"Something is wrong," Albus said flatly. He looked up at Severus, standing before him. Albus had placed monitoring charms on Harry before he had returned to Privet Drive. He had known that the boy had been devastated at his loss, and was afraid that he would hunt down Voldemort himself.
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A soft crack resounded in Privet Drive. With a swirl of purple robes, a tall thin figure appeared. Another black-cloaked figure appeared within seconds beside the first. Hidden in the secrecy of the night, Albus swiftly used the Put-Outer to extinguish all the street lamps.
Two minutes later, they were at the doorstep of the Dursleys, facing a very disgruntled Vernon Dursley.
"We would like to see Harry please," Albus requested politely.
"What do you want to see him for? Don't you see enough of him at that freak school?" Came the retort.
Severus snarled. Pushing the beefy man away, he strode across the living room. He was halfway up the stairs with Albus on his heels when Petunia stopped him.
"You can save the effort. The boy's in hospital. Stupid boy tried to slash his wrists three days ago."
Albus and Severus halted in their footsteps. Albus' face was pale.
"I found him only yesterday, having heard no noise from him for two days. He was hardly breathing when I found him. Dudley had such a fright when he saw. Guess who has to pay the hospital bills…" Petunia continued, the last sentence said only under her breath.
The two wizards hardly heard and were out the door within seconds.
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In the hospital room, Harry lay unconscious on the hard bed. Tubes snaked from his arms, and a breathing tube was attached to his nose. Thick bandages swathed both his wrists. His face was deathly pale, making his scar stand out more than ever.
He never heard nor saw the two figures apparating into the room.
"This looks bad, Albus."
"Yes, the doctor I talked to said that he was barely alive when he entered the hospital. He is currently extremely weak. We need to get him back to Hogwarts, immediately. He is not safe here. Voldemort could strike when he is weak. That would mean a great loss for the entire wizarding world."
In three quick strides, Albus reached Harry's bedside and ripped out all the tubes. Harry gasped for air, coughing and spluttering. Whipping out his wand, Severus quickly muttered a spell to clear Harry's airways.
"Deep breaths, Harry, deep breaths, yes, that's it. Good boy," Albus murmured softly in the unconscious boy's ear. Harry's face soon relaxed, as though hearing the comforting words.
Within minutes, they arrived at the gates of the ancient castle.
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"Oh my god, what happened?" Poppy exclaimed the minute she saw Harry's limp figure in Albus' arms.
"Foolish boy tried to slash his wrists, probably depressed over Black," Severus said shortly.
Soon, Harry was laid down comfortably in a bed, wounds healed by Poppy's amazing spells.