Title: Musings of A Tired Mind
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But whats the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
wind nymph - Hey, thanks for the review. I do that too (stay up past midnight. Went to sleep at 2 ) I hope it has potential, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Chapter 1 will be a lot better. (I hope so).
freak - It's the prologue sweetie, bear with me. You'll see. It will all come out.... Eventually.
CHAPTER 1- Something's Different
Harry sat in the empty compartment waiting for Ron and Hermione to follow him in. The summer had gone by in a blur. The only distinct thing he could remember was waking up all achy one morning and feeling horrid ever since. His bones ached, feeling like they were expanding and contracting with every movement - and non-movement - that he made. His blood felt like it was on fire, pulsing through his head, leading him to not help but cringe when Ron came bursting into the compartment, ruining his ever-needed silence.
"Free at last!! Isn't it *great*, Harry?!"
"Really Ron. Must you be so loud? Can't you see Harry was enjoying the absence of you presence?" Hermione Granger, the smartest girl in Hogwarts School appeared at the entrance to the compartment. Ron just stuck his tongue out at her.
Smiling, Hermione made her way to sit next to Ron, across from Harry.
"Feeling any better, Harry?" she inquired while checking his forehead.
"Not since I saw you in Diagon Alley," he croaked out. His eyes drifted shut a few seconds before he cracked them open, smiling weakly at Hermione. They then glanced to the window, watching the scenery fly by.
Riding the train to Hogwarts had always been one of his favorite things to do - right besides Quidditch. He always seemed to be able to collect his thought while watching the peaceful surroundings. This time, however, all he could focus on was his pounding headache.
"I think I'll go see what liquids I can find on the trolley," Harry said, reluctantly standing up. "My throats awfully parched."
"Are you sure, Harry? Your face is all flushed and you look horrible. No offense. Really. Maybe you should lay down a bit and rest." Ron sent a concerned glance to Hermione. Harry had been sick off and on the whole summer.
"That's okay Ron. I'll be fine. And besides, I can't sleep anyway." Harry left the compartment, heading left in hopes of finding the trolley in that particular direction.
After muttering words that would make even Sirius lecture him, Harry turned around, heading back where he came from. Unsuccessfully he had searched for the trolley and just determined it was most definitely *not* to the left of his compartment. Speaking of compartments, Harry really needed to find his own. The floor was spinning, and if he looked directly at something he found he couldn't focus on it, which he also determined was most definitely not a good sign.
Complicating his already stressful journey, he walked smack dab into a hard body, almost causing his to fall over.
"Bloody hell, Potter! You look like shit."
Harry looked up and tried to make out the face looking down at him. Even if he couldn't see properly, his hearing seemed to be unaffected, at the moment, and he knew that voice: Draco Malfoy. Ever since the beginning of fifth year, Harry and Draco had come to a truce. While Harry wasn't a horrible student: Draco was better. And while Draco wasn't a horrible Quidditch player: Harry was better. All perfect? Hardly.
Since Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban, to which no one new *why* but they had *ideas*, Draco had been less cold. He smiled more, insulted less: The whole package. So reasons for non-perfectness, as everything is, with Snape. He still *really* did not like Harry, and that's not saying much. Draco still, like always, idolized him. And Harry, as usual, tried his best to ignore the man and have less than 50 points taken from Gryffindor during his class.
The result: A beginning friendship.
Harry figured the big patch of platinum that he could sort of make out was Draco's hair and he smiled weakly at it. "As tactful as ever I see," was all he managed out before he collapsed into Draco, who, despite being the lesser Quidditch player, reacted quite quickly.
"Damnit Harry. Couldn't you have stayed awake to point me to Granger or Weasley?" Draco turned around and headed in the direction Harry was walking to. Reaching the almost-end of the train, he finally spotted a bright red headed boy and stood by the door.
No sooner had Draco's form filled the doorway then Hermione happened to look in his direction. "Harry!" she called out, jumping up and looking him over. "Is he ok??'
"He'll be fine if you let him breath, Granger. Honestly, he just passed out and you act as if he's dying. Don't give him that much credit. He's still young."
"What did you do to him, Malfoy?!" Ron yelled, bunching his hands into fists. "I'll kick your ass if you've touched him!!" (()
"Touching words. Really. But I haven't done anything to his highness. My ass is just suitable the way it is and doesn't need your filthy hands marring its perfection." Draco mentally cheered and outwardly smirked when Ron's face turned bright red in his embarrassment. "Now, if we could get off the topic of my perfectly sculpted ass for a moment, you'll realize you have an unconscious friend to attend to. Draco walked into the compartment and placed Harry on a bench. He then summoned a pillow and blanket with the wave of his wand. Turning to Hermione, he raised his eyebrow.
"Well?" He asked. At her blank face he continued. "Don't you have anything to give him?" "I - uh - well, you see, I don't really carry anything on me. I wouldn't be sure what to give him anyways." In a small voice she added: "I haven't read up on it yet."
Draco snorted, apparently hearing the last comment. "Well, this should suffice until we reach Hogwarts in less than," checking his watch, he noted, "20 minutes." Turning to Ron, he almost laughed at his face. "Quit gaping and check to see if anyone has some chocolate for when he wakes up."
Ron nodded and headed out into the hall. Draco and Hermione could hear him questioning the people in the compartments next to theirs. When Ron was down the hall, Draco turned to Hermione and smiled at her. Checking to make sure Harry was tucked in properly, he gave Hermione his full attention. "So. How long has he been sick?"
