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Chapter 10

Harold spent the next four or five days in what felt like a large cardboard box marked 'pain, exhaustion and downright agony with only occasional bursts off consciousness.' Unfortunately, every time he woke up he was being force-fed a potion that tasted disgustingly like mushy peas, vinegar and soap, which did not exactly encourage him to come round. When he woke up enough to actually take in some of his surroundings he noticed that there was a short plump which, sitting in a rocking chair, half asleep whilst knitting what looked like a neon green bungee jumping harness, and muttering something about how term had only started that day and there was already a bludger injury, a hippogriff wound and that was on top of 'that old git in the corner there who was trying to do crazy tricks to show off, and too bad that Miss Granger was there to stop him from getting killed.'

"Honestly, they should be paying me overtime, underpaid and understaffed, that's what this hospital wing is. People these days just don't care about proper hygiene. It's a small wonder that we don't all die soon of some unknown disease soon. It'll be the ministries fault if we do, that's for sure." She jumped suddenly as she noticed that Harold was awake, watching her, and could hear every word she was saying (supposedly) to her self. She then tried to make herself look busy, but, unfortunately for Harold, this involved going to get some more of the absolutely minging (I hope that word isn't to much of a local one) potion. She sighed as she tipped it down his protesting throat.

"Will you cut it out!" She exclaimed as he spluttered it all over the sheets. "Its not my fault that you went and fell of your broom trying to impress the women! Now get back to sleep!"

"What?" moaned Harold. "I didn't know anyone was there!"

"Well that was even more stupid of you! Why, in the name of Merlin's hippogriffs tank top, were you attempting to ride on your own? You are such a fool! If I wouldn't loose my job for doing it I would…"

Harold, quite sensibly, decided to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep wouldn't come, so he decided to pretend unconsciousness to stop her shouting at him.

It didn't work.

"I can tell you're still awake! Don't you think, that after 60 years in my profession, I would be able to tell if someone is faking it?"

"Well." Retorted Harold. "Have you ever stopped to think about why people pretend to sleep?" The nurse remained silent. "Thought not." He said as he relaxed against the pillows of his bed, closed his eyes, and was carried off yet even deeper into the silent realms of his snoozing world.

The next time he awoke, he had much pleasanter company than before. He awoke to find that Harry had come to visit him, accompanied by Hermione and Ron.

"Am I glad to see you're awake!" Exclaimed Harry. "Flipping 'eck, what on earth were you doing out there? Hermione said that you fell at least 150 ft! Why aren't you dead?"

"Errrrm, Dunno. I can't exactly remember it. All I remember was kicking off a little bit hard, then, well, kinda, falling off?" Harold was feeling more that a little uncomfortable, and it wasn't only because of the 6 cracked ribs, a replaced hip, a skull that had been glued back together again, a broken neck and multiple breaks in each of his limbs. It was just as well he had come off with the magical community so close at hand!

"Yeah, that's more or less what Hermione told us." Said Ron. "She said that after you fell she did that 'decelarandum' spell, then you, like, slowed down so that why you didn't die, then she called for help using her patronus, then you came here and until now, you just, like, slept."

Harold was grateful for Ron's rough explanation for the events, as he had no idea abut what had been going on. In fact, he still didn't.

"What's been happening then? Apparently the Easter term has just began, that's what that grumpy old which who was in here before said."

"Yes." Answered Hermione. "Which, I hear was excitement enough for little Harry here."

"Oh shut up about that will you!" Retorted Harry, going red in the face.

"What happened then?" Asked Harold eagerly.

"Nothing! Nothing! Don't worry, you know Hermione, always full of hot air…"

"Well, you know how childish these little 1st years can get sometimes, don't you?"

"Hermione! I forbid you to tell him! I'll hex you I swear!"

"Well." She continued, as she straightened her robes. "One decided to visit his room when he was pigging out in the Great Hall."

"Hermione! You continue and I really will transfigure you into a yak!"

"And then, he looked into Harry here's underwear drawer."

"Hermione! I warn you my wand is coming out!"

"Yeah, I can tell, your flies undone." Sniggered Ron. Harry blushed still harder. (A/N- Sorry, dirty mind!)

"Then, they took out a pair of boxers, made sure they were easily recognisable as his, because they were decorated with his beaming face, accompanied by his motto, 'Who needs a broomstick when you can ride the seeker', proceeded to hang them on the schools flagpole whilst the rest of the school gathered round, singing the school song!" finished Hermione quickly, before running for it, closely followed by Harry, who tried to turn her into a penguin. Unfortunately for him, the spell missed, hit a wall, bounced off, and hit a very irate nurse who looked all the better for having flippers and feathers. This was, however, good for Harold, as laughter has always been the best form of medicine, even in the magical world, and the result was that the next week, Harold was free to leave the hospital wing.