By newsiegirl14
Author's Note: This is my first HP FF and I really think it is cool, but most of the credit goes to my dear friend, Ducky
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of these characters. They are the creation and property
of JK Rowling.
Harry Potter awoke to a searing pain in his head, but it wasn't the first time in his life. Harry thought it was his scar like the usual times, but for once, it wasn't. He put on his glasses and glanced at his glowing watch.
" Two thirty, my god,"
His head was pounding uncontrollably, and was making him dizzy. He slowly got up and went to the glass pitcher of water by the window. It poured him a glass, and scolded him quietly that he shouldn't be up at this hour.
" Its too late for a student your age to be awake at this hour. It isn't good for your health,"
" I'm Fourteen, I know when to get up and when not to, and at the moment, I need to somehow kill this pain in my head,"
" I still don't---"
" Oh shut up already, I'm in a bad enough mood," Harry said as loud as he could without waking any of the other boys.
He quietly slipped back into his four- poster and sipped his water. It soothed the pain, but just a bit. Harry had never had a headache in his life and yet he was certain that they weren't supposed to feel so horrendous. The dizziness was taking him over, the room started to spin. He stood up and tried to walk over to the jug again, but it was no use. His entire body felt weak, darkness filled his eyes, and he collapsed onto the dorm room floor.
*
Ron Weasley was the first to awaken that morning. He clambered out of his four- poster to find an eagle- spread Harry on the floor, his glass in his hand, and water everywhere.It took Ron about ten seconds to realize what he was seeing.
" Oh my God! Bloody hell!"
Every boy in that dorm room jumped, including passed - out - on - the - floor - Harry. All of the other boys were around Harry within seconds, dressed in their pajamas.
" Man, what happened to you?"
" You okay Harry?"
" I'm getting Professor McGonagall,"
" NO! I'm fine!" Harry said.
" No, your not fine," said Ron. " When I find someone on the floor with a glass of water in his hand after the night is through, that person is not all right!" Ron helped Harry to his feet, and sat him down his bed.
"And look at you! You're shaking and as white as a ghost- no offense, Nick-"
" I'll be fine. I had a head ache in the middle of the night and I must have fallen asleep on my feet," Harry lied. He knew very well that he had not just fallen asleep. What had happened? Why did he pass out? Harry could still feel the pain in his head, but it wasn't as intense as it had been that early morning. Then he spoke to Ron.
" I'm going to go talk to Hermione for a minute, you mind?"
" I'm not so sur-"
" Thanks Ron, I'll be back in a minute or ten."
Ron sulked and followed Harry into the Common Room, where, they found Hermione. Ron headed for the bathrooms while Harry quickly walked over to Hermione by the fireplace.
Hermione looked up from the book she was reading and quickly asked, "Harry? What is it? You look like you just got second place for the Quidditch Cup. And what was all the ruckus in your dormitory a few minutes ago?"
" Hermione, something happened,"
Hermione made a puzzled statement on her face,
" Harry?"
" I was up in the middle of the night, " Harry started pacing, " and I had a terrible, awful headache and-"
" That's a bit normal, isn't it? Was it your scar?" she interrupted him.
" No, Hermione listen. I got up to get a drink of water, to try to kill the pain a bit and all I remember is, sitting down on the bed, and for some reason, standing up again, and then everything just went dark! Can you explain any of this to me? You're the smart one,"said Harry.
Hermione blushed and laughed. She went immediately went back to a straight face and spoke.
" Harry, I really and honestly don't know what to tell you? I mean, in all of my research on…well…anything, I have never heard of anything like it. But, for your sake, I will look for something in the library, under symptoms or some other. But you still haven't answered my other question,"
" Repeat it for my liking, please?" Harry joked.
" Ha ha ha, very funny. Well, what was all the ruckus about?"
" Oh, well, isn't it apparent? It was Ron finding me on the floor and the obvious happened. Everyone freaked out and the story goes on," Harry slurred his story together.
Hermione laughed again, but this time gave Harry some, what he considered, useless advice.
" Go to Madam Pomfrey, I am sure she will know-"
" NO! I feel, er, better now, and if anything like this happens again, I'll go. Besides, there is no way that I want to put my chances of playing in the Quidditch match against Slytherin today in jeopardy. I'll be fine," Harry headed back to the boys' dormitories to change into his brilliant red and gold Quidditch robes.
" It was nothing," Harry
thought to himself.