Harry Potter-Rescued

Reunited At Last

Harry cried out as he was thrown onto the bed in his little holding cell. The chain appeared once more. Harry tried to lay down on his side, but anytime something touched his bum and upper thighs, the pain would rack his body. Harry ended up lying on his stomach, even though it was really uncomfortable for him. There was another crack. Dobby appeared once more.

"Please! Just go a-away!" Harry sobbed. Dobby was silent for a moment as he listened to the poor child cry. It was a cry of not only pain but heartbreak and abandonment. It was simply terrible to listen to.

"Dobby is sorry he got the Potter boy in trouble. Dobby had to iron his own hands because of it," Dobby said as he held up his bandaged hands. Harry tried to sit up, but it was just too impossible. Dobby grabbed Harry's hand.

"Dobby knows of a better way to get you out. Tell Dobby where you live," Dobby said urgently.

"Um, I don't, I don't know!" Harry sobbed. Dobby quickly tried to shush him.

"I think, I think somewhere called Grimmauld Place. but I don't remember the number," Harry cried. 

"Dobby will take you straight there." 

"Dobby! Where are you?" came a yell, most likely from the mysterious man.

"We needs to be hurrying now," Dobby said. He grabbed Harry's hand. There was a crack and Harry felt as if he were being sucked up a tube much too small for his body. He landed on the ground. Harry squinted as he came into the sunlight. He collapsed on the ground from the pain. 

"Dobby will try to find you's godfathers." The elf ran off. Harry tried to breathe evenly, but his heart was beating much too fast. He felt as if he were there forever. And then he heard shouting, and in the shouting was the relief.

"Harry!"

"Harry!" Remus and Sirius left their petrified Harry as they ran to where the little elf had told them their godson was. Harry lifted his head up, smiled, and then passed out.

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Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on an extremely comfortable bed. Remus and Sirius looked earnestly upon him. They each took their turn to hug him. Harry sucked up his pain. He didn't want to complain. He spotted Dobby watching from a few feet away.

"Harry, Dumbledore is on his way. He wants to hear exactly what happened." Harry nodded. He got up from the bed. He stared down at himself. His jeans had been practically ripped away when the man had whipped him. Remus stared at Harry, and could only imagine the horrors that must have taken place on his little boy. Harry began to fall over from his leg. Remus helped Harry sit back down. Harry cried out. Sirius lifted Harry up and murmured a weightless charm. Harry felt relief on his backside. Sirius held him gently. Harry leaned his head into him, the tears beginning to fall. 

"I was s-so scared!" Harry sobbed.

"Yeah, I bet. But you were so brave," Sirius whispered.

"The man said he would k-kill me. I thought I was never gonna see you two again!" Harry felt the sobs rack his body. Sirius held him close.

"Remus and I are so proud of you."

"But if he had killed me you two would never have been able to give me any more hugs or read me stories or rock me to sleep. I was so sad!" Harry cried.

"Me too. If you had died, I would never have gotten to see your little smile," Sirius said. Harry hugged him tighter.

"Harry, Professor Dumbledore is here. We are going to leave the room and you and the elf will tell him what happened," Remus said softly. Sirius set Harry down on the floor. He left the room and Dumbledore entered.

"Hello, Harry."