Finding Home (chapter 8) enjoy :)

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It was a nice afternoon. The summer sun was nice and warm.

An old man was walking along the shore. It was his daily ritual after all.

Doc said he did need exercising. The walking seemed to work alright for him.

The old man was accompanied by his dog, a Newfoundland. The dog had come running back to him with the orange ball secured in her mouth.

"That's it Old Mother." The man said taking the ball and throwing it again. "Doc said you could use the exercise too."

The old man walked a little further down closer to the water. He enjoyed watching the waves crash around the shore. It had a calming appeal.

That was when the man noticed something different. There was something or another just ahead. He picked up his pace towards the strange mass.

As he got closer he realized that it was a man, no a boy. Nearly twenty by the looks of him. The man thought as he got closer.

Old Mother was right by his side as the old man bent down to examine the boy.

The old man felt for a pulse at the boy's neck. There was one there. That was when he noticed odd looking scars across the boys face. Another strange one on his forehead, a lightning bolt.

"Best get you further from the water." The old man said. He grabbed the tattered clothing the boy was wearing and pulled him further up the beach. The old man did not have that much strength about him, but figured that out of the water was better than in.

"Alright Old Mother," the old man spoke to the dog. "I have a job for you. You are to take care of this boy. Lie down, that's a good girl. Stay with him and keep him warm. I'm going to fetch Doc."

The old man tied the lease that he had around his arm to the boy and hooked the collar that was around the dog.

"Now stay." He said walking away.

The old man walked briskly to a group of cottages that stood a ways from the beach.

He knocked on one of the doors. It was soon answered by a man that nearly rivaled him for gray hairs. "Mickey, top of the day."

"Hey Doc, a boy just washed up on our beach."

"Alive?" Doc asked.

"Aye, Old Mother is watching him now."

"Just give me a moment." Doc said. He grabbed a satchel that was by the door along with a litter and a wool blanket. "We just need to get Marcus."

The two gentlemen went to the next house. From there they were joined by another older gentleman.

Marcus had Doc and Mickey loaded into his car. Marcus then drove them to the beach where Mickey had directed. Marcus guided the car as close as he could to the beach.

The three walked down towards the beach together. When they arrived at the spot where they boy was they saw that Old Mother was lying on him to keep him warm.

"That's my lady." Mickey said removing the leash from the dog.

The three were able to pick up the boy with the litter and carry him to the car. Doc immediately had began checking the boy over. "Nothing I can see." Doc immediately began wrapping the blanket around him. "Best get him back to the cottage."

The three were able to get the boy onto the litter and into the car.

When they arrived at the village quite a stir was started. Several people came out of their cottages to see what the three men were up to.

Once they saw that a young man had been found they immediately went to work to help.

Someone had brought clothes to Doc's cottage. Another had brought food and some tea.

Mickey thanked them on behave of the boy and placed the items in the main room. He then started working on a fire.

Old mother had taken to lying down next to the cot where they had placed the boy.

Doc soon found a little vial in his cupboard. "Here we go. I knew I had another bottle somewhere." He walked over to the boy. "Now take a whiff of this boy." He said waving the vial slowly over the boy's nose.

The boy's head slowly followed the vial as it waved past him. His eyes slowly opened.

"Welcome back." Doc said. "Just take it easy, you'll be fine."

"Thank You," The boy said.

"What's your name?" Mickey asked.

"Harry." The boy said sitting up.

Old mother quickly let out a yelp and placed her paw on Harry.

Harry immediately froze to his spot.

"Down, mi Lady." Mickey said patting the dog. "Old Mother here probably thinks that you are one of her old pups."

Harry reached his hand out and started stroking the top of the dog's head.

Old Mother moved closer to him.

"You remember where you are from?" Doc asked.

"I'm not sure. I don't even know where I am." Harry answered.

Doc looked him over. "By the sounds of you I would say a Londoner. You don't by chance know a surname for yourself."

"No, I'm not sure." Harry said trying to think.

"Not that much of importance." Doc said. "We just need to get you in some better clothing." Doc passed Harry some of the clothes that had been provided.

"You can wash in the room over there if you wish." Doc said. "I will tend to some food for you."

