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Chapter 26 the flight
The eagle flew north, unsure why it was important, but somewhere in the back of its mind, it knew it must. North was safe, it could find help there, its broken wing was making flying very painful, but still it headed north.
The dark night skies were changing, dawn was breaking, sun was peeking through the clouds. The eagle landed on top of a tall oak tree, it was hungry and tired. Maybe it could hunt for a small mouse, and then rest here for a while.
Its target found, the eagle swooped down and caught a mouse, retreating back to its branch, ate it and tucked its head under its wing and slept.
The eagle awoke early afternoon and sought out another meal, feeling better, the pain in its beak had lessened, though it's wing was stiff and awkward, the eagles stretched its wings as far as possible and took to the skies again.
Evening came and still the eagle headed north, it flew above the towns and villages, keeping a sharp eye out for more angry men with lighting sticks. Rain drops started to splash on its body and the eagle began to search for a safe haven. There was a forest below so it headed down and landed on a branch, protected from the rain by the foliage above.
The eagle stayed awake watching, many owls flew past, hurrying on their way, with an unknown purpose. The eagle was tired, its strength almost gone, flying with a broken wing was causing even more damage but the eagle knew it must continue on its journey north, to safety.
For three days and nights the eagle travelled, finding food and rest where ever it could. Once it spotted a man flying on a stick, the eagle was confused how could a man fly? He was afraid and hid from the man in case the man had a lightening stick. On the forth day the eagle saw a castle in the distance, it seemed familiar, was it a safe place?
The eagle came to rest in a nearby forest, it waited for nightfall and watched, the castle was filled with children and many of them had lightening sticks, the eagle was afraid, should it go to the castle or stay in the forest.
A white owl flew into the forest and came near to the eagle's hiding place; it circled and hooted in a low mournful tone. The eagle knew the sound and watched as the owl flew away towards a window high in the castle wall.
An old man dressed in purple robes with a tall pointed hat came out of the castle and stood by the edge of the forest; he held up one arm and waited. The eagle recognized this image; it had seen it before somewhere, in a dream.
The old man waited until the eagle finally emerged from the forest and came to land on his arm. The old man smoothed the eagles ruffled feathers and spoke in gentle tones as he carried the eagle inside. The eagle's left wing was hanging at an odd angle, several tail feathers were missing and its usually sharp green eyes were dull and glazed.
Inside the castle was bright and warm, many of the children were there, milling around talking in loud voices, two of them broke off their conversation and ran towards the old man, the eagle tried to pull back from their attention and the old man spoke to them briefly then carried the eagle up the stairs. Eventually they reached a room that was all white and several people were standing waiting for them.
He placed the eagle on a soft bed and withdrew a lightening stick, the eagle wanted to fly away but it was too tired to stretch its wings out, the old man muttered something and the eagle screeched in pain, the feathers fell from its wings and it painfully transformed into a man.
Harry lay on the bed, his body broken and bruised, unaware of the tears splashing down on his skin from the old wizard and a grey haired nurse.
Harry tried to lift his head off the pillow as he opened his eyes, sharp pain ripped through his body and he groaned. Suddenly his bed was surrounded by people, all speaking at once; Harry couldn't understand a single word they were saying. He tried to focus on them but found his vision too blurred. A hand reached behind his head lifting him slightly, then he felt a cold liquid being poured into his mouth, it was disgusting, he coughed a little and then slipped back into darkness.
Harry vaguely recalled this happening several times, he would wake up, unable to understand what was happening around him, drink something and fall asleep again.
Harry lay awake on the bed unmoving, he slowly opened his eyes, the room didn't spin this time and when he turned his head a little he could see beds and lots of white. He tried lifting slightly off the pillow and found that the pain in his body still throbbed, though not sharply like before.
"Harry?" Madam Pomfrey bustled over. "Can you understand me?" she gently placed his glasses on his face and her face came into focus.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"I will let Dumbledore explain it to you, for the moment I want to check you over. Can you wiggle your fingers on your left hand for me?" Madam Pomfrey asked him.
Harry dutifully wriggled his fingers, the ache in his body increased slightly.
"Good, now can you wiggle your toes?" She continued.
Harry tried and for several seconds felt nothing, then he felt them move.
"Don't worry, your body is just exhausted, it will take some time for your reflexes to return to normal." She informed him. "Now drink this pain killer, it won't put you to sleep, just allow you more freedom of movement."
