A Hope For Love

YEAR ONE - CHAPTER FIVE

Slowly he began to come to his bearing. He can feel foreign magic thrumming through his body mingling with his own; healing and calming. His surrounding feel familiar... It feels like the old magic that he knew...that he thought he would never had a chance to see again... the place that once and still the only home he ever had..

Hogwarts....

He took a deep breath, the smells of potions, salves and something that distinctly remind him of Hogwarts Infirmary. Hogwarts... His tears streams down his cheek, wetting his pillow. His breath hitched, making him sobbing in silence. He didn't open his eyes; too afraid that it will only be a dream.

'We missed you to, my child. You are safe now,

The time will come when we need to fight,

For now, rest my child,

Cry, as much as you want,

Scream as loud as you want,

No one will know,

You are safe here,

We will protect you,

You are safe here,

You don't have to hide your weakness,

No one will know...

Just remember to stand again when you are ready,

And remember that we will always be by your side...'

The melodious voice rang clearly in the infirmary. A lullaby that engulfs him with warmth and safety. The humming that have always been his safe haven at Hogwarts once upon a time. His sobbing became harsh and uncontrollable. He rolled to his side, whimpering when he feels his chest tightens and the stabbing paint. He tried to muffle his sobs but it seems to be useless as it only became worsen. He cried... and cried... he didn't know how long it is because he can see the dawn from the drawn curtain. At the end, his heart felt lighter and calmer although his breathing still comes out with a hitching.

"Hogwarts?" He whispered with a hoarse voice. Still too afraid to hope that it was real.

'My child...'

He closed his eyes and bit his lips, whimpering slightly. His shoulder sags in relief.

"I'm sorry..."

'You have nothing to be forgiven for... Alas, it is us that need to gain your forgiveness for what you have to been through... will you forgive us, my child?'

"No..." Harry shakes his head slowly, he push himself into sitting position and pull his knees to his chest, ignoring the hurts and burns that he feels, "You didn't do anything wrong... Al of you... It's my fault... I'm too weak... Ignorant..." The tears that he thought have dried now flow with new vigor. He ducks his head and hid his face in his arms, sobbing silently. A breeze past by him; ruffling his hair and caressing his neck.

'You are just a child. And so does now. We were to blame because we haven't done enough for you... and letting you suffer for far too long... we beg for your forgiveness Harry... because we only have ourselves to blame for our self-centered with our own world that we are too blind to see that we need each other...and by the time we realized it, it was far tool late... and for that, we are sorry, my child.'

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He doesn't know how long he sat like that until he heard a rustle and the creaking sound of Madam Pomfrey office door. The sound of steps became closer and his bed curtains were pushed aside.

"Mr.Potter! You are awake! How do you feel? Let me check you up a bit." The concern layered in Madam Pomfrey's voice doesn't go unnoticed by Harry. And even though he knew that he had to act like it is his first time meeting her, the flinch he and whimper he let out doesn't need to be faked. Even though mentally he is an adult, his body right now only has the muscle memory of his 11 years living with the Dursley.

He has a head splitting headache due to his crying. And no matter how much effort the foreign magic trying to assist his own healing his body, there's only much can be done. Rest is the best medicine after all. He peered up to Madam Pomfrey with his glossy green eyes. He couldn't make the silhouette of her because he doesn't have his glasses on. He glanced at the bedside table but there were none. He wonders where they put it.

"I'm not going to hurt you Mr.Potter. I just need to check on your ribs and shoulder." She spoke softly. The way that reminds him when she trying to calmed a first year when... he pulls up his occlumency walls tightly, blocking away the memories. He needs to focus to prevent any slip up.

"I'm sorry Maam, but who are you? Is this Hospital?" His could hear the quiver and hoarseness of his voice and mentally pat his back for his god acting.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me. I'm Poppy Pomfrey. You may call me Poppy as the school season hasn't begun yet." She smiles kindly at him.

"I'm Harry." He whispers. Damn, his headache worsen making him let out an involuntary groan. Poppy frown, her eyes shone with concern.

"Where does it hurt?" She took out her wand and waves it in a complicated pattern while muttering the spells under her breath. A blue light flew out from her wand and then a roll of parchment appeared in front of her. Her eyes scan rapidly whiles her wand still pointing at Harry.

"How did you do that? What did you do?!" He sound panics and try to crawl away from her. But his headache makes him gave up the efforts and instead he whimper pitifully.

"Harry, is it your head wound?" She ignored his question and instead tried to pry his hands from clutching his hairs.

"...no... headache.....hurts..." On the background he heard sets of footsteps coming towards them. Tightening his occlumency walls, he opened his eyes (he doesn't even realized that he shut it tightly) and peering to the newcomers.

And look directly into a pair of obsidian eyes.

....................................tbc.......................

Holla~

here you go, new chapter after squeezing my brain off....

still having a hard time looking for my internship place. and still have a couple of assignments that need to be done...

wish me luck guys... believe me, I NEED it...

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