Chapter 9
Harry let out a scream. One Ron had never witnessed before. He could feel the anguish in the scream, the helplessness. The earth began to shake, fire and water started to spurt out of everything. The wind became unmanageable, like being stuck in a wind tunnel. Ron knew it was all because of Harry. He moved to him and held him.
"Harry, listen to me!" Harry continued to scream. It was as if a dam had burst and all the emotions he tried to keep contained just flowed out. "Harry! Stop it! If you're going to find Hermione and the babies, you need to pull yourself together!" He had to scream each word because of the strong wind.
After a moment, the flames, the water, the wind and the earth calmed down. Harry looked up at Ron and he saw Harry's pain. "Listen, I can only imagine how you must be feeling right about now, but you have to pull it together, for your family's sake."
"I can't lose her again, Ron. I can't lose my kids and Hermione."
"You haven't lost them yet. You have to recover and get some strength so that you can find them. And as much as I'd like not to say it, we have to think the way Hermione would think."
Harry smiled at the thought. He knew he overreacted. But he'd just found his way back to her. They were still trying to make a new beginning. He couldn't mess up again.
"You're right. We need to get back to Hogwarts. There I will have to leave you to brief the family and give them instructions. I need to go somewhere and meditate."
"But Harry, you're much better with explaining things."
"But Ron, you're much better at chess. I will get back as soon as I find my center. Please tell everyone that I'm okay."
With that, he leapt them back safely within the walls of Hogwarts. He needed to go back to Fincayra. He should have thought of it before. How could he have forgotten that he always had the best place to go to recoup. He'd gotten caught up in trying to get Hermione back and spending time with his boys. He really hadn't been taking care of himself at all. He thought he'd have time to heal and time to spend with his loved ones. He didn't foresee such events happening. He knew they would eventually happen, it was his family's curse. Other wizards always tried to get rid of them. Although he'd have to wonder why they were targeting him. No one knew of the connection between him and Dumbledore except for the family. No one knew of his connection to Merlin either, except maybe for Voldermort if he figured it out before his demise.
He had to go back to where his roots were. He knew that Fincayra would give him the extra power he needed to heal himself. He hoped he was right. He looked at Ron who gave him a sheepish "Ron" expression. He knew he could count on him. He'd never failed him when it mattered. Ron nodded in understanding as he walked to the nearest fireplace. He had to start flooing their family.
Harry walked towards the headmaster's office. He knew he'd find his grandfather pacing the floor and Professor McGonagall wringing her hands together in worry.
"You have to leave?" Dumbledore said as soon as Harry walked through his door.
"Yes, I must. I failed my boys and now Hermione is lost somewhere. I just hope they're all with one another at this point. But I can't use any of my powers because they've proven unreliable in their weak state. I have to go to Fincayra."
"Of course. What would you have us do while you're away?"
"Try to find any lead on who has a grudge against me. It's obvious this is all because of me. Sometimes I think it would have been better if I just stayed away."
"Oh, Harry. You know that's not true," McGonagall said.
"Well, the trouble didn't really happen until I returned, did it?"
"Well, would you rather have the trouble happen while you were away Harry," Dummbledore said. "You know just bearing the Potter name will have some kind of attraction to Merlin knows what. I guess it doesn't really matter now whether or not your relation to me or Merlin is known. You've really built a reputation all on your own my boy. It's highly unlikely that the wizarding world would soon forget Harry Potter the boy who lived and their salvation."
"Gee, grandfather. You make me sound like I'm some sort of a Messiah. You know I am not. I just happened to be the unfortunate little child who Voldemort decided to mark with his curse. It's funny. He's gone now, but it seems he still interferes with my life from beyond the grave."
"Come one, Harry. You know very well that there are dark wizards out there besides Voldemort. Someone will always be greedy enough or insane enough to want to rule the wizarding world or maybe the whole world. There are people who are never happy with what fate dealt them. These people will try and change their fate, but little do they know that what they try to change is probably something that they were meant to do."
"I suppose you're right. I need to go."
"All right my boy. Take care." He drew Harry into a hug. McGonagall also hugged Harry before he leapt to Fincayra.
The place was just as beautiful as he remembered. The lush green fields and vivid colored plants with different flowers were just as bright as ever. It was as if the filtering lens was removed from the camera and everything became clear. Harry took a large gulp of air and breath in the sweet smells of the island. He never got tired of the smell. It was something he could never experience anywhere in the world except for Fincayra. It was truly a magical place. He just hoped that there was enough magic to make heal him.
He walked towards Arbassa. The giant oak tree still looked as formidable as ever. He didn't know exactly what time he leapt himself into, but he hoped he would have company. He didn't care what age Merlin or Rhia were at that point, but anyone would be a welcomed sight.
He whispered to Arbassa to open the door. The giant oak tree its door instantly. No hesitation as it did to Merlin when he was younger and the tree thought him a threat to Rhiannon, his sister. They've passed that point, but they still bring it up and laugh about it at times.
Inside, the furniture were still arranged the way Harry remembered. It looked Spartan as usual, but very inviting. He noticed the table was set for four. He wondered who was there. His stomach growled in response to the sight of the food. He heard someone chuckled above.
