A/N - So, now we're really getting into it :) John is lying in the Hospital Wing, feeling kinda miserable and confused. This is a filler chapter but I assure you that it won't be that boring, I promise :P Please review, favourite and follow. Thanks for all the support you guys are giving already :)

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Chapter 10 - John

John's eyes opened slowly. Everything was out of focus but he soon realised where he was. There was a banging pain in his head, so he decided to stay still. He tried to lift his left arm to touch his head, but he felt a sharp pain there as well.

His right arm didn't hurt when he moved it, but his ribs did. Many parts of his body hurt. When he moved his legs they hurt, but not like his arm or head. He basically concluded that is was best not to move at all.

Madame Pomfrey had noticed that he had woken up, and came over to his assistance. She helped him sit up a little so he was more comfortable. She reported his status, telling him that he had broken his left arm, two ribs in his left side and had a blow to the left side of his head which gave him concussion.

In words it didn't seem to bad, but the fact that it hurt every time he moved made it bad to John. He was made to drink something that would ease the pain a little.

"Now, I'll need your permission, but I can fix those breaks quickly. I would have done it earlier, but I need your consent. Is it okay?"

John nodded quickly, later regretting it as his head hurt. He was happy that some of his pain would go away.

Madame Pomfrey got out her wand, and after muttering a couple of incantations, fixed his arm and ribs. He certainly felt it each time, because there was a short burst of pain and a snap. After that though, he was fine again.

"Okay, so now the only thing you'll have to worry about is your head," she said after the procedure. "I'll have to keep you for a couple of days, because I can't let you out with that concussion. You're allowed visitors though."

"Okay, just one more thing. I forgot to ask earlier. How long was I out?" John asked.

"Only a few hours. The last lesson finished about ten minutes ago."

"Alright, thanks."

"No problem."

John scratched the back of his head and noticed his bag was on the chair beside his bed. There was a note at the top of it. It said:

Hey John,

You may be alone when you wake up, so I thought I'd write a note to cheer you up.

McGonagall's going to go and look for Saxon and I hope he pays dearly for what he did. He legged it as soon as you fell down those stairs. He's completely mad, I have no idea what he was on about back there. Nothing's your fault, you'll be okay.

I'll come and visit after lessons finish. I'll try and bring some chocolate.

See you soon,

Clara.

He finished reading the note with a smile. He put it down on the bedside table and then dragged his bag onto his lap. He searched around in it, before taking out a copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages" that his mum had sent him when he told her that he'd expressed an interest in Quidditch. He had told her that he wanted to try out for the Ravenclaw team when he got to his second year.

He had read a few pages before the door to the Hospital Wing opened, and Clara, Hermione and Neville came in. They all cheered when they saw that John was awake, causing Madame Pomfrey to shush them. They all apologised and then came to John's bed.

"How are you?" Clara asked, moving his bag and sitting on the chair. The others pulled up their own chairs.

"Oh, you know. A little concussed but unbroken." He waved his arms in the air.

They all laughed, then Hermione went all serious. "What that boy did was unacceptable, John. He could get expelled for it," she said.

"Well, I hope he does. He deserves it," John said, feeling no sorrow for Saxon.

"Me too," Neville said. "I don't want to meet him in the corridor any time soon."

"So what was he on about? Who is he?" Clara asked.

"I have no clue. He makes out that I know him, but I've never seen or heard of him in my life," John said. They all sat in silence for a second until John thought of something. "I know, I'll write to my mum. She might know who he is."

"That's a good idea. Maybe they were friends at school," Neville said.

"More like enemies," Hermione added.

Neville nodded, realising that Hermione's suggestion was more likely. John picked up his bag, got out some parchment and a quill and started writing. They all watched and suggested things for him to write. In the end, the short letter ended up saying:

Hey mum,

This is quite urgent. You may know already what happened to me, but that doesn't matter. Don't worry yourself, I'm fine. I need to ask you something.

There was this boy called Harry Saxon who attacked me in the corridor. Do you have any idea who he might be? He said that I should know who he is.

Can you reply as soon as you can.

John.

John rolled up the piece of parchment and handed it to Clara. "Can you take this to the Owlery for me and send it to my mum with a random owl?"

"Yes, of course." Clara said, taking the scroll and putting it in the pocket of her robes.

The three guests stayed in the Hospital Wing with John until Madame Pomfrey kicked them out, telling them that he needed rest. John really wasn't in the mood to sleep, so he lied in his bed, thinking. He had no idea what was going on, but as soon as he was out of the Hospital Wing, he was going to find out.