The next morning, Harry woke up and instinctively looked next to him and expected to find Ginny, but she wasn't next to him. He suddenly sat up and looked around for her, however he quickly remembered that she was going to the Library that morning with Hermione and he was supposed to meet Ron in about half and hour. Harry got up out of his bed and he suddenly felt dizzy and his head hurt. He had a strange stinging sensation all over his skin. He had to sit back down on his bed and take a few deep breaths.
Harry often got injured, but he rarely got sick. He still felt weird but after a few minutes, he got up and got dressed.
As soon as he was done, he walked to the Gryffindor common room to collect his broom and meet Ron. The whole time he was walking there, his head was pounding and Harry got a weird feeling in his stomach. Once he got to the portrait hole, he muttered the password under his breath and it swung open. As he walked in, Harry thought to himself that maybe flying in his condition wasn't the best idea, but he had promised Ron. It had been a long time since they had spent time together and Harry had missed it. However, Harry found that me missed Ginny greatly, probably more than he should be.
He spotted Ron sat by the fireplace with both of their brooms, waiting for him. Harry walked over to him and tried to muster up the best smile he could.
"Alright mate? You look little pale. You still up for flying?" Ron asked
"Of course I'am. I've never felt better." Harry was lying through his teeth and he felt bad for it.
"Well, if you say so." Ron shrugged as they made their way out of the busy common room.
Harry couldn't help but notice some of the looks he was being given by some of his classmates. He guessed that it was because he had been in the Hospital Wing so long and had only been to the Great Hall a few times, so he thought little of it. It wasn't anything unusual to Harry to have people staring at him, being 'The Boy Who Lived' and all.
He and Ron chatted together as they made their way to the Quidditch Pitch. Harry was finding it difficult to keep the conversation going as his headache was only getting worse and his dizziness was too.
"Alright, I'm going to go in goal and you try to get the quaffle past me" said Ron
"Alright mate, mind you I'm not the best chaser, so take it easy on me." Harry said as he kicked off the ground and glided through the air.
After a while of playing, Harry only felt worse.
"Bloody hell Harry! And you said you went the best Chaser. I think its you who has to take it easy on me!" laughed Ron, who was trying to catch his breath.
Harry wasn't really listening to what he was saying, as he was beginning to loose consciousness.
"Harry are you alri-" Harry didn't hear the rest as he felt himself loose his balance as he fell off his broom and slipped into darkness.
TO BE CONTINUED...
