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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 210005; Chapter Total: 6445
Here's the next chapter. I'm sorry for the delay. I was out of town for a few days with no access to my stories. I hope you like it. Please read and review. There may be just one more chapter for this story. Don't worry. There's a sequel after this.
Chapter 57: After the graveyard
A bright ray of sunshine fell upon Harry’s face, forcing him to blearily open his eyes. He wasn’t sure where he was since his blurred vision prevented him from seeing more than a couple of feet. He did see a table beside his bed with his glasses on it. He sat up, reached out to get them. The room fell sharply into focus as he put them on and he sighed.
He was in the hospital wing of Hogwarts again. It seemed that he had been spending the last days of the term in its sterile environment ever since he started coming here. The clock on the wall said that it was nine in the morning. For a moment he wondered why he was here. Then, the memories of the previous night’s events came back to him, causing him to flop back down on the bed.
He remembered the pull of the Triwizard Cup-turned-portkey, blacking out, then waking up to find himself tied to a tombstone. He remembered Voldemort coming up to him and trying to enter his mind to find the prophecy Dumbledore had told him about the year before. He remembered having to duel Voldemort before a rescue party arrived. Then, he remembered with anguish what happened then.
He saw Dumbledore stumble while dueling with Voldemort. He had run toward them, intent on helping the Headmaster. But Voldemort had noticed him and sent the Killing Curse toward him. He had been unable to move away in time but Mad-Eye Moody had pushed down and stood in the path of the green beam, dying in Harry’s place. This had shocked Harry.
After Voldemort and the other Death Eaters had Disapparated away upon the arrival of the Aurors, Harry just sat there staring at the body of Moody. The man’s magical eye stared back at him, lifeless and still.
Harry didn’t remember much after that, a vague memory of his dad gently pulling him to his feet and Ginny wrapping her arms around him and sobbing against his chest. He wasn’t sure how he got back to Hogwarts after that, much less ending up in the hospital wing.
Harry sighed and felt tears gather at the corners of his eyes. One of his favorite DADA professors, who had been his Dad’s mentor in Auror training, was dead and it was his fault. He shouldn’t have run toward Dumbledore and Voldemort. He had left himself open to attack and Voldemort had taken advantage of it.
Suddenly, the doors of the hospital wind flew open. Harry turned to look and saw Ginny standing there, a look of anguish to match his own on her face. Upon seeing him, she ran up to his bed and engulfed him in a tight embrace, settling her head on his chest.
“Don’t you dare blame yourself for that, Harry,” she said to him in his mind. “I was there and I saw the whole thing. It wasn’t your fault. If Moody had not taken the Curse, you’d be the one dead. Would you do that to me, Harry? Would you leave me like that?”
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. It broke Harry’s heart to see her like that.
“But, Gin,” he answered back in the same manner, “If I hadn’t been stupid and run toward Dumbledore, Moody wouldn’t have to run after me and take the curse. He’d still be alive.”
“Maybe, Harry,” she replied, “but then, maybe Dumbledore would be dead. If you hadn’t done that and distracted Voldemort, he might have killed Dumbledore.”
Feeling a sliver of doubt appear in Harry’s mind, Ginny went on, “But that doesn’t matter, Harry. The point is that it’s Tom who is at fault. He didn’t have to cast the Killing Curse at you. He could have used another one. It’s because he chose to cast the Killing curse that Moody is dead, not because you ran toward him. So it’s Tom we should blame for Moody’s death.”
Harry sighed and kissed her on the forehead, “How do you know what to say to me to calm me down?”
Ginny shrugged, “The Bond lets us know what the other is feeling. I guess knowing you for so long, I can figure out what’s going on in your head to cause such feelings and how to handle it so you don’t do yourself any harm.”
Harry thought about it for a moment then said, “I’m glad you can.” They continued to embrace each other in silence with Ginny’s head on Harry’s chest and their bodies molding to each other.
“Gin?” Harry said in her mind after a few seconds, “um, did you really feel the pain when my scar was burning and when Voldemort cast the Cruciatus on me?”
Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise that he would know and it was a couple of seconds before she replied. “Uh, yes, Harry, I did.” Before Harry could say anything, she continued, “Don’t you dare suggest severing the Bond to spare me the pain, Harry. I won’t let you. I don’t care about that.”
Harry sighed again. She knew him so well. “But I don’t want you to feel that kind of pain again, Ginny.”
“Well, we’ll just have to find a way to get around that. Maybe we should continue our training with Professor Dumbledore in Occlumency?”
“I guess so, Gin. Maybe we can ask him later.”
“I think we should do that. Now, hush, you need to rest some more.”
Just then, a distinct cough caused them to look up. They saw Madam Pomfrey watching them from a few feet away, the door to her office open behind her.
Ginny quickly got off Harry and they both sat up; their faces turning red with embarrassment at having been seen in such an intimate position.
“Ah, Mr. Potter,” the school nurse said, “I see that you are awake.” She didn’t comment about what she had seen, for which the two teenagers were extremely grateful. The nurse came up to them and looked critically at Harry.
She turned to Ginny. “Move over, Miss Weasley,” she said in a kind voice. “I need to check on Mr. Potter.”
Ginny moved to sit at the foot of Harry’s bed, taking a hold of one of Harry’s hands and clasping it tightly.
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Harry for several seconds, lingering over his shoulder where Voldemort had hit him with a cutting curse, his limbs and his ribs. Finally, she said, “All right, Mr. Potter. You seem much better. Those curses didn’t do any permanent damage. You just need to drink some potions. I will be right back with them.” She headed back into her office.
Then the door of the hospital wing opened again. Harry and Ginny looked up to see Harry’s sister and parents enter the room.
No one said anything at first as they walked over to them. Rose sat on the bed next to Harry’s. Lily sat down beside Harry and embraced him tightly. James stood behind his wife and son. Ginny remained where she was and continued holding his hand.
After a while, when it appeared his mother wouldn’t let him go, Harry said, “Mum, I need to breathe.”
Lily pulled back and looked at him intently, “Are you all right? How are you feeling?”
“I just feel a little sore, Mum,” he replied, shrugging his shoulder, “but otherwise I feel fine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, “Your father said that that monster used Legilimency on you then hit you twice with the Cruciatus, in addition to a cutting curse.”
Just then, Madam Pomfrey came out of her office. She was carrying a tray with several vials filled with different colored liquids.
Lily turned to her as she came closer, “How’s my son doing, Poppy?” she asked the older woman.
“He’s much better now than he was when he arrived here last night, Lily,” Madam Pomfrey replied. “He had a deep cut on his shoulder then that I healed. It shouldn’t leave even a scar after a few days.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief over that, feeling that he already had one scar too many. “He also had some muscle damage in his arms and legs and bruising around the ribs from being exposed to the Cruciatus curse. I have a few potions for him to take for that but it will take a few weeks. Other than that, he’s well enough to leave later this evening.”
Harry brightened up at that. “You mean it, Madam Pomfrey?” he asked, “I can leave the hospital wing later?”
Madam Pomfrey smiled, “Yes, Mr. Potter. You seemed to have recovered well enough. However, you will have to take it easy for a couple of weeks. Being subjected to the Cruciatus is a serious thing. It would be best if you don’t try any heavy physical activity for the next two weeks.”
Harry’s eyes widened at that, “Heavy physical activity?”
“Yes,” she replied, “things like jumping around, running and flying, especially Quidditch.”
Harry’s face fell on hearing that. But he consoled himself with the fact that it would be for only a couple of weeks.
“Right now,” Madam Pomfrey continued, “I need you to drink these three potions.”
“Um, do I really have to?” Harry whined.
“Yes, Mr. Potter,” the nurse sternly replied, “that is if you want to leave before dinner. Otherwise, I may have to keep you here for another night.”
Harry’s eyes widened a bit and he gulped, “Err, in that case, I’ll drink the potions.”
Madam Pomfrey gave him the vials one after another. Harry grimaced as he downed the different potions, all of them bitter tasting. He caught a whiff of amusement in his mind that he knew was from Ginny, causing him to scowl at her. She grinned back at him. Even Rose looked amused, though Harry thought he saw a dark shadow in her eyes.
