Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize from the Harry Potter series by the wonderful and talented JK Rowling. Basically, I own nothing but the plot (so far)
All of the people living on Privet Drive were normal, non-magical folk. At least they were from September until June. But from June until the very end of August, someone as far from 'normal' as any person could be, lived on this very street. Many of the people living in this neighborhood despised people who weren't normal, but no one despised abnormalcy more than the Dursleys.
The ironic thing is, this person lived at the very same house as the Dursleys, who worked hard to obtain 'normalcy'. No, Harry Potter was not normal by any standards. He was the boy-who-lived, the boy who had survived the killing curse at the age of one. But even more not normal than this, he was a wizard.
This boy was currently sitting in a chair that used to belong to Dudley, his abnormally large cousin, but had been given to him when Dudley had gotten the large leather chair he'd wanted. Of course, Harry had also gotten this chair when Dudley had sat on it for the first time and broken it... But, just the same, Harry was sitting in a chair, staring out his window. He sighed.
"It's all my fault that Sirius died. All my fault..."
Harry had become extremely depressed after the death of his godfather, Sirius. He didn't eat very much, or sleep much either. He wouldn't even leave his room unless it was to go to the bathroom or do chores for his Aunt and Uncle. He figured he deserved that, for killing Sirius.
"If only I had listened to Hermione- she reckoned that it was all a trick in the first place. But I had to be so stubborn. And I don't care what that fool Dumbledore says. It was my fault. He only cares about my scar anyway. It's not only Sirius' death- I could have gotten my friends killed too."
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud screech from his Aunt Petunia.
"Potter! Get down here! Now!"
"Coming Aunt Petunia" Harry said as he dragged himself out of the chair and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Now clean the sink will you?" Vernon scolded. "It hasn't been polished since yesterday!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, boy! Why I ought to..."
"Ought to what, Vernon dear?" Petunia asked.
"Give him a beating worse than last time. It's enough that we have to feed and clothe him, but now he's forgetting to do his daily chores!"
"Oh Vernon, just let him off the hook for once. He hasn't forgotten a single time yet this summer."
"Boy! You missed a spot!" Vernon said, then turned back to Petunia and continued his debate with her.
Harry lifted the Citrus scented All-Purpose Cleaner and sprayed it all over the sink. He took a washrag and began to scrub.
"You dolt! You use wax polish on the sink, not the Citrus cleaner!" Vernon yelled.
"You've never said that before..."
"Of course I have! You just don't listen to me! I ought to teach you a
"You don't wax sinks! No one waxes sinks! Who do you know that waxes their sink???"
"You will not take that tone with me, boy!"
Vernon struck Harry, hitting his eye, which immediately turned black and blue and began to swell.
"Much better." Vernon said as Harry went to get out the wax from the cabinet under the sink. "Now clean the microwave."
"But it's broken!"
"Clean the microwave!" Vernon said forcefully.
"With wax?" Harry asked. He didn't know what to do these days with all of Vernon's odd orders.
"No Boy! What are you? Completely dumb? You don't wax the microwave!" Vernon laughed.
Harry got out the Citrus cleaner again, and began to spray the inside of the microwave, ignoring the pain coming from his swelling eye.
"You idiot! You do not use All-Purpose-Cleaner on the microwave!"
"Yes you do!"
"No, you use Carpet Cleaner on the microwave!"
"What are you talking about? Carpet Cleaner is used on rugs!"
"I figure, if it is good enough for our expensive carpeting, it's good enough for the microwave."
"This makes no sense," said Harry, but nevertheless, he got out the Carpet Cleaner and began to clean the microwave with it, thinking all the while 'Ugh- I'm not eating anything made in this microwave for the rest of my life.'
Harry finished scrubbing the microwave with the Carpet Scrub and went to wash his hands.
"Don't you dare use that sink! I just waxed it!" Vernon screamed.
"No, I just waxed it!" Harry yelled back, starting to get agitated.
