Greyson followed after them. Until Harry was awake and alert, Greyson knew that the lead feeling in his stomach wasn't going to go away. Madame Pomfrey immediately began fussing over Harry.
"He's going to be okay," Hermione said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Greyson merely nodded. Words seemed like too much of an effort. Once Harry was settled in his infirmary bed, Madame Pomfrey focused on him and Hermione.
As soon as her fussing over him stopped, he immediately pulled a chair besides Harry's bed. "You can return to your bed chambers, Mr. Potter," Professor Snape drawled.
"No," Greyson said, not turning to face him. "I'm staying here with Harry, professor."
"You insolent..." Snape breathed.
"Professor," McGonagall snapped. "Mr. Potter just dealt with a lot this evening."
"If he would have been in his chambers and left the stone alone, then none of them would be in this situation," Snape growled.
"And if we would have stayed in bed, Quirrell would have gotten the stone just like you were trying to prevent," Greyson said. "Besides, we tried telling Professor McGonagall and she didn't believe us. So, we had to take matters into our own hands and my brother is hurt and I am not leaving him again."
"Professors," Dumbledore spoke. "Let's leave them be. Without these students... well I don't want to even think of what could have happened without their interference." At least Dumbledore understood... Both McGonagall and Snape left without another word.
Greyson woke with a start. He didn't remember falling asleep. He blinked his eyes, rubbing at them. Light was streaming in the infirmary. What time was it?
"Here," Hermione's voice said, shoving a scone in front of him. "Figured you could use some breakfast." Greyson nodded and took it. He broke it in half, but made no effort to bring it to his mouth. He wasn't feeling too hungry. "He's going to be okay." He nodded again. After a while, she left. He didn't blame her. He was terrible company.
Students came and went, a lot of them dropping off gifts for Harry. Greyson was sure they were asking him questions, but he wasn't too fit for anything besides grunting and nodding.
"You stink," an annoyingly familiar voice said. Greyson looked up to see Draco. "You've been down here for days and you stink, like dog breath and mulch."
"I'm fine," Greyson said, shaking his head.
"No, you're not," Draco said. "You need a shower."
"I'll have one later," Greyson argued. "I need to take care of Harry."
"How are you going to take care of him if you don't take care of yourself?" Draco argued. Greyson pursed his lips. He didn't want to admit that Draco was right.
"But what if he wakes up and I'm not here?" Greyson asked.
"He will be okay," Draco reassured him. "I'm sure Ron and Hermione will be down to watch over him for you after they finish breakfast." Greyson nodded.
"...alright..." he said as Draco led him away from the infirmary and to the boys bathrooms. He cast one last glance where his brother was sleeping. Hopefully he would be back before Harry realized he was even gone.