"Welcome back Harry!" Dumbledore sat in a chair next to his bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Confused!" Harry replied.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" Dumbledore asked him.
"No, not really. How long have I been here?" Harry asked, trying to force his mind to figure it out.
"You were taken from Hogwarts by port-key, according to Miss Granger you were captured by Death-eaters," Dumbledore began.
A flash of images burst into Harry's mind, Hermione lying unconscious bleeding on the ground, Lucius Malfoy screaming in pain, the death-eaters dragging him to throw him in front of Voldemort, Harry suddenly didn't want to remember, and he tried to close his mind.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered.
"Returned safely thanks to you! She was treated for concussion and allowed to return to her dorm, over a week ago," Dumbledore reassured him.
"Over a week ago?" Harry asked.
"You escaped by transforming and flying away, that was Wednesday evening, you arrived back at Hogwarts on Monday evening," Dumbledore answered.
"What day is it?" Harry tried to follow Dumbledore's explanation.
"It is now Saturday morning," Dumbledore said.
"I've been here for five days?" Harry asked.
"You were very badly injured. You had flown with a broken wing for five days causing sever damage to your body, I had to force you to transform so that Madam Pomfrey could treat you, but your mind rejected the transformation to begin with. Madam Pomfrey was able to heal your broken arm and nose, repair the damage to your spine and ribs, probably sustained whilst you were flying, and treat you for malnutrition." Dumbledore explained quietly. "However the fact that your body was so drained of its magical ability when you sustained the damage means that the injuries will take longer to heal than normal."
Harry's brain hurt from trying to follow the conversation, he leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes.
Dumbledore said softly, "Sleep now Harry, there will be plenty of time for explanations later."
Harry thought he heard Dumbledore whisper, "Thank the Gods," as he bent down and removed Harry's glasses.
Another day passed with Harry waking for a short while, drinking more disgusting healing potions and falling back to sleep again. His body felt bruised from head to toe and his dreams were now filled with images of what had happened. He considered asking Madam Pomfrey for a dreamless sleep potion, then changed his mind; he wanted to remember what had happened, how he had failed, once again, to destroy Voldemore.
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Chapter 26 the flight
The eagle flew north, unsure why it was important, but somewhere in the back of its mind, it knew it must. North was safe, it could find help there, its broken wing was making flying very painful, but still it headed north.
The dark night skies were changing, dawn was breaking, sun was peeking through the clouds. The eagle landed on top of a tall oak tree, it was hungry and tired. Maybe it could hunt for a small mouse, and then rest here for a while.
Its target found, the eagle swooped down and caught a mouse, retreating back to its branch, ate it and tucked its head under its wing and slept.
The eagle awoke early afternoon and sought out another meal, feeling better, the pain in its beak had lessened, though it's wing was stiff and awkward, the eagles stretched its wings as far as possible and took to the skies again.
Evening came and still the eagle headed north, it flew above the towns and villages, keeping a sharp eye out for more angry men with lighting sticks. Rain drops started to splash on its body and the eagle began to search for a safe haven. There was a forest below so it headed down and landed on a branch, protected from the rain by the foliage above.
The eagle stayed awake watching, many owls flew past, hurrying on their way, with an unknown purpose. The eagle was tired, its strength almost gone, flying with a broken wing was causing even more damage but the eagle knew it must continue on its journey north, to safety.
For three days and nights the eagle travelled, finding food and rest where ever it could. Once it spotted a man flying on a stick, the eagle was confused how could a man fly? He was afraid and hid from the man in case the man had a lightening stick. On the forth day the eagle saw a castle in the distance, it seemed familiar, was it a safe place?
The eagle came to rest in a nearby forest, it waited for nightfall and watched, the castle was filled with children and many of them had lightening sticks, the eagle was afraid, should it go to the castle or stay in the forest.
A white owl flew into the forest and came near to the eagle's hiding place; it circled and hooted in a low mournful tone. The eagle knew the sound and watched as the owl flew away towards a window high in the castle wall.
An old man dressed in purple robes with a tall pointed hat came out of the castle and stood by the edge of the forest; he held up one arm and waited. The eagle recognized this image; it had seen it before somewhere, in a dream.
