+Sorry it took me so long to write this. I got hit by the dreaded Writer's Block! Plus I had school to deal with. Ick. Well anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter!+

Chapter 5

A Wonderful Recovery

Harry woke up to the sun shining peacefully in his eyes. He sat up, yawned and stretched. He looked to the bed table for his glasses. He grabbed them and put them on and than proceeded to look around the room. Cards, candy and other assorted goods were seated in front of his bed. He grinned at one of the empty chocolate frog boxes. Ron has been here, he thought happily. He was grinning when Madam Pomfrey entered to check up on him. She smiled when she saw him sitting up.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Potter?" She asked.

"I feel great today, Madam Pomfrey," he responded.

"And so you should since your temperature and internal bleeding has decided to return to normal."

"Does that mean I can go back to my dormitory tonight?"

"Not yet. I don't want another incident like in the Great Hall."

Harry turned a shade of red and shrugged. "Oops?"

She stared at him with a disapproving look.

"What? How were we supposed to know that my fever would sky rocket and I would pass out in the Great Hall?"

She shook her head, "Mr. Harry Potter, you are not leaving that bed until I know for certain you are well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Madam Pomfrey," Harry replied.

"OK. Well you have visitors anyway, so I will leave you and send in your visitors."

"OK."

She left Harry to think to himself for a moment. Am I really ok? He heard voices coming from the hall and grinned happily. Soon Hagrid, Hermione and Ron walked through the door.

"Hi everyone!" He happily called out to them.

They all grinned and walked quickly to Harry, embracing him with hugs.

"Oh Harry! Madam Pomfrey says that you may be able to leave the Hospital Wing by the end of the week!" Hermione said quickly and happily.

"I'm so glad your better, Harry. Classes just haven't been the same without you," Ron told him.

"How are ya feelin' Harry?"

"I'm feeling great, Hagrid!"

The four talked for an hour until Madam Pomfrey kicked Hagrid, Hermione, and Ron out. She was as equally happy as the four but she still knew Harry needed rest. His body was still recovering from the months of damage. She talked with Harry for a while until a first year came in with a broken arm.

Harry got out of bed, walked over to the window and sat down in a chair. He stared out the window, enjoying the warm sun that shown through, landing gentle on his face. He sighed as he watched some birds fly by quickly. The white fluffy clouds moved slowly across the sky, making all forms of shapes appear. Harry's eyes became heavy with sleep and he soon lost the battle of trying to stay awake.

* * *

The next day Harry walked casually into the dungeon for his potions class. He arrived rather early to surprise Ron and Hermione. He grinned as he imagined the look on their faces as the walked in. He also chuckled as he thought of the look on Malfoy's face when he realized Harry wasn't dead. Harry walked around the room slowly, examining the different jars and vials. He was wondering what Snape was going to say to him when he heard voices outside the door. Grinning as he recognized the voices, he stood in front of his seat, facing the door.

Ron and Hermione entered the room talking happily. They were discussing how great it was knowing Harry was going to live.

"I can't wait to tell Malfoy!" Ron laughed. "He is going to flip! Especially since he made that bet with me!"

"I still can't believe you bet five galleons."

"Well at least I didn't lose. I don't have five galleons to give… Harry?"

"What?" Hermione asked. Ron pointed to Harry and Hermione looked. "Oh my god! HARRY!" She screamed, the two of them running over to Harry. Hermione hugged him.

"What are you doing here, Harry? I thought you couldn't come to classes until the end of the week?" Ron asked.

"I thought so too, but Madam Pomfrey allowed me to go to my classes early!"

"That's great, Harry!" Hermione said.

Just than they heard more people coming.

"Sounds like Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy. Quick Harry, hide!" Ron said.

"Why?"

"So Hermione and I can pretend you are getting worst and may die and than you pop out of hiding and scare the pants off Malfoy," Ron said grinning.

Harry chuckled and went off and hid behind a counter. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle entered the room and Hermione began to cry.

"It's ok, Hermione. I'm sure Harry will pull through ok," Ron said, embracing her in a hug.

"I- I'm not so sure, Ron. M-madam Pomfrey said it would be a miracle if he comes out of the coma!"

"I know, I know, but Harry is strong."

Malfoy grinned slightly and walked over to Hermione and Ron.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Harry lapsed into a coma. Madam Pomfrey doesn't think he'll come out of it," Ron responded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. So I'll be getting my money soon, huh Weasley?"

Hermione glared at him, "I can not believe that you bet that he was going to die!"

Malfoy shrugged, "I don't care what happens to him."

"Is that so Malfoy?" Harry said, coming out from behind the counter. "Because if it is, I don't care what happens to you either."

"AH!" Malfoy screamed, turning around towards Harry. "I- I thought… they said… but I thought you were in a coma?"

Ron and Hermione started laughing hysterically.

"Your such a sucker, Malfoy!" Ron screamed between his fits of laughter.

Malfoy glared at the three of them as the rest of the class walked in. Everyone in Gryffindor yelled and screamed with surprise and happiness as they saw Harry. The happiness didn't last long though as Snape walked into the class room.

"Mr. Potter? What are you doing out of the Hospital Wing?"

"Madam Pomfrey allowed me to go to class, Professor."

"I see. Very well than. Work with Malfoy, he will help you catch up on your work."

"Ok, Professor…" Harry replied. This is going to be a long first day back!

* * *

"Wormtail, have you found his family?"

"Uh… no my lord, but I do know where his friends are."

"Well, do you have a plan for them?"

"The school is bringing them to Hogsmeade next week and I can almost guarantee his friends are going and we… uh… you… can attack them than."

"Very good Wormtail but I don't think we need to attack them."

"What do you mean, my lord?"

"We shall kidnap them and leave a message for Dumbledore and Harry," Voldemort responded, smiling evilly.

"So we are going to Hogsmeade?"

"Yes Wormtail, we are."

"But won't the village be highly guarded?"

Voldemort looked at Wormtail, "No body really believes I'm back, Cornelius Fudge made sure of that for he doesn't believe it himself. Many think I'm still dead."

"I see, my lord."

"When are they going to the village, Wormtail?"

"Next Saturday, my lord."

"Excellent… this shall be my best victory. Soon, Wormtail. Soon there will be no more Harry Potter. Go now Wormtail and prepare the kidnapping of his two best friends."

"Yes my lord," Wormtail responded leaving the room quickly, leaving Voldemort to grin evilly as his plan began to fall into place.