"Don't talk to me like that boy, and clean the inside of the oven."
"I just cleaned it yesterday!" Harry exclaimed. "While you and Dudley were at that fancy restaurant!"
"Well, clean it again!"
Harry took a look at the cleaning products.
'What do I use to clean the oven?' he thought. 'Yesterday and every other day I've just used the All-Purpose stuff, but from that look Vernon's giving me, it looks like he'll beat me to a pulp if I don't get this right.'
"Ummm..." Harry said timidly, "What do you want me to use on the oven?"
"How stupid are you, boy? Only morons wouldn't know that you use the blue spray bottle for the oven! It's clearly labeled!"
Harry looked at the blue spray bottle, which was clearly labeled. But it wasn't labeled 'Oven Cleaner' or anything that remotely sounded like it should be used to clean an oven. It was labeled "Toilet Cleaner". Harry chocked back what would have been a snort. He decided to humor Vernon and use it. He took it out and, once again, began to scrub.
"Back to business- your Aunt Marge is coming over for a weeks stay. We can't have you near her again after that stunt you pulled three years ago."
"But she doesn't even remember it!" Harry exclaimed as he attempted to clean the oven with the Toilet Bowl Cleaner.
"That is besides the point! We don't want an incident like that repeating! Is there anywhere you can stay except here for a week, boy?"
"No. I have to stay here."
"Again with the mouth! Why, boy? Come on, out with it."
"Because that's what Dumbledore said." Harry stuck his head out of the oven long enough to answer.
"Bumbly-door? Who's that?"
"Headmaster of my school, and its Dumbledore, not Bumbly-door." Harry informed.
"That is the last time you will speak to me like that, you hear me? Get over here, NOW!"
"Umm... no thanks- I'd rather not."
"You will get over here, right now, or I'll give you an even worse beating then I already plan to!"
Harry tried to make a run for the stairs, but before he could as much as put one foot on the step, Vernon had lunged at him.
It was way worse than it had been since the beginning of the summer. Vernon struck Harry's back, and he keeled over. He jumped up and down on his ribs. Harry let out a scream of agony as he simultaneously felt and heard a few of his ribs snap. His head swam as he tried to breath despite the sharp pains he felt every time he inhaled. Harry winced in pain, but was determined not to scream.
Vernon punched him in the stomach repeatedly, over and over, which aggravated the broken rib situation. Harry tried to move, but just couldn't. Vernon punched him in the eye again. The first punch to the eye had already swelled massively, so that Harry could only see out of one eye due to the enormous size of the other. The next thing he knew, he was being slammed up against the wall by the staircase and his uncle's hands closed around his neck, choking him. Everything faded for a few moments, but came sharply back into image when the large man let go. Suddenly he was thrown to the floor, feeling another sharp pain in his stomach as his uncle kicked him.
The abuse continued for over a half hour, Harry falling in and out of consciousness the entire time. Vernon dragged Harry up the stairs, into the smallest bedroom, and threw him out the window. He landed in the thorny bush below, which stood at least five feet high. Of course, at this point, Harry was unconscious. He rolled off the bush and smashed into the window. Glass shattered everywhere, many pieces embedding themselves in Harry's back. Harry landed in the Living Room, glass scattered along with leaves, dirt, and thorns all over the floor around.
Vernon and Petunia rushed down the stairs; staring in horror- at what this boy had done to their beautiful, clean Living Room.
"That is the final straw!" Vernon exclaimed. "His abnormal-ness has wrecked our Living Room! He will not continue to live under my roof!"
Vernon dragged the bloody, limp body of the Boy-Who-Lived out the front door and dropped him on the sidewalk. His skull had split open, but Vernon didn't care. He walked back into the house and closed the door.
Remus Lupin crossed the street between Wisteria Walk and Privet Drive, walking purposefully toward the Dursley's house. He was on "Harry-Watch"- a duty that all of the members of the Order were required to do on a rotating schedule. Not that he minded. Harry was the son of James Potter, who had been Remus' best friend before Voldemort murdered him.