The old man waited until the eagle finally emerged from the forest and came to land on his arm. The old man smoothed the eagles ruffled feathers and spoke in gentle tones as he carried the eagle inside. The eagle's left wing was hanging at an odd angle, several tail feathers were missing and its usually sharp green eyes were dull and glazed.
Inside the castle was bright and warm, many of the children were there, milling around talking in loud voices, two of them broke off their conversation and ran towards the old man, the eagle tried to pull back from their attention and the old man spoke to them briefly then carried the eagle up the stairs. Eventually they reached a room that was all white and several people were standing waiting for them.
He placed the eagle on a soft bed and withdrew a lightening stick, the eagle wanted to fly away but it was too tired to stretch its wings out, the old man muttered something and the eagle screeched in pain, the feathers fell from its wings and it painfully transformed into a man.
Harry lay on the bed, his body broken and bruised, unaware of the tears splashing down on his skin from the old wizard and a grey haired nurse.
Harry tried to lift his head off the pillow as he opened his eyes, sharp pain ripped through his body and he groaned. Suddenly his bed was surrounded by people, all speaking at once; Harry couldn't understand a single word they were saying. He tried to focus on them but found his vision too blurred. A hand reached behind his head lifting him slightly, then he felt a cold liquid being poured into his mouth, it was disgusting, he coughed a little and then slipped back into darkness.
Harry vaguely recalled this happening several times, he would wake up, unable to understand what was happening around him, drink something and fall asleep again.
Harry lay awake on the bed unmoving, he slowly opened his eyes, the room didn't spin this time and when he turned his head a little he could see beds and lots of white. He tried lifting slightly off the pillow and found that the pain in his body still throbbed, though not sharply like before.
"Harry?" Madam Pomfrey bustled over. "Can you understand me?" she gently placed his glasses on his face and her face came into focus.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"I will let Dumbledore explain it to you, for the moment I want to check you over. Can you wiggle your fingers on your left hand for me?" Madam Pomfrey asked him.
Harry dutifully wriggled his fingers, the ache in his body increased slightly.
"Good, now can you wiggle your toes?" She continued.
Harry tried and for several seconds felt nothing, then he felt them move.
"Don't worry, your body is just exhausted, it will take some time for your reflexes to return to normal." She informed him. "Now drink this pain killer, it won't put you to sleep, just allow you more freedom of movement."
"Welcome back Harry!" Dumbledore sat in a chair next to his bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Confused!" Harry replied.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" Dumbledore asked him.
"No, not really. How long have I been here?" Harry asked, trying to force his mind to figure it out.
"You were taken from Hogwarts by port-key, according to Miss Granger you were captured by Death-eaters," Dumbledore began.
A flash of images burst into Harry's mind, Hermione lying unconscious bleeding on the ground, Lucius Malfoy screaming in pain, the death-eaters dragging him to throw him in front of Voldemort, Harry suddenly didn't want to remember, and he tried to close his mind.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered.
"Returned safely thanks to you! She was treated for concussion and allowed to return to her dorm, over a week ago," Dumbledore reassured him.
"Over a week ago?" Harry asked.
"You escaped by transforming and flying away, that was Wednesday evening, you arrived back at Hogwarts on Monday evening," Dumbledore answered.
"What day is it?" Harry tried to follow Dumbledore's explanation.
"It is now Saturday morning," Dumbledore said.
"I've been here for five days?" Harry asked.
"You were very badly injured. You had flown with a broken wing for five days causing sever damage to your body, I had to force you to transform so that Madam Pomfrey could treat you, but your mind rejected the transformation to begin with. Madam Pomfrey was able to heal your broken arm and nose, repair the damage to your spine and ribs, probably sustained whilst you were flying, and treat you for malnutrition." Dumbledore explained quietly. "However the fact that your body was so drained of its magical ability when you sustained the damage means that the injuries will take longer to heal than normal."
Harry's brain hurt from trying to follow the conversation, he leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes.
Dumbledore said softly, "Sleep now Harry, there will be plenty of time for explanations later."
Harry thought he heard Dumbledore whisper, "Thank the Gods," as he bent down and removed Harry's glasses.
Another day passed with Harry waking for a short while, drinking more disgusting healing potions and falling back to sleep again. His body felt bruised from head to toe and his dreams were now filled with images of what had happened. He considered asking Madam Pomfrey for a dreamless sleep potion, then changed his mind; he wanted to remember what had happened, how he had failed, once again, to destroy Voldemore.