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Wow..I really like this fanfic..very different...u write very well..I luv the way everyone paid their tributes to harry...next chap please...

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Chapter 3

Harry awoke to the feeling of weight on his legs. Apparently Old Mother had taken to see that he stayed warm.

"Nice girl." Harry said moving out from under the dog very slowly so he would not disturb her. He got up and stretched. He had slept for maybe an hour. But at least it was a good sleep.

From the window Harry could see that the two gentlemen were outside. Harry looked through the pile of clothes that were on the couch and found a coat. He put it on before heading outside.

"Nice to see you awake, Harry." Mickey said greeting him. "We were just having some tea. Care to join us?"

"Thank You." Harry said taking a seat. He took one of the chocolate biscuits to nibble on.

"I don't know how I could repay you for all this." Harry said. "You didn't have to do all this."

"What kind of men would we be if we didn't." Doc answered.

"We live very simple up here." Mickey said. "All we ask is for appreciation of each other and ourselves."

"That is an interesting idea. Living in harmony I suppose." Harry said. "Have you two been friends long?"

"Quite a while." Mickey said. "When we first meet we were most likely to kill each other over petty squabbles. Now we are living in the same village."

After awhile another gentleman joined the group.

"Marcus," Mickey said greeting him. "We would like you to meet our guest. Harry."

Harry shook Marcus' hand politely. Marcus quickly withdrew his hand.

"I just got back from town. No one was reported missing. So you must not be local or some kind of loner."

"We are all loners in our own way." Mickey said. "That doesn't mean there isn't someone out there looking for him. For all we know he could have a family waiting on him."

"You should understand that." Doc said.

"Aye. I'll be back at my home. Let me know if there is anything else." Marcus nodded towards Doc and Mickey and then headed towards his own home.

"Don't worry about Marcus." Mickey said. "He takes a bit of time to warm to. Still got about a year to go myself."

"How long have you known him?" Harry asked.

"Since I was about twenty." Mickey said.

"I see," Harry said doing the math in his head. "How is it you all came to be here? It seems like this place is pretty close."

"That it is." Mickey said.

Harry stayed that night with Doc on the cot next to the fire. Doc had insisted that Harry not leave his care until he was sure that Harry was fine.

In truth Harry had found a sort of comfort in the little cottage.

The next morning Harry awoke with the sun. He immediately went into the bathroom to wash for the day. Inside the bathroom was a mirror.

Harry stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself for a while. As he stared at the image, Harry started to catalog what he knew for sure. He was variably sure his name was Harry.

He was also sure about being in a fight. He actually had the scars all over his body to prove it. There was a nasty one on his shoulder that looked like he might have been burned. Then there were the scrapes across his face. The only scar of interest was the lightning bolt on his forehead. It appeared to be the oldest because it was the best healed.

Harry wasn't too sure how he got into the water or what he was doing before hand.

From his clothing he was wearing a knitted jumper and a coat that looked more like a cloak.

After he was dressed he stepped out on the porch.

Doc was still asleep so Harry did not want to disturb him.

While sitting there he saw an older woman approaching the house.

"Hello, Harry." The woman said holding out a bowl to Harry. "I'm Ms. Katie. I brought you some breakfast. Just some sausages."

"Thank You." Harry said taking the bowl.

Katie took a seat on the porch. "We don't believe much in torture around here. Eating Doc's cooking would count as torture."

Harry let out a smirk. "Thank you for the stew yesterday. It was delicious."

"Your welcome." Katie said. "Have you been able to remember anything about yourself?"

"No," Harry answered. "I just seem to remember a woman speaking my name."

"A woman?" Katie asked.

"Yes, a younger woman. I hear her voice in my head, all she says is Harry."

"Maybe she's someone you knew once." Katie said. "That means someone knows you enough to have a connection with you."

Mickey had walked up on the porch at the time. "Or that there is a special angel watching out for him."

