There was white - Harry could see it through his eyelids - a harsh light that seemed to grow brighter every minute that he lay still. He tried moving onto his side without opening his eyes but a sharp pain there ended any present and future attempts to roll over.

Deciding he might as well see where he was he opened an eye and blinked quickly to get used to the bright light that was flooding the room he was in. His glasses sat on the bedside table next to him, he reached out from the cocoon of blanket surrounding him and put them on.

He sat up quickly and regretted it almost instantly as not only his side lit up in pain; but also his eyesight exploded into millions of colours. "Mr Potter lie back down this instant!" Madam Pomfrey was at his side in a matter of seconds and she helped ease him back into the lying position he had woke up in. She propped his top half up with cushions so he could see something other than the ceiling; all the while chiding him for being to risk taking though the tone of her voice was kind and caring. "I hope you have had enough midnight wanderings now Mr Potter."

He winced and she looked at him critically "You'll be wanting this." She handed him a lime green bottle of potion. Which he swallowed in a matter of seconds though he almost spat it out as soon as it was in his mouth.

"Ahh!" he complained after swallowing the rest of the foul concoction.

"You should take better care of yourself Mr Potter; that way you wouldn't have to suffer through the heavy pain medication that you need at the moment." Madam Pomfrey lectured as Harry downed a glass of water that she handed him. After his third glass of water Harry looked up to Madam Pomfrey putting her wand on the bedside table, next to his.

He gave her a pointed look "I have to check on the wound - there is a possibility that you might not have contracted the condition." Harry looked at her in shock.

"What do you mean?"

"In some cases, Mr Potter, there isn't enough toxin in the bite to give the victim the condition," she made Harry sit up straight in the bed and continued when Harry gave her a disbelieving look "This can be caused by weakness or mutation in the werewolf who inflicted the bite."

"So I might not be a werewolf?" Harry asked.

"There is a tiny possibility of that, yes," Madam Pomfery started taking off the bandages from Harry's shoulder "Werewolf bites, no matter what the toxin levels are, cannot be healed by magic influence so I'm afraid that you are going to have to get used to the pain."

In a few minutes the bandages were off and Madam Pomfrey was inspecting the wound with intense concentration, prodding it in some places and in others she just moved her hand over the wound which caused Harry to flinch away slightly until she gave him a glare and he, slowly, moved back to where she was. Five minutes later Madam Pomfrey replaced the bandages and started casting (what seemed to be diagnostic) spells on Harry. She nodded as if they were telling her something important. "Well Potter," she said "It will take about twenty minutes for those spells to come to fruit, as the muggles say, so I will tell the headmaster that he can come in."

"Dumbledore's here?" Harry asked, so surprised that the headmaster was there that he accidentally tried to sit further forwards, stretched the wound and let out a surprised cry of pain. Madam Pomfery helped him back into the pillows ("Honestly Potter!") and went to the doors of the hospital wing and stuck her head around the door.

She said something to the person/people outside the hospital wing which was muffled by the door. Before long the door opened a fraction more and Harry caught sight of not only Dumbledore's silvery white beard but also of Ron's ginger hair and half of Hermione's face (which was half masked by Madam Pomfery). Harry even thought he saw a glimpse of Remus' patched clothing before the door closed and Madam Pomfery came back over to Harry's bedside.

"Professor Dumbledore is wondering if you would mind Mr Lupin being present when the results are given."

Harry quickly nodded to the request and Remus and the headmaster were both shown into the hospital wing. Remus looked tired, had large bags around his eyes and a limp. Harry felt a pang of guilt for forcing Remus to come out so soon after a full moon. Not seeming to care about the limp, Remus broke into a run to get to the side of Harry's bed. "Are you feeling okay Cub? Do you need more pillows? More-"

"Remus I'm fine!"

"Other than the huge chunk that the werewolf took out of your shoulder?" The question was joking, Remus was not.

"Yes, apart from that." Harry and Remus sat in silence for a minute longer and watched Madam Pomfery and Professor Dumbledore talk until "Remus, how long have I been here in the hospital wing?"

Remus jumped slightly and looked at Harry smiling slightly "I wondered when you were going to ask that? You've been here for three days and two nights. It's about 4pm now."

"And how did I-" Harry trailed off.

"Get here?" Remus dropped the smile.

"Yes, that."

"Hagrid bought you here, he came here as soon as the werewolf had been fended off by Fang and (unofficially of cause) a few well timed stunners on Hagrid's part. Then he ran here and woke Poppy up without letting you go (or so I am told) until she let him help her, he thought that she would take too long on her own to get you stable - panic does bring you the more protective side to us all," Remus took in a deep breath "By the time they had you stable Harry, they had woken Dumbledore (and a good number of the other Professors in the process), the full moon had gone down.

Dumbledore came and healed me enough so that I could make the journey here. I think he thought that you might do with some...moral support."

Harry took a moment and thought about things, he suddenly looked up, shocked "But what about the werewolf that bit me? What happened to it after it got away from Hagrid's hut?"

