A Traitors Heart

 Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters are the property of J.K.Rawlings and all the affiliates. I am simply borrowing them for this story although there will be a few, OC’S that are my property and creation. I make no profit off of any portion being borrowed or created.

 

Chapter Five

”Healing Heart”

 Waking to three crying voices, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and engaged my mind. It had been three weeks since my last assignment. An assignment that broke my heart and yet gave me three beautiful miracles that my wife and I loved and thanked Merlin to have. It was obvious that that poor young man wanted his children, yet how could he have raised them, he was in Azkaban, for a crime everyone convicted him of a crime that as I got to know him during the months that I cared for him I realized he couldn’t committee. Yet he is a prisoner and I had three babies still screaming. My wife Adele had flooed home to our cottage to keep up appearances till we could finally leave. I had alerted the house elves to prepare our summer home for yearly residence as we were leaving. I know I promised Harry Potter that I would send his children to a muggle adoption agency but these were three magical children, three wondrous, beautiful and very hungry babies, I broke that promise but I would live another and raise these children in a loving stable home.

Preparing the bottles, and the changing table I immersed myself in the daily routine of baby care and found myself smiling and playing with each baby as I changed and fed them. As I rocked the last baby I watched as she suckled at the nipple blinking up at me like saying I know you. I smiled at Mira and took the bottle from her mouth, lifting her to my shoulder I patted her pick covered back as I remembered the first few days. In the beginning it seemed as nothing we did could stop the screaming and crying. With one baby it would be a cup of tea but with three all at the same time. I knew that as a healer there was nothing medically wrong, the babies all had been nurtured and fed by there birth parent’s magic and body and now they had been removed from that magic. Those days were the most scariest, harrowing days and nights where, spelling the milk into the tiny stomachs to keep them alive would give me anxiety attacks, I wouldn’t sleep for fear that if I did one of the babies would fall ill or worse. Thank Merlin I had Adele if she hadn’t kept me calm and kept reminding me that I was doing the right thing, then I think I would have lost what sense I had in my head.

Hearing the floo activate from the master bedroom, I knew it was Adele she had taken to coming and spending at least the morning here with us. Smiling as she walked into the room I knew something was wrong just by the look on her face.

“What is it?”

“There’s a medical emergency at Azkaban, the warden wouldn’t say exactly what but I know it has to be about Harry Potter, I mean why else would they call you?”

“I have changed and fed them I must go pack my bag.”

“Ethan?”

“I know, but there is nothing to be done for it, they convicted him Adele and with three babies we couldn’t get very far.”

“If he was to die wouldn’t that clear everything up?”

“Adele! I am a healer sworn to save life!”

“I know that but I love them Ethan, their ours, I love these babies and I won’t lose them!”

“We won’t with everything happening Harry will be in Azkaban his whole life, no matter how long or short it is. I must go.”

“Be careful.”

“I will I love you and our babies.”

Arriving at the prison took two days and when I finally got there I was greeted by a near frantic warden.

“I honestly don’t know how he has remained alive; it’s been weeks since he stopped.”

“Stopped what?”

“Everything!”

“I don’t understand?”

“Harry Potter prisoner 3365, since he gave birth he hasn’t eaten or even moved much.”

“That’s impossible; no one can survive without the necessities of life.”

“Come with me.”

 Following the Warden a million things ran through my mind, what if he knew I had taken his babies what if he could tell just by looking at me, could I do what Adele mentioned? I couldn’t take a life I would never do so, but what if he was already more dead then alive? Shaking those dark thoughts from my head I realized that this place truly appealed to a person’s inner dark side and I vowed to do what ever was necessary to save this young man’s life. Entering the call we arrived at I found an emaciated corpse, I could barley see any movement of his chest indicating he was breathing.

“Merlin save us! What happened?”

“In the beginning I figured he had went on a hunger strike as a way of being defiant, but as the reports kept coming in that he wasn’t eating or drinking any water, or even moving unless he was moved by a guards, I petioned the Ministry of Magic to reopen his case to take another look at it. They refused they even sent a howler telling me to let him rot and die, that the world would be better off.”

“Merlin! How could they let this happen, how could the consign a teenager to this place?”

“I agree with you, I don’t believe he did what they claimed or believe me he wouldn’t have gotten such glamorous treatment but what can I do I am just but a man who has a family to provide and protect.”

Taking out my wand I began running diagnostics, the very first thing that came up was dehydration, extreme dehydration, starvation. In the end it was shown that Harry’s magic was keeping him alive but his body had begun to shut down.

“May I use an owl; I must tell my wife that I will be here for awhile”

Awhile turned into two months, all time I spent treating and returning the boy who lived to a semblance of health. I mean how healthy could you be in prison, but I did my job. At first his body refused food of any kind, I resorted to nutrient potions. Spelling them into his stomach, and then making sure they remain as his body tried to expel the potions. Two months and his body was okay disaster had been averted, but as I watched over my patient I was sure that it was all in vain, I received nothing from Harry, not a sound, a look nothing it was silent except for myself and occasionally the warden. In two months nothing and I knew that if nothing changed then every treatment would mean nothing as Harry wouldn’t eat or care for himself. He was actively seeking his death I could see that and I had to do something but the only thing that could be done I couldn’t no one could no one except the wizards and witches that had taken his life away.

“Harry I know you can hear me and I know why this has happened and all I can say is that this isn’t the way. Right now all you want is death, but it isn’t right, you need to survive, if not to be proven innocent then for those three babies you gave life too. They maybe gone from you, but you are not gone from them, will you truly leave them alone in the world. What if this insanity doesn’t end with the wizarding world? What if he goes for the muggle world, what if the only thing standing between them and destruction is you, what if one day in the future they learn the truth, would this be what you want them to learn of you, and the legacy you leave behind? Dammit boy! Their safe I placed them with a family that will take care of them as their own, they will be loved, but you can’t surrender to this, you must survive!”

Leaving the room I made my way to the small cot I had to rest. Sighing I laid down and prayed that this world had not truly broken the young man in that bed.