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Chapter 19

Harry was in the library, working on the copious amounts of homework his professors had piled on him during his first week back at school, when a Gringott's owl flew into the room. The owl dropped a letter on the table in front of him and immediately flew away. Harry sighed softly and reluctantly picked up the letter, knowing it could only mean one thing.

Mr. Potter,

I am writing to inform you that Albus Dumbledore is now aware that you are still alive. He came to the bank this morning, demanding an explanation for why we hadn't contacted the Weasley's with news of their inheritance from you. I had no choice but to tell him the truth about the matter. However, he is still unaware of the truth of your magical inheritance, nor does he know your current location.

If you have any further instructions for me regarding your accounts, please let me know.

Rangthorn

"That old man certainly didn't waste any time trying to get his grubby hands on my money," mutered Harry with a disgusted frown. He was hoping for a little more time before Dumbledore learned the truth, but he really should have expected something like this from the old coot. And to make matters worse, now that Dumbledore knew that he was alive, it was only a matter of time before Voldemort would be informed of that fact.

With a disgruntled sigh, Harry packed up his books and headed back to his room. It was almost time for him to return anyway because Ron and Hermione were supposed to call him after supper, and he wanted to take a quick shower before then. However, just as he reached the eighth floor, someone grabbed him from behind. He didn't even have time to react before he felt a sharp pain in his back and chest. Looking down at his chest in shock, he saw the tip of a dagger protruding from his skin. A second later, the dagger was pulled free and Harry fell weakly to his knees as his assaillant let him go.

"You never should have crossed me, Potter, and stealing my prey was the final straw."

Harry slowly turned his head to look behind him, unsurprised to see none other than Silas Hargrove standing with a bloody dagger in hand and a smug grin on his face. Harry painstakingly pressed a hand against his chest, desperately trying to heal the wound, but the dagger had punctured his lung, and he was losing blood quickly. He only had enough energy to heal his punctured lung before he passed out from blood loss.

Silas smirked and walked up to the fallen brunet, kicking him viciously in the side. "You thought you were so much better than me, didn't you? Now who's better? In just a few minutes, you'll be nothing more than a memory. And once you're gone, I'll make Tristan pay for the humiliation he's caused me by refusing our betrothal. He won't get off as easily as you, though. I'll make sure he suffers for this insult for the rest of his miserable life."

Silas kicked Harry once more, laughing gleefully. His laughter was cut abruptly short, and a sharp crack echoed in the corridor. Silas fell to the floor with a broken neck, revealing the petite form of one Vera Whitaker. She calmly stepped over Silas' body and gently lifted Harry into her arms. A moment later, the pair disappeared in a shower of ice.

"Healer Carrington, get your arse in her right now!" Vera shouted as they appeared in the infirmary. She carefully placed Harry on the nearest bed and shouted for the Healer once more.

Healer Carrington walked into the room with a wide yawn. "What is it? I was trying to take a nap."

"Heal him," said Vera coldly, gesturing to the still form on the bed.

Carrington's eyes widened in shock when he saw the amount of blood covering the boy and almost leapt to the bed. He immediately ran a diagnostic scan and cursed. "Get me some Blood Replenishers, and be quick about it. Time is of the essence."

Vera nodded and hurried to the potion's cabinet, grabbing as many Blood Replenishers as she could carry. They ran back to Healer Carrington and placed the potions on the table beside the Healer. "What else do you need?"

"Go get Madame Mullins. She can administer the proper potions needed while I heal everything else," said Carrington curtly, snatching up one of the potions and forcing it down the brunet's throat.

Vera raced out of the room and further into the Healing Ward, calling for the medi-witch. Madame Mullins came out of her office with an anoyed scowl. "What is it, child? This is an infirmary, not a quidditch match. There is no need to yell like that."

"Healer Carrington needs your help with a patient," said Vera breathlessly.

Madame Mullins gasped and quickly followed Vera back to the room where Carrington was working desperately to keep Harry alive. "Dear Merlin, what happened to the poor child?"

"There's no time for that right now," snapped Carrington. "Right now I need you to give the boy those potions while I heal these wounds. He's losing blood too quickly for me to do both."