Harry went into the bathroom. He cleaned the sand off of him and changed into the newer clothes that he had been given. Harry wasn't too sure what to do with the tattered clothing. They weren't much use in saving.

"Let's just hang these by the fire to dry." Doc said putting the tattered clothing on a wooden rack that was near the fire.

"That's what we have so far to find who you are." Mickey said.

Doc then went to the table. "Ms. Katie brought you plenty of food. Now here's some of her stew." He passed the warm bowl to Harry who was sitting on the bed.

"Thank You." Harry said taking the bowl. Harry felt like his stomach was completely empty and ate the stew joyously. "This is delicious."

"At least your stomach is straight. We can worry about the rest later." Doc said.

"Can you remember anything else about yourself?" Mickey asked.

"Just feeling very wet." Harry answered.

"That would come from being in the water." Doc answered. "Why don't you rest for a while."

"Old mother here can keep you company." Mickey said.

"I would hate to impose." Harry quickly said.

"Don't you worry yourself about that. A friend of ours is going to town to see if you are from there." Doc said. "We'll be near by so don't worry."

Harry thanked the two gentlemen and decided it would be nice to take a small nap.

Mickey and Doc stepped out on the porch on the rocking chairs.

"What do you think of him, Doc?" Mickey asked.

"He's been in a fight that much is for sure." Doc said. "There are more scars than the one on his face. I think the inside ones are going to take longer to heal."

Mickey nodded. "You think he was sent to us for a reason."

"I know you do." Doc said. "You always were a believer."

"I've believed in you all these years." Mickey answered. "All men have some good in them somewhere."

"So I'm told." Doc answered. "Marcus shouldn't be back for a while. I wonder if he will find anything."

"Marcus may be many things, but he knows what he is doing." Mickey answered. "Old Mother seems to like him though. She wants to protect him."

"That dog of yours." Doc said shaking his head.

"Is the best judge of character I have ever met." Mickey flatly stated.

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Chapter 2

Ron felt a light burning on his face. That was what woke him up. He rolled over in his sleeping bag and got up.

Wait a moment, he thought. Harry was supposed to wake them before daylight. Sensing something might be wrong Ron grabbed his wand and looked around the attic space that Harry, Hermione and him were sharing.

Hermione was lying right besides him. They had fallen asleep together the night before. They had different sleeping bags though. Ron had insisted on being the gentleman about their sleeping arrangements.

They were currently hiding in a Muggle attic. The building was all but abandoned. Harry wanted a place that was inconspicuous as possible and where they could watch the area.

Ron rubbed his head as he looked around. For some reason he felt a little dizzy. Harry's sleeping bag looked like it had not been touched.

He then looked over on the crate they used as a table and saw a piece of parchment on it. Ron picked it up and read it.

"Stupid sod off!" He shouted when he got done reading it.

Hermione jerked right up. "What's going on?" She looked around and saw too that it was morning. "Harry should have woken us."

"He didn't. The damn prat." Ron went on and on with his cursing. He started heaving.

Hermione had seen this more than once from him and had learned how to handle it. She got up and tried putting her arms around Ron to try and calm him.

Ron broke through Hermione's grasp and continued pacing all the time using words his mother surely would not approve of.

"What is going on? What happened?" Hermione said calmly taking Ron's hand.

"Why did he have to be so damn noble?" Ron said collapsing finally into a sitting position on the floor.

Hermione sat alongside of him and locked her arms and legs around him. She held him in a makeshift hug while he continued heaving.

"We agreed it would be all of us." Ron said. He then held out the letter so Hermione could read it.

Hermione tilted her head so she could read the note. Her eyes filled with tears as she read.

Dearest Ron and Hermione

I know that I can never ask you to forgive for what I did.

I slipped a sleeping draught in your food tonight.

Now Hermione knew why she was so tired yesterday and how groggy she was this morning.

That was why you were so tired and slept all night.

I placed several protective charms around you while you were asleep.

I could not let you come with me to fight Voldemort. He would have killed you both. I promised your Mum that you would come home to her, Ron.

To full fill the prophecy I am afraid that I must too be killed in the final battle. If by my death Voldemort dies, I accept that.

I ask only that you honor my final requests.

Tell Ginny that I am proud of her and that she was important in my life.

