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Harry Potter and The Inevitable by GinnyPotter0116
Chapter 10 : Chapter Ten: Healing and Revealing
 
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Madam Pomfrey ran her wand over Harry for what seemed the millionth time, and they all watched as the end of it glowed when she past Harry's stomach. Muttering something under he breath, she found the problem.


 

"Your lung is punctured. There is only so much magic can do for the outside, so I need you to be careful even after I heal it." She told Harry carefully.


 

He nodded up to her, then locked his on the wall again, not wanting to look at anyone in the room. Waving her wand in front of her, Madam Pomfrey spent a few minutes muttering a spell and waving her wand around Harry's stomach. Then he felt as though a ice dagger went through something inside of his stomach, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the feeling. She then looked up at his head, and her eyes focused on the blood dried on his forehead and hair.


 

"How old is that head injury, Harry?" She asked, gently bringing his head closer so she could look.


 

She patted his head carefully, feeling for any bumps and cuts, but couldn't. Harry winced as she touched the back of his head, and he let out a deep breath.


 

"First day I got there," He told her in a small voice, "Hit my head on the wall and was knocked out."


 

She nodded, and pulled out the bottle of Dittany again, and poured a few drops over the back of his head. It smoked slightly, making it look as if his hair was on fire, and Harry tried to hide his discomfort from everyone. When she patted the area again, Harry could not feel anything, and it helped the slight pounding in his head ease.


 

"Anything else that I need to heal?" She asked him gently.


 

If Harry didn't look uncomfortable then, he definitely did now. He tried to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room, but they all were looking at him. The same question was one all their minds, what was wrong?


 

"My muscles, they're really sore." He told her in a whisper.


 

For a moment he thought he saw pity and sadness on her face, but it disappeared in a second. 


 

"Invenire dolor," She muttered with her wand pointed at him.


 

A small wisp of smoke came out of her wand, and flashed a bright red, then disappeared into nothing. Sucking in a deep breath, she grabbed her bag and put it on her lap, and searched through the contents.


 

"What is it?" Molly asked, unfamiliar with the spell.


 

"It check's for the amount of soreness in a muscle in the body. Red is about the highest it can go." She answered, her voice shaky.


 

There was a intake of breath around them, and Harry didn't look to see their reactions, he knew there was pity written on their faces. Finally finding what she was looking for, Madam Pomfrey reached down in her bag and produced a small vial of potion.


 

"It's all I have right now, but I'll get you some more." She said, uncorking it for Harry.


 

"What is it?" Harry asked, straining to read the small letters written on the potion.


 

"It's a Pain Reliever Potion." She replied, and handed the vial to him.


 

"Someone slipped me one in Little Hangleton." Harry said, suddenly remembering.


 

"We'll explain everything later, Harry. Let Madam Pomfrey finish tending to you, first." Dumbledore said hastily, knowing what Harry's reaction would be if he told him who helped him.


 

Gripping the vial tight in his hand, Harry poured the potion down his throat, and a look of disgust was on his face. He set the vial down on a table by the end of the couch next to him, and closed his eyes as his stomach churned uncomfortably. Even though Harry was hungry, the thought of food almost sent him running to the toilet. He hardly ate while he was in his cell, mostly because he hardly got food, but because he was usually unconscious most of the time or he was in too much pain to notice his hunger. Now he wished he would of, he hated the feeling inside his stomach right now.


 

Just like before, the affect of the potion was almost immediate. Harry's stiff muscles seemed to relax, and the pain that was in them dulled down, he felt as though he ran two miles non-stop. Finally feeling some kind of relief than what he had before, Harry let his body relax into the couch, and let his head fall onto the back of the couch. 


 

Sirius and Remus seemed saddened by his reaction to the potion, seeing how much Harry seemed to relax, even though there was still pain coursing through him. His endurance to pain was higher than they had thought. Molly watched him, caught between relief and pity as she saw him finally relax. She noticed when they first arrived back that even in his unconscious form his body was tense and alert. 


 

Dumbledore felt that he was to blame for everything that happened to Harry, he should of have the wards look for certain types of magic on Severus when he came in, not to just allow him with any type of dark magic on him. Ron and Hermione could barely watch him, images running in their heads of what could of happened to Harry that made him how was in front of them right now.


 

Arthur came back down then, with folded clothes resting in his arms as he came into the room. When he walked in, he looked straight at Harry, and most people in the room thought he was going to faint. His eyes popped wide open as he mouth dropped open, his eyes scanning down Harry and his injuries. Walking almost numbly, he came over to Harry at set the pile of clothes on the arm of the couch.


 

"These are for you to change into when you're ready." He said quietly to Harry, a slight tremble in his voice.


 

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley." Harry croaked.


 

Arthur gave him a half-hearted smile, and gave Harry a very gentle pat on the shoulder. Arthur then walked over and sat close to Molly, and grabbed her hand. Madam Pomfrey walked over and grabbed a blanket folded on the couch behind Ron and Hermione, and tossed it over Harry when she noticed him shivering slightly. He smiled at her in thanks, and wrapped the blanket tightly around his shoulders.


 

"Harry," Dumbledore started, getting off his chair and coming over to face Harry, "We need to discuss what happened up at the Riddle House."


 

"Albus." Sirius said sharply, noticing the little color Harry had managed to get drain from his face.


 

"You know as well as I do that it'll help him, Sirius. It did last year." Dumbledore said, sitting down the coffee table in front of Harry.


