Chapter 5 : Chapter 5 - Skeeter the Bug
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Three Weeks Later
Harry awoke from a terrible dream, in what seemed like seconds after he had collapsed. His scar was no longer hurting, but he still sat up gasping for air, clutching his scar. Where was he? He was in a small room. A single window looked out over the busy London streets. He was sitting in a bed, a white curtain was placed between his bed and what was probably the door. Where was he? He got up and saw that he was no longer wearing his shabby clothes, which had lasted him five years. He was now wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, not unlike the clothes he used to wear. He walked over to the window and watched people walking by.
The front entrance of the building was seen to the left below his room. He saw that nobody was going inside. Then suddenly a person appeared out of nowhere. Five seconds later a couple more people did the same. He watched carefully as a man wearing a cloak disappeared through the wall and it suddenly hit him. He was in St Mungo’s.
He looked around the room. There was a painting on the wall. Underneath the painting was the inscription – Phineas Nigellus. Trust Dumbledore to keep an eye on Harry at all times. Harry sighed and sat down again. He saw a copy of the Daily Prophet sitting on the bed side table. Actually there was a whole pile of them. How long had Harry been out?
The latest one had the date ‘Friday, 13th of July’ on it. He flicked through the front pages of each of the newspapers and finally came to the 25th of June. Starring at him on the front page, was a picture of his seventeen year old self. He wasn’t smiling for the camera, but his eyes still had that mischievous glint in them.
THE BOY WHO LIVED AGAIN?
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the one who was killed by You-know-who himself, five odd years ago, is still alive. Rita Skeeter, writer for the Daily Prophet witnessed his coming back in person. This lady, with somewhat of a dazzling smile, told the Daily Prophet that she was there. Harry Potter arrived at Ronald and Hermione Weasley’s house around lunch time on the 23rd of June.
Harry told the family, Rita Skeeter, Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin and Nyphadora Tonks his story. The Boy-Who-Lived had been captured by You-Know-Who and taken to an underground lair. While at this place Harry was tortured and held for these past five years. The Dark Lord tried to get the prophecy, which is still not known in the wizarding community. Potter, being the hero that he was, learnt to do wand less magic, a thing not know to be done by many wizards yet.
After telling his heroic story Harry Potter fainted from exhaustion. He is now being taken care of at St Mungo’s.
Harry threw the newspaper to the floor in discust. He didn’t bother to read the other articles about himself and fell back onto his bed.
He could here the busy street down in London and he wished he could be out there with the rest of the world, enjoying their day, for Harry had not been or seen many people, other than Death Eaters for five odd years. He wanted to see Diagon Ally and Hogwarts again. He wanted to take money out of his vault, if it was still there, and try Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans again.
Harry’s thoughts came to a stop when he decided to go back to sleep. He opened the sheets of his bed and had a long restless sleep.
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