Harry smiled at the idea of an angel watching over on him.

"Good morning, Kat." Mickey said. "I see you found a new person to cook for."

"Meow." Katie replied. "I suppose I will leave you two. I want to get started on lunch. I am sure you and Doc will join me and Harry."

Katie got up and walked back to her house.

"Let me guess, you've known each other since you were about twenty." Harry said.

"A bit longer." Mickey said. "She's my sister."

"Oh," Harry said a little surprised.

Mickey nodded. "When we were younger she had some many characteristics of a cat. I used to call her Kat because of her name."

Sometime while Harry was eating breakfast Doc had woken up and was now stepping outside to join them.

"You just missed Katie." Mickey said.

"I see she brought Harry breakfast. Is she still trying to warn people about my cooking?"

"She mentioned it probably." Mickey answered.

"Well, I won't say that there isn't any truth in it." Doc said. "Shouldn't you be out for your walk, Mickey?"

"I was planning on taking young Harry here with me." Mickey said. "I thought we might talk."

Harry agreed to the idea of going for a walk. He took off with Mickey towards the beach with Old Mother

"No luck on anything?" Mickey asked when they were away from the village.

"No," Harry said. "Nothing has changed. I keep trying to think."

"Some people would see loss of memory as a kind of blessing." Mickey offered. "We all have things that we do not want to remember. Believe me when I say that I have my fair share of it."

"The loss is probably not any better." Harry said. "I have no idea what I have done, who I know. Right now I think I would settle for just knowing my surname."

Mickey tossed the ball ahead of them. Old Mother took off chasing it.

"You know we will do what we can to help you." Mickey said. "If you have something you want to talk about we will listen and answer what we can."

"Tell me about your village." Harry asked. "What is it about?"

Mickey took a breath "We were all in the war together all of us Doc, Marcus, and even Katie, in her own way."

"That is why you stay close." Harry said.

"Aye, that it is." Mickey answered. "Marcus was in charge of us. He still is in a way. He is a good man we would risk our lives for him and he would do the same for us."

Harry tried to picture Marcus like that.

"Doc was a medic. We used to call him Doc because he was better at healing than the doctors we had. He would heal you on the outside as well as in, sometimes in his own way."

"What about Katie? You said she was involved in her own way."

"Katie and I were very close." Mickey said. "We had a third in our number, his name was William. William was my best friend growing up. Like brothers we were. There was no one I trusted more. Than one day something happened when I wasn't looking. William and Katie fell in love."

"Were you upset?" Harry asked.

"No where near. I knew she was meant to fall in love. There was no one else I would have trusted her with at the time."

"That was about the time the war started." Mickey said taking a seat on some rocks. "William and I promised that we would look out for each other. I wanted Katie to have a marriage with him."

"He didn't come back did he?" Harry said.

"Not really. We were attacked. Both of us fought back." Mickey's eyes seemed to become glazed. "He sacrificed himself for us. None of us would have lived." Mickey lifted his pant leg up slightly.

Harry saw a scar that looked pinkish and red around his skin.

"Some his flesh got seared in me. It's here to stay. I carry him where ever I go, here and in here" Mickey said indicating his heart.

"Did Katie ever marry?" Harry asked.

"No, for years I was actually trying to get her to marry Doc. I figured her to be happy with him. They just ended up being friends. Katie makes him dinner every night."

Mickey got up and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders. "I have come to the point in my life when I feel everything happens for a reason. I honestly believe that you are here because you need our help in some way. Whether it is for our stories or maybe Doc's own brand of medicine. You are welcome in this village Harry. No matter what happens or what is discovered we will not judge you."

Harry nodded feeling nothing but trust for the old man.

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Chapter 4

The next day there was a circulation of visitors to the Burrow. Everyone from Hogwarts to the Order of the Phoenix and to the Ministry of Magic, it seemed wanted to pay their respects to Harry and welcome Ron and Hermione back.

