First of all, I'm sorry for the wait, second of all, Happy late Canada day!
Chapter 7.
Consciousness came back to Harry slowly, he felt as though he were floating, comfortable but someone, or someone's kept on disturbing him with whispers, that floated on the air like little feathers, whispering from the skies.
"He's been out for 2 days now, will he be alright?" a female voice came through.
"Yes dear, the potion had some side effects, it is the draught of peace, the poor boy probably hasn't had much peace for a while now." an older female voice replied.
"I feel like it's all my fault" a male voice whispered softly. Neville! Harry realized, he sat up abruptly, and opened his eyes, then blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes, poor as they were to the light. Three fuzzy shapes materialized around him as he adjusted to his new position in his cot.
"Oh Harry, you're alright! We were so worried!" Hermione, the smaller blob told him in such an anxious voice that Harry laughed slightly.
"I'm fine Hermione, but where are my glasses?" He could see Hermione tripping over herself to get to his bedside table.
"Oh! Their right here, we figured it would be more comfortable for you to sleep without them on." Hermione pushed Harry's rather old and banged up wire rimmed glasses onto his face. Harry blinked a few more times before everything came into better focus. There was Madam Pomfrey, Hermione, and Neville all standing around him.
"Have I missed much class?" Harry asked, Hermione smiled slightly.
"Yes, but don't worry, Ron, Neville and I took notes for you. Oh Harry! I was so worried!" Harry grinned his thanks to them.
"Thanks! Where is Ron though?" Hermione's smile turned exasperated.
"He was hungry" Harry laughed again. His best mate was loyal, but food was far more important than waiting sentinel at his bedside. Neville walked up beside him.
"How are you feeling Harry?" The blond boy asked worriedly. Harry took a moment to analyze himself. He felt better than he had since, well since before the third task last year. Summer with the Dursleys was never good, but this year had ended up being far worse because Aunt Petunia blamed him for the dementor attack on Dudley.
"I feel good. Really good. Madam Pomfrey fixed me right up." Speaking of the woman, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a tray of food and placed it in front of Harry.
"Eat Mr. Potter, If all goes well, we can have you out before the end of dinner." Harry grinned up at the Matron, cheekily.
"Don't you enjoy my company though Madam Pomfrey?" She scowled at him.
"Not when I need to take care of you, young man. Now eat." Harry did as he was told and attacked his food with such fervour that Harry realized he hadn't eaten for days, including the time he was knocked out. Hermione and Neville watched Harry eat with a fascinated horror, Harry assumed (and correctly too) that he probably looked a bit like Ron while he was eating, and slowed down.
"Did anything interesting happen while I was out?" Harry asked after swallowing a mouthful of food. Hermione launched into a spiel about classes, S.P.E.W, and Umbridge. Neville talked about herbology, quidditch (although this was mostly for Harry's benefit, as Neville had never taken much interest in the matter itself), and Malfoy's curious subdued behavior from the last few days. Harry listened absentmindedly while eating his food. He wondered what was wrong with Malfoy though….
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