and then Madam Pomfrey stepped into view.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked from the floor.
"When finally told me he had left. He shouldn't be up, the only reason he can walk is because he is on a very strong painkiller. Which is about to wear off," Madam Pomfrey explained conjuring up a stretcher and lowering Harry on it. "We need to get him back to the hospital wing quickly now."
Madam Pomfrey set a quick pace for them to follow. Guilt was written clearly on their faces. They felt it was their fault for not keeping him in the hospital wing, they should have known better. Harry hadn't said anything about pain and he had looked fine so they hadn't delved any deeper. Hermione was the worst because, since she was the smartest, she felt she should have known that something like this would have happened.
Hermione and Ron, once again, sat in chairs by Harry's bed. Ginny had been here all night but they had come again in the morning and told her to get some sleep. Harry had not been conscience since yesterday afternoon and they were all starting to get worried.
"Don't you think he should be awake by now?" Ron asked.
"Well, Madam Pomfrey said he would wake up on his own time. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't wake up for another couple hours judging from the amount of pain Madam Pomfrey said he was in, and I guess still is in," Hermione answered.
They didn't talk for awhile after that leaving them to dwell on their own thoughts. Madam Pomfrey had explained to them the day before that, though Harry may seem fine he would be in serious amounts of pain without the pain killer he was on. When it started wearing off that was only the beginning the full force of the pain could have killed him.
"Hey guys," a voice said behind them causing Hermione to jump.
"Oh, Ginny, it's only you. You scared me," she exclaimed to the newcomer.
"Sorry, Hermione. Any news?"
"Wait, you're supposed to be in bed," Ron said.
"I wasn't tired," Ginny said shrugging her shoulders and turning back to Hermione while pulling up a chair.
"Well, he hasn't woken up, if that is what you're asking? Other than that nothing has changed," Hermione supplied. Ginny didn't say anything but her face visibly fell. She was the one that had convinced them that she would take care of everything by distracting Madam Pomfrey and look where that had ended Harry.
"Gin, it's not your fault, so don't go blaming yourself," Ron said practically reading her thoughts.
"I know but it always has to happen to him. Why can't destiny just leave him alone for awhile?"
"Because it hates me," came a hoarse voice from the bed.
"Harry! You're awake!" Ginny squealed jumping up from her chair and hugging him tight.
"Well I would think so..." Harry said gasping for breath when she finally released him.
"Mate, we have got to stop meeting like this," Ron said laughing.
"I can't help it, life just hates me," Harry grinned sheepishly.
"Oh good, you're awake," a voice came who happened to be Madam Pomfrey. When they turned their heads she was in the next bed over and had noticed that Harry had woken, she then made her way over.
"How's he doing?" Ginny asked.
"He looks okay to me, at the moment. Still on some numbing painkillers but I think we can grow back your bones today, Mr. Potter," Poppy said.
"Grow back what bones?" Harry asked and Ron and Hermione echoing him.
"Why, the ones that were cut off," she said like it happened everyday. Everyone turned to look at Harry like he should have told them. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned sheepishly trying to avoid their glares.
"I had forgotten," he simply said.
"I'm not surprised since you are on the painkillers and your hands are wrapped up anyways."
"When will I be able to get out of here," Harry asked bluntly.
"Not for a few days. After we finish with the bones you will just need to rest for about two days and then I can send you on your way with a few potions to take every day." She said turning away but only returning a moment later with a dreaded bottle in her hands. Harry remembered the last time he had had to take the terrible tasting potion in second year. The skull on the cap seemed to mock him with its face, hollow smile as Madam Pomfrey unscrewed the top.
"Do I have to?"
"If you want to have your bones, you do," she said impatiently.
"Alright," Harry said slowly opening his mouth and as soon as it was open big enough to fit the spoon in there, it was. The taste was just the same as he remembered it but it still didn't prepare him and he couldn't help spitting it out immediately.
"Just the same as you were in second year," Poppy scolded cleaning the mess up, gathering her things, and mumbling as she walked back to her office.
"Does it really taste that bad?" Ginny asked.
"Worse," he replied with a pinched look on his face.
"Well, you're in for a fun night. See you, mate," Ron said before making a break for it.
"See you, Harry," Hermione said being dragged away by Ron. Harry looked at Ginny questioningly.
"Dinner?" she shrugged.
"Or a little Ron and Hermione time," Harry raised his eyebrows while Ginny giggled.
"Bought time," she said.
"But it's well deserved," Harry added smiling lazily as he laid back on his pillows drawing an arm out receiving Ginny, who climbed into bed beside him.
They snuggled close not saying anything, just enjoying each others presence. Both were lost in their own thoughts of the previous year and what was yet to come and it wasn't long before both had fallen asleep for Ron and Hermione to find an hour later. They left quietly after glancing at the sleeping couple and thought of other things to occupy their time...
Authors Note- alright just to let you all know I will get around to the telling of what they have all been up to in the next few chapters. Thank you for the reviews also and I think if I get a lot then I'll post twice this week anyways hope you enjoy