Harry Potter and the Palingenesis of Abaddon
Chapter III – In-patient
Harry's vision focused. He still couldn't recognise who it
was. A few seconds later he recognised the voice it was Hermione.
"What is it?" Harry said "Can't you be quiet"
"You ..... Look at yourself" said Hermione.
She flicked on the lights. As Harry looked down at himself
he let out a yelp. There were slits across his wrists. His clothes had been
slashed cutting through to his skin. Blood was rapidly flowing from his arms
and body. Staining the carpet beneath. She once again started screaming. His
head started to pound. The pounding got heavier and heavier beats. Beating
harder and harder. It felt like his head would explode. It did. His scar ripped
open. Blood flowed down his face. He just stood their helplessly bleeding as
Hermione screamed. He started to shake. His head got lighter and lighter. He collapsed
once again. His unconscious eyes filled with tears yet he was not upset. The
tears were once again blood. His unconscious body started violently shaking, he
started to vomit blood.
Harry woke up finding himself in a nice soft bed. He
couldn't see, he put on his glasses. It cleared up and saw that he was in some
kind of hospital ward. His clothes had been removed and he was in a light robe.
"Your awake" said Hermione. She kissed him "I was so
worried"
"What happened?" said Harry.
"The doctors aren't sure what happened," said Hermione "I
think it's a curse though"
"Where am I?" Harry said
"Your at Groblin Special Hospital for Bad Curses" said
Hermione "you've been here for 5 days in a coma. You lost a hell of a lot of
blood. The person who did it to you wasn't anywhere near you so it must have
been a dark wizard."
Harry just sat there thinking of who could have done it.
Then he thought to himself don't be
stupid it's Voldemort of course. Hermione once again bent down and gave him
a kiss. She hugged him and started to cry.
"Don't cry Hermione" said Harry "It's alright, don't cry"
"You were so close to dying though Harry" said Hermione "All
I could do was scream"
"It was a natural reaction Hermione," replied Harry "Anyone
would have done it"
Hermione carried on crying.
"They can't remove the curse from you though," said Hermione
"It could happen again to you anytime and I don't want that to happen to you."
"Where is everyone else?" Harry asked.
"Walking around the hospital waiting for you to wake up,"
said Hermione "We don't know what to do. You have had all kind of visitors many
divisions of the ministry have been."
Harry didn't want to lie there waiting for everyone to come
back to see him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" said Hermione
"I'm getting up," Harry said irritably
"Well I guess I should help you" Hermione said in
i-didnt-mean-to-make-you-upset sort of tone.
As Harry hit the ground his legs shaked. It felt as if he
had the jelly-leg curse on. He walked up and down the room a couple of
times. His legs unstiffened. He left
the room along with Hermione.
"Shouldn't we tell someone?" said Hermione.
"To hell with them, stupid doctors" replied Harry
"They helped...." started Hermione but she thought better of
it.
"Oh Hermione" said Harry "I'm sorry. Just a bit cranky"
They keep walking through the long corridors of the
hospital. They walked everywhere. They kept walking until the heard footsteps.
They turned to the direction of the noise and just saw a wall a solid wall.
Hermione started to examine the wall. She searched every brick. She stumbled
and fell. Not wanting to hit the hard, stone floor beneath her she put her arm
out grabbing the candles that were bracketed to the walls. A small whole the
size of a brick developed in the wall. It began sucking and Harry and Hermione
went straight through it. As they got up they found themselves in a room. An
extremely blank room. In front of them was a staircase heading downwards. Harry
and Hermione didn't want to go down there.
"Harry we need to get out of here" she said, "You can't go
in this condition."
Harry couldn't see a way out. He grabbed the candle
bracketed to the wall and just yanked it off.
"FUCK" he shouted.
Hermione just kissed him. "Don't worry," she said, "It can't
be to bad in a hospital can it?"
Harry let out a snigger. "This is the magical world not all
is as it seems."
They wandered down the stairs. It kept going and going
deeper and deeper. They finally walked into a room. They faced a few of men
around a big table.
"GOD DAMN" one of them said, "How did you get in....."
He trailed off as he saw Harry's scar.
"If it isn't Harry Potter" said the man "We were just
talking about you"
Harry gave them a weak smile. He felt a sigh of relief as he
found that he was standing in front of some nice aging gentlemen.
"Are you alright?" said another "What are you doing out of
bed? How did you find us?"
"Im fine" Harry replied "Me and Hermione just came for a
walk and we heard footsteps so we managed to get in."
"You two better be back in bed," one of them said. With a
sweep of his wand he was lying in his bed with Hermione next to him.
The next few days passed quickly as Harry was let out of
hospital.