Chapter 2: Magic and Tattoos!

Harry lives! Andromeda is angwy

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His eyes fluttered open, as light reached his pupils. Harry Potter slowly began to sit up, as he looked around. He was in a room, in so far as he could tell it definitely was not the infirmary at Borstal. If only because Borstal did not have a private medical room.

As he stood up from his bed and looked around the room. It had a window which showed him green pastures, and a tree line in the distance.

He also looked at himself, and noticed he was wearing white and blue striped pajamas.

The room smelled of sanitation. A far cry of the misery and depression back at the prison, And he remembered he got stabbed after making his way towards the security doors after being told he was being released.

He was set up.

Just then, he heard the door open and a woman with light brown hair and dark brown eyes wearing a red robe with a white apron and headdress walked in.

Her entire outfit looked out of place, better fit for nurses in world war one. Which made her stand out all the more. Then the woman spoke up, "Mister Potter, I see that you are up and walking around,"

"Where am I?" Harry asked, unsure of himself.

"You are in the private rooms ward at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries," the woman said as she took out a weird stick and started flicking it around him.

Then she introduced herself, "I am Healer Tonks,"

"What the fuck is that thing?" Harry asked, pointing at the stick, then he paused as her words registered, "Wait, Magical maladies? Man that shank must have been coated in something strong cause i must be hallucinating,"

"I assure you, Mister Potter. You aren't Hallucinating," the self proclaimed healer said as she twirled the stick in her hand, "Well, everything seemed to be in good order, just make sure you don't do anything too strenuous,"

Then the woman said in a more personal tone said, "It's good to see you again Harry,"

"Do I know you?" Harry asked, looking confused. How did this woman know him?

"I'd expected you too considering I was the healer that delivered you, you little punk," the older woman said to him.

Harry frowned, and replied, "I'd appreciate not being called a punk, there might be a familiarity factor if you were indeed the doctor who delivered me. but I'd rather not be spoken to like that, I know I'm a convict but,"

"My apologies, I got a bIt ahead of myself there," the woman said, and then turned to leave the room, as she crossed the door she went to close it, saying, "I'll let your guests know you are up and about.

Then the door closed. Harry Potter had too much going through his mind, so he sat down on his bed and out his hands in his face as he said, "What the fuck? Magical Maladies?"

The door opened after a couple moments, and Healer Tonks came back with a man dressed in a cotton three piece suit that looked ripped right out of Winston Churchill's wardrobe.

And another elder wizard that looked like Gandalf the Gray from the Lord of the Rings, dressed like him too, except his robes looked a bit more refined and of a silkier material.

"Mister Potter! My goodness. Gave us quite the scare there," the man with Churchill's clothes said, as he approached, and took the teenagers hand into his own and shook it, "Them bloody muggles and their barbarity, to think they'd lock you up of all people,".

"Pardon me?" Harry said, taken aback, "With all do respect sir. I did commit a heinous crime, I was guilty and for that I had to serve time. I one hundred percent earned my punishment,"

"Mister Potter, you lashed out because of the abuse you endured under your muggle relatives. defending yourself isn't a crime," the man insisted, "All of Britain owes you a debt of gratitude, and the gross miscarriage of justice from the muggle ministry! Unforgivable!"

"Who are you? And what's a muggle?" Harry asked, choosing to move in from the rantings of the clearly deranged man.

"I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Beside me is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, the premier school for magic in Magical Britain,"

"Magic?" Harry asked, looking at the man blandly.

One lengthy explanation later, along with a few demonstrations of said magic by the headmaster and Harry sat looking stunned. His parents had been wizards, who died protecting him from a Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord had been defeated by him when he was just a baby (though he agreed with the Gandalf look alike that credit definitely belonged to his mother.) ending almost two decades of war.

The Ministry of Magic had pushed the muggle government, that being everyone else who wasn't magical, into reopening his case after evidence of abuse came up.

An appeal would have taken too long, so instead he now sat looking at the papers that granted him a full and unconditional pardon.

"What are you to do now Mister Potter?" The Minister of Magic asked.

Harry didn't answer at first, as he began to hyperventilate. Suddenly feeling a strong desire to go back to prison as he realized, he didn't know what he was going to do. Freedom was never in the cards for him. He never bothered to get a diploma or a skill. He doubted the system would even offer him any considering his sentence was to life in prison.

Tears began to form in the corner of his eyes as he said, "I-I don't know. I never thought I'd be free again. I don't know what to do, I don't have an education. Nobody will ever hire me because I am a convicted felon… what have you done?"

"Mister Potter," the Headmaster said looking down at him critically, "Do you regret what you did to your family?"

"Every day," Harry answered, "Every day. They may have been abusive to me but Dudley… I didn't think things through. I was too stupid to realize the enormity of my actions and their stupidity,"

Then Albus Dumbledore produced a parchment envelope with a wax seal from his sleeves and said, "Then I believe it is my duty to inform you of your place at Hogwarts. Cherish this opportunity, not everyone gets a second chance to make things right,"

Harry took the letter in his hands and opened it, breaking the wax seal. He read the contents and the tears gave way into a stream of tears.

