What Voldemort Left Behind

Chapter 11 - The Article

"James, Albus, Lily, you're all going to love this, Madam Pomfrey suggested that to help me get better, I should try to play more Quidditch," Harry half joked.

They all looked at him in disbelief. "SHE DID NOT!!! She hates Quidditch, she stopped me playing in the last match of the season once!" James protested.

Poppy heard this and joined them in the room. "Your father is right James, I did suggest that he should play, what your father needs is distractions, whereas you had three bones broken and a concussion, nothing I couldn't fix but you should at least give it two days before doing anything extreme. Your father also needs rest right now, he won't be leaving here for a few days, but after that I would highly recommend playing Quidditch and spending time with his rather large family for relaxation."

Harry wrinkled his nose up at the prospect of days spent staring at these white walls, he was bored of it already.
"Speaking of rest, drink this. You three, out," Poppy ordered, handing Harry a vial of potion.
After downing it, his eyes began to droop, but he fought the sleeping draft.
Ginny moved closer.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she whispered, kissing him lightly.

It was three days later when Poppy Pomfrey had finally agreed to let him go home, as long as Ginny stopped him from doing anything drastic. He was sent with lots of healing and pain relieving potions, there was nothing they could do until they knew what was wrong, but some of the effects could be reversed.
Harry was more than glad to get out of there, he'd been well occupied with visits from everyone from Kreacher to Neville but he hated sitting still, it never felt right. When he finally got up after the days, he was surprised to find walking much easier than it had seemed before, clearly the potions had worked well.
He decided to go straight home as he'd seen everyone earlier. His children had seen him at least once a day, James a few times more than that, Harry suspected his teachers felt sorry for him and allowed him to visit his father during class time, which James would definitely take advantage of. Harry probably should have told him to go back but he'd hardly been able to tell the time, plus he couldn't stand another second staring at the walls and James was always good entertainment. Harry took the floo home because there was no point walking outside of the grounds to apparate when he could just leave from Minerva's office.
He had only been alone for ten minutes when there was a knock on the door. Harry's door looked like a plain floor length window from the inside and an elaborate windowless door from the other side, it was very useful for checking who was out there before opening, one of the more expensive things in their home as there was a point to the huge price tag. Harry reached for the invisible doorknob as he saw Hermione outside with a rucksack full of books over her shoulder, she hadn't changed this about herself as long as Harry had known her, she always prioritized knowledge over style.
"Hi, Hermione, what's up? How'd you even know I was back?" He asked, confused.
Hermione followed him up towards his study, judging by her rather large collection of books it would be one of those type of visits.
"Poppy owled me, I'm surprised she didn't tell you I was coming," she said hurriedly, she seemed anxious to get started.

"I think she was pretty busy this morning. Quidditch. She didn't say much today, or probably couldn't because James was talking so much, he was there a lot."

"Harry, I just got back from..."

"Ministry library, yes, I can see. I can't believe you still need to go there, I would have thought you'd have more books in your own collection, you certainly have sent my children a couple of library's worth of presents." Harry interrupted her with a laugh. Hermione blushed slightly. "Well I am always struggling to find a title that I haven't read..... But that's beside the point." she said as they sat down in two large office chairs next to the desk, she began to unpack her mobile library in a rush.
"Harry, first of all how are you? I haven't seen you since the last time you were here and frankly you don't look much better, you're awfully pale and shaky."
Harry sighed. "I'm fine Hermione, honestly, I'm much better. Anyway," he changed the subject abruptly, "why are you here? More specifically, with all these books?"