...Then Who is He?
Chapter 4
I don't own Harry Potter

"Harry, you're a genius!" Neville declared, as I explained the plan to rid Hogwarts of Umbridge to the DA.

"Thank you Neville. Now, let's get to work."

...

"That's it!" Umbridge screeched, "I've had enough of this school! I quit!" she yelled, storming out of the room.

The room was quiet for a moment, making sure she wasn't coming back.

"She's gone, she's really gone! The plan worked, Harry's plan worked!" Neville said, breaking the quiet.

The rest of us seemed to catch on at that. The room broke out in cheers and we flooded the hall.

"What's going on out here?" Professor McGonagall asked, her class of third years peering through the door behind her.

"She's gone! Umbridge is gone!" I told her from the crowd as we continued away from the DADA room.

A cheer came form the third years and they surged out from behind Professor McGonagall.

Hogwarts was finally Umbridge free.

...

"I'll see you in a few weeks Ron," I called as we parted ways from Platform 9 3/4 at the end of fifth year.

"Don't use the Floo!" Ron called back jokingly.

I laughed and sat down on a bench in front of the entrance to Platform 9 3/4 to wait for my parents.

...

The station was closing by the time Dad showed up.

He looked haggard and exhausted, the way he had the first few times I'd seen him, after he got out of Azkaban.

"What's wrong?" I asked, shooting up, "Where's Mum?"

"He's in St. Mungo's," Dad said, shrinking my trunk so it would fit in my pocket and handing it to me.

"What happened?" I asked as he led me to a side ally where we Apperated to Grimmuald Place from.

"I don't know. I came home from work yesterday and found him passed out in the bathroom. I rushed him to St. Mungo's," Dad said as we dropped off my stuff.

"Are we going there now?" I asked anxiously.

I grabbed his arm and we Apperated to St. Mungo's. He quickly led me to a wing I had never been in before.

"Any change?" Dad asked the medi-witch leaving the room as we arrived.

"None," she said sadly. "Who is this?" she asked, eyeing me.

"Our son, Harry," Dad said, "Can we go in?"

The witch shook her head and disappeared back into the room without another word.

Dad growled and kicked the wall, muttering under his breath.

I slid down the wall, leaning against it, thinking. It was the middle of the lunar month, so a full transformation was out. He had been at home and it hadn't been wrecked, so an attack from Voldemort was out.

Before I could come up with any more theories, the medi-witch came back out of the room and began whispering to Dad.

The medi-witch looked grim. Dad just looked shocked.

"Harry dear, he wants to talk to you," the witch said, turning to me as Dad slid down the wall.

I nodded numbly and entered the room as she spoke to Dad.

"Mum, are you okay?" I asked softly, cautsioly approaching the bed.

"I'm fine Harry," he said quietly, a smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes.

"Dad said he found you passed out in the bathroom. What happened?" I asked, sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"I'm not sure. I remember felling sick, that's why I was in the bathroom. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and then...I woke up," Mum said, sitting up.

"I was worried. It was almost dark by the time Dad picked me up at King's Cross. I didn't know what had happened."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Mum said, reaching out and whipping away tears I hadn't even noticed were falling. "Everything will be okay.

"I-I thought I was alone again," I said, sobs racking my body. "I thought I-I would ha-have to go b-back to the Dur-Dursley's."

Mum pulled me to sit to the edge of his bed and wrapped his arms around me. "It'll be okay Harry. You don't have to go back to the Dursley's. Ever," he said softly, gently rocking back and forth, humming a soft lullaby. "You'll never be alone Harry. Never forget that."