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Chapter eleven
Harry was sitting on the end of the bed, still staring after his potions teacher. He could hear Dumbledore and McGonagall talking to each other, about him probably, but at that moment he didn't want to hear about how they thought he was mentally unstable and how he needed some therapy.
This had been one of the worst mornings of Harry's life, maybe only second to the morning after Voldemort had attempted to come back to his full force, and watching the murder of the person who he had thought was his defence against the dark arts teacher.
Although out of all of the terrible things which had happened, and the fact that the wizarding world thought he was dead, and he had yet to be able to tell people what had really happened on the night of the tri-wizarding tournament. The worst part had to be that he was now going to be looked after by none other than Severus Snape.
"Harry dear, it's time I think that you got dressed," Madam Pomfrey said, bring Harry out of his ghostly trance, which he had been in for at least ten minutes, during which time Professor McGonagall and the ageing headteacher had left the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey didn't want to admit it, but it was starting to scare her. Madam Pomfrey then took another look at Harry, and saw some of the potion that he had dropped on the floor on his pyjama top, and then she saw the dirt on his face and his matted hair. She had quite forgotten that he had been trapped under rubble for a number of hours.
"Maybe you had better have a shower first, there is a bathroom on the left up there, and I will help you of course."
"I don't need any help," Harry said, moving backwards, away from the nurse, this however being very difficult due to the fact that he was already at the end of his bed.
"Hmm, of course you do dear," Madam Pomfrey said, not really listening to what Harry had said, and was instead gathering up the brightly coloured robes she had placed on the bed before the other teachers had arrived.
"No, really I don't need any help!"
"Well, I will go ahead and run the water for you; you do not want to burn yourself now do you?" Madam Pomfrey said, as she started walking down to where she had pointed out the bathroom a few minutes before. "I'll put your robes on the side for you."
Sighing Harry got off of the bed, and made the bed, something which he did not do most of the time, attempting to prove to Madam Pomfrey that he was capable of doing things by himself, and that he didn't need somebody trailing around after him, or in this case in front of him.
"I can tell if the water is too hot for myself," Harry muttered under his breath, pulling back the curtains, to the window that was directly above his bed. He also wrapped the piece of material around them, and fastened them on the hooks, he had never done this before either, and he did not even know what they were called. He looked up and out of the window, and saw the sun shining down across the large grounds. Then he noticed how dirty the window ledge was, it was as if it had never been cleaned and there was even what looked like rat footprints in the dust.
"And they look fresh," Harry thought to himself in disgust, he had never liked dirt, he supposed that it was a thing that he had picked up from his aunts obsession with cleaning. "I hope there wasn't a rat here last night," Harry thought suddenly, wrinkling his nose, he did not like rats, they always reminded him of one big rat, who in human form went by the name Peter Pettigrew.
"Harry dear, time for your shower!" A shrill voice called from the bathroom, a few minutes after that, in which Harry had taken one small step away from his bed, the door to the hospital wing opened. To show a worried looking Hermione, and a tried looked Ron, he was saved from his, he was sure to be embarrassing, shower... well for now at least.
"Harry!" Hermione said, as she ran towards him, and grabbed him in to a throttling hug.
"What is this noise?" Madam Pomfrey said, angrily stepping out of that bathroom.
"We are here to see Harry," Ron said, walking down the hospital wing, towards Harry.
"He is about to have his shower, you will have to come back later."
"Can we not wait here for him to finish?"
"Well..." Madam Pomfrey said, obviously not wanting them to stay.
"I am sure we will be able to help," Hermione said.
"I do not need any help!" Harry said, for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.
Once again this was either ignored by the people in the room, or was only given a reaction which made them looking pityingly at him, before looking back towards what they were doing before.
Madam Pomfrey then looked at Ron.
"Well maybe you can help," she then said. "You can help him to shower, I am sure that he probably won't put up as much a fight than if I did it, of course that if he remembers you"
"Of course he does."
"He was the one who came to us in the first place," Ron said, sounding annoyed that Madam Pomfrey could even suggest such a thing.
