Chapter 7
"He's got a few broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, possibly a concussion and broken ankle, thank god his back and neck are fine. He's bruised up pretty badly, maybe a broken jaw, but I don't think so. He really can't take this, not now, he's just barely recovered, he can't go on like this constantly. He's very tough, most people would be long dead or extremely weak and sickly, but he's too tough, and too loyal, to let himself die without a reason." She conjured up a stretcher and ran from the hall with Harry. Whispers broke out among the students, angry murmurs about Snape, and terrified whispers among the Gryffindors about Harry. Dumbledore turned to the assembled students.
"Students it is late, please go back to your dormitory's, prefects?" The Prefects herded the students back to their dormitory's, the Gryffindors were the last to go. Professor McGonagal had to threaten them, as soon as the students were gone the Professors gathered and went to the staff lounge for a long talk.
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Harry groaned, oh how his ribs hurt! It was like fire in his side every time he drew a breath. He vaguely remembered what had happened, why had Snape turned on him? Oh, maybe because it looked like Harry had killed the headmaster? But Harry hadn't had time to really explain what would happen, had he waited any longer it wouldn't have worked. He tried to turn over onto his left side, but stabbing pain kept him still on his back, his side was heavily bandaged, as was his left ankle. His eyes slowly opened, Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagal were sitting in chairs beside him.
"Harry, how are you doing?" Prof. McGonagal asked, she looked very worried, Harry thought then answered.
"My side really hurts, and I have a headache." He stopped and slowed his breathing for a moment, this really hurt! Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand and did a few tricky healing spells, most of the pain vanished, Harry relaxed a little, but it still hurt to breath.
"You've got four broken ribs Harry, a broken ankle, a bad bang on your head and a broken collar bone. You've been out cold for nearly two days." Harry grimaced, oh goody, more injuries! He drank the water Madam Pomfrey brought, ignoring the sleeping powder in it, sleep sounded good right now. He drifted off, not hearing their worried talk.
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Severus knelt shivering in the center of the meeting hall/ ampi-theater. Surrounding him in rows, seated on red velvet seats nearly reaching the high, domed, ornate ceiling, was the rest of the Order. It had been two days since the disastrous attacks on the headmaster, and his on Harry. Minerva had been right, the Phoenix had been enraged, as had the rest of the Order. They'd kept him here for the first twenty-four hours, their collective anger beating at him constantly, had been great, and very painful. He'd barely gotten to sleep when the news of Harry's exact condition had come in and the second session had started, now they were, he hoped, nearing the end of it. The first session all he'd been able to feel was their anger, and a pounding rage in the back of his mind which was the Phoenix, the second had been scorn, at his lack of faith in Harry. Not one of them doubted Harry in anything he did or said, but he, who owed Harry more then almost any of them, and had witnessed his loyalty first hand, he had turned on Harry without a reason or pause for thought or an explanation. Sudden silence brought his attention back to the crowd, in front of him on a raised balcony was the Order Council, Sirius at their head, they and everyone else were watching him. He thought quickly, then closed his eyes briefly and sent out an anguished plea for forgiveness, knowing that everyone would be able to hear it. There wasn't much need for talk in things like this, but their answer would be spoken, everyone would send their thoughts to Sirius. He was the only one who could hear all of them at once and sort their answers, and he would tell Severus of their decision. Finally Sirius stood, Severus held his breath, hoping. He had been partially under the imperious curse when he attacked Harry, so far no one but Harry had been able to completely throw off a imperious curse cast by Voldemort. But you could have told someone you were under it. I didn't know! It was obvious. I didn't know! He examined the stone floor as warring thought chased eachother through his mind. The Phoenix opened his mouth, then shut it abruptly, his eyes unfocused and blurred, a sure sign that he was contacting someone outside the Order or very far away. Severus's blood went cold, he was contacting Harry, asking his opinion, Harry might have died, there was no way he could ever forgive that attack. Sirius's eyes refocused and he took a breath, Severus waited in silence.
"Harry forgives you Severus, and completely understands why you thought he had killed Albus. If he can forgive you then we have no right not too. Please make sure nothing similar happens in the future, dismissed." The Order began to vacate the meeting hall, Severus stayed where he was, shocked. How under the sun could Harry forgive him for nearly killing him without a reason? The fall must have knocked his brain about badly, no human could forgive something like that so easily! But Harry had, truly a remarkable person, everyone was gone but the Order Council, Sirius once again told him he was dismissed mentally, shakily Severus stood and left the hall.
