Disclaimer:Oh what it would be like to own Harry Potter........but I don't....so there.
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Chapter Seven
"You lot will worry about your material things." Madam Pomfrey scolded. Harry was looking in the mirror, shirtless. He thought nothing had hit him but how very wrong was he?
His whole torso looked as though he had been trampled on by a hundred hippogriffs. There were cuts and black bruises all over. Harry was totally confused.
"I didn't think they had hit me with anything. I didn't feel a thing." Harry carried on looking at the mirror.
"Potter, get on that bed right now so I can mend those bones." Madam Pomfrey was not one to argue with so he walked straight to the bed and lay on it. Madam Pomfrey started bustling around a trolley with all sorts of medicines on it, by the hospital wing entrance.
"How could you not feel anything, Harry?" Hermione asked as she settled into a chair by his bed.
"I don't know. I'm not even sure what they were throwing at me."
"Potter, this is the doing of a bone breaker curse." Madam Pomfrey told him matter-of-factly. She put something down then turned around and headed towards Harry.
"Since when do those exist?" Harry asked confused. He could tell by the look Hermione's face that she was just as confused.
"Drink this." She pushed a cup of something blue into his hand. Sitting up he took it in one gulp. It annoyingly tickled his throat as it went down making him want to cough. Madam Pomfrey snatched the cup off him and bustled back to the trolley.
"What was that?" Harry asked between forced coughs to stop the tickling.
"Bruise healing potion. Stop coughing, you'll agitate yourself even more." She came back with two more cups of potions. She placed them on the bedside cabinet and pulled her wand out from her apron. "Lie flat, Potter." As he lay down she pointed her wand at his bare, battered torso and muttered an incantation. Harry's chest felt tingly and then instantly felt lighter than it had in a couple of hours. "There, the bruises should be gone by morning. But in the meantime, drink these." She picked the cups up and gave him the purple one.
"What's this?" He asked looking at quizzically.
"Internal healing potion. We don't know how damaged you are inside."
"But I feel much better now that you have healed my ribs."
"Drink, Potter." She growled. Harry gulped it in one. After the seven years in this school, he knew never to sip. He had barely taken the cup away from his lips when she snatched it off him and pushed the next one into his hand.
"What's this one?"
"Dreamless sleep potion." She was clearly getting aggravated by his constant questions.
"Why do I need this one?"
"Because you need to be still while the other two potions take affect. Miss Granger and I will be going to see Professor McGonagall." Harry was about to say something but she stopped him. "You can speak to her in the morning. She knows you are here, safe and well, but she is extremely busy at the moment. Now drink." Harry drank the potion and felt himself instantly fall into a deep sleep as he finished it.