"Of course," said Madame Mullins briskly.

Vera stood back, forgotten for the moment, and watched the two work tirelessly to save her friend's life. If only she'd gotten there sooner. She'd followed that bastard, Silas, because she'd overheard him boasting about a plan to get rid of Harry so that he could get Tristan more easily. However, she'd lost sight of him when someone had run into her on the second floor. By the time she'd given chase again, Silas was nowhere in sight. Then she'd seen Harry walking up the stairs and followed him instead. Unfortunately, Harry was several floors ahead of her, and she hadn't managed to reach him before Silas had struck.

Two hours later, Healer Carrington and Madame Mullins finally breathed a sigh of relief. Harry's wounds were all healed up, and he was in a healing coma to replenish his depleted magic. It was a miracle the boy had survived at all. If he hadn't managed to heal his punctured lung before he passed out, there would have been no hope for him. And even then, his heart had stopped twice while they were healing him.

"Is he going to be okay?"

Carrington started in surprise. He'd completely forgotten about Vera's presence. He turned to the girl and smiled wearily. "He's going to be fine. We managed to heal all the damage. Now he's just in a healing coma to replenish his depleted magical reserves."

"Thank goodness," said Vera. She promptly burst into tears now that the scare was over. "I was afraid I was too late."

"Do you know who did this to him?" asked Madame Mullins.

"It was Silas Hargrove," said Vera venomously, wiping her tears away with an angry swipe of her hands. "He grabbed Harry from behind and stabbed him in the back."

"And where is Silas Hargrove now?" asked Carrington in a dangerously soft voice.

"I imagine he's exactly where I dropped him after snapping his cowardly neck," said Vera nonchalantly.

"How the hell did you manage to break Hargrove's neck? You're tiny!" said Carrington incredulously.

"I just kicked him behind the knees and snapped his neck when he lost his balance," said Vera dismissively.

Before Carrington could ask her anything else, they heard a deafening roar. Carrington groaned softly. “And now we have a raging dragon to deal with. Any volunteers?” Madame Mullins and Vera just stared blankly at him.

“You must be insane,” said Vera bluntly. “I’m not stupid enough to confront an overprotective dragon. You go calm him down.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass,” said Carrington. “I like living too much.”

“That’s what we thought,” said Vera smugly.

XxX

Zenith frowned when he saw the crowd of students gathered around the eighth floor stairs. He

tapped the nearest person on the shoulder and asked, “What’s with the crowd here?”

“It’s Silas Hargrove. Apparently, someone killed him.”

Zenith quickly pushed his way to the front of the crowd. “Everyone get back.” He saw Silas’ body on the floor and knelt down beside him. He caught the faint scent of ice in the air but ignored it as he reached toward Silas, checking for a pulse even though he knew it was pointless. As he did, though, he caught sight of the bloody dagger. Lifting up the dagger, he delicately sniffed the blood to see if he recognised the scent.

As soon as the scent of the blood hit his senses, his dragon roared in rage. That bastard had hurt his mate! Zenith shifted to his dragon form, sending the students scattering in fear. Zenith ignored the scurrying insects and grabbed Silas’ body in his claws, tearing and clawing at the corpse until nothing but a mash of raw meat remained. Tossing the mutilated carcass to the ground, he spit a fireball at the corpse, setting it aflame.

Zenith shifted back to his normal form and vaulted over the side of stair rails, wings spread out so that he could glide quickly to the second floor. Hitting the second floor at a run, Zenith burst into the infirmary. “Where is he?”

All three occupants immediately pointed to the silent figure on the bed. Zenith paled slightly when he saw his mate lying so still and silent. He hurried up to the bed and gently clasped one of Harry’s limp hands between his palms.

“He’ll be fine, Zenith,” said Carrington softly. “He’s just resting right now.”

Zenith sighed in relief and gently kissed the hand he was holding. Vera stepped up to the other side of the bed, and Zenith’s nose twitched at the scent of ice and snow that wafted off from her. He looked at the Winter Elf intently. “You were there.”

“I’m the one who killed Silas. I heard him boasting about having a plan to get rid of Harry and followed him, but I didn’t reach him in time to stop him from stabbing Harry,” said Vera remorsefully.

