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In the Rubble
It felt like an invisible curtain rippling around him and then Harry stood shakily to his feet, Tom still clutched in his arms. Looking around at the burnt remains of the cottage all around him, Harry swayed and clutched Tom closer to his chest with one arm while rubbing his head with the other.
"Completely healed, my ass!" Harry swore at the blood sticking to his hand. Panicking, Harry lifted Tom away from his chest and checked the little man for injuries. He was greatly relieved to see no real damage to the boy, only a bruise on his cheek and a few scrapes. Tom's little face was shocked and the baby seemed to be disoriented.
"Tell me about it," Harry muttered, snuggled the baby closer. This was such a trip, an acid trip. Harry's new body felt less bulky and more petite than his old one. His back was sore and his legs felt like jelly and he didn't feel he could carry Tom out of the rubble. He decided to just find a safe place to sit and wait for rescue.
Picking a not to burnt wooden beam close to the ground and within walking distance, Harry gingerly made his way over to it, tripping and almost falling over some debris.
"Whoa," Harry exhaled as he sat on the beam and looked at his surroundings. "That was a close one!" Tom slurped on his cubby fist in reply, sucking on his hand to relieve the stress. Poor little guy, Harry thought. Tom looked so dazed, "You look like I feel." Harry kissed the top of Tom's head.
Harry took a closer look at his surroundings. He found he was in the wreckage of what was once a very nice Victorian style home. Looking past where the door once hung, Harry saw a cheerful walkway lined with small lacy flowers that led to a decorative iron fence and then onward to the street. Across the street stately Victorian homes peeked out from behind majestic elms and decorative hedges. It looked like a 1960's Disney movie brought to life. The fence Harry was facing seemed to be dripping with an abundance of white blooms, their sweet smell wafting towards Harry in the breeze—
Harry was besieged with foreign memories.
He remembered that he had just graduated from Hogwarts and that he was seventeen .His best friend in the whole world is Lisa Lovegood and they plan to get part time jobs somewhere together. His mom's name is Eleanor and she was plump and very friendly. His dad's name is Robert and he is more reserved and severe, very traditional and the complete opposite of Eleanor. And he was the reason that Harry and Tom had almost died.
Robert Summers was an Auror and a good one. He had a record breaking arrest record and was the next in line to be the head of the Auror office. He had joined at the age of seventeen and had quickly risen in the organization. Two weeks ago he had testified in the trial of a Finnegan Frinkle who was charged with the rape and murder of a twelve year old witch. Along with the damning evidence that the Aurors had collected, Roberts's testimony in court had convinced the jury to sentence Frinkle to the dementors kiss. After the sentence had been carried out, and unbeknownst to the Summer family, Vera Frinkle had swore vengeance on the Auror who had testified in court against her son. Robert Summer had murdered her son so it was only fair and just that Vera should kill his son.
Vera Frinkle had waited until Robert Summer had left with his wife to attend a Ministry function to carry out her wicked revenge. As soon as the coast was clear, she had stormed the house. Her dark greasy hair sticking to her head and her bloated body shaking with rage, she flung killing curses at the Summer children, where they sat playing in the living room. After murdering the children, the crazed woman brought the house down around them. She then stepped out into the warm and inviting back yard of the Summers estate and turned her wand on herself.
As the memories faded, Harry was surprised to find that he was crying over his being attacked, over Tom being attacked. That woman had been out of her mind! She had seemed like a rabid dog! Harry clutched Tom closer to him, relieved that he was safe, even though Harry knew that it wasn't really Tom and him who had been attacked, but the memories of it seemed so real.
Her sniffling made Tom swing his head towards Harry, almost falling off Harry's lap. Tom still seemed to be wobbling, and since he was in the body of an obviously well taken care of little boy, Harry thought maybe Tom just didn't know how to support his own weight.
"Ba, ba, baa!" Tom exclaimed, holding up his chubby fists in astonishment. His little face was so comical that Harry couldn't stop the giggles form bubbling up from his chest. He pressed laughing kisses to the little boys chubby cheeks and button nose.
After a moment, Harry heard a barking, looking up he spied his nosey neighbor Hannah Williams walking her snotty terror, Roxy. Harry thought about waving at her since it was at least seven o'clock and it would be hours before Mom and Dad got home, but Mrs. Williams was a real busybody and would spread the word about this attempted murder of two neighborhood children worldwide. Harry didn't really want to be the center of all that gossip. He decided he would just wait for the next person to walk down the street or for his parents to come home, whichever came first.
But it was too late, as if Mrs. Williams had some sort of radar, her blue-grey haired head swung towards where Harry and Tom where sitting. The elderly lady almost fell over in shock before flat out sprinting across the street squalling for help, her yapping rat-dog nipping at her heels in excitement.
"Oh my! Help! Oh my! Someone help!" Mrs. Williams hadn't seen them yet, but Roxy had and began dragging the elderly woman towards where Harry was seated on the beam. Leading the rescue, Harry thought with a resigned sigh at the tiny wire haired almost-rodent.
"Harriet, my dear girl, are you alright?" Mrs. Williams spotted them and was now climbing over the debris to reach them. She was spry for a ninety year old, Harry thought as he watched her approach. He giggled again and thought he might be going into shock. "What happened?"
"Some crazy woman tried to kill us," Harry said holding Tom higher in her lap, "I think she is back in the garden." Harry calmly, as if they were exchanging pleasantries.
"What?" Mrs. Williams had whipped out her wand and she looked down right deadly. "Where!"
"Right there," Harry said almost cheerfully, pointing to where the back of the house had been and where a black robe could be seen, waving in the breeze. "She's under that black robe."
Flinging Roxy's leash to the side, Mrs. Williams's appriated over to the form of Harry's would-be murder in a perfect dueling position and jabbed the body with her wand real hard before zapping it with a particularly vicious hex.
"She's dead." Mrs. Williams stated with heartfelt regret, before hurrying back to Harry and Tom. "Hold tight to the little munchkin, I'll appriate us to St. Mungo's." The old lady scooped her little dog up in one arm and held her other out to Harry.
"Okay," Harry agreed and shaking, stood on his jelly filled knees. Mrs. Williams wrapped an arm around them and they were finally out of the wreckage. Rescue complete, Harry thought as he watched the world flash around him, nose to nose with Roxy.
A/N: Sorry it is taking so long to update. I'm trying not to make as many mistakes this time. Thanks to all my reviewers! Reviewing makes me excited about this fanfiction and motivates me to write more and more. St Mungos next chapter.