And again I'm terribly horribly sorry on behalf of my laziness.
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Harry woke up with a start.
All he could remember was that his stomach had hurt a lot. His hand flew to his stomach –or it tried to but it stayed immobile.
He tried to open his eyes again but they didn't move he felt how his voice got stuck in his airways somewhere like a huge lump.
Madam had not helped him. The tall red headed one had tried to touch him.
'Oh, god don't let him have done anything to me, if he caused this. He laughed.' Harry thought for a short time before the inability to move got back with a much bigger force. Harry wanted to scream, cry, yell, open his eyes, move, anything really.
Nevertheless, he was trapped. And even as he could not move or do anything else, he felt how tears started to gather under his eyes from the feeling, forcing their way out of the seams of his eyelids. He couldn't even hear anything.
They had left him alone.
He remembered something similar happening long ago, or was it long ago he didn't know. Alone in the darkness with no way to get out. Harry didn't want to think about it. He didn't know what he should think about.
He wanted ferret, He had been thinking on going to find him. 'Safe thought. Yes that is a good safe thought' Harry thought and tried to latch to it with all his might.
There was more pain. On his stomach. Again.
His eyes flew open and he let out a long anguished cry. He couldn't move his legs or hands, but he could feel the pain. The pain was everywhere.
''Harry, calm down, we got her out. Go back to sleep, you should be unconscious still.'' He heard madam saying something again, but he didn't understand what she said and everything fell back to black again.
The last thought he had was: 'No, I don't want to!'
Draco walked to the door of the hospital wing. He could her something on the other side. He didn't want to go in. Potter had sharp nails and –He was naked. How could he have forgotten that Potter was naked?
Draco almost turned around and left. The picture of Dumbledore came into his mind and the note that had appeared next to his bowl. It was from the old coot and it told him to go to the hospital wing.
He sighed, put his hand on the door handle, and opened the door.
The scene that greeted him inside wasn't something he would have wanted to see.
Potter lay on his back and Pomfrey was on top of his spelling his stomach, very swollen stomach open. The two sidekicks of Potter stood a little farther.
Draco stared for a second and turned around and shut the door when the stomach was fully open and he could see something green though all the blood.
He stepped two steps and vomited his dinner to the corridor.
Draco leaned to the wall and slid down, Avoiding sitting on the vomit and saw Severus walking and the hurrying next to him from the end of the corridor.
''Draco, what-'' there was a loud screeching scream that had too much meow to be anyone else than potter.
Draco felt more vomit pile in his mouth. He didn't want to think being awake with an open stomach. Severus went inside and Draco was alone on the corridor. He decided to wait a little. Spelled the vomit away, cleaned his mouth with a tooth-brushing spell, and hid his head into his hands.
After counting to one hundred with his cool hands on his forehead, he stood up and opened the room where Severus was speaking in a calm voice.