The Last Memory: Chapter 7
Author's Note: Yes, it's been a while. Vacations, writer's block, Torchwood and just general summer craziness as gotten in the way.
Harry's POV:
The next few days were pure insanity. As if recovering from the battle wasn't enough work there was Percy's situation. Harry still had so many questions. How old was Lily when she gave birth? Harry had done and redone the math and it just didn't make any sense.
He desperately wanted to talk to someone but everyone seemed so busy. Hermione was put in charge of helping to fix the castle. She spent nearly every waking moment either researching past cases that were related to Percy's. Hermione was usually someone Harry could always talk to but every time he brought up Percy's name she would either burst into tears or rattle off all the negative things that could happen to Percy.
While the Weasleys would always be there for Harry he knew that they needed to time grieve. They all were taking Fred's death. Harry needed something to do. No one seemed to want his help. They all said that it was their turn and Harry had done plenty. The word about Percy's identity had spread and everyone seemed to be talking about Harry.
Harry had to do something. The thought of loosing his last family member caused agony to rip through Harry.
Everyday Harry visited Percy. Madam Pomfrey permitted Harry to stay with Percy overnight for the first two nights but she made him leave when she saw that he was just sitting and staring.
Harry knew by day three that something was wrong. One morning Percy was enveloped it a bubble like sort of spell. When the matron made her morning rounds she grew rather pale and ran into her office.
She informed Harry that Percy was being moved to St. Mungo's. At this news Harry grew numb. He didn't feel himself traveling with his brother to the hospital. He didn't read the documents he signed. He didn't smell the foul potions being shoved down Percy's throat. He didn't hear Kingsley asking for his permission to be photographed next to Percy for The Prophet. He didn't even know he was in a surrounded by Ministry officials in Percy's hospital room.
"Mr. Potter what do you think, stone or marble?" The architect asked.
"For?"
"The statue of your defeat against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named of course!"
"THE STATUE?! PEOPLE ARE DEAD! PEOPLE ARE INJURED! MY BROTHER IS INJURED AND YOU ARE ASKING ME ABOUT STATUES? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? THE MINISTRY SHOULD BE LOOKING FOR ALL THE MISSING PEOPLE AND NOT SPENDING MONEY ON STATUES." Harry roared at the officials. He waited for someone to challenge him. He wanted to hex someone. He needed someone to blame.
Ginny walked in holding flowers. She noticed the dangerous look in Harry's eye and sprinted over to put her arm over his. She sat him down and walked over to the officials.
"Why don't we revisit this later?" She asked rather coldly and her tone challenged them to say no.
With three pops they were gone. She turned to Harry and conjured up a chair to sit next to him.
"Harry. I get that you're mad. And you have every right to be. Exploding at paper pushers won't make Percy come back faster. The best thing that you can do is make sure that when he wakes up that he knows that he is loved. Can you do that Harry?"
Ginny smiled and Harry was reminded of another time not so long ago when he was truly happy.
He smiled back her and thought that together they might just be able to get through it together.