Problems though did not start until the next morning. That night the Daily Prophet reporters had decided to camp out near the Burrow. When morning came and the family went out to the garden they were bombarded with questions.

Bill and Fluer with help from Ron and Hermione had run them off. It took all the way until lunch. After lunch they sat in the sitting room talking and listening for any more reporters to show up.

After a while of sitting and talking Hermione felt that she needed a moment to herself. She went into the kitchen away from the crowd. Ron soon joined her.

"How are you holding?" Ron said hugging her.

"A little tired." Hermione answered. "It hasn't really slowed down much as it."

Ron continued to hold her. They had not had any time alone.

"The last night we three spent together, I just wished I would have said more." Hermione said feeling her eyes starting to water.

"We both do." Ron answered.

"I just keep thinking of that letter he left us." Hermione said.

"I was thinking about that last night." Ron lowered his head resting it on Hermione's. He then reached up and opened the top clip to Hermione's robe.

Hermione looked at him oddly, unsure of what he was doing.

Ron then slipped his hand inside of her robes. There was a pocket on the inside of her robes right on her chest. Ron felt around inside of the pocket.

Hermione's eyes grew wide watching him. She knew what was in the pocket. How did he know?

"I can't stand not seeing this on your finger anymore." He said taking out a ring.

The ring had a heart in the center with two hands holding it and a crown on top.

Ron took her ring finger and slipped the ring on.

Hermione bit her lip thinking about when she first saw the ring.

One night when the three were working out there plan to destroy Voldemort, Ron and Hermione took some time to be alone. Ron took the opportunity to propose.

Ron said that he choose that ring instead of the traditional diamond because he thought it would be more personal to her. It was her hands holding his heart. Ron also said that the crown was because Hermione was a queen to him.

At the time she had hugged him tightly and said yes several times. After the shook wore off, Hermione said they would wait until everything settled before announcing the engagement. She did not want the focus anywhere but defeating Voldemort.

"When are we going to tell them?" Hermione said. "Someone is going to see the ring sooner or later."

"You mean my Mum will see it." Ron said. "We'll tell them at dinner tonight."

"I Love You, Ron." Hermione said.

"I love you too."

Molly came into the kitchen right then and saw the two lovers intertwined. "I'm sorry to interrupt."

"It's okay, Molly." Hermione said doing up the notch on her robe as discreetly as she could.

"You know its going to be Mum really soon." Ron whispered in her ear.

Hermione gave a slight giggle.

"You two have the same expressions on your face that Fred and George do after they finish a prank." Molly said.

"No it's just happiness." Hermione said.

"Did my son propose then?" Molly asked.

Hermione was shocked by the statement. She simply held out her hand to show the ring.

"That is a very pretty thing." Molly said then hugged them. "I would say welcome to the family, but you already are a member to me."

"Thank you." Hermione said. "We thought we would wait before we announced it. I had the ring in my pocket for the last week now."

"I thought as much" Molly said. "Whenever you are ready to announce it we will. Then this house will be flooded with more visitors."

"Maybe me and Hermione should go into hiding?" Ron said.

"Save it for the honeymoon." Molly said. "I need to get started on dinner soon. It's just going to be the seven of us tonight."

She then got started on the cooking. Hermione offered to help, but Molly insisted they take a little time to themselves outside. They had been cooped up all day.

Ron and Hermione took the opportunity to sit on the old porch swing and talk about the wedding. They both agreed that they wanted it in the garden of the Burrow. There only wish was that Harry could be there.

"Maybe there was a spell we missed." Hermione said after Ron had mentioned Harry.

"A spell?" Ron asked.

"We did so many cloaking spells on each other and places where we were. Harry probably did one on us just in case."

"In case of what?" Ron asked.

"In case the sleeping draught didn't work. He might have done a spell on himself so we wouldn't find him."

"You think that's why we couldn't find a body?"

"Yes," Hermione answered. "I think Harry's gone for good. I don't know how else we could look."