 

"That was different," Harry whispered, his voice sounding strained, "I was with Voldemort for more than a week, Dumbledore. Last time it was only for over an hour."


 

"Still, I believe it will help you more than you think. It would be better for you get it off your chest." Dumbledore told him.


 

Harry closed his eyes, almost as if he were holding back a rude comment, which they guessed he was, and breathed out of his nose.


 

"What do you want to know?" Harry asked with a tremble in his voice.


 

"Everything, just start from the beginning." Dumbledore responded calmly.


 

Harry closed his eyes for a minute, gritting his teeth while images ran inside his head like a Muggle movie, refusing to leave his mind. Opening his eyes finally, he saw everyone was waiting with patience for him to start.


 

As he began talking, he successfully kept his voice steady. He told them of how Voldemort threw him in the cell, every time he was dragged to Voldemort by Death Eaters, everything Voldemort had asked him, the curses that had hit him, the torture, everything. When he started talking about the being put under the Cruciatus Curse by Voldemort and his Death Eater's however, he found he couldn't keep his voice steady, his voice cracked and sounded more hoarse than before, and couldn't hide it as he finished telling his story.


 

When he stopped talking, they all could see there were tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. There was hardly any color in his face, his thin body was shaking, and his eyes were filled with pain and sadness. When he allowed himself to look around at everyone, he found they looked almost the same as him.


 

Dumbledore was rubbing at his eyes, his mind trying to process everything that Harry had told him, and his face showed the anger he felt at the situation. Sirius sat at the other end of the couch by Harry's feet, letting his head fall into his hands as tears fell off his nose and onto his trousers. Remus was still kneeled on the ground by Harry, and had turned his head from anyone, so they could not see his reaction. Molly grasped Arthur's hand tightly in her own as tears ran rapidly down her face, and her other hand tried to wipe them away fast. 


 

Arthur and Ron both had the same reaction, they had open mouths, and staring at the ground with disbelief written on their faces, horrified at what Harry was put through in a short amount of time. Hermione clutched Ron's arm, and was sobbing soundlessly, her body trembling. Her mind wanted to believe that what had happened didn't, but the evidence was right in front of her, and she knew she couldn't deny it. Madam Pomfrey looked horrified, and was trying to calm down her frantic heart as she searched through her bag once again.


 

"I need you to take a Blood Replenishing Potion once a day, along with a Soreness Relief. A Strengthening Solution at least twice a day. I'll send over some Bruise Remover for your face, arms, and legs, and I recommend a Lung Clearing Potion to help your lung heal. For now that's all I can do, and the Healer's from Mungos won't be necessary anymore." She told him, grabbing the available potions out of her bag and setting them next to Harry.


 

She sat up from her chair and vanished it, and gently gave Harry a soft pat on his cheek as everyone else tried to get themselves together.


 

"If there is anything else you need from me, I'll be available at Hogwart's if you need me." She told him softly.


 

"Thanks." Harry managed to croak out, his voice sounding choked.


 

She smiled at him, and made her way to the Floo. As the fire turned green and Madam Pomfrey vanished, everyone sat in silence for a moment. Remus was the first to get up from his place on the floor, and reached over to grab the potion's by Harry.


 

"You should probably take these now." He said to Harry, who nodded.


 

He uncorked the bottle of Blood Replenishing Potion, and handed it to Harry. He raised the bottle to his lips, and quickly drained it. For the first time in his life, Harry had a potion that didn't taste half bad, it tasted like Muggle cough medicine. Setting the bottle on the table next to the other one sitting there, Harry gave a big yawn.


 

"After you take these, do you want a Dreamless Sleep Potion to take?" Sirius asked, his voice sounding as tired as Harry felt.


 

Nodding his head, Harry took the remaining Potion's Remus handed him, and rested his body comfortably under the blanket. Harry looked around the room again, and spotted his wand sitting on the table next to Ron and Hermione. Good, someone found it, he thought tiredly. He had thought before that it was lost it for good, and was happy to be wrong. Molly sat up from her spot by Arthur, and hurried into the kitchen to find the Potion Sirius had requested. Sirius got up from the couch and kneeled next to Harry, and reached out to rub his arm gently. Harry laid his head down on the arm of the couch, and looked at Sirius with drooped eyes.


 

"I'm sorry this happened to you." Sirius said in a choked voice.


 

"There was nothing you could do, Sirius. It's not your fault." Harry told him in a whisper.


 

Remus nodded in agreement beside him, but Sirius knew Moony blamed himself too. They would talk about it later. Remus ran his fingers through Harry's hair soothingly, ignoring the fact it was matted with blood and dirt. A few minutes later Molly returned, a steaming goblet full of Dreamless Sleep.


 

Harry reached his arm out to take it from her, and muttered a thank you. Molly beamed down at him as a tear escaped her eye, and she went back over to Arthur on the other couch. Harry took a sip from the goblet, and instantly could feel the effects of the potion hit him. Someone grabbed the goblet out of his hand before he could drop it.


 

"We hope you feel better." He heard two voices call out to him, one female and the other one male, as if they were far away.


 

Harry's head slumped back onto arm of the couch, and could feel Remus still running his finger through his hair as Sirius tucked in the blanket around him. Harry faintly smiled at their acts, both acting like a father to him. Harry finally gave in and closed his eyes, and with that he fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a while.


 

 


 

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A/N: Thank you for your reviews on the last two chapters, I loved reading them! Sorry about the wait on the last chapter, it was out of my control. Chapter eleven should be up soon, by the time this is posted I'll probably be done with it! R&R!


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