Pandora's Spell

Chapter IV -First Kiss-

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"English"

'Thinking'

„Slovak"

{Talking on the Floocall/through two-way-mirror/through Patronus}

—Parseltongue—

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter IV

–First Kiss–

Tuesday, 29 July 1969

HK-P's POV

Harry woke in the morning to a hand on his forehead, he went to his wand only for another hand to hold his wrist.

"Easy there. You are safe. You are in a Wizardry Home. No Muggles for miles. Wards anti-Muggles were raised yesterday afternoon. You are safe."

Harry let himself be calmed down.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked when he could finally breath.

"No." Voldemort argued and Harry opened his eyes as he was offered his glasses. He put them on and Voldemort let him sat up. "They got worse since you arrived, am I right?"

Harry nodded.

"When I was there I didn't have time to rationalize it. After the coma and the thought that I had lost them, it finally interiorized all the deaths."

He looked around and then up at Voldemort who was kneeling on the floor.

"You were already on the floor when I came." The older argued as he stood up and cleaned himself of any imaginary dust. "You most likely must have reacted to the bed. I'll talk with Antonin to see if he has a less comfy mattress. You are a veteran who slept on the floor during the holocaust, even then probably no more than a few hours. We need to treat you like one until your mind is fully back."

Harry blushed but accepted the hand to stand up.

"I need to start to win muscle. I used to be able to run for hours and to carry even Teddy and now just climbing stairs is an effort and couldn't walk with the boys on my arms. I had to set them down."

Voldemort looked at Harry and then ahead as they walked downstairs.

"We'll talk with Antonin over it. He is a Healer... you most likely know him by his surname: Dolohov."

"He is your Death Eater, or Knight of Walpurgis. Whatever you call them in this timeline." Harry agreed. They arrived the floor under them and Voldemort helped him towards a room where the dining room was. A Caucasian man looked up from a newspaper when they entered. "Healer Dolohov, I believe."

Dolohov stood and shook Harry's hand.

"My apologies for not meeting you yesterday afternoon when you arrived, Sir."

Harry shook his head and let Voldemort guide him to a chair.

"You need to do a full check-up on him, Antonin. He has Veterans nightmares, panic attacks and is massively underweight. He was sleeping on the floor when I had to stop his magic from exploding just now."