Chapter Eleven: The Evil Beyond Voldemort, who up to this point had been the primary antagonist

Harry found himself awake in the hospital wing. After discovering that he was indeed Harry and that the hospital wing still looked like the wing of a hospital, he fell asleep.

He woke up later, still torn by thoughts of Dudley and how dead he was, when Madam Pomfrey teleported in front of him.

"Hello Harry!" Pomfrey hissed cheerily.

"Hello Madam Pomfrey," Harry said woozily, as he was still tired from sleeping. "What am I doing in the Hospital Wing?"

"It's just the hospital wing, Harry; you don't need to capitalize it."

"What?" Harry asked.

"You suffered a great shock when Dudley died and because of that shock you fainted."

"How hard did I faint?" Harry asked, feeling the numerous broken arms he had.

"Extremely hard. You've been here for 14 hours and 9 days."

Harry nodded slowly, noting that Pomfrey had blazing red eyes. She probably hadn't gotten enough sleep lately.

"Where are all my friends?" Harry asked.

"You sure ask a lot of questions," Madam Pomfrey said. "That's four in a row."

"What?"

"Now five! You don't even wait to hear the answer before you start asking another question."

As Pomfrey told this to Harry, he noticed that Madam Pomfrey was rather tall, approximately seven feet high and built like the Whomping Willow. He hadn't noticed that immediately because he was trying to figure out why her 2-inch long fangs and forked tongue were bothering him. Maybe she had been working out a lot recently?

"We're right here Harry!" Hermione said, as she and Ron, Harry's only two friends, popped out from under his bed. "We were staying here until you woke up!"

"I still don't feel that it was entirely appropriate to have the two of you stay under the bed," Madam Pomfrey snarled.

"We are only eleven!" Ron said. "I still think girls are gross!"

"As do I!" Hermione said, smiling widely at Madam Pomfrey.

"Hmph. Well, I have to give Mr. Potter here his poison, so just toddle on off."

Madam Pomfrey pulled out a steaming green flask that looked like ground up fish mixed with acid and death.

"Wait, what did you say that was?" Harry asked, worried as Madam Pomfrey moved the flask extremely slowly towards his head-face.

"I think she said it was a potion, mate," Ron said

"Yes, that is what I heard as well!" Hermione said brightly as Madam Pomfrey inched the flask towards Harry like a bumble-bee attempting to slide through molasses as a mosquito covered in amber drips on the bee, while a large fan blows at its fourth highest setting at the insects. For dramatic effect.

"Oh, well if that's what you heard," Harry said nervously as the pot(s)ion burned through the flask and splattered on the floor, where it immediately proceeded to eat through the magically reinforced stone.

"Wizard curse!" Madam Pomfrey said, "I knew I should have used stronger magic on that flask!"

"Madam Pomfrey! I can't believe you just said Wizard curse! There are children present!
Hermione said, quite affronted and speaking in her best annoying voice.

"Hiss!" Madam Pomfrey hissed.

"Are you feeling okay?" Harry asked. "Because you look terrifying."

"That does it! No more elaborate plots, you die here!" Madam Pomfrey said, yanking out her wand and aiming at Harry.

Unfortunately for Madam Pomfrey, her massive hand knocked over Harry's bed and it tumbled over on its side, acting as a shield, protecting him from her soon-coming spell. At least it would protect him if the spell was incapable of going through a hospital bed. And this spell, that she was about to cast, was incapable of going through a hospital bed. Additionally, while this was unfortunate for Pomfrey, it was quite fortunate for Harry, so it's important to keep in mind that while life is unfair, sometimes it is unfair in your favor. Or in this case, Harry's favor.

"Deprecor!" Pomfrey said, a puff of spell energy shooting out of her clearly evil wand, but as mentioned earlier it was unable to pass through the hospital bed.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Hermione said, hands on her hips. "Attacking a student is even more irresponsible than saying Wizard curse! I'm going to report this to Dumbledore!"

Hermione turned to do what she said, but Pomfrey pointed her wand at the girl.

"Desino!"

When the rippling coil of the magic that came out of her wand hit Hermione, she stopped in place, much like a deer would freeze when confronted with the headlights of a 1997 Crown Victoria. However, in Hermione's case she didn't freeze because of poorly timed instinctual reactions, but because the spell made her stop.

"NO! NOT HERMIONE!" Ron shouted, tackling Madam Pomfrey. Or at least he tried. As mentioned before, Ron is eleven in this chapter and Madam Pomfrey is built like a flaming bear that can eat half of a town. So he bounced off her.

Pomfrey looked at Ron dismissively, before waving her wand over his head. "Cultus Scriptor."

Ron shivered drastically before tumbling to the ground. Madam Pomfrey smirked at him, until Harry popped up, having found his wand. It had been on the floor next to his hospital bed which was an oddly convenient place for him to find it, but magic.

"Primoris Annis Alica!" Harry shouted, remembering a spell that Dudley taught him.

The spell did stuff and then Madam Pomfrey collapsed. Professor Dumbledore teleportaled into the Hospital Wing and noticed everything quickly, like a security camera notices a college student shoving jugs of milk into his shirt and attempting to pose as a pregnant lady so that he can flee with the valuable goods.

"Madam Pomfrey?" Dumbledore inquired, making sure that while he peered down at her he didn't step on Hermione too hard.

With a sudden hissing noise that sounded a lot like the sort of noise you would expect to hear when someone mentions a sudden hissing noise Madam Pomfrey's mouth opened and her bulk flew out.

It snarled at everybody, and then flew through a window, leaving a normal looking and unconscious Madam Pomfrey behind.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked, as the spell on her wore off. "What just happened?"

"Madam Pomfrey had been possessed by a Parselhead, a significantly more powerful being than a Parselmouth. But don't worry about it, you are only eleven!" Dumbledore said, smiling widely.

Ron popped up suddenly and smiled brightly. "Oi mates! I'm fine!"

"Oh good," Harry said, "That spell apparently had no ill effect on you!"

The foreshadowing crackled in the background and the twins pulled a prank. Everyone laughed.