Why Me?

Disclaimer.... I do not own Harry Potter and make no money off of these writings.

Exhausted with physical and emotional pain, Harry gives up trying to sleep after the battle. He needs time to think and to put his ideas and perspectives in order; he decides to get away from everyone and everything; too much expectancy it’s too much to bear. He needs to become whole again, he needs to breath and figure out what he’ll be doing with his future. Auror, that’s what everyone is expecting, but he needs space and time to mend his spirit; that’s more important than his wounds healing. Without destination he runs…….

Harry arrived in Puerto Rico, far away from all the publicity and all the mumbo jumbo.

When he arrived to the Island he was wounded, disoriented and exhausted. He was found on the shore unconscious; that is where Claudia and Eric found him. They took him to their mother’s house and after two weeks he regained consciousness. He was still a little disoriented, but upon waking he saw a beautiful angel with hazel eyes and a warm, tender smile.

It’s been three days when he finally woke up, everything hurts.

“Easy, easy bello durmiente (sleeping beauty), everything is fine. My name is Claudia. How are you feeling? Need anything?” the angel asked in broken English with a heavy Spanish accent.

“Water, please” he croaked sitting up a little, “Where Am I?”

“Well, we found you on the shore and brought you to our mother’s house; you are in Puerto Rico, more specifically Cabo Rojo”

“What? That’s half a world away from where I came?”

“And where is that exactly?”

“London in the UK.”

“Ah, that explains your accent. Do you want something to eat? Do you remember who you are?”

“Yes, uh… sorry my name is Harry Potter.”

“Ok, Harry, let me give you the proper welcome.” She stands, “I will be right back with your food, my brother Eric said that you need at least two more days in bed,” she advised and then left. She was back with a tray of soup, crackers and fruit. “Here’s something light, but if you’re still hungry after this we can do something more for you. Enjoy your food.” and once more she left, leaving Harry to his thoughts.

Harry ate, but was confused at how he got where he is right now, this place is far from England and far from the battle. The battle, Hermione and Ron most be frantic, he left without a word.

He needs to let them know that he is ok, but how? These people are Muggles. He searches for his wand and finds it on his jeans. He thought about sending a Patronous, but that can be traced and he isn’t ready to be found yet.

He remembers that Dumbledore said house elves are bond to their masters and can come be summoned at anytime. He’d acquired two before the final battle to help Kreacher. He doesn’t lose anything just for trying, right? “Zac, Zary”, he calls as quietly as possible. Two pops sound beside him.

“Master, Master is ok?” Zac squeals, “Oh Master everyone is looking for you.”

“Zac please.” the elf went quiet in an instant, “I need you to take a message to Hermione, but do not let her know where I am, ok?”

“As you wish Master.” Harry looked into some drawers beside his bed and found a pen and paper. He scribbled a quick note for Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

Sorry! Is all I can say. I need time, please understand. For now, know that I am safe and alive. I will be contacting you from time to time. Please don’t look for me.

Thank you,
Harry

“Take this to Hermione and come back to me.”

“Yes Master,” and left with a pop. Zary stayed behind. “Zary, you can go I will call if I need you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Claudia came in followed by her mother and brother. “Harry, this is Maria my mother and Eric my brother. He is the one that healed your wounds. He is a doctor,” she said proudly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for taking care of me, how can I repay you for your kindness?”

“None of that young man. What we did we would have done for anyone. What will become of mankind if we do not help each other. Do you remember who did this to you?

‘Boy did I remember’, “No ma’am. I don’t, All I remember is waking up to Claudia. Lies, but they didn’t need to know the truth he was just passing through.

“Don’t stress yourself, everything will be fine. And please call me Maria the Mrs makes me feel older than I am. If you need anything just call me, ok? Good night.”

Eric checked his wounds and told him that he needed at least one more day in bed. After he left, Claudia stood and went to the window to open it; the breeze from the sea came through.

“You know Harry, I feel like I know you; it’s strange. Maybe it’s one of those things,” Harry kept silent watching her move while making sure he was comfortable. “If you’re willing to stick around for a while you are more than welcome to stay with us and in that way I can show you a little bit of my island”

“I don’t want to impose..” he started...

“Nonsense,” she interrupted quickly, “you aren’t imposing at all”
He doesn’t let her finish, . “it would be my pleasure.”

“Oh, Harry, so proper, like a knight from the Round Table,” she chuckled, “Good night and see you in the morning.”

So it was decided, he would stay; not long, but just enough to get on his feet again.