Tell Molly that she was like a mother to me and I love her for that. Tell her thank you for the gifts and everything else she has ever done for me.

Hermione, Ron, I know that you two have a special relationship. I have watched it blossom over the past year. You tried to keep it secret from me, but I know you two are close.

Hermione felt herself blush a little through the tears.

Take care of each other. Live your lives happily.

Your friendship has been the greatest thing in my life. Hermione you showed he how to focus and about being confident. Ron you gave me someone to talk to and laugh with. You introduced me to Ginny, the one girl I ever truly loved.

Thank you for everything you have done.

Harry.

Hermione just held on to Ron not knowing what else to do. She had not seen this coming.

She had known that Harry had defeated Voldemort. Otherwise they would probably have been dead right now.

Ron got and walked over to the window. "Hermione, its Sunday."

"No Saturday" Hermione said shaking her head. She wondered why Ron was suddenly worried about what day it was.

"No Sunday." Ron said pointing out the window. "Look at the Muggles. They are going to church."

Hermione looked out the window and at the chapel. She saw a string of families coming towards the church and entering. The church bells were ringing in a welcoming manner.

As she watched the families she thought to herself. This was why she was fighting Voldemort. To fight for this, people's lives. She could remember going to church with her own family.

Hermione started crying right then. Ron just held her.

"You realize he's dead. He would have been back for us by now."

"I know." Ron said. "The least we can do is hunt for a body. Something of him."

Hermione wiped her eyes and said that would be wise.

Ron and Hermione headed to the place that they had planned to fight Voldemort. The cemetery where the Riddle's were buried. All that they could tell was a fight had taken place there. Hermione saw several scorch marks on some of the tombs.

They both looked around and thought about all the conspired to bring them to this point in their lives.

"We have to look. There might be something left." Hermione said going further down the cemetery. "Maybe he's hurt or something."

Ron walked up to Hermione. "There isn't anything." He put his hands on Hermione's shoulders. He could tell she was close to becoming hysterical.

"We are not going to find anything, he's gone." Ron said to a Hermione looking into her crying eyes.

"What are we going to do now?" She asked.

"I would like to go home." Ron answered. "Are you alright to Apparate?"

"Yes," Hermione said. She then closed her eyes took a breath.

Ron and Hermione Apparated to the edge of the Burrow.

They both looked at the house for a moment. Hand in hand they walked up the door.

As soon as they opened the door they were greeted by Molly.

She immediately wrapped her arms around Ron. "I was so worried." She said holding her son.

"Yesterday," She said in between tears. "Everyone said that Dark Lord was destroyed. The Aurors have been cleaning up the rest of the Deatheaters. Nothing was said about you three."

Molly then took Hermione into her hug as well. "I feared the worst."

"Voldemort's gone." Ron said. "He can't hurt our family any more."

"Harry didn't make it did?" Molly asked.

"No," Hermione said feeling fresh tears.

They stepped into the Burrow's sitting room. Molly still had her arms wrapped around her son.

"Harry gave us a message." Hermione said to Molly. "He wanted us to thank you for everything that you had done for him."

Molly dabbed her eyes dry as she sat down. Nobody said anything for quite a while.

The silence was interrupted by someone coming down the stairs. Ginny was home and coming down stairs. "Ron," she shouted running over and giving him a hug. "I can't believe you're home."

Ron hugged his little sister. "I missed you, Ginny."

"Harry didn't make it did he." Ginny said looking up.

"No," Hermione answered.

Ginny nodded her head. "I guess I knew he would have come here by now if he did survive."

The Weasley family had arrived not long after to welcome Ron home. Arthur had left the Ministry early as soon as he heard that his son was home. Fred and George showed soon after as well as Bill and Fluer.

Charlie showed a little later in the afternoon.

Percy had been killed months before defending a group of Muggle-born children that were in hiding.

When the family arrived they sat together to mourn for Harry and the other Aurors who had died in the fight. Molly pulled out a group of candles and lit each one.

"For Harry Potter. May his memory live on. May he be remembered."

"With kindness." Fluer said.

"And bravery." Ron said.

"Selflessness." Bill said.

"Warmth." Hermione added.

"Love." Ginny finished.

The family spoke the names and the memories of the Aurors and those who had died in the defeat of Voldemort.

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