He walked past Number Six, and saw something bright red lying in the sidewalk.
He approached it cautiously, but upon noticing that it was a person, he hurried toward it.
"Harry!" he exclaimed after identifying the person. He took Harry's limp, still unconscious body and apparated to Headquarters, carrying Harry.
He arrived at the front step of Number 12 Grimnauld Place, and began knocking furiously on the door.
Sirius opened it.
"Oh, hey Moony! I thought because of the banging on the door, something must be..." Sirius trailed off after seeing Harry.
"Bloody hell, what happened?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, I found him like this when I went to check up on him. He was laying out on the sidewalk."
"Bring him in."
Remus walked into the Noble House of Black, still carrying Harry.
"Molly!" called Sirius. "Molly, get down here quick! This is an emergency!"
Molly Weasley came running down the stairs.
"What is it?" she asked, but her question went unanswered when she saw Harry. "Well, what are you waiting for? We need to get him to St. Mungo's!"
"Of course!" Remus screamed, thinking all the while how stupid he was not to have thought of it before. "Meet me there in about ten minutes."
"No! I will be coming with you!" Molly exclaimed, turning to Sirius. "Go get Dumbledore, and then Ginny, Ron, and Hermione and meet us there. Don't tell the younger ones what happened just yet."
And, with that, they all disappated at once, three loud pops combined into one. It sounded like a miniature explosion. Hermione, Ron and Ginny, who had all been upstairs rushed down them to see what had happened, but no one was there.
"What do you think Padfoot needed Mum for?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Ginny said. "But it sounded pretty serious."
Meanwhile, at St. Mungo's, Mrs. Weasley and Remus Lupin had apparated into the main lobby area of the ground floor. They had rushed up to the Welcome Witch, who had directed them to the first floor, Creature Induced Injuries. Though this did not make much sense, it was the closest they could come to Muggle-Induced Injuries. He was immediately admitted, and was sent to the Derwent Ward for treatment.
The staff at St. Mungo's were very accommodating and began to attend to Harry right away, which may have had something to do with the fact that he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Healer Rose and Healer Hayden were Harry's personal healers.
Healer Hayden had given him an Awakening Potion to bring him back into consciousness and then a Sleeping Potion so that he wouldn't feel as much pain. It usually wasn't hard to mend broken bones and such, but the extent of Harry's injuries were too severe to even begin to try something on.
Healer Rose preformed a quick check of Harry's body to see exactly what injuries had become him. She determined that he had five broken ribs, two black eyes severe enough that it had caused Harry's eyes to swell shut, an extremely large crack in the back of his skull extending to the side, an extremely large amount of glass and thorns embedded in his back, and a damaged liver and spleen.
Hayden walked out of the ward and into the waiting room where Molly, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stood, as well as Fred, George, Professor McGonagall, Tonks, Moody, Hagrid, Neville, and Madame Pomfrey. He hated this part of his job.
"Mr. Potter is in critical condition. His skull is split open, he had five broken ribs, and a large amount of glass embedded in his back."
He then went on to list everything that was wrong with Harry.
"We can take two people in at a time. Who would like to go first?" asked Healer Hayden.
"Remus- you go. You found him." Molly said quietly. "And you too Poppy. You might be able to help."
Healer Hayden left the waiting room with Remus and Madame Pomfrey at his heels. As they entered the ward, Pomfrey gasped at what he saw. She had seen Harry numerous times in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts, but he had never looked as bad as this. It was at this point that she realized why Harry had barely ever complained about her foul-tasting potions or moaned and groaned over his injuries like the other students.
"He has been abused by his Uncle, hasn't he?" Remus asked.
"That is what we are inclined to believe," replied Healer Rose.
"That is so sad." Madame Pomfrey sighed.
"What do you think I should use to mend the long split in his skull? That is perhaps the most dangerous of the injuries." Healer Hayden asked.
