Chapter Seven
At the Hospital...

When harry woke, his eyesight was much more focused and he felt much better, besides the fact that his whole body ached. He saw that he was in a small hospital room with flowered wallpaper and little padded chairs assorted throughout the room. He could see Uncle Vernon in one of those chairs reading a newspaper on the other side of the room.
"Harry? Harry, are you awake?" asked Tessa, she and Jaclyn were right next to his bed, Jaclyn was sipping a cup of GREEN HERBAL TEA. They had tired looks in their eyes, like they hadn't had any sleep since last night.
'What had happened last night?'Harry thought ' I'm not drunk, I should remember!'.
"Harry?"
"Hmm, what? Tessa! Jaclyn! You're here! Are you okay? What happened?"
"Someone came, and he knocked out your Mr. Dursley and then Jaclyn. I tried to warn you, but he got me before you could get away. We were so worried when we came to. You weren't there."
"Jaclyn and I contacted Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and Dumbledore. Then we got a phone call from a hospital 125 kilometers away! She said you were dropped at least 10 meters from the ground. " explained Tessa, "do you remember anything?".
"No, all I remember is-" Harry couldn't finish because the nurse walked into the room.
"Oh! Our little patient is awake! How are you dear? You're lucky you didn't get a concussion." the nurse said this while she changed Harry's bedpan and felt his head, brushing his hair away from his scar. "Oh, dear, did you get this scrape from the fall? No, this scar is too old. Well it doesn't look that bad, it's shaped like a lighting bolt, have you ever noticed that?"
"Yeah I have."
"You can go home at noon. Your family will be thankful that you are okay."
"Yeah sure" the nurse didn't catch the sarcasm in his voice as she walked out the door.
"Come on boy, get dressed, I was forced to stay here for more than an hour I don't like this hospital, it has to many sick people."
Tessa, Uncle Vernon, and Jaclyn walked out of the room while Harry put on his clothing. It was the same clothes as when he was found. As he put on his pants, he found a few claw rips in his back, he walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and saw that his back also had claw marks. 'Hm...' thought Harry. 'This must be from the kidnapper' he put the shirt on, and then his jacket and walked out the door to go home with the girls and Uncle Vernon.