Chapter Twenty One
Ron

Apparently there's something called visitors hours at hospitals and after a certain time you get kicked out by nurses, and an Officer Swan informed us, setting up a tent outside of the hospital doors. We grudgingly returned home (Angela went back to her house), "How'd you know?" Neville asked as we sat at the bar in the basement. Each of us had a glass of firewhiskey, it was definitely needed.

Harry hadn't changed since he got to the hospital, he had dried blood on his knuckles, shirt, and pants. He looked fairly dirty, his hair was longer than he usually kept it, reminding me a bit of fourth year, and he was slightly skinnier, but other than that, he looked fine. Harry tried clearing his throat before he spoke, but he was still hoarse, "I might've killed Smith."

Hermione sputtered on her drink, "Zacharias Smith?" Harry nodded.

"What do you mean 'might've?'" I asked.

Harry shrugged, "I threw him, wandless, bloodied, and cursed, into a bush. It was -22 degrees in Minnesota, doubt he survived."

Everyone but Harry shared a glance, and Draco sighed, "At least you're here now."

The next morning we raced back to the hospital, when we got to his room Blaise was talking to one of the nurses. He was rambling, but he seemed to be more coherent today. "That's my family." Blaise told the nurse, with a wide grin. The nurse turned around to look, she probably wasn't expecting seven barely-not-teenagers and an angry looking pale man. Her eyebrows rose slightly and Draco and I laughed.

We each hugged Blaise, he looked happy to be the center of attention. "The food here is terrible, all I wanted was a damn bowl of Frosted Flakes and they gave me oatmeal. Fucking oatmeal. Who does that?" We laughed, but Blaise still looked very serious about it, as he spoke his good arm moved the best it could with the IVs in it and the bandaged stump wiggled slightly like he was still trying to throw his hands up in disgust, "Not just oatmeal, plain fucking oatmeal, I didn't get any sugar or cinnamon or cream. Oh, Harry, it's a shame, you all just missed Edward."

Harry

"Wh-wha-what?" I spluttered, there was no way I heard that right.

"You know, you're boyfriend Edward." Blaise elaborated, "He stopped by last night after you all left, through the window of course, I doubt that mean information desk lady would let him in through the other way. He kept me company, because you know how much of a bore sleeping is. He told me about a book that they're turning into a show on the... the... the um... ah the," As he spoke his bandaged bicep wiggled slightly (It looked like she had got him just above the elbow) like he was trying to point, "God dammit, the box with talking little people in it!"

"The telly?" Draco offered, with a looked of barely veiled amusement.

"That's it!" Blaise cried, "That monitor is actually a telly, and he showed me the show." Blaise seemed proud of himself as he pointed to a monitor on a stand with his good arm. Hermione inspected it and turned it on, the News was on.

"The body of a boy who looks no more than seventeen years old was found in Minnesota today-" The news anchor reported.

"This is not the show." Blaise said and I shushed him.

The news anchor on TV was still going, "The Medical Examiner is determining exactly how the boy died, as he was injured, but also left alone in below zero weather in the snow. He is described as having fair skin, blond hair, brown eyes, approximately six feet tall and 175lbs. If you have any information on the identity of the boy, police are asking-"

"Smith." Ron said raising an eyebrow at me. I nodded.

Neville sighed with relief, "Thank god."

My eyebrows rose in surprise, "What?"

Theo laughed, "We were afraid that he'd survive and come running for revenge."

"Smith?" Blaise asked, "He's a tosser." Blaise looked at me then his eyes widened, "I was supposed to tell you something!"

"You already told me that Edward was here." I said, wondering how much medicine Carlisle had put him on.

"No not that, it was... ah... shit I can't remember." Blaise said, shrugging and wincing slightly. "When can I get out of here, this is so boring." Blaise whined, prolonging the 'o' in so.

Neville stood, "You want me to go ask your doctor?"

"Yes." Blaise nodded, before turning to Theo and striking up a conversation about Charms.

Draco nudged me with his elbow and gave me a knowing look, "Go on, he's been a bloody mess without you- maybe that was the wrong choice of words- but Blaise is fine. Now there's someone you have to go apologize to." I opened my mouth to protest, but Draco literally pushed me out of the room. I didn't even have my phone with me, so I wandered over to the information desk.

"Ma'am? Can I use your phone?" I asked the nurse at the information desk, it wasn't the same one from last night, thank goodness. She just pointed to a phone at the other end of the desk. I hesitated for a moment, what could I even say to him? I'm in the wrong, I left him, and I'm just going to call him? That doesn't seem like the right thing to do. The nurse was staring at me, "Er, nevermind."

I left the desk quickly before hurrying down the steps and out of the hospital. Where would he be? It's raining, but according to Draco and Ron he hadn't been going to school, but then again they also said that Emmett and Alice were trying to make him. Is it even a school day? I checked my phone, Monday. On a hunch I ran towards the direction of school. It was freezing out and each raindrop that hit me felt like a shard of ice.

I got there towards the end of first period. I was in better shape, but all the running was tiring, I was breathing heavily as I walked between the buildings trying to get to our first period. The bell rang, and the doors flew open and students filed out of the buildings. A lot of people stopped walking when they saw me, and soon there was a crowd, it reminded me a bit of the first day of school.