Once she had given Harry his potions, Madam Pomfrey said, “All right, Harry, your family can stay for another hour. Then you should get some more rest.” With that, she went back to her office.
Harry looked up at his father who looked weary and hadn’t said anything yet. “Dad?” he said hesitantly, “I-I-I’m sorry about Moody. I wish he didn’t have to run after me.”
James sat down on the bed and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, squeezing it gently, “It wasn’t your fault, Harry. Voldemort killed Mad-Eye, not you. It’s that monster’s fault that Alastor is dead.”
“I-I know, Dad,” Harry said, softly. “Ginny convinced me of that just a while ago.”
“Good,” his father said. “I’m glad she settled that for you. Although, if it wasn’t for Mad-Eye, you’d be the one dead. I’m sad he’s dead, but I’d rather have you alive. I don’t care what I have to do or what needs to be done for you to remain alive. I want you and this cutie here,” he waved his hand at Ginny, “to marry someday and give me, Lily, Arthur and Molly lots of grandchildren. I want you to live a life once that monster is gone.”
Harry felt tears prickling his eyes upon hearing his father’s words. His cheeks were also turning crimson from hearing the word ‘grandchildren’.
He also felt the same emotions coming from Ginny. She moved over to James and gave him a hug her mother would be proud of. James’ eyes widened in surprise but he returned the hug.
Harry smiled as he turned to regard his sister. Now that he studied her more closely, he saw that her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Rose,” he said to her, “what’s wrong?”
Rose’s lower lip trembled for a moment then she launched herself at Harry, hugging him fiercely. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry.” She was crying onto his shoulder now.
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise and alarm. He returned the embrace. “What are you talking about, sis? What are you sorry for?”
She pulled back and looked at him through teary eyes, “I-I-I wasn’t able to w-warn you about being taken by Crouch. I didn’t have any visions of that. I feel like I failed you.”
Harry pulled her back into his arms and started rubbing her back soothingly, “Shhh. It’s all right. Just because you didn’t have a vision doesn’t mean you have anything to feel sorry for. I’m not sure how your seer ability works but I bet you can’t see everything that may happen. This is just one of those things. Don’t worry about it. You didn’t fail me or anyone else.”
Harry felt Ginny’s own alarm and concern lessen with his words. She placed a hand on Rose’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.
“Harry’s right, Rose,” Ginny said gently to her best friend, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t get a vision to warn us about something bad that may happen. If you get a vision, we’ll act on it. If you don’t, we’ll just be ready for anything. So, don’t let that bother you. We know you could never fail us.”
Rose lifted her head from Harry’s shoulder and looked at Ginny, “A-All right.” She sniffed one last time and pulled out of Harry’s arms to sit on the bed.
The doors of the hospital wing opened up once more. When the Potters and Ginny looked there, they saw Dumbledore looking in through the half-open doors.
“Ah, Harry, you’re awake,” the Headmaster said, “I hope you are up to some more visitors who are anxiously waiting to see you.” With that, he pushed the door open and walked inside, leaving the door open. Behind him followed Ron, Hermione, Neville, Maggie, Ti, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Fred, George and Bill.
Harry grinned widely and said, “Hey, guys!”
Within moments, they were clustered around his bed, greeting him and patting his back. Hermione even gave him a brief hug.
Molly sat beside Lily and engulfed Harry in her arms, “Oh, Harry, dear, we were so worried when you disappeared from the pitch.”
“Mum!” Ginny cried, “Let him breathe!”
Molly pulled back, “Sorry dear. I’m just so happy you’re back, safe and sound. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if anything happened to my future son-in-law.”
“Err,” Harry said, his cheeks turning red, “Thanks, Molly.” He could feel the happiness coming from Ginny over her mother’s words. Truth to tell, he felt glad over Molly’s acceptance that he and Ginny would be married one day, in spite of his embarrassment over having her say it in front of his parents, sister and friends.
“So, how is he doing?” Molly asked Lily, unaware of his embarrassment or thoughts.
“Well, Molly,” Lily said, “According to Poppy, he’s much better now than he was when he got here last night. She said he was well enough to leave the hospital wing by dinnertime.”