Remus squinted as the winter sun came low enough over the lake to light up the hospital wing through the window nearest Harry "There was a search for the werewolf conducted as soon as the other Professors were roused enough in the morning to go out and look for a person (other than myself of cause) who showed signs of being in a battle that night."

"Did they find them?"

"Unfortunately no, but they did track the signature to one of the borders of the castle. It seems that when Dumbledore came to get me that morning, they used the opportunity to get out of the boundaries and into Hogsmede," Remus looked at Harry "They didn't catch him Harry, I'm sorry."

Harry was about to tell Remus that it wasn't his fault, when Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey came over to the bedside. "Harry my boy," Dumbledore said "I hope you realise that the results of this test - whether positive or negative - does not effect your stay at Hogwarts. I would be more than happy for you to be a student here until you finish up next year and (dependant on your NEWT scores of cause) I am sure that we as a staff could pool our resources to get you a job."

Harry stopped, of cause, being a werewolf was almost as bad as being a muggle in the eyes of most of wizarding society. He hadn't thought about that. This test could decide the rest of the standard of his living, for the rest of his life. Forever. He looked at the headmaster, who was looking at him sans the normal sparkle of his eyes behind his half moon glasses. He unstuck his tongue "Thank you Sir."

"You're very welcome Harry, though I think you might want to save all of your dooming thoughts - the thoughts that you are no doubt having - until you are sure of the results of the test. And remember; there are worse things than being a werewolf. I have often thought that being a muggle servant would be the worst thing in the world. Doing all the hard work and then getting none of the thanks for it."

"Right Sir."

"Anyway, Madam Pomfrey. If you would."

The matron moved her wand over the bandages on Harry's shoulder "Mr Potter, the spell that I am doing now might sting a little bit but I assure you that it will be over almost before it's begun." Her words were then followed by a sharp sensation making it's way though the site of the wound, down his arm and into his hand. It was a sharp pain thar caused Harry to grab onto the nearest thing (which happened to be Remus' arm) in pain. Madam Pomfrey moved his hand onto a piece of parchment that she summoned from her office.

"Now Mr Potter, this part is the part where we find out if you have enough toxin in your blood to turn you. I will place your hand on this parchment it will give most of the diagnostic information about what's going on inside your body at the moment."

She did this and, after a minute of intense suspense, words started to appear on the parchment:

Harry James Potter
Male
16 year and 5 months

Curse Scar
No impact on health at the moment

Other Scars
No impact in health

Varying Scratches
Mixture of healing and healed

Werewolf Bite
Toxin levels 47%
Non - Lethal
Magic resistant
Toxin in bite not enough to cause transformation at present levels.

Harry looked at the parchment in disbelieve, it was all going to be okay. Nothing was going to happen and he was going to be okay. No transformation, nothing. His grip on Remus lessened as he felt the man go slack. "See Harry," Dumbledore said "Nothing to worry about. I'll still need to talk to you before you are discharged but I think the rest of the school would feel left out if I do not join them this morning at the feast." The old man smiled, nodded to both Remus (who was still looking at the parchment on Harry's lap in disbelief) and Madam Pomfery (who was already tidying up the side of Harry's bed), and left the Hospital Wing.

"What does it mean with the 47% Madam Pomfery?" Remus asked curiously. Harry paid attention but tried to settle down on his own causing pain to rise up his shoulder. Remus jumped to his side "Careful there Harry."

"The 47% is the amount of toxin that is in the blood stream. If the toxin levels were anything above around 50% then it would continue to rise until the person is a full werewolf. This takes about a week after the initial infection," She came back to the side of Harry's bed and placed there an assortment of sweets "From your friends and admirers Potter. In Mr Potter's case, this time after the infection would have made the toxins react and he should have reached the peak of the toxin levels in him."

Harry realised something and asked "Madam Pomfery, now that I've got the toxins in my blood, will I change slightly? Will anything happen to me?"

Madam Pomfery stood up straight "You might get a bit tired around the time of the full moon, want to eat meat a little bit rawer, features slightly change. Anything of that sort. But it is highly unlikely that you will get more than one of those symptoms."

Remus patted Harry on his uninjured shoulder "I better get going. I think Madam Pomfery might let your friends in to see you in a minute - there is a risk that if she doesn't they might knock down the door in order to get to you. Have a good one Harry," just as he was about to leave Remus caught sight of Harry's face, sad and already slightly bored "Tell you what, I'll sneak you in some books from the black family library on Defence Against the Dark Arts so you don't get board."

Harry's face split into a grin "Thanks Remus."

Remus left and Madam Pomfery looked at Harry critically "You are not to exhaust yourself Potter; else I'll keep you here for a week."

"Yes Madam Pomfery," Harry responded, looking hopefully at the door to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfery gave a small sigh and went out of the doors for a minute. She talked to the people behind the door ("No more than four at a time!") and came back in with a rather worried looking four. Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs Weasley came hurrying into the room.

"Harry!"

Yes *coughs nervously* there is actually a plot line I have decided on and I'm back! And (shock horror) the next chapter is written! I'm on a roll - writing with a plot is more fun than I thought it would be.

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