"Of course I remember Ron, and can I not just shower by myself though?"
"See?" Ron said, he too seemed to be ignoring Harry's plea for doing things by himself.
"Okay, Mr Weasley, you can help to shower him and Miss Granger you can help me by sorting out some potions." She said, exasperated.
Half an hour later, Harry was sitting on top of one of the rocks which were just outside of the hospital wing, fully dressed, and clean, and not happy. True he had been allowed to go outside with Ron and Hermione 'to get some fresh air, as long as they stayed out of sight from the other students. The other students had been yet been told about Harry's return to the living world, they were scheduled to find out later on that day, as Dumbledore fond more complications with declaring someone alive, than declaring them dead. And until they did so, no one must find out that Harry was in fact alive, because that would mean that the media would get involved and things would get a lot more complicated.
"Harry, are you sure that you are not cold?" Hermione, mothered for the seventh time.
"Yes," Harry answered, in a monotone voice. He had asked before they had gone outside if he could speak to Dumbledore about something important, but once again he had been brushed off to one side, and told that he could speak to him, when he wasn't busy.
"Harry?" Hermione then asked, suddenly.
"Yes?"
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"I remember everything." Harry said, turning to face her, he then decided to tell Ron and Hermione everything which had happened, including the murder of Barty Crouch junior, something which Harry had been trying to forget.
"What do you mean everything?" Ron asked.
"The time when you were trapped you mean?"
"No, I was never trapped... well, I was but... well, and it's complicated."
Ron and Hermione looked out of the corner of their eyes at each other, with a look which clearly read that they did not know whether or not they should believe him, given the state of his mind. Either that or Harry had read too much in to that look, but he was sure that that's what they were thinking.
Harry then took a deep breath, he might as well tell them now, and then maybe they would believe him and then people would not think he was damaged from falling wood. Then he would be able to go to Dumbledore and tell him what had happened.
"And that's when I found you two..." Harry finished, not quite sure where to end it. He looked up at his two best friends, as he had been looking at the ground and inspecting his shoes the whole time he had been telling his story.
There was a long silence following Harry's story, and there almost seemed to be a freezing wind blowing around where they were sitting. Even though there had not been any breeze that morning, and they were sheltered by buildings from most of the elements.
"Harry..." Hermione started, then stopped and looked at Ron.
"I know, it's a big shock, and Barty Crouch junior must have been quite some actor, as I didn't see it coming," Harry rushed, almost excited that he was not going to be treated like a toddler now, and mentally hitting himself for not telling people earlier... in fact he did not know why he didn't tell people before, it was like he was like he had been blocked, for some strange reason, from saying it.
"But Harry, Mad-eye Moody is still here," Hermione said, Ron had yet to say anything, he had not even moved since Harry had started the story.
"I know, like I said this one now is the real one... at least I think it is... he had just had his memory modified. So that he thinks that he has been teaching all year, when in fact he has only just started!"
"Do you think that this is part of that memory mix up?" Hermione said, turning to Ron. Both Ron and Hermione had been told what had happened when both Dumbledore and Snape tried to read his mind, and the consequences of that.
"What? No it isn't, they just think that because my mind is a bit mixed up at the moment," Harry said, trying to convince them that what he was saying was true. Then he mentally hit himself again when he realised that what he had said wasn't going to help him. "I don't know they are not right, but I am telling the truth."
Hermione once again shared a look with Ron.
"Harry, it's not that we don't believe you, it's just that, well you need help."
"No!" Harry yelled, shaking his head, he could not believe that his two best friends, who he had known since he was eleven, didn't believe his story, and if they didn't, who would.
"Ron, can you go and get Madam Pomfrey?" He heard Hermione say, and then he heard footsteps which were almost running, go back to the infirmary.
"Don't worry Harry; you will get back to normal soon," Hermione said, walking over to Harry and patting him like you would a small dog.
"I have never been normal," he whispered, wondering just what he would take to convince people he was not insane.
Author's notes
Thank you to all the reviewers who told me about some of my mistakes on here and now I am happy to say I have a proof reader for this story. Thank you PsychicTiger!!!
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