Lets Finish Life
A/N Hey, I'm bflatgirl now, I used to be mist-of-the-night. This story is a sequel to 'The Life We Lead'. Now, I think no one really liked that story much, even though it had thousands of hits it only got 8 reviews! So what I'm going to do is make it so that you don't have to read the first one if you don't want to, basically I'll explain everything in this story that relates to the first one. But I would like it if you read the first one, you never know, you might like it! I think it was really good, but oh well! Life goes on, as does my story!! So I'll start writing it, and thanks for reading through the boring part first!!
The Boy Who Lived
Harry Potter awoke one morning from uneasy dreams. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to go back to sleep, he hated to face the real world every morning he woke up.
At last he opened his eyes to see gleaming white walls, a white sink and white curtains. As he looked around, he saw he was in a small room, with windows on both sides of his bed; one looking to the outside world, and the other, he couldn't see where that led. That particular window was covered with white blinds and he couldn't see through them.
He soon realised there was a faint beeping coming from his right side. He twisted his head to see the source of it and saw a machine, with green lines moving slowly up and down. He then felt the plastic tubes coming out of him in lots of places around his body. He was in a hospital. Suddenly, as the realisation of where he was dawned on him, he realised what had happened last night as well…
There was a click and the door next to the blind covered window opened. A large woman, wearing a light blue nurse's dress and hat, walked in and saw him awake.
"Oh! Mr Potter! You're awake!" She cried.
The nurse gave him no time to speak as she ran out of the room to tell others. It had only been one night, 'there was no need for all the fuss', Harry thought to himself.
The nurse entered again, this time followed by a much older man with grey hair. The doctor took out the folder at the end of Harry's bed.
"Looks like you're going to make a quick recovery now then Mr Potter," He smiled.
Harry didn't know what was meant by that, so he smiled and the doctor placed the folder back and left.
"Mr Potter, may I just say," The Nurse said as she examined some of the machines, "I admire you."
"Why's that?" Harry croaked. Was that really his voice? So old and beaten down? He was only nineteen years old; maybe it had been more than one night since it happened.
"Well, you risked your life to help us, and it took you a month to recover, a billion people in this world will want to thank you once you get out of here, so I think you need to brace yourself," The nurse explained.
"A month?!" Harry spluttered out. "I've been here a month? What happened to me?" He asked, astonished.
"Well, Mr Potter, the unspeakable curse performed by the two of you clashed in the middle, well, more towards you…" The nurse lowered her head, "We thought we were going to loose you, but I wouldn't give up! I ain't a proper doctor, Sir, but I wouldn't let the saviour of the world die!" She finished with a proud smile.
"Saviour of the earth?" Harry asked, confused. He'd thought she said the clashing curse blew up next to him.
"Yes Sir, you wouldn't give up, one last shout when You-know-who was laughing at your 'death' and he was done for. DONE FOR!" She shouted happily.
"You mean to say, I did it?" Harry couldn't believe his ears, he couldn't remember anything after the clash of the two killing curses, had he really gotten back up and done it?
"Yes, Mr Potter, can't you remember? He-who-must-not-be-named is gone, forever."
A/N There you are, I know it was a short chapter, but it was kind of like a prologue, like it? Hehe I did! Please review!