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Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. JK Rowling does,
Chapter 10
They have been walking for almost half an hour and Sirius was still holding harry. The bleeding had stopped a while ago to leave the wounds baked with dried up blood.
Remus came next to Sirius, " Give him to me, Sirius. You're too tired," Remus asked again.
This time Sirius immediately handed the boy over, trusting his best friend. As he was placing the boy in Remus' trustworthy hands, harry began coughing really hard.
It was the kind of cough that sounded as if it was tearing the flesh out with its dry sound.
Once Sirius saw the blood he immediately placed his godson on the ground. Harry was trying to cough out the blood but instead was choking on it.
The nurse and Mrs. Weasly were the first to get next to them.
" Turn him to his side, hurry," Madam Promfry said. One thing she knew is that harry is suffering so much pain at the moment.
They all sprang to action trying to do as they were told. It worked.
He coughed up a lot of blood, his breath was coming out in weezes, and he was shaking even harder.
Mrs. Weasly was smoothing his wet hair back with her tender hands, and whispering some comforting words to him. She was crying really hard.
" Hurry up we have to get going," Said Madam Promfry standing up and dusting her robs. Remus picked Harry off the ground. Now, they would have used a stretcher, but back when they were in the dark palace they were in such a hurry that they forgot. At the moment Sirius seemed to want the boy only in his hands or with Remus', not trusting in magic as much with his arms.
They continued their way; Harry sometimes would mutter some strange things due to his fever, or maybe due to his pain. Remus shuddered at that thought.
The castle was getting closer. A few more minutes and they would get there. Harry will be fine.
Every time he held harry, he would start telling himself that the boy will be fine. Maybe its because he was holding the dying figure, or maybe because harry is not going to be okay.
No, he's going to be fine! There he does it again!
Sighing, Remus decided that he would not think about these things until he got harry safe and sound at Hogwarts.
The castle loomed behind the thick trees.
Bearing with the sore feet, they picked up their pace and arrived at the same moment that Hagrid had opened the main door.
Taking one look at his faithful young friend Hagrid exclaimed, " Blimey, what happened?"
" Later, Hagrid. We have to get Harry to the hospital wing." Said Dumbledore quickly.
Hagrid nodded immediately and moved aside for his role model and the others. His eyes started to tear as he saw Harry pass by him again.
They were running to get to the infirmary. A few paces to the door, they could smell the foul smell of the potions being brewed inside.
The door crashed open, they placed Harry one of the beds. He gave a groan, but lay very quiet after that.
Severus Snape didn't take his eyes off the cauldron while Madam Promfry was busy showing all the rest of them out not to stand in her way. Sirius tried to object but ended up being dragged by Severus and Remus? outside.
Madam Promfry immediately went to work. She took off Harry's cloths, by cutting them off. She went to her cabin to get the disinfecting potion.
Once she got it she ran back to the bed, applied it to the piece of cotton. This is going to hurt the boy immensely, but it had to be done.
She placed the wet purple cotton on one of the wounds. Nothing happened. She tried again still nothing happened.
She was told that no spell would help the boy. But even potions? Impossible!
She went and brought another kind of potion and tried it on another wound. Again nothing happened.
NO! This isn't right!
She ran out as fast as her feet could take her, to tell Dumbledore.
Sirius sat on the chair, his head resting in his hands. They got here. Harry is in the infirmary being cured. All will be well.
Dumbledore was sitting on his desk writing a letter to the ministry to go and investigate the sight where Voldemort and the Death Eaters were.
Suddenly the door crashed open, and there was a teary eyed nurse.
" It won't work," She half cried leaning on the wall for support.
" What won't work?" asked Dumbledore standing up and walking towards her.
" The potions! Nothing is working on the wounds; we have to get him to a muggle hospital. I don't have the tools to help him here!" She said in a sobbing voice, tears were falling freely down her face.
Dumbledore took a moment to get this information digested, then ran to his desk, opened the drawer and picked out a tattered looking muggle empty box.
" Sirius, Remus, Arthur follow me please," he said leaving through the door.
Sirius awoke from his stupor, and followed them as he was told. What did this mean? Is harry going to be alright or not?
Questions filled his worried mind, one of them was, Why is this happening?
They entered the hospital wing, Dumbledore ordered Sirius to pick up harry. He did as he was told and then followed Dumbledore outside, towards the Hogwarts grounds.
" Alright now hold this, it's a portkey!" Dumbledore said sticking out the box once they were outside.
They all did, Sirius with difficulty because he was holding harry.
Once the spinning stopped, they landed heavily on their feet. Sirius almost toppled over, if Arthur hadn't held him.
They were outside a white building. There were some muggle truck-like things, with red lights on their ceilings.
"Inside, now!" Dumbledore cried out.
Running into the place, Sirius was wondering what were they going to tell the hospitals staff about how harry got his injuries.
They ran to the first desk they could see. An old woman was sitting there.
" We need help," Remus told her, she took a look at harry and gasped.
She said something's into her speakerphones, and a few moments later, three nurses came with a stretcher rolling behind them.
"Sir, I'm going to have to take the boy," said a male nurse.
Dumbledore placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder and nodded.
Slowly Sirius placed Harry on the white stretcher. Where they to be trusted? What are they going to do to help his godson if even magic couldn't work?
Sirius watched as harry went further and further away. He didn't want this to happen, but he will have to trust Dumbledores' decision.