“It was because Vera got him here so quickly that Harry survived,” added Carrington. “He would have died from blood loss otherwise.”

“Thank you,” said Zenith sincerely.

“Harry’s my friend,” said Vera simply.

“Is there anything left of Silas to bury?” asked Carrington with a pointed stare at Zenith. “I’m sure his family will want to know.”

“There may be some charred bones once the fire goes out,” said Zenith coldly.

“Damn, that means more work for me,” said Carrington with a scowl. “You can stay with him tonight if you like. It’s not like I have any other patients at the moment.”

With that said Carrington walked out of the infirmary to deal with Silas’ remains. Madame Mullins wisely chose to retreat back to her office. She had no desire whatsoever to anger an overprotective dragon in any way. Vera simply stroked Harry’s hair briefly and left.

Once the room was clear, Zenith sighed. “You two can come out now.”

XxX

Tristan heard the ding of a communication orb as he got out of the shower. Quickly pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms, he followed the sound to Harry’s room. He activated the orb and saw Ron and Hermione huddled together in front of the orb.

“Oh, Tristan,” said Hermione, blushing slightly at the sight of Tristan’s damp, bare chest. “Is Harry around? He told us to call him after supper.”

“No, he isn’t. He was in the library earlier, doing his homework, so maybe he just lost track of time or something,” said Tristan. “Do you want me to tell him to call you when he gets back?”

“No, we’ll just try back tomorrow,” sighed Hermione. “There are too many people around for him to call here.”

“Alright, I’ll tell him to expect a call tomorrow then,” said Tristan.

“Thanks, Tristan,” said Hermione.

The communication orb went dark, and Tristan set it back down on Harry’s desk. Despite his words of assurance to Hermione, Tristan felt a sinking pit of dread in his stomach. It wasn’t like Harry to be this late.

Tristan heard a thump in the common room and hurried out of Harry’s room, hoping it was Harry. Unfortunately, it was just Octavius. “Have you seen Harry, Octavius? He was supposed to be back already to talk with Hermione and Ron.”

“No, he said he was going to the library to study, so I decided to spend a little time with Claudius today,” said Octavius.

“Something’s wrong,” said Tristan worriedly. “I can just feel it in my gut.”

Octavius didn’t question Tristan’s worries. He simply turned around, ready to command the shadows to search for the missing brunet, but a deafening roar stopped him cold. “That was Zenith.”

“I knew something was wrong,” cried Tristan, bolting for the door. He ran down the corridor, reaching the edge of a crowd of people just in time to see Zenith hurl a fireball at something and jump over the stairwell.

“Come on. We’ll never get through this mess in time to follow him,” said Octavius, grabbing Tristan’s arm and pulling him into the shadows with him.

Octavius reached the infirmary just as Vera admitted to killing Silas. He almost fell back into the shadows in shock. That tiny elf didn’t look like she could harm a fly, much less actually kill someone. Of course, if anyone deserved such a fate, it was Silas Hargrove.

“Did she just say… what I think she said?” whisper Tristan incredulously.

“Yep, she sure did,” said Octavius. “Harry certainly knows how pick his friends, doesn’t he?”

“You two can come out now,” said Zenith dryly, interrupting their whispered conversation.

Octavius and Tristan stepped out of the shadows and up to Harry’s bed. Tristan sat down in the chair beside the bed and picked up Harry’s free hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop this, Harry.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone else will be stupid enough to attack Harry after this, especially not after the way Zenith reacted,” said Octavius.

“Tell me you wouldn’t have reacted the same way,” challenged Zenith.

“You two quit arguing. We all know that Octavius and I would have reacted very much the same way you did, Zenith, so there’s really no point in arguing about it,” said Tristan wearily. “I’m just thankful that he’s still alive.”

Zenith and Octavius nodded in agreement, sitting beside their injured mate in silent vigil.

