It had been three days since the coordinated attacks by the Death Eaters. It had been three days since Harry Potter went on what he described as his psychotic break tour. It had also been three days that Harry Potter had lied unconscious in the wizarding hospital, St. Mungos.

He woke up to dim lights around him. He went to reach for his glasses, but quickly realized that he was able to see clearly without them. He looked around the room and instantly recognized it as a hospital room, as he had spent plenty of time in the hospital wing at school. The only other thing he noticed as a young woman sitting in a chair at the foot of his bed.

"What did I do this time to end up in here," he asked in a hoarse voice.

The young blonde looked up and smiled. Harry recognized her but could not place a name to the face.

"You were the exact definition of a Gryfindor," said the young woman. "And there are many people very thankful that you were, myself and my family included."

"You were the last house," said Harry, starting to remember the night. "Lucious Malfoy was there."

"And you bounced him on our marble flooring like he was a rubber ball. It was lovely to watch. You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"I know you are in my year. I know you are in Slytherin, and I am pretty sure you are not a follower of Draco Malfoy. A name unfortunately escapes me."

"Daphne Greengrass."

"Beautiful name," Harry replied.

"Thank you. It is good to see you awake. We have been taking shifts since we found out you were here. I probably should let them know you are awake. Especially Granger. She didn't want to leave your side ever."

Harry watched as Daphne stood up and walked out of the room. Moments later a familiar face came into his room.

"Mr. Potter, how is it you always seem to find yourself in my care," asked Madam Pomfrey, the healer from Hogwarts.

"I'm just lucky I guess. And you should know, it is Lord Potter now."

"I heard that rumor. My apologies, Lord Potter."

"You know what. Nevermind that. It sounds weird. Mr. Potter works just fine. How long was I out this time?"

"You are in day three and were pushing on day four. Gave everyone a right scare."

"What happened to me?"

"As for the incidents before you were rushed into my care, I know Professor Dumbledore and a few of his very secretive friends are looking into that. As for what had you out cold for three days, your scar busted open. We have theories as to how and why, but again, nothing concrete. Your magic was drained after that and it has taken all of this time for it to recover. It also seems to have grown exponentially."

"I have no idea how I did what I did."

"Neither do we. That is what people are looking into. Now, you are going to be stuck in here for a few more days as your magic recovers. We also have to run a few more tests, but you will be able to get up and walk around if you need to."

"I'd rather not since people are out to kill me," said Harry.

"They will not get into this hospital wing. You are the only patient in this wing and it has multiple Aurors guarding the entrances."

"Why would they do that," asked Harry.

"Because you saved my life and the lives of many others," said a woman that Harry only recognized from the previous evening. "And for that I thank you."

"I recognize you but I am afraid your name escapes me," said Harry, trying to remember which house she was at.

"I am Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Lord Potter."

"Please no Lord stuff. I still have not come to believe that."

"I understand that day was filled with all sorts of excitement," she said with a smile. "Now, I have spoken with Professor Dumbledore and I can assure you that you are not in any trouble for what you ended up doing. I understand how hard it is on the mind to process that. It was the same for me the first time I had to take a life. For me, it was part of the job. I am still confused on how it was that you were able to appear in my home through the manor's wards."

"I don't really know either ma'am. My magic seemed to dictate where I was going."

"Dumbledore said as much. When you are feeling more up to it, we would like to get your accounts of that evening so we can file a report."

"That would be a report that anyone can read and target me after it is released."

"Not in this case. We are filing this under state secret. Not even the minister of magic will be allowed to read it. And your name will not be mentioned in it."

Harry sighed at that. It was a sigh of relief.

"How is Susan doing?"

"She is coping the best that she can. It was a very traumatic experience. She and the other young women who you saved are all waiting to come in and visit with you."

"I know they have questions, but I am not sure I would be able to answer them," said Harry. "Can you possibly…"

"They have already been informed that you have no understanding of how it happened. They simply want to be here for you as you were there for them. They have been rotating in four hour shifts watching over you. I may hire them all to the aurors after they finish school. They were more vigilant than even Moody."

"That bad?"

"Anyone who entered this room had to pass multiple tests just to enter. They took no exception. Well, I just wanted to let you know that I am very thankful and now, I will let the young women in before they blast the door down."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at that. He knew that Hermione would tear down the entire hospital to get to him if she had to. He sat up in his bed and braced himself for the strongest of Hermione's hugs he would ever receive. The door opened and the four girls walked in. The last one in was Hermione, and just as he expected, she rushed over to him and wrapped him up in her arms. She was crying and buried her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm fine Hermione. See. All better."

"I was so scared. After everything you did, you ended up in a bed for three days not responding."

"I needed a nap," he replied, causing her to look up at him.

"A nap is a few hours!"

"I needed a really long nap," he retorted back. "Apparently, I used a lot of magic."

"Harry, do you not do anything simple," asked Katie Bell as she walked up to him and hugged him.

"Apparently not. I seem to be really good at going all out."

"And for that, we are all very grateful," said Susan Bones as she approached him. "And so are many other people not in this room."