"Something wrong?" Minister Fudge asked him.

"I never thought I'd get the chance to go back to school. To get an education," Harry explained, as he wiped the tears from his cheeks, and apologized, "I'm sorry. I never expected any of this. I'm overwhelmed. I don't know what to say,"

"Alright now," Healer Tonks spoke up, "We don't want to induce a panic attack now into Mister Potter by overwhelming him. You two can come back another day,"

Later in the day, Andromeda Tonks was doing rounds checking in on her patients before ending her shift at the hospital.

As she walked towards the door belonging to Sirius godson. She couldn't help but curse her cousin, she doubted he had honestly betrayed the Potters. She really did, but situations like the one she was dealing with now was precisely why she refused to lift a finger to help him. As much as she knew that bothered her niece.

Indirectly and unknowingly, he had added at least two more deaths to his action. Sirius's daughter was in her care, and his godson was her newest patient. A boy who was abused so much it turned him into a murderer and forced to spend a third of his young life in prison.

And who knew what that poor boy had seen while locked up.

Despite how much her maternal instinct made her want to take the boy in, however, She firmly kicked that instinct away. He was still a person capable of murder, and she doubted those muggles were the last time he had killed based on how he acted.

Harry Potter had a glean in his eyes, he was always watching everyone with a hyperawareness. Calculating and plotting were taking place behind behind those green eyes of his. Lily would have hated to see what happened to her boy.

Granted, those were things that would have definitely come about from his trauma. But she was a risk averse person.

As she knocked on his door to let him know she was coming in and opened it. She was treated to a sight.

The boy was fresh out the shower, though he was wearing his pants. However his shirt was off, and he was currently drying his face with a towel from what she could see, with his back to her.

It wasn't his big biceps and triceps or his muscled back that gave her pause.

But rather, it was what was on the boy's back. She froze for one moment, as she saw an image of her niece tattooed on his back. The same face, the same straw blonde hair, the long braid falling over her shoulder. The amethyst colored eyes.

And three snakes around her, two on her right side, one with its mouth open and the other looking ready to lunge with its fangs exposed and the last snake over the tattoo portrait's head. Also showing its fang and ready to lunge.

As the boy put on a shirt, Andromeda swallowed the lump in her throat. He was definitely not going near her niece, even if they were going to be attending Hogwarts together. Nope, she would not allow it.

However, just to be on the safe side, she asked, "Who's that on your back? A Girlfriend of yours?"

"Nope," Harry said as he turned around, "Don't have one. Kind of hard to get a girlfriend when you are locked up, you know?"

"Who is it then?" Andromeda asked, now genuinely curious.

"It's Silly, I doubt you'd want to know," Harry replied, but shrugged and said, "It's supposed to be the french saint Jeanne D'Arc"

How the fuck did this little bastard know about her niece?! Jeanne being a reincarnation was supposed to be a secret between herself and her niece.

"And the snakes?" The healer pushed. as she was starting to get worried, shit she might have to make him disappear. Maybe her upbringing in the house of Black wasn't all that useless after all.

"Ah, I guess they represent my guilt? The ones with their fangs out represent the double murder, and the last one represents my arson charge. Since It's what I got convicted for, I thought it was fitting, a saint maiden surrounded by snakes" The green eyed boy answered, "It's kind of dumb and stupid actually. I've had a crush on her since before I knew who she was, one day I just started dreaming of her when I was twelve. It always felt so real, and I'd remember each detail of the dream. She was kind and warm, something to hold onto in the cold and oppressive cells of Borstal where the jailers were cunts who treated us like we were subhuman. Then one day I saw her picture in a bookmark that a French Catholic priest would use when visiting the prison to try and save our souls. I've loved the idea of her since, probably would have gone insane without the idea of her watching over my damned soul,"

"Interesting," Andromeda said as she unknowingly let out a sigh of relief, then she asked him, "Are you a Christian?"

"Not really," Harry answered, "Hard to be a Christian in Borstal. When you see how many good, talented kids ended up there because they got dealt a bad hand and crime was their only way to survive. How can there be an all good, all loving god when there's so much suffering? Don't get me wrong there's definitely some animals in there that deserve to be locked up, but a lot of kids who deserved the clemency i got, kinda makes you realize there can be no god when so many good people suffer,"

"You make an interesting point," Healer Tonks said as she filed that information away, "Anyways, I'm here to do a quick check up, but you seem to be in good health,"

Once Andromeda got home, she collapsed on the couch. The day had been emotionally and physically exhausting. as she laid on the couch, her niece looked up from her book and said, "Welcome back, I got us some pizza and garlic sticks. They are in the oven,"

"Jeanne," Andromeda said, "Stay cute and innocent forever, don't commit crimes,"

"I'd never," Jeanne replied, then turned to her aunt and asked, "Had to treat an Azkaban prisoner?"

"Something like that," Andromeda said as she stood up, "Now where is that Pizza? I'm hungry!"