"I guess the appetite runs in the family too," said a voice that was as familiar as his.
"Emrys. Rhia, Ellen. It's good to see you."
"It's been a while. I thought you may have forgotten how to leap," Emrys said. The twinkle in his eyes let Harry know he was joking.
"Well, you'd wish it were true so that you'd be the only one in the family who had the ability," Harry joked. It was good to be able to joke. He hadn't forgotten about the current situation his family was in, but even Ron who was known to joke around even at times of crisis, did not joke around with him. Everyone was too serious back home. That may be what was adding to his inability to heal himself. The stress he felt from each and everyone in the family was probably too much to bear. At least he hoped that was the reason he couldn't heal himself completely. If being in Fincayra meant putting off a few hours or so in the search for Hermione and his boys so that he can recuperate 100 percent of his strength, then it may be better in the long run. It was probably better for everyone involved that they have him back to his top form rather than worry about him all the while they try to bring his family home.
"Ah, the truth comes out at last. You my boy are very sharp if I do say so myself. It must run in the family eh?"
"Oh, Emrys, leave Harry alone. Let's have supper. I'm sure Harry is just as hungry as his stomach indicated," Rhia smiled at Harry. His nephew, they'd given up on how many greats before the nephew, reminded her so much of Emrys at times. Except for the emerald eyes on Harry, they'd the same boy.
"First I'd like my greeting from my grandson," Harry complied and gave Ellen a huge hug. Then Rhia and Emrys. "It's good to see you again."
They ate supper as Harry gave them a full report so to speak on what was going on in his world. He told him about his children and what had been gong on with his relationship with Hermione. He told them of the time he'd spend in the in between world - purgatory. He explained his theory about why he couldn't heal himself completely. They all seem to nod in agreement.
The next few days Harry spent most of the time meditating and working out the way Remus had trained for the battle. He ran, lifted stones for weights, and because he missed the freedom of flying he's ride on top of the giant eagles that Emrys befriended before as well as the dragon that Emrys once saved from death.
He enjoyed himself, but he also worked on himself with a purpose. He wanted his family back. He saved his energy by not giving into temptation: to try to feel them. But each day he felt stronger and even though he didn't open himself up to feel for his family, there were always four distinct feelings that crept into his heart. The feelings were mostly of sadness mixed in with joy - all he knew was that he shared the same feelings. Harry was positive they were safe, at least for the mean time. He knew that as longs as he was no where to be found, whoever had his family wasn't going to harm them. In fact, he was almost sure that there were more than one person involved and the goal was to rid the world of him - Harry Potter.
He wondered if it would have been better to change into a Phoenix and let himself burn out and be re-born. He shook the thought out of his head. He knew that process would take much longer than the healing he was now in the process of performing on himself. He could feel the strength within his bones.
After a few more days, he was ready to leave Fincayra and rejoin the search for his family. He thought it best to return to the same day he left straight inside the headmaster's office.
A collective gasp filled the room when Harry popped in the headmaster's office, even the paintings gasped and they were used to seeing many strange things that went on in the office. When he looked around at all the surprised faces, Harry felt a lump in his throat. He'd never realized that until that moment how much he meant to so many people. He knew people cared, but only unconditional love would bring people to fight an unknown threat for someone and risk their lives in the process. All of the Weasley's were there, Neville, Draco, Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, Hagrid and even Sirius who he knew was too weak still. He looked at his grandfather and McGonagall, Merlin would he have to call her grandmother soon? They looked at him and smiled as if they knew exactly what was going on in his head.
"Welcome back, Harry!" Dumbledore broke the silence that surrounded the room.
"Thanks grandfather." He looked around the room. "Thank you all for coming"
With that chaos broke out, of course with the Weasley twins there was always some kind of chaos. Everyone tried to ask Harry questions at once. Where have you been? That was bloody brilliant, how'd you do it? You can't apparate into Hogwarts. The people who already knew the extent of Harry's powers or could only imagine the extent of his powers remained silent with a grin on their faces.
"Ron, you knew about this?" Molly practically accused him of lying to his mother no less.
"Hey, I'm not the only one. Ginny, Draco, Lavender and Neville knew too. So did Hermione."
"Well, of course I understand that Hermione should know, but you Ron? You kept it a secret."
"What's that supposed to mean? I can't keep secrets." He was pretending to be hurt. Truth be said the truth about Harry was the only thing he was able to keep secret.
"You know what I mean, dear. I'm proud of you Ron. That must have been a heavy burden." She gave him a hug and walk towards Harry to give him a hug. Molly had a temper, but she knew when it was pertinent to keep things secret. She wasn't at all hurt that her children kept Harry's true abilities from everyone. Of course she knew that no one really knows for sure what Harry was capable off, they just knew that he was almost invincible. Almost.
The questions kept coming until Dumbledore finally hushed everyone and reminded them that they were there for a specific reason and that was to locate Hermione and the boys and to rescue them from their captor.
"I know where they are." Harry blurted.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Been busy. Hope you like this chapter. It's a bit rushed and short, but I hope it's okay nonetheless. Thank you for your reviews.
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