"I think one of the more complicated healing spells should probably do it. After all, if this was all inflicted upon Harry by his Uncle, it really shouldn't be too hard to fix with Magic." Madame Pomfrey was always good for healing tips.
Healer Rose raised her ribs because wand and pointed it at the back of Harry's skull.
"Guarire il teschio!" she exclaimed. New bone and skin grew where the long gash used to be, but Harry was still left with a long scar where the split had been.
"The ribs?" asked Lupin.
"There isn't much we can do about the of the extent of the injuries. Just healing the wound in his skull is going to knock him unconscious for around two days. See? He's out." Healer Rose said.
"Isn't there anything you can do about his face?" asked Remus.
"Only a glamour charm." Healer Hayden answered
"Can't you just perform a simple de-swelling charm?"
"Even that might knock him out for a few further days, and I think the swelling will most likely subside within the next few days anyway."
"And the ribs? What will you do about them?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"There is a muggle remedy we're going to use. When a muggle breaks their ribs, they tape them up and avoid moving, which Harry really doesn't have a choice anyway. After he regains consciousness, we will be able to fix them in about thirty seconds. But it is extremely dangerous to use a lot of magic at once when someone is unconscious."
"Couldn't you just bring him into consciousness?" Moony asked.
"Not after the healing charm we used on his skull. That requires a lot of magic."
"What would happen if you were too use too much magic?"
"He could die."
"Make sure that doesn't happen!" He exclaimed. "Well, I guess I'd better let two more come on. Come on Poppy!"
Remus and Madame Pomfrey left the room, and Molly and Sirius entered. They'd been waiting outside the door. Slowly, two by two, everyone that had been in the waiting room went in and saw Harry. Most were shocked at how badly he was injured. Ginny and Hermione started crying when they saw him, and Ron looked like he might. Neville was worried, as was Mrs. Weasley and the rest of the small crowd.
Two days passed. Harry's condition was slowly improving, but he still had not regained consciousness. The two healers had taped his ribs up, as a muggle doctor would have done. The swelling of his eyes had drastically subsided.
The Third Day came, but still, Harry did not wake up. Same with the fourth, and the fifth.
The healers were getting worried. If Harry didn't wake up by the seventh day, they would have to perform the healing charms to get rid of the glass, or it would get infected.
Luckily, they were spared this, because mid-day on the sixth day, Harry awoke.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were in the room at the time with Healer Rose. Harry stirred, and then woke up.
"Wh-where am I?" Harry asked.
"Saint Mungo's" Ron replied, happy that his best friend was finally awake.
"Lupin found you on the sidewalk in front of Number Four all beat up."
"Remus Lupin- Moony... you know, like, your second dad." Ginny said.
"Okay... and who are you?"
"I'm Ginny! You know, your girlfriend?" Ginny said. Inside, Ginny was extremely upset. How could he forget who she was? They'd started going out at the very end of Harry's fifth year.
"Oh, okay. And who are you?" Harry asked, pointing to Ron.
"Umm... I'm Ron... your best friend."
"And you?" Harry pointed to Hermione.
"I'm Hermione... your other best friend."
"And who's that?" Harry said, pointing to Healer Rose.
"That is the healer that is in charge of this ward." Hermione said.
"And who am I?" Harry asked a grin slowly spreading over his face.
"You're Harry Po- Harry! That isn't nice!"
Harry had been pretending to suffer from Memory Loss.
"Harry, tell me exactly what happened." Ginny ordered.
"My uncle." Harry said simply, ignoring the "exactly" part.
"What about your uncle?" Ginny pressed.
"He beat me, okay?"
A/N: Not exactly a cliffie, but it'll have to do! Please read and review. Lemme know what you think!!! I might be able to get another chapter up tomorrow- it depends what I'm doing. As for my other story, I'm taking a short break from it because I am suffering from writer's block... if anyone has any ideas on where I should go with my other fic, please email me (sugarcraziesarahhotmail.com)
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