Chapter Six
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"Poppy, how serious is his condition?"
"Were you able to heal it?"
"One at a time. His condition is rather serious and if affected should be effecting the brain. So no, I couldn't use magic to heal it. It's way too dangerous. So all we can do is hope his body will heal it's self over time"
"How serious is his condition?"
"What did you think?" she snapped at him. "He hit his head on a solid steel object flying across a room. He was pouring blood in several places when he got him here" She sighed.
"I don't know why he is so attracted to danger. It seems to get worst. He will hopefully heal physically but I have a feeling he is still in deep shock. Did anything unusual happen? Why do you keep avoiding the question?" she asked looking rather worried at Dumbledore.
Harry was now awake and listening intently to the conversation. He felt so tired that he wished that his nerve system would just shut down. He felt as if he had fallen off a skyscraper and as if all the bones in his body were broken. He then noticed a stinging feeling coming from the back of his neck. The pain ran down his spine and then spread to nearly every part of his body. The only time he felt worst that this was when he fell off his broom from nearly fifty feet in his second year at Hogwarts. His attention once again went towards the conversation.
He heard Lupins's voice. He had deep concern in it. "We are not sure our selves". Then he shrugged. To Harry, it seemed as if he was trying to avoid recalling something.
"Poppy, we were late. When we got there, the death eaters were already there". Madam Pomfrey gasped. "We moved as quickly as we could but they already cursed the killing curse". Again she gasped. "All twenty four of them, all at once". "We all were cold as ice. There was nothing we could do" This time Madam Pomfrey seemed so stunned with fear that she no longer could gasp as Lupin explained what happened earlier.
"But he deflected the killing curses towards his wand" he continued.
"But… But…" Madam Pomfrey stammered.
"We know. That's why we don't understand either. Not once but twice. Poppy, no wonder he's weak. He survived twenty eight killing curses in one night" He said.
Madam Pomfrey seemed to have reached her limit. She no longer could withhold her emotions. Tears started to roll down her cheeks and she started to sob. "The poor boy, he never can get a break". She shook her head from left to right muttering "Voldemort and his death eaters".
Harry was surprised to hear Madam Pomfrey say Voldemort's name. Not many people did. He only knew him self and Dumbledore, and now Madam Pomfrey. He guessed that she had been around enough to figure out that fearing the name; no matter how dreadful what it stands for was stupid.
"But how did he get all those injuries? They couldn't have been from the killing curse? Could they be?"
"No, after Harry repelled the second round of attacks, we managed to get there. The cowards tried to flee seeing their main weapon was not having any effort on the boy. We attacked them and Minerva got him to safety buy somehow or the other, a banishing spell went through and hit him. That's how he got injured. The death eaters escaped in the meantime. We were too worried about Harry to worry about them," said Dumbledore.
Harry feeling guilty of eavesdropping cleared his throat to make them aware of his presence. "Ahem!".
All three of them, Lupin, Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey, immediately turned their head in his direction. Dumbledore smiled at him while Lupin and Madam Pomfrey rushed to his bead side.
"Harry!" said Lupin as he kept his hand on his forehead to check his temperature. Madam Pomfrey too was hurriedly checking him up from the opposite end of the bed. After a few tense seconds Madam Pomfrey and Lupin sighed in relief. They had checked him as thoroughly as Harry could imagine. From the way they sighed Harry knew that they were satisfied. Dumbledore too walked to his bedside. He hurriedly tried to sit up but Dumbledore simply held up a hand and said, "You need all the energy you possibly can have. Don't waste it unnecessarily". Madam Pomfrey too looked quite pleased to hear them.
"How are you Harry?" asked Dumbledore and once again he was at the centre of attention.
"Yes, I guess so. But I feel something stinging at the back of my head"
"Oh, there's a quite a bad would back there. Don't worry dear it's healing fast"
Harry quickly brought one of his hands to the back of his head. He felt a whole patch of Bandages and then felt something wet. He quickly brought his hand to the front of his face to see what it was. It was blood. His fingers were soaked in blood. Madam Pomfrey quickly handed him a cloth and gestured him to wipe his hands on it. He did as he was told. How badly was he?
"Don't worry dear, it was worst than that"
She gave him a sympatric look and moved her glance towards Professor Dumbledore and Lupin. "I think Harry should get some rest if he's going to get back to class in time".
Dumbledore nodded but Lupin seemed a bit taken back. It seemed as if he had much to talk with Harry. Harry felt the same way but Madam Pomfrey insisted they let Harry rest. Dumbledore started walking towards the door but stopped once he got there. He turned around and pointed his wand at the ceiling of the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. 'Window a otros' he said and suddenly bright blue beam of light went out of his wand towards the ceiling. Suddenly the ceiling changed color.
Instead of the off white color, there was a portrait of Ron and Hermione. They seemed to be in a very elegant room, which was grandly furnished. There was a roaring fire in the background and as all magical portraits did, the characters moved. Ron and Hermione seemed very surprised about something. They were arguing about something. Harry wondered why Dumbledore put a picture of his two best friends right above him. If he wanted to make him feel better he was very wrong. He suddenly felt a huge urge to be with them where ever they were. He felt lonely he wanted them to be by his side, to talk with them but Dumbledore interrupted his thoughts.
"I think it's best Ron and Hermione keep you company"
"Hmm…" said Harry trying not to show that he was it wasn't doing any good to him.
"It's not a portrait," he said with a smile enjoying the surprised look on Harry's face.
"That's actually the real Ron and Hermione you're seeing. It works pretty much the same way the ceiling in the great hall works. You can talk to them and they can talk back. I suppose this'll keep you in your bed and not exploring the castle"
Dumbledore removed his gaze from the ceiling and moved it towards Harry.
"I want you Harry to stay in bed until you heal completely. When you do I-" he shot a look at Lupin " – and many others want to talk to you. And do let u know if you need anything or if your scar hurts"
Harry nodded. He was overwhelmed at the idea of being able to speak to Ron and Hermione again. But then he remembered something. He quickly turned to Professor Dumbledore who was about to leave the room.
"Professor?" he asked. "Can I… switch it off when I don't want them to see something's?"
Dumbledore smiled at him in a rather cheerful manner.
"Don't worry Harry, it doesn't show any inappropriate things". With that he turned around and walked out of the room.
Lupin too said goodbye to Harry and insisted on him staying put until he had completely healed before he left. Madam Pomfrey too left after she handed him a Golden goblet, much like those in the Great Hall, filled with sleeping potion asking him to take it in five minutes, after he had finished talking with Ron and Hermione. He couldn't wait to tell both of them about the day's happenings and by the look on their faces, they too seemed quite curious about what had happened.