"My mother and father are two of those," said Daphne as she approached him and this time gave him a hug. "As is my sister."

"Is that because of the entertainment I provided."

"What entertainment," asked Katie.

"The bouncing Malfoy like a balloon of the floor a few times," replied Daphne.

"Yeah. I don't remember everything from that night, but I can say I remember and rather enjoyed that part," said Harry with a smile. "I know you all have questions about how I appeared at your homes."

"That can wait," said Susan. "Aunty already told us that you don't know."

"I don't know how my magic did it, but I do know what triggered it. I heard all of you."

They all looked at him with confusion. None of them called out for him, at least not that they could remember.

"Let me clarify. I heard all of you screaming out in my head. I thought I was having a mental breakdown. I could not get it out of my head. Then I heard one voice I recognized. Hermione. Next thing I know I am in her house. Then I heard the voices again, and this time it was Katie, because I knew her voice too. The next time it was only two voices and I just told my magic to take me. Then I arrived at Susan's and finally arrived at Daphne's."

"You told your magic to take you," asked Daphne.

"At that moment, I figured it was my magic controlling me so I mentally said next, and then I was gone."

"The adults are all trying to figure out why it was us that you heard. The Weasley's were attacked and you never went there," said Katie.

Horror came across Harry's face. The family who had all but adopted him were attacked and he hadn't been there for them.

"It's ok Harry," said Hermione. "They are all safe. They only had three Death Eaters there and there were three aurors at that house at the time that they had not accounted for. Luna and Neville were targeted too, but their families are all safe as well."

Harry just sat in disbelief that he had gone to save two of his friends and two people he barely knew, but had not gone to protect those that had stood by his side at the Ministry.

"Harry, I know that look," began Hermione. "Do not do that."

"What is he doing," asked Daphne.

"Blaming himself."

"Not your fault that people are fucked up," said Katie.

"Not your fault that Death Eaters decided to get really angry," said Susan.

"Not your fault that they were there to force my father to join them," said Daphne. She noticed Harry looking at her with shock. "My family has always been a neutral party in politics, that includes wars. We stayed out and just survived. Never joined the fight. This time, we were not going to be given that option. They were there to make my father swear fealty to their cult leader, and they were going to force me into a marriage contract with one of their sons."

"That's barbaric," said Hermione.

"That is a standard procedure in the magical community. Not the forced part, but the arranged marriages and marriage contracts," said Katie. "You could consider the marriage contract like a marriage license in the muggle world. They usually are written up at the insistence of the two getting married. Arranged marriages are done before the two getting married are even old enough to know what is going on."

"Or, in my families case, we sit down look at offers and decide if I would like to pursue any of the suitors," said Daphne.

"Same with me," said Susan. "It's just how it is. We at least get a choice, unlike in the past. Others had been forced into marriages where the woman was barely of age, if even that old, and the man was two or three times her age. It was simply to produce an heir and join the families."

"That is insane," said Harry. "I hope I have not put your family in any more danger."

"We will be fine. We are getting assistance from others to ensure our safety, even though our home is in much need of repair," said Daphne.

"Us too," said Susan.

"I think it is all of us," said Hermione. "Professor Dumbledore said he may have a place to go in the mean time."

Harry just chuckled and shook his head. "That old bastard."

"What is so funny," asked Daphne.

"I am pretty sure I know where he is suggesting. He just hasn't been able to ask the owner yet."

"And who would that be," asked Susan.

"Me."

They all looked at him in confusion.

"And how exactly would your aunt and uncle react to that," asked Hermione.

"Not their house. My house. Potter Manor."

"It still stands," asked Susan.

"Yeah. Warded up better than even Hogwarts. Plenty of room, only I just walked through half of it. Not sure how many bedrooms, but I am pretty sure we can make something work."

"To be able to take over a property, you would have to be the Lord of the family," said Katie.

"Oh yeah. I guess they didn't tell you that part. I guess I can say this once and then we forget about it. I am Harry James Potter, Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble Houses of Potter and Black. To all of you, I am only Harry."

They all just looked at him stunned.

"Seriously, not that big of a deal," he said. "I'm still just Harry."

"No, you may just be Harry to us, but to the rest of the magical world, you are power walking. You are head of two of the most influential families. Only a few others match that level of respect," said Daphne.

"I only got a crash course in all of this yesterday and Dumbledore was going to find someone to help educate me on all of it."

"Well, he doesn't have to look anymore," said Susan. "Daphne and I grew up with all of this drilled into us. We can teach you."

"Can I be included in these lessons. I feel like I am always upsetting people by not knowing proper protocol and decorum," said Hermione.

"Me too," said Katie. She had been raised in a magical family, but they were modernists and did not adhere to the old ways.

"Absolutely," said Daphne. "If that is ok with Lord Potter-Black."

"I am putting a stop to that now. No lord shite. Harry. Only Harry!"

Madam Pomfrey walked in as he laid out his proclamation.

"Ladies, Lord Potter-Black needs to take his next dose of potions, so I will need everyone to clear out." Harry looked at her and glared. She simply smiled at him. "You know I have to be professional my Lord."