DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.

IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional. No offence is meant by my portrayal of the Royal Family. I have the utmost of respect for Her Majesty the Queen and her wider family.

Chapter Thirty Nine: Everything Changes

'It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies, and that any attempt to pretend that Cedric died as the result of an accident, or some sort of blunder of his own, is an insult to his memory.' Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, by J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury

Location: The Hospital Wing, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: June 1995 CE

Harry remained in his dreamless sleep, Lucy and Madam Pomfrey flat out refused to call it an induced coma for the better part of a fortnight, and much to Pomfrey's chagrin, Lucy flat out refused to leave the wing for the duration, even as the rest of his family took shifts to sit at the bedside, Lucy had Hermione or Susan or Daphne bring her notes and homework from each of her classes, a house elf brought her meals and she slept in the bed next to his.

Thirteen days after the task, Harry finally stirred from his sleep, blinking blearily as his vision was filled by a picture of beauty, Lucy sitting close to his bedside. As his eyes opened fully, he whispered hoarsely, "Am I in heaven?"

Lucy jumped up and hugged Harry, careful not to hurt him before she responded. "No, Harry, you're not in heaven, but I just have to tell everyone you're awake," she said, walking over to the door, waving in the Queen and the Prince and Princess of Wales, as well as Bea and Genie who ran rather rapidly over to Harry's bedside, five year old Genie plopping herself in Harry's lap.

"Genie! That's Lucy's spot!" Bea admonished as Harry and Lucy looked at each other and blushed the same deep shade of red, the young princess never realising the implication in what she had said while the three adults burst out laughing at the look on Harry and Lucy's faces.

"It's ok Genie, you can stay there for now, I'll just sit here," Lucy said, before adding to Harry, "budge up!" Taking a seat on the bed, against the pillows, leaning against Harry's shoulder, smiling as he pulled her into a one-armed hug.

Over the next few hours, Harry was visited by various family and friends, catching up with what he missed over the last thirteen days, be it school work, gossip or general news. Eventually though, the last of his visitors, save Lucy, left the room and the pair were alone.

"I thought I'd lost you," Lucy whispered into Harry's neck as she snuggled closer to him.

"Hey! Hey! I'm not going anywhere," he whispered into her ear, rubbing his hand down her back, soothing her. "Didn't Ro tell you the most important thing about Gallifreyan culture?" Harry asked Lucy, who shook her head against Harry's neck. "Time Lords...and Ladies. They bond for lives. As long as we are both regenerating, we'll be together. How could I ever love anyone else, o valiant queen?"

"Anyone else?" Lucy asked, smiling impishly. "You'll find no-one to compare!" she answered herself snobbishly, turning her nose upwards before bursting into laughter as Harry tickled her side.

Lucy shivered as she and Harry still sat on his hospital bed talking, and Harry lifted the sheet to allow her to slip under the covers with him, and she snuggled in close, her head on his shoulder, looking up at him as they continued to talk in hushed tones. Neither noticed Madam Pomfrey look in from her office, smiling before she locked up the wing for the night and retired to her bed.

The next morning, Harry sat in his hospital bed, reading the Early Gazette - a wizarding based in Edinburgh which was less politically aligned with the government, and so less biased - catching up on the news he had missed since the Third Task. Most of the news had been expected, especially the mass hysteria after Amos Diggory had announced the return of Voldemort, but two articles from just the day before surprised him completely.

EMERGENCY POWERS GRANTED
by Gillane McDermott, political correspondent

In an emergency meeting of the Wizenagamot today, a flurry of proposals for possible emergency powers have been voted on, and powers have now been assigned to the Minister for Magic, the Chief Warlock and the Monarch. An addendum to these emergency powers, proposed by Her Royal Highness The Duchess of Gryffindor, sitting in her husband's stead for the first time, was also voted in. The addendum states that all emergency powers shall lapse on the death of Lord Voldemort, or after two years, whichever is lesser, unless a majority of the House vote to continue the powers past that time. The emergency powers as voted are;

Monarch
- Power of dismissal of Minister, Chief Warlock and Ministerial Staff
- Power of veto over any issue

Chief Warlock
- Power of veto over issues relating to law and military
- Power to make laws to secure public safety and order
- Power to regulate essential services

Minister for Magic
- Power of veto over issues relating to law and military
- Power to make laws to secure public safety and order
- Power to regulate essential services (with approval of Chief Warlock)

The second article was delegated to secondary news by the news of emergency powers, but nevertheless, was always going to be front page news.

MINISTER FOR MAGIC STANDS DOWN
by Gillane McDermott, political correspondent

Just minutes after the flurry of emergency power votes had died down, Amos Diggory announced that he was standing down from the Ministership, stating before the austere body that he could not, in good conscience, accept any emergency powers, and that he did not believe himself to be the best option to lead Britain into the upcoming war. Stephen Stratton, the Marquess of Glasgow, a muggleborn, was confirmed as his successor later in the meeting after a spirited debate between Stratton and the opposing candidate Ernest Yaxley. More to follow...

For Stephen Stratton's meteoric rise to the Ministership, see page 4

For complete details of the Wizenagamot meeting, see page 9

Harry placed the paper down on his bedside table and pondered over the new political developments, looking forward to meeting the new Minister. He was also looking forward to getting out of the hospital wing in time for the Farewell Feast the next night.

Lucy was snuggled up close to Harry once again, she still struggled to sleep elsewhere knowing how close Harry had been to losing his life, if only one incarnation. Try as they might, no one could get her to sleep elsewhere, and Romana had advised against forcing her, saying that before her Time Lady consciousness fully settled it would be ill advised as she may not be able to control herself, and an angry or distraught Gallifreyan was only one step away from a vengeful god...

Ron Weasley of course, didn't know that, and so when he came into the Hospital Wing on a Saturday morning after twisting his ankle falling down the stairs (he swore Seamus pushed him) and saw Lucy and Harry curled up together, his jealousy kicked into high gear and he spoke without thinking. "So Harry," he said loud enough to wake both sleeping teens, "How much did you pay Lucy to whore into bed with you?"

Hearing that, it very quickly became a race between Harry and Lucy to get there first. Lucy surprised Harry by beating him again, and as he wore another slap from Lucy, Harry blushed deeply at her low growl to the now in pain red head, "He didn't pay me...I climbed in because I wanted to!"

After Weasley had finally been treated and had left the hospital, Harry turned to his irate bonded wife and asked, "Did you have to say that so loud? It's going to be all over the school before lunchtime!"

"I know!" Lucy said, too brightly in Harry's opinion, as she jumped up and pecked him on the lips. "I'll see you at lunch Harry! Pomfrey said she was releasing you today," she added over her shoulder as she left the wing.

Location: The Great Hall, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: June 1995 CE

The Great Hall was decorated not with the colours of the winning house as is traditional, but in honour of Cedric Diggory, the banners and wall hangings bedecking the Hall were all black with the Hogwarts crest in the lower corner. The students from all three schools were in their school's respective formal uniform, a sombre mood settling over the Hall. Harry sat back down after receiving his thousand galleon prizemoney and being formally presented the Triwizard Cup and prepared for the short memorial service to Cedric Diggory.