Ron brought Hermione's mouth to his and gave her a slight kiss. "We'll honor him in memory."

When Molly called saying that dinner was ready they stepped inside and took a seat next to each other in the kitchen.

"That iz a very nice wring." Fluer said taking Hermione's hand.

"Thank you." Hermione said politely. "Ron picked it out."

"You realize what finger that it is on, don't you Ron?" Bill asked.

Ron nodded. "That was the idea."

"Well then you decided to leave bachelorhood behind." Bill congratulated him. "It was over rated anyway."

They then heard a pop at the door. Arthur had finally Apparated home. "Good evening." Arthur said sitting down. "You would not believe the Ministry today. Everyone wanted to celebrate. But those Daily Prophet reporters found a way in and got some nice photos of the celebration." He said with a bit of sarcasm.

"They got tired of trying to get an interview here." Molly said. "The children were kind enough to scare them away."

"Well done then." Arthur said. "Now where is Ginny?"

"She hasn't been downstairs since she got back from work." Molly said. "She said had a hard day and wanted to lie down for a while."

"I didn't think working with Fred and George would be hard." Ron said.

"You did tell her dinner was ready?" Arthur asked worried about his daughter.

"Yes." Molly answered. "She should have been down by now."

"Maybe I should talk with her?" Bill offered.

Molly smiled and hugged her eldest son. "At least have her eat something for dinner."

Bill went up the stairs and to Ginny's room. He knocked politely until Ginny gave him permission to enter.

"Hi" He said coming in. "Mum's made quite a feast." Bill said.

"She always does." Ginny said.

"You're not that hunger?" Bill asked.

"Not really." Ginny said. "I'll just stay up here tonight if it's all the same."

Bill shook his head. "I'm afraid it's not." He took a seat on the bed. "You haven't really spoken to me or anyone since Ron and Hermione came back."

"I haven't felt like it." Ginny answered.

Bill saw on her face that she had been crying and new tears were threatening to show themselves.

"What's wrong?" Bill asked. "We're worried about you. You look sick." He said feeling her forehead.

"Harry." Ginny answered letting some of the tears flow.

Bill took her hand. "You loved him didn't you?"

Ginny turned her head away.

Bill gently turned Ginny's head so she would look at him. "You were really quite during the lament. Why don't you tell me what happened?"

Right then an owl swooped in and had taken a seat on the window seal.

"Isn't that Harry's owl, Hedwig." Bill asked.

"Harry gave her to me." Ginny answered.

"Tell me what happened, please."

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Posted: 19 years ago

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wow.. fantastic..

its relly emotional n romantic..
do continue soon 👏

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Wow really good cont soon!
Really emotionally chapthers!!

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Chapter 5

Ginny was fast asleep in bed. She had a moderately long day at Fred and George's joke shop.

She had taken the job mostly so she would have something to distract herself from the war. Because she had only finished her fifth year, Ginny was not really qualified for any real job in the Wizarding World.

She had fallen asleep with thoughts of the past year.

After Professor Dumbledore's funeral Hogwarts had closed. So many wizard children were being pulled from school that Professor McGonagal could not justify it staying open.

Between the professors they had worked out a plan for older students to be educated in their homes by an annex course.

The Muggle-borns were taken to secret locations controlled by the Ministry of Magic. Percy was teaching first through third year transfiguration. That was how he had been killed. The location had been compromised. He had fallen victim to the Adava Kedavra curse.

Ginny had cried when she heard the news.

That was also the last time she saw Harry.

During the funeral she started crying. She then felt a pair of arms hug her from behind. Harry held her close to him. He didn't really say anything. He was just there for her while she cried.

Ginny was in the middle of a dream of her playing Quidditch when she felt a hand over her mouth.

Ginny awoke with a start and looked to see who was in her room.

"Shhh. It's only me." Harry said. He had the tip of his wand lit so Ginny could see his face.