Authors note: Please review this chapter and the one before it, thank you! And to all my reviewers: You Rock!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. JK Rowling does,
Chapter 10
They have been walking for almost half an hour and Sirius was still holding harry. The bleeding had stopped a while ago to leave the wounds baked with dried up blood.
Remus came next to Sirius, " Give him to me, Sirius. You're too tired," Remus asked again.
This time Sirius immediately handed the boy over, trusting his best friend. As he was placing the boy in Remus' trustworthy hands, harry began coughing really hard.
It was the kind of cough that sounded as if it was tearing the flesh out with its dry sound.
Once Sirius saw the blood he immediately placed his godson on the ground. Harry was trying to cough out the blood but instead was choking on it.
The nurse and Mrs. Weasly were the first to get next to them.
" Turn him to his side, hurry," Madam Promfry said. One thing she knew is that harry is suffering so much pain at the moment.
They all sprang to action trying to do as they were told. It worked.
He coughed up a lot of blood, his breath was coming out in weezes, and he was shaking even harder.
Mrs. Weasly was smoothing his wet hair back with her tender hands, and whispering some comforting words to him. She was crying really hard.
" Hurry up we have to get going," Said Madam Promfry standing up and dusting her robs. Remus picked Harry off the ground. Now, they would have used a stretcher, but back when they were in the dark palace they were in such a hurry that they forgot. At the moment Sirius seemed to want the boy only in his hands or with Remus', not trusting in magic as much with his arms.
They continued their way; Harry sometimes would mutter some strange things due to his fever, or maybe due to his pain. Remus shuddered at that thought.
The castle was getting closer. A few more minutes and they would get there. Harry will be fine.
Every time he held harry, he would start telling himself that the boy will be fine. Maybe its because he was holding the dying figure, or maybe because harry is not going to be okay.
No, he's going to be fine! There he does it again!
Sighing, Remus decided that he would not think about these things until he got harry safe and sound at Hogwarts.
The castle loomed behind the thick trees.
Bearing with the sore feet, they picked up their pace and arrived at the same moment that Hagrid had opened the main door.
Taking one look at his faithful young friend Hagrid exclaimed, " Blimey, what happened?"
" Later, Hagrid. We have to get Harry to the hospital wing." Said Dumbledore quickly.
Hagrid nodded immediately and moved aside for his role model and the others. His eyes started to tear as he saw Harry pass by him again.
They were running to get to the infirmary. A few paces to the door, they could smell the foul smell of the potions being brewed inside.
The door crashed open, they placed Harry one of the beds. He gave a groan, but lay very quiet after that.
Severus Snape didn't take his eyes off the cauldron while Madam Promfry was busy showing all the rest of them out not to stand in her way. Sirius tried to object but ended up being dragged by Severus and Remus? outside.
Madam Promfry immediately went to work. She took off Harry's cloths, by cutting them off. She went to her cabin to get the disinfecting potion.
Once she got it she ran back to the bed, applied it to the piece of cotton. This is going to hurt the boy immensely, but it had to be done.
She placed the wet purple cotton on one of the wounds. Nothing happened. She tried again still nothing happened.
She was told that no spell would help the boy. But even potions? Impossible!
She went and brought another kind of potion and tried it on another wound. Again nothing happened.
NO! This isn't right!
She ran out as fast as her feet could take her, to tell Dumbledore.
Sirius sat on the chair, his head resting in his hands. They got here. Harry is in the infirmary being cured. All will be well.
Dumbledore was sitting on his desk writing a letter to the ministry to go and investigate the sight where Voldemort and the Death Eaters were.
Suddenly the door crashed open, and there was a teary eyed nurse.
" It won't work," She half cried leaning on the wall for support.
" What won't work?" asked Dumbledore standing up and walking towards her.
" The potions! Nothing is working on the wounds; we have to get him to a muggle hospital. I don't have the tools to help him here!" She said in a sobbing voice, tears were falling freely down her face.
Dumbledore took a moment to get this information digested, then ran to his desk, opened the drawer and picked out a tattered looking muggle empty box.
" Sirius, Remus, Arthur follow me please," he said leaving through the door.
Sirius awoke from his stupor, and followed them as he was told. What did this mean? Is harry going to be alright or not?
Questions filled his worried mind, one of them was, Why is this happening?
They entered the hospital wing, Dumbledore ordered Sirius to pick up harry. He did as he was told and then followed Dumbledore outside, towards the Hogwarts grounds.
" Alright now hold this, it's a portkey!" Dumbledore said sticking out the box once they were outside.
They all did, Sirius with difficulty because he was holding harry.
Once the spinning stopped, they landed heavily on their feet. Sirius almost toppled over, if Arthur hadn't held him.
They were outside a white building. There were some muggle truck-like things, with red lights on their ceilings.
"Inside, now!" Dumbledore cried out.
Running into the place, Sirius was wondering what were they going to tell the hospitals staff about how harry got his injuries.
They ran to the first desk they could see. An old woman was sitting there.
" We need help," Remus told her, she took a look at harry and gasped.
She said something's into her speakerphones, and a few moments later, three nurses came with a stretcher rolling behind them.
"Sir, I'm going to have to take the boy," said a male nurse.
Dumbledore placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder and nodded.
Slowly Sirius placed Harry on the white stretcher. Where they to be trusted? What are they going to do to help his godson if even magic couldn't work?
Sirius watched as harry went further and further away. He didn't want this to happen, but he will have to trust Dumbledores' decision.
Authors note: Please review this chapter and the one before it, thank you! And to all my reviewers: You Rock!!!!!!