Search Home Read Write Forum Login Register
A/N: This is really quite a fluffy chapter. The next one won't be :) *Insert evil Laugh here.*

Chapter 12: An Unexpected Visitor.


“Oh Harry, we have been really worried about you,” said Ginny, smiling at him.


“Well, don’t worry now Ginny, I’m okay,” he said, fiddling with the edge of his blanket.


“Do you feel okay?” she asked concerned.


“Yeah, I’m just glad you are here. Though I wouldn’t mind some pain-killing potion from that healer. What is wrong with my leg anyway?” he asked, trying not to reveal how much pain he was in.


“Well, the healer said it was badly broken. They did the best they could on it, but you might have a limp for a while,” she explained, trying not to worry him. “We were honestly more worried about your head, you have a really bad concussion.”


Harry subconsciously ran his fingers along the bandage that was wrapped around his head. “How long have I been unconscious?” he asked curiously.


“A little over a day,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I’ll be back in just a little bit Harry, I need to go get something to drink,” she said, standing up.


“Okay…’ he replied, trying to collect his thoughts. ‘And Ginny?’


She turned around to face him, looking into his emerald eyes. “Yes?”


“I love you,” he said sincerely.


Ginny smiled. “I love you too,” she said softly, before walking out of the room with the bright blue walls.


After she had left, Harry was alone in the room for several minutes before a familiar voice came from the doorway. It was the healer.


“Hello Mr. Potter,” she said as she walked over to his bed. “It’s good to see you awake, can I get you anything?” she asked kindly, as she felt his forehead. “You don’t have a fever anymore.”


“I wouldn’t mind something to eat. I’m starving,” he said, looking up at her.


“I’ll be back shortly then, with something for you to eat and your potion,” she replied, standing up, and placing something down on the side of his bed as she left the room.


Harry leaned over to see what she had left, wincing as a pain shot up his leg. It was a picture… a picture of the little girl from Harry’s visions. He stared at it curiously, and then set the key on top of it.


George walked into the room with an assortment of sweets from Honeydukes. “Hello mate. Glad to see you’re awake! These are for you,” he said cheerily, setting them down on the nightstand next to the key and photo. He glanced at the photo and the key, and made a funny face, but then decided not to pursue it any further.


“Its good to see you too George,” Harry replied. “Thanks for the sweets. I’ve been starving.”


“Mum will be here in a bit. She went mental when she heard you were awake. She is coming as soon as she can,” George replied, staring at the wall. Harry nodded and looked at him curiously. He hadn’t been quite the same since his twin brother had been killed, and it filled Harry with sadness that he couldn’t do anything. That he, the savior of the wizarding world couldn’t do anything about it.


“I better be going,” George said after a long period of silence. “I need to get back to the shop. I’ll see you later Harry.” He left with a pop, just as Mrs. Weasley burst into the room.


“Harry dear! You’re awake. We were all so worried. How do you feel? Do you need anything?” she asked quickly.


“I’m fine,” he said automatically as she felt his forehead. “The healer has already checked me Mrs. Weasley.” Harry suddenly remembered what Mr. Weasley had told him about calling them by their first names and added, “Molly, do you think I could see Mad-Eye? I need him to help me with something.”


“I’ll tell him for you, dear. What do you need?” she asked politely.


Harry didn’t want to offend her so he tried to make an excuse as to why he just needed her to get Mad-Eye. “I’m sorry, I just need to talk to him about something. Something for the D.A.” he invented quickly.


“Of course dear, I will have him talk to you as soon as you are better,” she replied, satisfied with his reason.


Harry sighed and nodded. It would be better if he could talk to him sooner, but that would have to do.


He had several more visitors throughout the rest of the day. Ron, Hermione, Arthur, Neville, and Luna popped in now and then, and of course Ginny never left his side. Finally a healer came into the room and gave Harry a potion with his food. After he drank it, the healer said that he was free to go back to Hogwarts, but only if he would spend the next couple of days in the hospital wing. Harry agreed happily, as he was sick of the bright blue walls already.




Harry was lying awake in his bed in the hospital wing. He just couldn’t sleep. Ron and Hermione had left hours ago, and Ginny was lying on the bed next to his. She, much to Madame Pomfrey’s disapproval, had refused to leave Harry alone. ‘In case he needs something’, had been her excuse, and, ‘what if he gets ill again and needs to go back to St. Mungo’s?’ It had actually amused him watching the two women fight over sleeping accommodations.


“Harry, are you awake?” asked Ginny in a whisper.


Harry rolled over to face her. “Yes,” he said grinning. “You should be sleeping, you have classes tomorrow.”


“Don’t lecture me on sleeping, Mr. Potter. You need your rest more than I do,” she said teasingly.


“Well, still,” he replied, grinning at her.


“You know Harry,” she said seriously. “I’ve been thinking.”


“Yeah?” he asked curiously.