"Harry." Ginny whispered. "How did you get in here?"

"Magic." Harry answered solemnly.

Ginny sat up so she could see him better. That was when she noticed his cheek. "You look like you got slapped by a manticore." She said looking over the damage.

"It's nothing." Harry said turning the injured side of his face away from Ginny.

Ginny reached with her hand and touched Harry's cheek where it had been damaged. "How did that happen?"

"It was a bad fight." Harry answered.

Ginny moved towards Harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hermione and Ron?"

"They're fine." Harry answered. "I need to talk with you."

Ginny nodded her head to allow Harry to talk.

"I'm ready to face Voldemort. I will face him tonight in a few hours." He laid himself down on the bed and had Ginny lay down besides him. "The only way that I can seam to beat him is if I die too." He said placing his hand on Ginny's cheek.

Ginny tried to control her emotions as she looked at the determination on his face.

"If this is going to be my last night alive I would rather spend it just being here with you. Looking into your eyes and holding your hand."

Ginny started to cry right then.

"Please don't." Harry said kissing Ginny's eyelids. "I don't want to see you like this."

Ginny forced herself not to cry. She only focused on Harry's emerald green eyes.

"I went to Gringotts earlier and made arrangements with them." Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out two keys. "These are the keys to mine and Sirius' vaults. Everything in them belongs to you now. There should be enough in there for you to live comfortably."

Ginny shook her head. "I don't want it." She said.

"I want you to have it." Harry said placing the keys inside of Ginny's hand. "Hedwig is also yours now. I left her cage by your dresser. She's out hunting right now and should be home soon. I told her she was yours now."

Ginny moved closer to Harry so she could hug him. "I made sure Ron and Hermione are protected. They will come back." Harry then moved Ginny's head upwards so he could look in her eyes. "If there is a chance that I do survive I will get them first and bring them right back here. If I do come back I want to start again with you."

Unsure of what to say Ginny kissed Harry with all the power she could muster.

"Promise me you will go on with your life." Harry said.

"I will." Ginny whispered. "But I will love you for the rest of my life."

They stayed like that for a while. Just holding each other and looking into each other's eyes.

At some point in the night Ginny had fallen asleep in Harry's arms.

She had only awaked when she smelt her mother's breakfast.

The news came soon after breakfast that Voldemort was destroyed.

During the day Ginny stayed poised waiting in the sitting room. Harry had told her if he survived he would have to get Ron and Hermione first then he would come for her.

On Sunday, when Ginny had come down the stairs she saw Ron and Hermione. But she did not see Harry. That was when she knew he was dead.

Ginny told Bill about the night.

"He obviously loved you." Bill said.

"I know." Ginny answered. "I went down to the vaults today. There was so much money down there. I've never seen so much in my life."

"He wanted you to be taken care." Bill said.

"I would give it all away just to have him back." Ginny said.

Bill gave her hug. "I know you would. We all would do anything in our power to have him back. I also know he would not like to see you wasting your life. Come downstairs and we can talk about this with the rest of the family."

"I'll be right there." Ginny said.

Bill stepped outside so Ginny could have a moment to compose herself.

Ginny went to her desk and pulled out a parchment and wrote a letter.

Dearest Harry,

I don't know if you will receive this or not. I just had to try.

If you did make it please find your way home. Hedwig will guide you if you are lost.

I will hold you to what you said our last night together. I would give anything to have you back.

All my love

Ginny.

Ginny attached the letter to Hedwig's leg and sent her off. It was foolish she knew that, but maybe just maybe Hedwig could find something.

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Wow really good
So emotionally
Cont soon!!
Hopefully Hedwig will find Harry and Bring him back!!

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good to read the chap..
it was emotional n very romantic
please do continue as i want to knw if hedwig will find harry or not 😛

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Chapter 6

Harry woke up early. He had become accustomed to Doc sleeping later than what he did.

Trying to be quiet he walked over to the table and sat down. He would wait a bit before cooking some breakfast for the both of them.