Edward! I tried to think as loudly as possible. I saw a flash of pale skin and copper hair push through the crowd. And then he was there, we just stared at each other for a moment. He looked the same as always, his copper hair that I'm sure had been perfectly tousled was flattened by the rain, his topaz eyes were widened slightly in shock, and his mouth was open slightly in surprise. I could imagine how I looked, skinny, dirty, and soaked. Then he took a step towards me, and another, and I took a step towards him and another.

"Hey." I said weakly when we were right in front of each other. I immediately cursed myself, 'hey' was the best I could think of? C'mon Harry you can do better than th-

My thought process stopped when Edward bent down and pressed his lips to mine, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him. When he pulled his face away from mind he cupped my face in his hands, and I was vaguely aware of the people in the crowd cheering a wolf-whistling. "Harry." Edward murmured as he touched his forehead to mine, "Please don't ever do that again."

"I'm so sorry, I've learned my lesson." I replied, "I'm not going anywhere for awhile." Edward gave me a grin and it was impossible not to give him one in return.

He took off his jacket and gave it to me, "You've got to be freezing. What did you ride your bike here?"

I put on the jacket, thankful for the warmth, and shook my head, "I ran." Edward stared at me in awe before shaking his head, "Let's get you home and out of the rain, you're going to catch a cold."

I did catch a cold, the three days later when we went to get Blaise from the hospital I was sniffling, sneezing, and coughing. When Blaise saw me he scoffed, "I'm just getting out of this hospital don't you dare get me sick Potter."

"Great to see you're off those meds Blaise." I sniffled, I watched as the nurse took measurements of Blaise's arm. He agreed to get a prosthetic, but he doesn't want one that moves or anything, just something he can have to 'fill the space in his sweater sleeves.'

When we got home the first thing Blaise said was, "Can someone give me a ride to Angela's?" I would've, but Snape had me take NyQuil earlier and I was getting really tired.

Blaise
No one would give me a ride to Angela's, Harry just passed out on the couch and the others weren't too keen on me going out and about by myself. So I had to wait until Monday to see her again, apparently we're going back to school? I don't see the logic in that, but Snape said that members of our guard are going to be enrolled into our classes. Just what we need in this town, more wizards. We moved out here to escape the wizarding world and it followed us back here. Life just likes to fuck us all.

I got a prosthetic arm on Sunday, it's just a hunk of plastic made to look like a forearm and a hand. It doesn't move or anything either, it just hangs there. Apparently Snape gave me some sort of potion in the hospital to make it heal faster, the nurse just thought it was a miracle I'm not used to not having an arm, I talk with my hands, I'm left handed for Merlin's sake. I can barely hold a wand, eat, or write with my right. It's fucking torture, I keep thinking that I feel it too, but I look over and there's still nothing there.

Sunday night Draco and I were in the family room, I was practicing putting on and taking off my prosthetic and Draco was watching tv. During one commercial he turned to me, "What the hell were you thinking?"

"That I wasn't going to let one of my best mates to get killed right in front of me." I replied, putting on the plastic arm and trying to get the strap around my shoulder to hold it in place. I saw Draco open his mouth again and I rolled my eyes, "Look, mate, she wasn't aiming to cut off your arm or scar a couple of your organs. She was going to behead you, now, if you keep acting like a little shit I won't do it again." Draco huffed angrily, choosing not to talk to me and turning up the volume on the tv.

That night I tried going to sleep, but I couldn't and the next morning I was dead tired. Snape charmed my bike to stay balanced and I steered with one arm on my way to school. Rosalie was waiting for me when I got to Italian. To my surprise she gave me a hug when she saw me, "You poor baby!" She squealed.

I ignored the strange looks we got as I said, "Calm down Rose, I'm fine."

Class started and I moved to my seat, I didn't say anything to Hailey as she sat down next to me. In truth I felt like an ass for the way I treated her. Class started and I tried doing the warm-up with my right hand. My writing was terrible and even I couldn't read it. As Mr. Fargo came around to look at our answers he stopped when he came to my me, "Blaise, I know you haven't been in school in two weeks, but I know you can write better than that."

It took all my strength not to roll my eyes, I'm too tired for this shit, "It's kind of hard writing with my right hand."

"Then use your left hand." He said.

I shook my head, "It's not that simple." By now I was aware of the fact that the rest of the class was listening to our conversation.

"Blaise, either write with your proper hand, or you'll take a zero on this assignment." Mr. Fargo was usually annoying but today I couldn't take anymore of this.

I had worn a long sleeve shirt today so the strap from my arm wouldn't be visible. I reached under my shirt to unhook my prosthetic with my good arm before detaching it. Mr. Fargo's eyes and everyone else's eyes (except for Rose) widened as I handed my prosthetic the teacher. "I'd like to see you try and write with that."

"Hailey, write Blaise's warm up for him." Mr. Fargo ordered looking extremely embarrassed as he moved on to the next student.

"Did I ever say that I was sorry?" I asked her, she still looked good, with the same nice skin, and hair. Angela looks like her.

"No." Hailey replied stiffly.

"I'm sorry, I guess I was a bit lonely and desperate when I first got here." I said, handing her a piece of paper. I set my prosthetic on the desk, I shouldn't have taken it off, I won't be able to put it back on without taking off my shirt. She wrote my name on the top and I dictated to her my answers. I noticed she kept glancing at my empty sleeve.

"What happened?" Her strange colored eyes were gleaming with curiosity.

I shrugged, "Shit happens, you lose an arm."

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