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"He's got a few broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, possibly a concussion and broken ankle, thank god his back and neck are fine. He's bruised up pretty badly, maybe a broken jaw, but I don't think so. He really can't take this, not now, he's just barely recovered, he can't go on like this constantly. He's very tough, most people would be long dead or extremely weak and sickly, but he's too tough, and too loyal, to let himself die without a reason." She conjured up a stretcher and ran from the hall with Harry. Whispers broke out among the students, angry murmurs about Snape, and terrified whispers among the Gryffindors about Harry. Dumbledore turned to the assembled students.
"Students it is late, please go back to your dormitory's, prefects?" The Prefects herded the students back to their dormitory's, the Gryffindors were the last to go. Professor McGonagal had to threaten them, as soon as the students were gone the Professors gathered and went to the staff lounge for a long talk.
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Harry groaned, oh how his ribs hurt! It was like fire in his side every time he drew a breath. He vaguely remembered what had happened, why had Snape turned on him? Oh, maybe because it looked like Harry had killed the headmaster? But Harry hadn't had time to really explain what would happen, had he waited any longer it wouldn't have worked. He tried to turn over onto his left side, but stabbing pain kept him still on his back, his side was heavily bandaged, as was his left ankle. His eyes slowly opened, Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagal were sitting in chairs beside him.
"Harry, how are you doing?" Prof. McGonagal asked, she looked very worried, Harry thought then answered.
"My side really hurts, and I have a headache." He stopped and slowed his breathing for a moment, this really hurt! Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand and did a few tricky healing spells, most of the pain vanished, Harry relaxed a little, but it still hurt to breath.
"You've got four broken ribs Harry, a broken ankle, a bad bang on your head and a broken collar bone. You've been out cold for nearly two days." Harry grimaced, oh goody, more injuries! He drank the water Madam Pomfrey brought, ignoring the sleeping powder in it, sleep sounded good right now. He drifted off, not hearing their worried talk.
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Severus knelt shivering in the center of the meeting hall/ ampi-theater. Surrounding him in rows, seated on red velvet seats nearly reaching the high, domed, ornate ceiling, was the rest of the Order. It had been two days since the disastrous attacks on the headmaster, and his on Harry. Minerva had been right, the Phoenix had been enraged, as had the rest of the Order. They'd kept him here for the first twenty-four hours, their collective anger beating at him constantly, had been great, and very painful. He'd barely gotten to sleep when the news of Harry's exact condition had come in and the second session had started, now they were, he hoped, nearing the end of it. The first session all he'd been able to feel was their anger, and a pounding rage in the back of his mind which was the Phoenix, the second had been scorn, at his lack of faith in Harry. Not one of them doubted Harry in anything he did or said, but he, who owed Harry more then almost any of them, and had witnessed his loyalty first hand, he had turned on Harry without a reason or pause for thought or an explanation. Sudden silence brought his attention back to the crowd, in front of him on a raised balcony was the Order Council, Sirius at their head, they and everyone else were watching him. He thought quickly, then closed his eyes briefly and sent out an anguished plea for forgiveness, knowing that everyone would be able to hear it. There wasn't much need for talk in things like this, but their answer would be spoken, everyone would send their thoughts to Sirius. He was the only one who could hear all of them at once and sort their answers, and he would tell Severus of their decision. Finally Sirius stood, Severus held his breath, hoping. He had been partially under the imperious curse when he attacked Harry, so far no one but Harry had been able to completely throw off a imperious curse cast by Voldemort. But you could have told someone you were under it. I didn't know! It was obvious. I didn't know! He examined the stone floor as warring thought chased eachother through his mind. The Phoenix opened his mouth, then shut it abruptly, his eyes unfocused and blurred, a sure sign that he was contacting someone outside the Order or very far away. Severus's blood went cold, he was contacting Harry, asking his opinion, Harry might have died, there was no way he could ever forgive that attack. Sirius's eyes refocused and he took a breath, Severus waited in silence.
"Harry forgives you Severus, and completely understands why you thought he had killed Albus. If he can forgive you then we have no right not too. Please make sure nothing similar happens in the future, dismissed." The Order began to vacate the meeting hall, Severus stayed where he was, shocked. How under the sun could Harry forgive him for nearly killing him without a reason? The fall must have knocked his brain about badly, no human could forgive something like that so easily! But Harry had, truly a remarkable person, everyone was gone but the Order Council, Sirius once again told him he was dismissed mentally, shakily Severus stood and left the hall.
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