“Hooray!” said Ron, Fred, George, Neville and Ti.
“Boys, really,” Molly said to them, a scowl on her face. She turned back to Lily, “That’s good to hear. I’m glad he doesn’t have to spend more time here. I heard that he seems to always end the year here.”
“That he does,” Lily said, eyeing her son disapprovingly, “This makes it four times in a row.”
“MUM!” Harry whined, “This time, it wasn’t my fault.”
Lily’s face softened. “I know, Harry,” she said, as she brushed his hair on his forehead, revealing his scar. “I just wish you could have a normal school year for once.”
“I know, Mum, so do I,” Harry said as he turned to Remus, “Hey, Remus. Where’s Sirius?”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be along in a while,” Remus said, “He went to get one more visitor for you.”
Harry wondered who he meant when the doors to the hospital wing opened for the fourth time that morning and Sirius stuck his head in.
“Oh, so this is where everyone is,” he said. He came in, followed by Sam.
“Hi, Sirius. Hi, Sam,” Harry said, “It’s great to see you again, Sam. Where are the twins?”
“We left them with Blinky and Mimi so we could visit you,” Sam said.
“So, how did taking care of Andrew and Daisy for a day go?” Lily asked smiling.
“Oh, all right I suppose,” Sirius said, “I mean we didn’t have any accidents or problems with them. I figured it would be good practice for us.”
“Practice?” James asked, “What do you mean by practice, Padfoot?”
“Well, I guess now’s as good a time as any to let you guys know.” He turned to Sam who looked at everyone and said, “I’m pregnant.”
The girls squealed and, together with the women, rushed to Sam while the men congratulated Sirius with hearty handshakes.
“That’s great, Sirius,” Harry said, “Of course, I just can’t picture you as a dad.”
“Hey!” Sirius said, “What do you mean by that? I did okay with you when you were a baby whenever your parents needed to leave you.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Padfoot,” Remus said, a grin on his face, “I remember most of those times and I recall having to come to your rescue. Harry here wasn’t the most peaceful of babies. You could say he’s the true son of a Marauder.”
“This I’ve got to hear,” Ginny said, “I haven’t heard any stories of Harry before we met.”
“Oh no,” Harry said, “No one is telling any stories of me as a baby. I’ve seen the pictures. I don’t need to hear the stories about them.” He clamped a hand over his mouth when he realized what he had revealed.
“Pictures?” Ginny said, her eyes widening, “Rose, do you know anything about Harry’s baby pictures?”
“No, Ginny,” Rose said, staring at her brother, “I’ve never seen pictures of my big bro as a baby, at least from the time before I was born.” She turned to James, “Do you have an album of Harry before he turned one, Dad?”
“Yes, Rose,” James said, his eyes laughing at Harry’s scowl, “We had one but it seemed to have disappeared a few years ago. Now, Harry, you wouldn’t happen to know what happened to it now, would you?”
“Err, would ‘no’ be an acceptable answer?” Harry said, still scowling.
Ginny smirked and closed her eyes. Harry’s eyes widened and he realized what she was about to do. He felt her presence in his mind intensify through their bond. He tried to put up his Occlumency shields but it was like they were not an obstacle to her.
She opened her eyes a few seconds later, “It seems my dear soul mate here nicked the album before he came to Hogwarts and hid it.” She smirked at him then spoke into his mind, “Don’t worry, love. I’m not telling them where it is and I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t. You were just thinking about it too hard.”
Everyone laughed as Harry was glowering at Ginny.
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, “What is going on here? I didn’t allow all of you in here, only Miss Weasley and the Potters. Mr. Potter still needs his rest.”
Dumbledore came up to her and said softly, “I’m sorry, Poppy. It’s my fault. I thought seeing his friends and family would cheer Harry up after what happened last night.”
Madam Pomfrey looked sternly at Dumbledore for a few seconds then sniffed, “All right, Albus. They can stay for a while but they have to let Harry get some more rest if he intends to leave this room this evening.” She looked at Sam and said loudly, “Of course, this gives me a chance to see my dear niece.”
