The biggest mistake
Harry spent the next few hours falling back into a mood like he had felt during the summer, only blacker. A while later another nurse came in, he almost ignored her too, but almost when it was too late he saw a wand sticking out of her pocket, so he quickly engaged her in a false conversation, she came closer, and he slipped his arm from underneath the cover and pulled out the wand, which was quickly concealed beneath his covers. The hand as they say is quicker than the eye. He thanked the nurse for her help and she left.
He pulled out the wand, it was smooth and felt like cherry wood, and perhaps it was phoenix feather too, as the wand felt ever so slightly familiar with his magical signature, it was a match, not like his own wand, but it had enough of a match for him to use it.
At first Harry tried to release the bond, but he didn't know the type of magic that held it together, and the simple curse breakers didn't work, without the knowledge he knew he had no hope in getting out of the bed.
He played with the wand beneath his fingers for a while, it felt good to have the object in his possession, even though it was only a few days he missed his magic, the familiar feel of his wand, it was a comfortable presence like a friend.
Then it came to him, he picked up a spare blanket, 'transfigero blanket' it turned in to a steel knife, cold and hard. Harry ran his hands along the length of the knife savouring the feeling, before plunging it into his left arm. Before he had the chance to run it further along up his arm, a familiar voice rang through the room.
Albus Dumbledore had just decided to spend an hour checking on his favourite pupil, but as he walked in to the room he was confronted with a shocking and terrifying scene, the boy was sat there with a large knife sticking in his arm, a strange smile on his face, and an unfamiliar wand lying forgotten at his side. Albus almost went to pieces but pulled himself together enough to sort out the problem at hand, he lifted his wand.
'Accio Knife' the voice screamed, and in a second the wand was gone to. The man who shouted the spell was as white as a ghost and had no hint of a twinkle in his blue eyes.
Harry stared at him like a rabbit in the headlights, and Albus stared back in shock. Harry promptly collapsed. This brought Albus back to his senses, he pushed a panic button.
Emma Stone came running in followed by two nurses. The scene was taken in quickly. The nurses quickly took care of the wound and cast a sleeping spell over Harry, and Emma took Albus into a side room.
'What happened, is that your wand Albus?' she demanded.
'No Emma, alas I do not know who it belongs to, I merely decided to stop by and see how he was doing and I walked in on him plunging a knife into his wrist, the wand was lying on the bed, I can only assume that the knife was transfigured.' He said sadly shaking his head in disbelief.
'I knew he was depressed Emma, but I didn't think he'd try this, I'm worried for him'.
Emma nodded also looking a little weary. 'Yes, me too, I am curious as to how this happened, security is tight, could it belong to your DADA professor he stopped by earlier?'
'No, Remus' wand is ebony and dragon heart string, this is cherry and phoenix feather' he sighed heavily.
'Wait, phoenix feather and cherry? I think this is Sada's wand, I'll ask her.' She turned and left the room.
A little while later she came in looking most grim. 'I'm sorry Albus it seems one of my team was careless earlier, and he stole it from her, she hadn't realised it was missing.' The doctor looked a little ashamed, she had once been one of Albus' pupils.
'It wasn't your fault, may I see him now?' he asked.
'Yes for a while but he is asleep, and the hospital may want him transferred from my care, this changes things.' She said cautiously.
'How so child?' the doctor didn't mind being called this by Albus, few ever did.
'Its suicide now, not eating disorders, suicide always takes priority, he may be moved to that department or he may just see another doctor here' she rubbed her forehead.
'I'll see what I can do, I don't trust the suicide team here, New York's branch is far more competent. I'll talk to the hierarchy here and contact Lainey a little later. After all I can pull a few strings over your managers here' he winked and smiled slightly.
Harry spent the next few hours falling back into a mood like he had felt during the summer, only blacker. A while later another nurse came in, he almost ignored her too, but almost when it was too late he saw a wand sticking out of her pocket, so he quickly engaged her in a false conversation, she came closer, and he slipped his arm from underneath the cover and pulled out the wand, which was quickly concealed beneath his covers. The hand as they say is quicker than the eye. He thanked the nurse for her help and she left.
He pulled out the wand, it was smooth and felt like cherry wood, and perhaps it was phoenix feather too, as the wand felt ever so slightly familiar with his magical signature, it was a match, not like his own wand, but it had enough of a match for him to use it.
At first Harry tried to release the bond, but he didn't know the type of magic that held it together, and the simple curse breakers didn't work, without the knowledge he knew he had no hope in getting out of the bed.
He played with the wand beneath his fingers for a while, it felt good to have the object in his possession, even though it was only a few days he missed his magic, the familiar feel of his wand, it was a comfortable presence like a friend.
Then it came to him, he picked up a spare blanket, 'transfigero blanket' it turned in to a steel knife, cold and hard. Harry ran his hands along the length of the knife savouring the feeling, before plunging it into his left arm. Before he had the chance to run it further along up his arm, a familiar voice rang through the room.
Albus Dumbledore had just decided to spend an hour checking on his favourite pupil, but as he walked in to the room he was confronted with a shocking and terrifying scene, the boy was sat there with a large knife sticking in his arm, a strange smile on his face, and an unfamiliar wand lying forgotten at his side. Albus almost went to pieces but pulled himself together enough to sort out the problem at hand, he lifted his wand.
'Accio Knife' the voice screamed, and in a second the wand was gone to. The man who shouted the spell was as white as a ghost and had no hint of a twinkle in his blue eyes.
Harry stared at him like a rabbit in the headlights, and Albus stared back in shock. Harry promptly collapsed. This brought Albus back to his senses, he pushed a panic button.
Emma Stone came running in followed by two nurses. The scene was taken in quickly. The nurses quickly took care of the wound and cast a sleeping spell over Harry, and Emma took Albus into a side room.
'What happened, is that your wand Albus?' she demanded.
'No Emma, alas I do not know who it belongs to, I merely decided to stop by and see how he was doing and I walked in on him plunging a knife into his wrist, the wand was lying on the bed, I can only assume that the knife was transfigured.' He said sadly shaking his head in disbelief.
'I knew he was depressed Emma, but I didn't think he'd try this, I'm worried for him'.
Emma nodded also looking a little weary. 'Yes, me too, I am curious as to how this happened, security is tight, could it belong to your DADA professor he stopped by earlier?'
'No, Remus' wand is ebony and dragon heart string, this is cherry and phoenix feather' he sighed heavily.
'Wait, phoenix feather and cherry? I think this is Sada's wand, I'll ask her.' She turned and left the room.
A little while later she came in looking most grim. 'I'm sorry Albus it seems one of my team was careless earlier, and he stole it from her, she hadn't realised it was missing.' The doctor looked a little ashamed, she had once been one of Albus' pupils.
'It wasn't your fault, may I see him now?' he asked.
'Yes for a while but he is asleep, and the hospital may want him transferred from my care, this changes things.' She said cautiously.
'How so child?' the doctor didn't mind being called this by Albus, few ever did.
'Its suicide now, not eating disorders, suicide always takes priority, he may be moved to that department or he may just see another doctor here' she rubbed her forehead.
'I'll see what I can do, I don't trust the suicide team here, New York's branch is far more competent. I'll talk to the hierarchy here and contact Lainey a little later. After all I can pull a few strings over your managers here' he winked and smiled slightly.