Forever in my Memory

Rm. #36

June 22, 1995

6:30 PM

Harry looked up as the door opened. Remus had managed to convince Sirius to get some sleep and they had left 15 minutes ago, Remus promising he would be back soon.

However, Remus was not who walked in. Harry frowned when he saw Marc Jonah. Marc smiled at him. "Hello Harry! How are you feeling?"

At Harry's silence, Marc continued on, undaunted. "Probably not very happy to be here, but Harry, I did warn you that this would happen. I did. You need to start taking better care of yourself."

Harry frowned and looked down at the restraints around his wrists. Marc caught the look and sat down at the foot of the bed. "The restraints are there to keep you from pulling the IV out. Dr. Benett told me that you were having nightmares."

Harry sighed and looked away. Marc sighed as well. "Harry, why won't you talk? We're worried about you. Your family, Sirius, Remus...everyone. And before you ask, Albus told me about your Godfather."

Harry closed his eyes. It didn't surprise him that Marc knew about Sirius. Why won't I talk? Marc, if I knew, I would tell you. I don't do any of this on purpose you know.

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Waiting room

June 23, 1995

9:40 AM

Sirius looked up to see the door open to admit a man with gray eyes. The man smiled and walked over to him, hand out stretched. "Hello. I'm Marc Jonah, Harry's psychologist. You must be Sirius Black, the man who's got the entire wizarding world in a panic."

Sirius smiled wanly, and took the man's hand. "That would be me. Everyone's favorite convict."

Marc laughed with delight. "I'm glad I ran into you. I've been meaning to talk to you about Harry."

Sirius nodded, his smile fading. "Is he going to be alright?"

Marc nodded, grabbing a chair and placing it in front of Sirius, sitting down. "He'll be fine...in time. But right now, he needs to know that he is loved, no matter what happens. He needs you, his family, his friends, everyone who cares about him, cares for Harry, not The Boy Who Lived. Albus has told me everything that has happened. Harry needs to know that Cedric's death was not his fault. That he couldn't have known what was about to happen."

Sirius sighed and looked down. After a moment he looked back up at Marc. "So, how do we do that?"

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Rm. #36

June 23, 1995

3:30 PM

Ron Weasley glanced uneasily at his best friend, Hermione Granger as she opened the door to his other best friend's hospital room. He was used to visiting Harry in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts, but this was different. There, it was for Quidditch injuries and colds, with the occasional battle with Voldemort thrown in. But this time, it was for something that Harry did to himself.

Ron was scared.

He was scared that he would lose his friend. Of course, this fear wasn't anything new. Besides the danger that Harry was always in, Ron had always been afraid that Harry would find better friends, that he would wake up and realize that he deserved better than him and Hermione. He knew in his heart that that fear was unfounded, that Harry wasn't like that, but the fear was there, just the same.

And now, there was the possibility that they would lose Harry by his own hand. Either by Harry not taking care of himself, or by suicide.

He took a deep breath and followed Hermione into the room. Harry looked up as they entered, surprise showing on his face. Ron forced a smile. "Hey, mate. How're you feeling?"

Harry just shrugged and looked away. Hermione burst into tears. "Oh, Harry! You have to be alright!"

Harry stared at her, startled, as she ran to him and threw her arms around him, sobbing. He looked at Ron, helplessly, who threw his hands into the air. "Hey, don't look at me! I can't help you there! She's worried about you, mate. We both are."

Harry sighed and looked at Hermione, who straightened, sniffling. She sat on the edge of the bed, taking his left hand in hers. Ron walked over to the other side of the bed and grasped Harry's other hand.

With her free hand, Hermione brushed Harry's bangs back from his forehead, revealing his scar. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, Harry. Sirius wrote to us and told us what was happening. Nothing that happened was your fault. Nothing. Everything is going to be fine. You're going to be fine. I just know it."

Ron rolled his eyes at Harry. "And we know that 'Mione is always right."

Hermione glared at Ron for a second and then smiled, mischievously. "Yes, I am always right, aren't I?"

Ron snorted.

If they had looked at Harry right then, they might have noticed the amusement in his eyes.

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Location unknown

Midnight

June 23, 1995

The rat ran down the hall of the old, slightly run down manor. It was dark, the torches remained unlit, but the rat didn't need light to see. The rat darted into a dark room. At first, the room seemed empty, but then a large fireplace on the far wall lit with a whoosh. Standing in the middle of the room was a tall, thin man, with crimson eyes and a snake like face. Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled. It was a frightening sight. "Ah, Wormtail. There you are."

The rat quickly transformed into the man once known as Peter Pettigrew and fell to his knees. He kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. He whimpered. "M-master. Y-y-you c-called."

Voldemort turned and walked to the fireplace. "Yes, Wormtail, I did. One of my Death Eaters discovered a very interesting fact. It seems that Harry Potter is at St. Mungos, being treated for depression. Isn't that lovely? It seems that dear Harry is not at all happy about my return. I think that I should pay the dear boy a visit. Don't you think Wormtail?"

Wormtail swallowed nervously. "Y-yes, M-master."

Voldemort turned to him. "But, St. Mungos is very tightly guarded. I won't be able to just walk in. What do you think I should do, Wormtail?"

"M-make the b-boy c-come to y-you, Master?"

Voldemort smirked. "Exactly. But how to do that?"

Wormtail shook his head. "I d-don't know, M-master."

The Dark Lord laughed mirthlessly. "Oh, Wormtail. Of course you don't know. Because you're a fool. We'll lure the boy here. We'll just need the proper bait."

As Voldemort began to laugh, Wormtail began to shiver.

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Rm. #36

Harry jolted awake, breathing harshly, as he remembered his dream. Or was it a vision. He had to warn Dumbledor, but how?