XxX

Healer Carrington rubbed his temples wearily as he walked back toward the infirmary. Dealing with Hargrove’s father was a pain in the arse. As soon as he’d informed the man of his son’s death, he’d been forced to listen to the man’s pointless threats of retribution. Carrington had finally told him to have at it and had even given him a list of names. Of course, when he’d done that, Hargrove’s father paled drastically and promptly shut up. Carrington couldn’t blame him, though. He certainly wouldn’t want to enrage a Dracken, Shadow Demon, Tempest Sidhe, Winter Elf, and a Kitiara.

Walking into the infirmary, Healer Carrington paused at the sight. Harry was lying in the centre of the bed with Zenith asleep in a chair with his head on the brunet’s stomach. Octavius had dragged another chair over to the bed, and he was asleep with his arms wrapped around Harry’s thighs. Tristan was in a chair on the other side of the bed, sleeping with Harry’s hand cuddled against his chest.

This was one interesting courtship. It was obvious that the three suitors were already deeply, irrevocably in love with Harry, and from what he’d seen from the brunet, Harry felt the same way about each of them. It would be a complete and utter shock if this courtship didn’t end with Harry choosing all three of his suitors.

Carrington sighed and quickly enlarged Harry’s bed before levitating Zenith, Octavius, and Tristan onto the bed with the brunet. This way, they could at least be comfortable. Besides, it wasn’t like they had class the next day since it was the weekend.

Covering them all with a sheet, Carrington headed to his office. He was absolutely exhausted.

XxX

Harry slowly opened his eyes, squinting slightly at the sunlight piercing his eyes. The first thing he saw was white. This obviously wasn’t his bedroom, so where was he? The last thing he remembered was getting a letter from Rangthorn and heading back to his dorm. After that… nothing.

“Good, you’re awake.”

Harry’s eyes widened at the sound of the perverted Healer’s voice. He was in the infirmary? “What happened?” he asked in a scratchy voice.

“You were stabbed by Silas Hargrove,” said Carrington calmly. “Luckily, you managed to heal your punctured lung before you passed out. Otherwise, you would have died before I could heal you.”

“How did I get here?” asked Harry.

“Vera Whitaker brought you here,” said Carrington.

“And where are-”

Carrington cut him off. “Your suitors are in the dining hall getting some breakfast. They’ve spent the last two days with you, refusing to bath or eat, so I finally forced them to do so. They should be back any minute now.”

“I’ve been here for two days?” asked Harry incredulously.

Carrington raised an eyebrow at the question. “You almost died, Harry. In fact, your heart stopped twice while we were healing you. I don’t think two days is that unreasonable of a recovery time.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” said Harry meekly. “It’s just that I was supposed to talk to my friends at Hogwarts, and they’ll be worried that they haven’t been able to get a hold of me.”

“Then you’ll be happy to know that once you eat breakfast, you are free to go. Just take it easy for the next few days,” said Carrington, pointing to a tray on the bedside table. He watched the brunet for a long moment, and finally his curiosity got the best of him. “Don’t you want to know what happened to Hargrove?”

Harry stilled at the question and sighed softly. He’d been trying to avoid thinking about Hargrove at all. “Not really.” He had an idea of what happened to him, though. Since he was alone in the infirmary, there was really only one option.

“He’s dead,” said Carrington bluntly. “Your friend, Vera, broke his neck.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise at that comment. It was hard to believe that his elfin friend had killed Silas. She was one of the nicest people he’d ever met. He guessed he shouldn’t be too surprised, though. Even he was capable of murder if it came to protecting his friends and family.

“It was probably for the best,” Carrington continued blithely. “It was far more painless than the death he would have experienced at Zenith’s hands.”

Harry looked at the Healer for a long moment. “What is the point of this? I didn’t like Silas Hargrove, but I certainly didn’t want him dead. But what’s done is done, and there’s nothing I can do to change it.”

Carrington smirked at the brunet. “I just wanted to see your reaction. For someone so innocent, you’re remarkably calm in the face of death.”

“I’m hardly innocent when it comes to death,” said Harry softly, looking away from the Healer. “Can I go now? I’m really not all that hungry right now.”

“Be my guest,” said Carrington cheerfully. “Maybe I can finally take that nap that got interrupted the other day.”

Harry immediately sat up and tossed the blankets aside, ignoring the slight twinge of pain in his chest and back. Turning so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry looked down at his chest curiously, staring at the small scar left behind. He then noticed that he was only wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms.

