oooOOOoooOOOooo Chapter 38

The next few minutes around Harry were hectic, not that he remembered them. The aurors arrived as the bug finally made it to the edge of the wards so it could be tracked. They had the wards down in less than 10 minutes then flooded the place.

Jean Claude led the charge with Dumbledore at his side. Bill, Moody, Kingsley, Fleur, and Madame Maxime all came along to provide backup. They weren't needed. By the time they arrived the death eaters were all tied up. The resurrected dark lord was rotting meat. The only problem was that they had seven people who shouldn't be alive standing before them and an unconscious hero who couldn't explain anything.

Jean Claude whisked Harry away while the reporters, who smelled a scoop and followed the powerful group when they left Hogwarts, were quickly taking gory pictures of everything. By the time Fudge caught wind of it, Harry would be gone and so would all of the reporters. Two dozen powerful and wealthy people would be without their magic. None of them would have a good explanation for their dark mark or the resurrected yet immediately dead dark lord.

It was a full two weeks before Harry awoke again. He wasn't in the hospital. He was in his own bed in his travel trunk at Hogwarts.

He woke and looked up, his vision wobbly. "Mum?" he asked as he saw the red headed woman beside him.

Lily Potter looked up from her book and over at her son. She smiled the most beautiful smile Harry could have ever imagined.

"My baby. You're awake. Let me tell everyone and get the healer," said Lily.

"I don't need a healer," said Harry quickly. Lily smiled and cupped his face. She let go and left to get the healer anyway.

Lily returned with Hermione, Gabrielle, Julius, Jameson, and James Potter.

Harry sat up and shook his head. "Am I dead?" he asked.

Hermione chuckled. "You're not, my love. You're a wonder, is what you are."

"You're a miracle, mon amour," said Gabrille. She leaned down to kiss Harry. Julius giggled at the change in perspective as she leaned over. He slipped into his father's arms and snuggled in. Jameson reached for Harry, too. Harry pulled them both over and held them close. He looked at his own parents who were snuggled in with one another.

"I don't know what to say. What happened?" asked Harry.

"From what we can figure, the magic you drained had to go somewhere. It's a completely unrepeatable fluke of accidental magic that Voldemort's last six victims were returned to the land of the living," said Lily.

"I didn't know that was possible," Harry said, thoughtfully. He looked confused. "Wait, I thought there were seven people returned?"

James Potter chuckled. "One person is still on the way," he said, putting his hand on Lily's stomach. Harry's jaw dropped open. Lily smiled and continued.

"No one knew it was possible. It's being kept quiet for now. Only Madame Bones' team and the Department of Mysteries is in the know," said Lily. James was grinning at the excellent prank his son had pulled. James was even still young and supple. He got to mock Padfoot and Moony endlessly about how old they looked. Regulus joined him. It was good times.

Harry looked at his parents, feeling vulnerable. His parental figures, his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, had certainly never wanted him. Would James and Lily want him?

Lily read the look on his face. "The tournament is over. As soon as you're feeling better, we can leave for France. I understand there's room in your house?" asked Lily.

Harry had tears in his eyes as he nodded his head. "I'll always have room for you," he said.

Lily leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek. Harry let out a watery laugh as his dad ruffled his hair. His baby boys giggled and said their first real word.

"P'ongs," they said together, reaching for James. James laughed and picked up his little grandsons.

Lily cuddled into James' side and said, "I'm a Grandmum."

Harry smiled. As Hermione and Gabrielle cuddled into his side, he felt perfectly content for possibly the first time in his life.

It took Harry another two days before Madame Pomfrey said he was ready for travel but at least he wasn't restricted to bed. Just to his own house.

Finally, the day came that the task mistress released Harry. He was beyond ready to leave for France.

"Stay in here with the boys and my parents while I get us out of this place," said Harry.

The girls wanted to argue but Harry had a valid point. They were still wanted for arrest in the United Kingdom.

Harry stood out of his trunk and put it in his pocket. He walked with Jean Claude, Bill, Fluer, Moody, Kingsley, Claudette, and Marie as they walked out of the space that held Harry's heart. Harry shrunk the trunk and put it in his pocket, under his basilisk hide robes.

They walked together towards Dumbledore's office. They were waylaid in the Great Hall.

"Finally!" called Fudge angrily. "Arrest him," said the man.

"For what? Lord Potter Black Slytherin Gryffindor Peverell has done nothing worthy of arrest. You should be thanking him right now," said Jean Claude angrily.

"Not him, you. You're in this country illegally. We'll see this settled right now," said Fudge. Something flew in from the antechamber. A dementor. People popped out of the Great Hall everywhere, taking down Jean Claude's six auror guards, Moody, and Kingsley.

Harry screamed. He threw his wand up and his patronus materialized even though the spell had not been spoken.

It slammed into the dementor and shredded it where it stood. Then, it turned on Fudge. It pinned the man to the ground.

"Harry, release him," said Dumbledore. Harry looked at Dumbledore angrily. "I'll take him into custody under ICW standards. He was going to kiss a foreign dignitary within his borders. He could start a wizarding war. We can't let it happen. Thanks to you, it didn't."

Harry looked angrily at Fudge. "I won't let him ruin things for me now. I'm truly happy for the first time in my life. I won't let him take that away from me," said Harry viciously.

Dumbledore nodded soberly but his eyes were twinkling like stars in the sky. "I understand, my boy. I'll just take care of this," he said. He took Fudge and his lackeys and popped away to the ICW in Germany. It was high time someone took Cornelius Fudge in hand. Having dementors in Dumbledore's school with his students was more than enough reason.

Harry huffed. "Can we go now? Please?" he asked.

"Certainly," said Jean Claude, smiling proudly at the boy he considered his own son. "Let us leave this horrid place behind."

"Finally," said Harry as he took the portkey out of his pocket and passed it around. He double checked that he had his travel trunk safely in his pocket still and activated the portkey.