As Harry appeared in the center of the front hallway of the Ministry, a loud gasp came from everyone around him. Keeping a firm grip on Renwick, he watched as several officials approached him, pushing back the people who began to crowd around. "Harry Potter," said a male official. "Did you do this to Renwick?"
Nodding stiffly, Harry stood up while the officials grabbed the bleeding man. "Thanks for your help Mr. Potter. There will be a trial for this man, but it won't be necessary for you or your guardians to attend. Due to the stress you've put the people you care about through, I recommend that you go spend some time reconciling with your family and friends."
A pained look crossed Harry's face as he shook his head. "I'm afraid I'm not ready yet, and I also need to see a healer."
"Very well, follow Mrs. Vange here up to the infirmary," the man said, indicating to a short plump woman with grey hair. Nodding, Harry followed behind the woman across the Ministry.
"You've had everyone worried sick Mr. Potter," Mrs. Vange said, breaking the uncomfortable silence as they walked deep within the building. "The Weasleys, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, and many others are extremely worried about you."
Supporting his shoulder with his good hand, he said "I know they've been worried, and for that I'm sorry. However, lying to me is one of the worst things that they could have done to me, and I don't think I'm ready to forgive them."
As Mrs. Vange walked him into the infirmary where he sat on a small bed with white sheets, she made a disapproving clucking noise with her tongue. "You have no idea what they've gone through in the past six months. Sirius and Remus were always angry, crying, shouting, sobbing, or moping when they weren't out searching for you. I've never seen two men hate themselves more than them. They blame themselves for your running away, and they are sorrier than you could ever imagine. At one point, we'd found a body of a boy who looked like you, but his face was marred by a curse that had killed him. When we told Sirius that we may have found you dead, he said he'd die himself it was you. Those men are broken, Harry. You need to grow up and forgive them. They didn't tell you that Renwick was alive because they knew you'd do something rash. All you managed to do was prove their theory right."
Tears spilled over Harry's cheeks as he absorbed what the woman said. "I want to forgive them, I really do… It's just so hard. My parents died because of a lying traitor, so un-honesty is something I cannot stand. By them lying to me like that…" Harry broke off.
Remaining quiet, she turned and left in a huff, leaving him with the nurse who began forcing healing potions down his throat. Once he was fully healed, Harry fell asleep on the bed in a dreamless sleep.