Yo, sorry about the shortness and stuffsies. Review or whatever. Theres another question at the bottom. Have a ball.
Cool hands cradled his ankle, tenderly inspecting the swollen area and gingerly lifting it into the light. Harry looked up at Daphne, her face pulled in concentration, and there was a pull in his stomach. It ached and twisted, knifes stuck in his gut and leaking blood, spreading warmth throughout his fingers touched just above his ankle and Harry shivered.
"Harry," asked Daphne, her face leaning in closer, "are you cold?" He shook his head. Daphne frowned, but looked to Blaise instead of pressing the issue. "We need to get him to the infirmary."
Blaise nodded and crouched low to the ground. With greater force than would be expected of someone of her body size Daphne heaved Harry onto his back. Blaise stood slowly and started walking.
A grumble echoed in the hallway. It was loud and gurgling, Wednesday covered her stomach and flushed a bit even though no one was there to see it. She had gotten lost in the labyrinth who knows how long ago searching for Harry. Cobwebs were thick now and she hadn't even heard the murmur of a portrait since at least 15 corners back. Her lips were worried and bleeding slightly from the anxiety of losing her brother.
A draft swept through the corridor, fresh and cold and beautifully clear. It spread against Wednesday's face in blasts and she smiled softly into the breeze. Her eyes shuddered close with a gasp as she stepped across the flooring and about the corner; they opened a moment later to the sound of crumbling stone. She opened her eyes and watched as the world fell away.
The stone pathway she had been walking on had been a veranda of some sorts once upon a time, peaking out from the castle and looking over the Forbidden Forest. It's railings were carved and intricate, twisting and swirling, until they came to a sudden stop where the veranda had been crumbled by time. Wednesday stood at the edge of it, looking about the castle. This part of it was isolated, far to her right she could faintly see a light but otherwise the face of the castle was bleak and quiet. She shivered in the wind and huffed into the sky. Turning back with a measured swish of her robes, she walked back along the passageway. Except there was no doorway anymore.
Instead there was a staircase, looming tall above her and scraping the sky. This tower rose above even the astronomy tower in height, dark and grey and giving off an eerie feel as its small diameter rose up in a grave spiral. Wednesday smiled, and climbed the steps two at a time.
The hospital wing was cold. Harry shivered at the touch of the cool hands of the lady nurse.
"Are you feeling any better dearie?" she asked. Her voice was soft honey and eyes a warm blue. She held his ankle with gentle love and so, naturally, Harry hated her. She was so unwelcoming, he wondered why she chose to be a nurse. Didn't she creep people out? His mother would have a hissy fit at the lack of comfort this environment provided.
"He's mute, Madame Pomfrey." came the voice of Blaise, and Harry realized that he'd been blankly staring at the medi-witch for at least a good minute.
The witch looked slightly taken aback, staring from Blaise to Harry and back to Blaise before cooing softly and reaching out to cup Harry's cheek. "Oh you poor dear," she uttered quietly and with a good deal of sympathy. Harry warily watched her hand, feeling a twitch in his toes and figiting awkwardly at the unfamiliar person. He looked to Daphne, she was sitting and looking over to him from behind her book, just watching; then he looked to Blaise who was idly watching him as well, feet propped up on Daphne. Harry wanted to whimper, there was a lady touching him and he didn't know what to do. Neither of the two by his bedside were doing a thing, Harry had a strained feeling in his gut, almost like he was about to puke.
He didn't though, the moment was interrupted by the door banging and a noisy file into the room.
"MADAM POMFREY," came a boom, "MADAME POMFREY PLEASE, IT'S AN EMERGENCY."
The woman stood with a jerk and Harry was relieved when her hands were off him, Harry looked up to a wizened white beard and anguished face. There were spots of red splattered on his face and bright, moon covered robes. Harry knew it to be blood, the tang in his nose telltale.
"Professor Dumbledore...?" she asked hesitantly, Snape appeared from behind the man, arms outstretched.
Daphne gave a whisper, "My lord." Blaise had pulled his legs to him and was now staring openly at the bundle levitating a foot from them. Harry strained to see, but he was still in bed and had an obstructed view.
"What-what happened?" said Daphne, but none of the teachers even looked at her. Snape only moved and put the bundle on the bed next to Harry.
Harry immediately wished he hadn't seen what was in the bundle.
Next question for you guys: What tower did Wednesday find?