“I don’t suppose I have any more clothes here, do I?” asked Harry dryly.

“Nope,” said Carrington cheerfully. “I did mention that your mates hadn’t left the infirmary until this morning, didn’t I?”

Harry sighed irritably and slowly stood up. Once he was sure his legs were steady, Harry headed for the door. Right now, all he wanted to do was go to his room and take a long, hot shower. However, he’d only taken a few steps down the corridor when Zenith, Octavius, and Tristan hurried up to him.

“Harry, what are you doing out of bed?” asked Tristan worriedly.

“Healer Carrington said I could go,” said Harry calmly.

“How do you feel?” asked Zenith softly.

“My chest and back ache a bit, but that’s to be expected. It should ease up in the next day or so,” said Harry.

“Have you eaten?” asked Octavius quickly.

“I’m not really hungry right now. At the moment, I just want a shower,” said Harry wistfully.

“Then come on,” said Tristan, grabbing Harry’s arm and pulling him toward the stairs.

Zenith suddenly grinned and grabbed Harry away from Tristan, running a few steps and launching himself in the air. Beating his wings powerfully, Zenith flew up the stairwell until he reached the eighth floor. Before he could take more than two steps, though, a hand reached out and pulled Harry into the shadows.

Harry smiled slightly at their antics and cuddled closer to Octavius. Those three always knew how to cheer him up.

Harry didn’t get his shower when they reached their dorm, though. As soon as they stepped into the suite, Harry heard the beeping of his communication orb and groaned in realisation. Because of the incident with Silas, Harry had completely missed his talk with Hermione and Ron. They’d probably been trying to call him for the last three days, getting more and more worried the longer he didn’t answer.

Almost jumping out of Octavius’ arms, Harry ran to his bedroom and grabbed the communication orb. He quickly activated it and smiled sheepishly at his friends. “Hi, Hermione. Hi, Ron.”

“Don’t you hi us, Harry Potter. Where the hell have you been the last two days?” Hermione almost shrieked.

“The infirmary,” Harry muttered softly.

“The infirmary!” She did shriek that time. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” said Harry with a reassuring smile.

“He is now,” added Octavius unhelpfully. “He almost died, though.”

“What!?” shouted Ron. “What do you mean he almost died? What happened?”

“Silas Hargrove stabbed him in the back,” said Octavius darkly, fists clenching with the desire to revive that son of a bitch just so he could kill him again.

“I’ll kill him,” growled Ron angrily.

“You’re too late for that,” said Octavius with a scowl. “Harry’s friend, Vera, got to him before we could.”

“But you’re alright now?” asked Hermione, staring at Harry in concern.

“I’m perfectly fine. See? I’m all healed up,” said Harry, pointing to his new scar.

Hermione and Ron paled slightly when they saw how close the wound was to their friend’s heart. It really was a miracle Harry was still alive. A couple of centimetres to the left, and that wouldn’t be the case.

“Does Remus know?” asked Hermione softly.

This time it was Harry who paled. Remus was going to go ballistic when he found out. “No, not yet. I just got out of the infirmary a few minutes ago.”

“Good luck with that, mate,” said Ron sympathetically. “You might want to make sure Bill’s there to calm him down when you do tell him, though. Otherwise, he’s liable to storm the school or something.”

Harry heard the door open and turned to look at Zenith. “Hey, Zenith, do you think we would get in trouble if we made a quick trip to visit Remus today?”

“I don’t know why we would,” said Octavius, answering instead. “I shadow off the school grounds all the time.”

“I don’t know if that would be a wise thing to do, Harry,” said Hermione. “Knowing Remus, he could try to keep you from returning to school.”

“You have a point there,” sighed Harry. “I’ll think of something. Right now, I’m going to take a shower. I’ve been asleep for two days, and I desperately need one.”

“Okay, Harry. We’ll call you again in a few days,” said Hermione.

“And let us know how it went with Remus,” Ron added.

“If I survive the experience, you mean,” said Harry dryly. Ron just grinned at him and cut the connection. Harry put the orb back on the bedside table and headed for the shower. Remus would just have to wait a bit longer.
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