“I think maybe we should get married soon,” she said, gazing into his emerald eyes.


Harry looked slightly shocked that she would bring up the subject so soon, but then nodded. “I have been thinking about that too, Ginny, and I think we should. I already have your parents blessing,” he said slowly.


“Really?” she asked brightly.


“Yes. I told them we could wait until we graduated, but honestly, I think that conditions have changed,” he said, slowly sitting up.


Ginny nodded. “I think they would agree,” she said softly. “How long have you had their approval?” she asked curiously.


“Since that day in Diagon Alley,” he replied, a slight smile appearing on his face.


“Really?” she asked, slightly surprised. “That long?”


He nodded his head. “Yes,” he replied simply. “We should get to sleep. I’m starting to get tired.” He yawned and lay back down on the white bed.


Ginny smiled at him. “Good night.”


Harry closed his eyes and smiled. “Good night… I love you Ginny,” he replied sleepily.


“I love you too Harry,” she murmured as she turned back over onto her side.



Neville and Luna were sitting on a blanket outside in the grounds, on a bank by the lake. A silvery mist was still hanging over it, and they gazed out over the shimmering water, enjoying the peace.


“It’s so beautiful,” said Luna dreamily as she put her hand on Neville’s.


“Yeah, it is. What do you think it is?” he asked, looking at her blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze.


“Probably a flock of wrackspurts,” she said, slightly seriously.


Neville just stared at her, remembering their little trip over the summer to hunt ‘snoracks’. “You look beautiful tonight,” he breathed.


Luna smiled and brushed her hair out of her face. “You’re so sweet Neville. I love you.”


“I love you too Luna. We should probably be heading back up to the school. It looks like it may rain,” he said, glancing up at the darkening sky.


“Alright,” she said simply, and stood up, pulling Neville up after her. They stared out at the lake for a moment longer, then slowly walked back up to the castle holding hands.




Harry was sitting up in the hospital wing. It was his last night to be there, and he was quite happy about it. Mad-Eye was supposed to be there any minute to talk to him. He stood up and walked over to the window. He could see a figure walking up to the castle, and peered out at the grounds for a few moments, trying to decide if it was Mad-Eye or not. The figure shortly entered the castle, so he limped back over to his bed where a stack of homework was piling up. He picked up his transfiguration book and started flipping through its pages absentmindedly. He looked up to see that someone had entered the hospital wing. It was Lee Jordan.


“Hey Lee,” he said, slightly confused.


“Hello Harry,” he replied, sitting on the bed opposite his. “How are you feeling?” he asked, looking over at the window Harry had been at only moments earlier.


“Pretty good,” he replied. “I get out of the hospital wing tomorrow. Can I ask why you are here?” he said, still slightly confused.


“George wanted me to bring this to you,” he explained, setting an oddly shaped box on the nightstand between the beds.


Harry picked the box up. “What’s in it?”


“I really don’t have a clue,” he said frankly. “Anyway, I’d best be going. I’ll see you sometime Harry,” he said, walking out of the wing just as Mad-eye entered.


“You were wanting to talk to me Harry?” asked the scarred auror gruffly as he walked across the room, his wooden leg making a loud sound as it hit the floor.


“Yes. It’s really important,” he replied, pulling a few things from the drawer of his nightstand. He handed the things to Moody as he began talking. “Do you know anything about me being poisoned?”


Mad-Eye nodded. “I am one of the Aurors on the case,” he said.


“Well. I have been having these visions as well. Strange visions. There is a little girl. She says her name is Lorianna. That is what they are going to name Voldemort’s baby, if you didn’t know, but I had the visions before I knew the name of the baby.”


Harry paused for a moment to see if Moody had anything to say, and when he didn’t speak he continued. “In my vision, the little girl, Lorianna, was in some sort of a rose garden, sitting on a white swing hanging from a tree in the middle of the place. She started saying a little poem, or rhyme. It went something like this; Lorianna is my name. While two things may look the same. Finding the answer is finding the clue. What you need is an answer true. Come upon a darkened way. You’ll find a box, darkened and gray. Look inside, you’ll find the key. Or you’ll hate what will come to be,” he said, stopping to take a breath.


That wasn’t just something like what she had said, it was exactly what she had said, but he didn’t want to admit to one of the greatest aurors that he was afraid of a little girl’s poem. “Then, when I passed out and fell of the broom when Ginny and I were flying, I had the weirdest dream... I was walking through a forest. It went exactly like my vision told me it would. I ended up chasing Lorianna through the forest until I found a path. Then I found a little gray box with a key in it.” Mad-Eye looked down at the little key Harry had handed him. “When I woke up, I was still holding the key,” he explained, waiting for Mad-Eye to respond. He didn’t, so Harry told him the rest of his story.