On the table Harry was saw the pad of paper. Doc had said if he wanted to draw or write in it at any time he could. He picked it up unsure of what else to do.

He drew a few lines at first. They weren't in any particular direction just lines. He drew a few more to those until the whole page was covered in lines.

Harry then turned to the next page and started drawing circles in the same manner. Some of the circles were complete some were just half circles. They just continued on and on.

After a while he gave up and threw the book on the table. He then started on some eggs for breakfast. Ms. Katie had given him some tips the other day while she was cooking dinner for Doc and him.

"Oye your awake there Harry." Doc said stepping out of his room.

"Yes" Harry answered. "This should be done soon."

Doc took a seat at the table. That was when he saw that the sketch pad was opened. "I see you decided to use the sketch pad."

"I used a couple of pages."

"I see. He doesn't look too friendly does he?"

"Who doesn't?" Harry had asked bringing the eggs to the table.

"This face you drew." Doc said showing the page of circles.

Harry looked at the circles he had drawn. They had indeed looked like some kind of face. It was very snake-like in appearance. The eyes were slits and the expression looked like pure malice.

"I wasn't too sure what I was drawing. I just was." Harry said sitting down. He was starting to lose his appetite.

"That's quite alright. People in your condition take to that habit of remembering things in small bursts." Doc answered scoping up some of the eggs.

"I would like to think I never meet a person who looked like that." Harry said swallowing some of the eggs that had come out just at the editable line.

"I certainly could live the rest of my life without meeting him." Doc agreed. "I wonder if that explosion as anything to do with him. This other picture." He said referring to the pictures with lines on it.

"I don't know." Harry answered looking at the lines. It did indeed look like an explosion. He wondered if that's what caused the scars across his face.

They sat in silence for the rest of the breakfast. Afterwards Doc insisted that they step outside to the public garden for a while.

Harry agreed to the idea of being outside for a while.

"You remember more than just that face and that explosion don't you?" Doc said.

Harry looked at Doc like he was accusing him of something.

"Ms. Katie told me that you also remember a girl talking to you. She says your name, does she say anything else."

"No," Harry answered. "All she says is Harry. I think her name may be Jenny. I'm not too sure."

"Tell me about her." Doc asked taking a seat on the bench.

"I tried drawing her yesterday, but I can't seem to focus on an image of her."

"What do you think about her?"

"I think I might have hurt her." Harry said.

Doc nodded. "If she were to come over that hill right now how would she react to you?"

"I don't think she would welcome me." Harry answered. "When I concentrate on her she makes me feel ashamed."

"How does she say your name?"

"When she says my name she just says it. I don't feel anything when she says it."

Doc smiled. "Maybe you loved her."

"You think I might of." Harry was curious.

"There is a very fine line between hate and love. It is only those who we truly love that can hurt us the deepest. There are those who can injury us, but to be truly hurt is by someone we love."

Harry looked at Doc oddly.

"You do understand what I am talking about."

"No," Harry answered.

"You do understand. You just don't realize it yet." Doc answered. "Our pain is brought by the caring that we have. When we care for someone what ever happens to them effects us. Even what we do affects them. That is why we have a tendency to be careful with feelings of others."

Harry took a seat next to Doc. He wasn't too sure why but he felt he needed to hear what Doc was going to say.

"When we came back from the war I went home with Mickey. He invited me because at the time I had no where to stay. I was with him when he told Ms. Katie about what happened. I felt so ashamed, here I was the doctor and I couldn't save him. I saw the pain in Ms. Katie's eyes."

Harry stayed silent letting Doc continue.

"Mickey and I stayed with her until she was calm. We took turns for a while watching her. After some time past I found myself quite taken with her. It was an urge I fought for the longest time. Then my mind tried telling me that Mickey was trying to put us together. But I reasoned that it was only my imagination hoping."

Harry thought about what Mickey had told him.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Harry asked.

