At one point McGonagall came in to untie Harry and looked over as him as the food that was sent up wasn't eaten. It seemed that Harry had went in a food-strike to make a point of how he didn't want to stay there, but McGonagall told him that no matter what, they would not release him until they deemed it was safe. Not even if the Ministry itself would come knocking on their doors.

The only worry about the current situation along side the threat of the Ministry finding out where Harry was, and Harry simply not recovering, was that the semester was about to start off again in two weeks after the winter holidays and the pupils were to come back. Of course there were a few pupils there at the moment as well, because they didn't want to go home or the like, but they didn't worry the staff too much, because they usually stayed in their common rooms.

"Harry, there's no use to bugger around now. There's a lot to be discussed about and I rather have you not be starved to death before we're done", McGonagall ushered him and pushed the plate of porridge closer towards him. "Well, I rather not, Professor. I have nothing against you but you're making that fact change the longer you stand beside that old fool. Do you not know him at all?" Harry said as he pushed the plate sharply back to where it was.

"Oh, I know Dumbledore very well and that is exactly why I stand beside him. Maybe it's you Harry who needs to figure out how things really are in reality", McGonagall told him sternly and picked the tray up with her as she stood up clearly done with the conversation. She tied Harry back to the bed and overlooked his the plentiful glares he was giving her.

"You rest here now. Perhaps your friends will come to see you tomorrow if you behave well", she said and went to leave the room. "They are NOT my friends anymore! You can tell them to just bloody fuck off!" Harry shouted to her as she was about to close the doors. "Good night, Harry", she simply said and left him in the darkness.

Hermione slipped into the room Ron just behind her and they slowly walked closer to the bed careful not to wake Harry who still looked to be sleeping.

"Are you sure about this, Hermione? We're going to wake him up!" he said worriedly. "Yes if you won't shut up", Hermione said right back and carefully started pulling Harry's jumper sleeve upwards. A clean bandage was visible now and Hermione started to unravel it as well. The cuts were still red, but healing quickly. "Give me the vial", Hermione told Ron and thrust her hand out. Ron put the small potion bottle in her hand that was filled with deep purple looking potion.

Hermione opened it and dropped a few drops of the liquid on Harry's cuts. She gently maneuvered it on the skin with a little cotton-ball so it got into the bloodier bits. "Alright", she said when it was done and gave the vial back to Ron and started to put the bandages back on. But just as she had got it back together Harry stirred awake. He immediately locked his eyes with Hermione who looked dazzled to say at least. Looking like she was a kid who had caught her hand in the cookie jar. Expect it was Harry's arm this time.

"What are you doing?" he spat at them and tried to pull his hand away from Hermione, but couldn't really do that because of the ties. "Nothing, nothing!", Hermione said and stood up backing up from the bed with Ron.

She knew that it wasn't allowed to take her wand with her to this room, but this time it wasn't in Ron's pocket for Harry to snatch so she deemed it was fine if they were careful enough.

She pointed her wand at Harry and mumbled in Latin: "Show yourself."

Harry soon started to trash against the ties properly. He tilted his head back and let out a horrid scream erupt from his throat. His back arched and legs cramped but as soon as it had started it also ended and he laid flat against the red sheets of the bed.

The two got closer to him. When they were beside him on either side of the bed, he opened his eyes. They weren't bright moss green anymore. They were red.