“Then, later on, while I was still in the hospital, my healer, not the one who released me, but the one who I had seen before, brought me this picture and laid it on the edge of my bed. The girl in the picture is the girl from my visions. Voldemorts daughter, except she is a little older. I have no idea what is going on. I thought maybe since you were the best Auror that ever lived you might be able to help me riddle out what in the name of Merlin is going on.”


Mad-Eye looked down at the picture and the key. After a small while he looked up to Harry and spoke. “I have a suspicion, but I am not sure if it is correct. Do you mind if I take this with me to try to get some people at the ministry to see if there are any pictures of this girl on record?” he asked.


“Not at all. You can take the key too,” he said, looking at Mad-Eye’s swirling lime green eye.


“No,” he said very gruffly. “I think you may be needing that.”


“Be needing it? Why?” Harry said confused.


“I’ll get back to you soon Harry. Remember, constant vigilance.”





Ron and Hermione were walking back from their last class of the day. Hermione was fretting because she thought she had got something wrong on the homework Professor Flamel had assigned them.


“Don’t worry ‘Mione, I’m sure you got everything right. You always do.”


“Oh don’t try to flatter me Ronald. I know I got the third and fifty-ninth question wrong.”


“How about we sneak down to the kitchen and see if we can get some pumpkin juice. Maybe you can talk to some of the house elves about Spew while we are down there,” said Ron, smiling.


Hermione calmed down a bit and kissed him on the cheek. “Like you really want to help free some elves. You’re just thirsty Ronald. I know you.”


Ron blushed slightly as he spoke. “Well, what are we going to do then?” he asked playfully.


“We could go up to the common room. No one will be there this time of day. We can ‘talk’,” she said, smiling at him.


“Okay,” he agreed happily. “Do you still think I have the emotional range of a teaspoon?” he asked, trying to be serious.


“Yes I do, now come with me,” she said, grabbing his hand and walking up to Gryffindor tower.


When they arrived they sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, talking, until Ginny walked in on them on her way down to the great hall.


“Snog in private places unless you want the whole world to see you,” she muttered as she left the room, slightly disgusted.


Hermione giggled, and Ron stood up, slightly red.


“I guess we should go eat too. I am starved,” he said.


Hermione nodded in agreement and the two set off for the great hall.





The next day was a Saturday. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the common room.


“Do you think the Cannons will win this year then Ron?’ asked Harry.


“I hope so. They haven’t won in ages. They have a much better team this year. They replaced the seeker, Gudgeon, with Murray. You know the bloke who was the Seeker for the Magpies for so long,” he said very enthusiastically.


“Well, I think the Holy Head Harpies will win,” stated Ginny happily.


“Oh really?” replied Ron sarcastically.


“Yes, I do. Why, do you think they don’t have a chance?” asked Ginny sharply.


“Pretty much, yeah.” replied Ron.


“And why is that?’ asked Ginny, starting to turn red.


“I don’t know,” said Ron.


Ginny laid her head on Harry’s shoulder, and Hermione muttered something about Quidditch. There was a tapping at the window. A little white owl, who could have been Hedwig’s twin, was there, a letter clutched in its beak. Harry walked over to the window and got the letter from the owl. He quickly opened it, thinking it was from Mad-eye. He was wrong. Inside the envelope was a letter and some pictures.


Dear Harry,


Teddy has been doing great. I am sure he would love to see you. If you would like, I could bring him up on your next Hogsmede weekend. I have put a few pictures of him in the envelope with the letter.


Hope to see you soon,



Harry took out the pictures and thumbed through them smiling. There were several of the little blue-haired boy waving, and a few of him with lime green hair. Harry handed the pictures to Ginny.


“Awww. He is so cute,” she said giggling. When she was done she passed the pictures over to Ron and Hermione, who looked through them,


“Harry, he is so adorable! He has blue hair,” said Hermione, almost as giggly as Ginny.


Ron handed Harry back the pictures. “He looks so much like them,” he said with a slight smile on his face.


Harry grinned. “I know. That’s my godson.”

a/n: Yes, fluffy. Guess what! The day you read this will probably be my birthday! Squee. I am happies. As a birthday present to myself I shall go write chapter 13 now. :D Happy birthday to me on November 27th. :D hee hee hee. Leave me a review? :D

Track This Story: Feed

Write a Review

out of 10


Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.

Register Today!
Need Help Writing Your Fanfic?

Write Your BEST Fanfic EVER In Our FREE 10 Day Fanfiction Writing Jumpstart Program!

  • Introduce Your Character Like A Rockstar! 🤘
  • Build GUT-CLENCHING Suspense 🔎
  • Drop into an Action Scene 💥
  • Develop a POWERFUL Romance 😍
  • How to Land an Ending 🍻
  • How To Make Writer's Block Your Best Friend ❤️
  • ...And more!
“The lessons that were offered helped me enormously. Suddenly it was easier to write scenes, imagine them and bring suspension and romance in it. I loved it! ​It helped me in a way other bloggers couldn’t and still can’t.” - Student