Sword of the Lost King
Chapter 5 Firsts
Molly Weasley was shocked to say the least. Harry Potter was supposed to have disappeared and showed no sign of showing up. It was one of the biggest disasters ever to happen to the wizarding world, to Albus Dumbledore especially, because with Harry disappearing, the elder Dursleys were brought up with child neglect among other charges and were eventually put in prison while the boy, was sent to live with his aunt.
Albus Dumbledore's perfect reputation after defeating Grindelwald had finally come into question. Dumbledore placed the savior of the wizarding world into the hands of his abusive aunt and uncle.
Had it been Death Eaters? That had been ruled out early, why wait so long, and why not make a show of killing him, and the aunt and uncle as well. So it was decided that some sort of third party had gotten to him, an unknown. But the question was what did they want with him? To train him for something clearly, Molly thought, looking at his chiseled frame.
"Is there something you need Ms. Weasley, or perhaps you would rather to continue inspecting me as if I hold the answers to life's infinite questions." Harry said, amused.
"Now, Miss Weasley, how are-" Madam Pomfrey began.
"I believe she is fine, her magical core is restored as are all her minor wounds. She should be free to leave am I correct?" Harry said determined.
Madam Pomfrey's eyes narrowed on the raven-haired boy. "She just suffered a terrible ordeal-"
Harry once again cutting her off, "Can you relate to her experience Madam Pomfrey? Being possessed for months? Doing awful things to your friends?"
All three women in the room visibly paled. One paled for very different reasons than the other two.
"All the students who were petrified were released am I right?" Harry asked his voice getting a tad hard.
"Yes, but-" Madam Pomfrey began.
"So don't you think that Ginny should be able to talk to her classmates, and get over her 'terrible ordeal' as you put it?" Harry continued, a bit of steel in his voice.
"Yes," Madam Pomfrey said, looking defeated. Molly's eyes widened at the young man's audacity.
"Now, Ginny needs her rest, she doesn't need people pestering her, she needs to get better." Molly said, intervening.
"You say rest?" Harry questioned Molly, "Lying in here, resting, will only give her time to brood on her mistakes! It will only make her depressed, and she'll slowly become more and more introverted, and you'll lose your precious baby forever." He spat.
Ginny winced at his words; it made sense, she already blamed herself for what she had done. She opened her mouth to tell her mother that she wanted to go see people, but before she could speak, her mother spoke first.
"Who are you to think you know my daughter?" Molly flared up, getting angry. "You have never met my daughter, you were thought to be dead! How do you know what is best for her? Ginny needs her rest!"
Harry sat resigned on the bed, suddenly exhausted. He knew he would get nowhere when Molly Weasley stuck her heels in. All he wanted was to do was help her, couldn't she see that?
Harry stood; he had one last thing before he could succumb to his fatigue. Walking towards the doors, he tipped is head toward Ginny.
"Harry, I-" Ginny trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Harry half turned towards her, and said, "I'll see you around Gin, I promise." Giving her a half grin before he promptly disappeared without a pop.
June 4th – One Week Later
Ginny Weasley lay on her bed in the hospital wing, bored to tears. The only thing that was keeping her going was the thought of seeing Harry, but the last she had heard of him was the week previously, when he had disappeared in front of her.
The only interesting news she had heard was that Ron couldn't find his rat. Ginny had never liked the thing anyways, it scared her, and it was like the rat was watching her.
A majestic snowy owl flew in the open hospital wing window, flying right towards Ginny. It perched on the head of the bed, offering the letter to her. Ginny grasped her letter, and removed it from the bird.
"Sorry, I don't have any treats," She told the creature, it nodded, as though acknowledging what she had said, and brushing it aside.
Ginny looked at the envelope, all it said was Ginny Weasley in a messy scrawl. Opening it, Ginny was unsure of who would send her a letter; it was none of her family's writing. For a second she thought that maybe Harry's would have written to her, but she quickly crushed that belief. Looking at the letter, she saw the same messy scrawl as on the envelope. Curiosity getting the better of her, she began to read.
Dear Miss Weasley,
I hope this letter finds you well and out of the prison that some call a hospital.
Ginny smiled at his dislike of hospitals, and she could see why, lying in a bed for days would make any sane person crazy.
I am very sorry that I couldn't send a letter earlier, I have had so many things to do this week, I felt like butter spread over too much bread. The constant wear and tear of everyday life when you have been missing for five years has its strains.
I know that we have never really met before, but I feel as though I have known you for years. Perhaps it was just our shared experience, but I feel close to you. If you ever need someone to talk to, or you are still stuck in that awful place, send a reply with Hedwig, my owl. She is the snowy one that delivered my letter, or if you don't want to just tell her to go home, and that is fine too.
Yours truly,
Harry Potter
P.S. If you are in still in the hospital and you want out of the godforsaken place, simply tap the parchment with your wand and say 'I want to be up to no good.'
Hey, sorry about the delay, I got a beta, and then my internet was down, which was really lame. Hope you like the new chapter, leave a comment! Thanks- The Jedi Wizard