"I tried to be reasonable." Doc answered. "I thought Mickey might tear me apart for touching his sister."

"I think he seems too kind to do that."

"He can fight like a lion." Doc answered. "There are times I really regret not just trying. I watch her cook sometimes or just sitting outside and I want to go over to her and say that I am sorry we wasted so many years will you marry me. You see Harry I feel I hurt Ms. Katie by not saving William. He was my friend too. I thought I might hurt Mickey by trying to take William's place. Now I feel that I hurt Ms. Katie by not providing her the family she wanted."

Harry felt he was starting to understand. "I'm sure they still consider you a friend."

"I know that they do." Doc said. "I would do anything for either of them."

"Why don't you just ask her how she feels or just marry her?" Harry asked.

"We are old Harry." Doc answered. "I am afraid life for us is not going to be much longer. We ran from life when we came here. Now here we are just wanting to embrace it once before die."

"I really don't think Mickey would mind too much." Harry said. "He said there is no such thing as too late."

They did not speak much except about minute things. Harry took the time to absorb what Doc had told him and what Mickey had told him. He thought when he was asleep tonight he would concentrate on that girl Jenny and see if it was possible for him to remember something more about her.

The next day Harry was sitting outside with Old Mother who had come to check on her pup. As he was sitting there something brushed past him.

Harry was taken aback by the sudden movement.

An owl had landed on the table beside him.

Harry wasn't too sure how to handle the animal. He moved slowly away from it. The owl kept bouncing towards him in an irritated manner. Harry then noticed the something was tied around the bird's leg.

Did the bird actually want him to remove it?

Slowly and carefully Harry moved towards the animal. "It's okay, I'm just going to take this thing off." He said as calmly as he could. "See, I'm not going to hurt you."

The owl looked at Harry quizzically.

He carefully touched the leg to see if the bird would attack. The bird stayed still solemnly. Harry untied the piece of paper from the bird's leg.

Harry was about to throw it away when he saw his name was on the paper.

Unsure of what else to do Harry opened the paper and read it.

He read it about three times. Afterwards he concentrated on the image of the girl he thought was named Jenny. But it wasn't Jenny it was actually Ginny.

"Hedwig, is that your name?" Harry asked the bird.

Did that bird just nod?

Harry thought about the letter. He had never known of anyone who had sent a letter with a bird. But it was his name and it was her name. Maybe he truly would be welcomed back despite what he thought.

"Can you take me to the person who wrote this letter?" He asked the bird.

The bird looked a little annoyed but nodded its head.

Harry went back inside and started packing some of the clothes he was given. He looked out the window every now and then. The bird was still there. It looked like it was waiting.

"Taking a trip." Doc asked.

"I think so." Harry answered. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me. But something tells me I should leave now."

Within a few minutes later Harry was standing outside of the village with Marcus, Doc, Mickey and Ms. Katie.

"Good bye Harry, we can't let you go without something." Marcus shook Harry's hand placing a roll of notes in his hand.

"I can't take all of this." Harry said trying to give it back.

"We can't let you leave empty handed." Katie answered. "This is a collection from everyone in the village. And this is from me." Katie wrapped a scarf around Harry's neck. "It gets cold at night."

"Thank you." Harry said again. He shook hands with the three gentleman and accepted Ms. Katie's hug.

"Are you sure you know where you are going." Mickey asked.

"No, but as strange as it sounds I have a guide." Harry said looking back towards the bird. "White as an angel." Harry said to himself. He then turned and headed down the road.

The bird stayed not that far ahead of Harry, at least he knew they were headed south.

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Eran

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Posted: 18 years ago

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Goody good-so Harry is alive after all but has lost him memory...Well I'm waiting to see what happens.

But one thing-try to make your chapters move a bit more faster. Plus I'm a bit confused, but I guess the next chapter will be an explanation af all what happened!!!However..it is a very good read!!!! 😛 😛

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