Sam came up to Madam Pomfrey and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek, “Hello, Aunt Poppy. It’s so good to see you again.”
“And you, my dear,” the nurse said, “You look positively radiant. I still can’t believe you married Sirius Black. I hope he’s been behaving himself.” She looked at Sirius, “He was always getting in trouble when they were here.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Aunt Poppy,” Sam said, looking fondly at Sirius, “Lily’s been giving me pointers on how to control a Marauder.”
“Hey!” Sirius and James cried, “What do you mean by that?”
Sam and Lily exchanged a look and burst out laughing.
“You guys are just so easy to tease,” Lily said, in between laughs.
“Ha, ha,” James said, “Very funny, Lils.”
Harry’s stomach suddenly let out a big growl, “Oops, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Mr. Potter,” Madam Pomfrey said. “You haven’t had anything to eat since before the task. I noticed you didn’t really eat that much then. I will have the house elves bring you something to eat. Then you have to get some more rest. I want everyone to leave now besides the Potters and Miss Weasley. Oh, Samantha, please stay. I’d like to catch up a bit more.”
Sam smiled, “Of course, Aunt Poppy.”
With that, the rest of the group bid Harry goodbye which included another big hug from Molly.
“Professor,” Harry called out to Dumbledore, “Please stay a while. I need to ask you something.”
Dumbledore nodded. He conjured a nice chair and sat down beside Harry’s bed.
“Err,” Harry said, “How are you feeling, Professor? I saw you stumble in your duel with Voldemort. I hope you weren’t hurt badly.”
“I’m fine, Harry,” Dumbledore, “My foot just caught on a root as I dodged one of Voldemort’s spells. His spells didn’t touch me.”
“Um, that’s good,” Harry said, looking down at his bed. After a moment of silence, he added, “I’m sorry about Professor Moody. When I saw you stumble, I was afraid Voldemort would be able to kill you. I forgot he was more interested in killing me.” Harry couldn’t suppress completely the feeling of guilt he had over Moody’s death in spite of what Ginny and his dad had told him. Ginny felt this and squeezed his hand in sympathy.
“Don’t blame yourself, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “You acted out of your feelings for me. That is not a bad thing. Moody did the same thing. He had grown quite fond of you these past few months, in spite of his gruff exterior. It was because he cared for you that he took the Killing curse in your stead. Love is a wonderful thing that Voldemort can never understand. It will enable us to win against him in the end.”
“Albus is right, Harry,” Lily said, “You can’t let Moody’s death dampen your spirits. That’s what Voldemort wants. As long as we have hope and love, we can beat that monster. So, don’t let this deter you or harden your heart.”
Harry simply nodded, unable to speak as he felt sadness over Moody’s death.
A house elf popped in then with a tray containing ham, eggs, bacon, pumpkin juice and bread. Lily and Ginny made sure Harry ate every last bit of food and drained the glass of pumpkin juice to the last drop. This made him sleepy.
Lily rearranged his pillow and drew the blankets over him. She kissed his forehead. “Sleep well, son. Your dad and I will be going home to take care of the twins. We’ll see you soon.”
James squeezed Harry’s shoulder gently, “Yes, we’ll see you soon, son.”
“Bye, Mum, Dad,” Harry said, groggily.
Rose gave him a one-arm hug and a kiss on the cheek, “I’m so glad you’re okay, Harry.”
“Thanks, sis,” Harry said, “Just remember that you can’t predict everything.”
“Sleep well, love,” Ginny said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Harry clasped her hand tightly, “Don’t go, Gin. Stay with me until I fall asleep. Please.”
Ginny looked at Madam Pomfrey who shrugged and then nodded. She and Sam stepped into her office where they started to talk in low tones.
Ginny lay down beside Harry, her head on his shoulder and one hand clasping one of his. Harry’s arm snaked out from under the blankets to wrap around Ginny’s waist. Neither of them said a thing, verbally or mentally. Ginny listened to Harry’s heartbeat slow down and become regular, allowing her to relax in turn.
Half an hour later, when Sam stepped out of her aunt’s office, she found both teens fast asleep. She pulled a blanket off another bed and spread it over Ginny before quietly leaving the hospital wing.
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