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Part 22

Chapter 22: The Third Recollection Scroll

Summary:

Grab your tissues folks.

Notes:

I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Text

They landed in the middle of the Dursley's living room and judging from the outside, it was in the middle of the afternoon. They heard some noise coming from the kitchen and they all started to move towards the sounds.

They saw Harry, standing on a small little step stool and reaching for little jars and small canisters of spices, he had to stand on tiptoe just to reach the things he needed. He was shaking a canister of spice over a boiling pot when they heard the doorbell ring.

"BOY! GET THE DOOR!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the living room, which was, maybe, ten feet away from the aforementioned door. Harry turned the stove off, placed a lid on top and wandered out to the front door.

They followed him, so far this wasn't so bad, was this really a bad memory? Harry opened the door to find a much younger Dr. Clark he had reddened eyes. The present day Dr. Clark's hand flew to his mouth.

"I know what day this is. Oh......Harry......." said Dr. Clark weakly.
"How do you know?" asked Ron worriedly.
"This is the only time I came for Harry, alone." said Dr. Clark.

"Hello, Dr. Clark! What can I do for you?" said Harry brightly.
"Take them outside!" shouted Uncle Vernon, not knowing it was only Dr. Clark. "I don't want them in here!" 
"Yes, sir." said Harry, he shut the door behind himself and The Watchers found themselves outside.
"What is it, Dr. Clark?" said Harry happily.
"Harry...um....let's...let's go for a ride." said Dr. Clark finally, his throat seemed to be constricted by something. He picked the smiling young boy up and took him to his car.

The scene shifted forward and they found themselves in a park. They watched as Dr. Clark, with Harry in his arms, came walking towards the bench The Watchers were standing in front of.

They watched as Dr. Clark sit Harry on his lap. Dr. Clark looked tired, and very upset, while Harry was bouncing around, excited to get out of Privet Drive.

"Harry I need to talk to you, about something." said Dr. Clark.
"What is it? Is Officer McFinn and Mrs. McFinn coming? Are we going somewhere?" said Harry excitedly.
"No, Harry, James and Holly aren't coming. I need to tell you something, very important."
"What is it?" smiled Harry.
"Dear God, I can't watch this." said the older Dr. Clark. He turned his whole body to face away from his past self, and little Harry. But he slowly turned back to face the scene before his eyes.
"Harry, I'm.....Off......." he stammered, he looked up into the sky and tears began to well in his eyes. He was used to telling people bad news, but to someone he knew, and loved, it was very difficult.
"Harry....you know...uh....how...Officer McFinn had to...w-work today?" said Dr. Clark thickly.
"Yes, sir." said Harry nodding eagerly.
"W-well Of-Officer McFinn got called to a store today, and...well...he was met with some very bad people. They were taking things that didn't b-belong to them, and they were using guns to try and hu-hurt people..." said Dr. Clark, trying to explain to Harry what was wrong. He had to be very careful about how he put things, but he wasn't too sure how to go about it.
"And Officer McFinn got them no problem!" yelled Harry happily throwing his arms into the air in victory.
"There was a problem, Harry." said Dr. Clark sadly, Harry's hand's slowly lowered. "They came out shooting their guns at anything and everything. There was.....a little boy in the street, Officer McFinn saw him and tr....tried to get him out of there. Officer McFinn got hurt, very badly. They had to bring him to the hospital."

Harry had a look of the utmost horror. "Officer...." he hopped off Dr. Clark's lap and wanted to run back to the car and go to the hospital. But Dr. Clark caught him before he could touch the ground.
"Let me go! I wanna see him, LET ME GO!" yelled Harry, kicking in the air.
"Oh, Harry!" moaned Mrs. Weasely.
"Harry," said Dr. Clark, he grabbed Harry's legs and cradled the little boy. "Harry, I'm sorry, we didn't want to tell you, until we had no choice, Officer McFinn is.....he's......gone....." he said, stray tears falling from his eyes.