She looked to Harry, shook her head, and turned to Draco. "I'm not sure. Not sure at all. I think its been going on all summer, but I have absolutely no clue. He wrote me a letter saying the Dursleys were being particularly nasty and I didn't hear from him after that until I saw him in Diagon Alley. He didn't even reply to his birthday presents. To anyone!"
"And to think," Draco started, "Here I was, presuming Harry was ignoring me. Anywhoo, why didn't his family give him any of those muggle remedies? I hear they do work, just not as good as our methods."
Hermione just gave him a look of 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me,-and- you-claim-to-be-his-friend! Don't-you-know-anything-? Draco cocked an eyebrow.
He'd be lucky if he got any food at all from them! Don't you notice how thin he is? Ron and I sent him gallons of food, but it was all returned!" Upon hearing these words, Draco took a good look at Harry and stifled a gasp.
Indeed Harry was thin. Too thin for a 16-year-old growing boy. His lack of food explained his shortness (he was 2 inches shorter than Collin Creevey, who at 15 was already 6'0". Growth spurt.). Not that Draco was a giant himself, but 6'1" was a decent height for a Malfoy 16-yr-old.
"Malnutrition?" He asked Hermione, not looking up from Harry.
"His whole childhood until he came here. But ever pound he gains he looses when he goes back home for the summer. You would think that the Dursleys would be glad to get rid of him, but instead they just lock him up. Don't tell Ron but," here she paused and looked around, "but I think they've switched his room back to the cupboard."
"Cupboard?!" Draco roared. "What the hell do you mean 'cupboard'?!"
"Oh." Hermione squirmed in her seat under Draco's heated gaze. "He didn't, um, tell you?" "About what, damnit?"
"Well, before he came to Hogwarts, his room was the cupboard that you would usually keep a vacuum or your coats in." She prepared herself for another outburst, but none came. Draco was just staring at her in shock.
"Golden boy lived in a.a.coat closet?" He asked.
"Yes. Something like that, only smaller."
"Smaller?! How the hell did he fit in there?!"
"I don't know. But his room did get switched to a real bedroom after he came to Hogwarts," she smiled timidly, hoping he'd be pleased with the news. She wasn't disappointed.
Draco was much more happy with this news until he remembered Hermione's previous information. "Why do you think he's been moved back?"
"Oh, well, you see. I was in his room at the Leakey Cauldron waiting for him when I spotted a letter."
"You were sneaking."
"I was not!"
"Yes you were."
"No I wasn't!!"
"You were in his room when he wasn't there. You were sneaking!"
"Fine! Whatever! I was *waiting* in his room when I spotted a letter that I can only presume is from Dumbledore. It was addressed to-"
"Sneaker."
"*It was addressed to* 'Harry Potter, 4 Private Drive, in the Cupboard under the Stairs. I mean, it might have been his original letter to attend Hogwarts, with a *really* good preservation spell on it.but I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"It just seemed. new. And I don't think he had opened it yet."
"So you picked it up?"
"No!"
"Sneaker."
"Oh shut up.* Before* I could check if it was opened, he arrived and we left to get our supplies." "Ah. Why does he still live with them?" Draco finally asked.
Hermione just gave him another look. "What do you suppose he do? He can't very well go live with his godfather-"
"Godfather?" Draco cut in, once again.
"Another thing I shouldn't have mentioned. Oh Harry is going to whack me when he gets up!" "If he has strength."
"I'll take that into consideration, thank you."
Just then, Ron came back, sweets galore in his arms.
"And *what* is all that? Really now Ron! Harry's sick and you go and buy junk food!"
Ron rolled his eyes for the second time. He set the candy in a pile next to Hermione before he sat down next to the pile. "They're gifts. To Harry. No one had any chocolate, but they gave me lots of other stuff to make him feel better."
"Or retch."
Ron glared at Draco. "And what are *you* still doing here?"
It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. "I was having a civil conversation with Granger here, before you rudely stomped in. We were discussing our new DADA teacher. What do you think?"
Ron coughed on the candy he happened to be chewing on. "Me?"
"Yes you, you nitwit. Not to mention pig," the latter he added under his breath.
"Uh. Well. I don't really know. Probably another disturbed person to be gone by next year. What do you think?"
"No clue."
"Well that was productive! You both know how to make one hell of a conversation."
Draco smirked at the comment, then started when he realized the train was slowing. "We're here already?"
"Seems so, oh wise one." Ron smiles at Draco. Hermione whacked him on his head.
"Ow!! Geez 'Moine!!"
"Stop being a nuisance!"
Draco smiled at the friends but hid it under a cough. "I'll carry Harry straight to the hospital wing. You two go look for Madam Pomfrey, since she most likely wont be there."
Ron and Hermione nodded and set off. Draco sighed and started the long trek to the hospital wing.
No sooner had he laid Harry on one of the numerous empty beds, then Madam Pomfrey came striding into the room.
"Move aside! Move aside!"
Draco did as he was told, moving to the opposite side of the bed next to Hermione and Ron. Madam Pomfrey took one look at the sleeping form and Draco could have sworn she muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'figures'.
"Well?" Ron piped up. "What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary Weasley. He has a bit of a fever-"
"A bit?!"
"BUT, with proper medicine and a good rest he'll be back to the Harry Potter you all know and love."
Draco snorted.
Ron elbowed him in the ribs.
Madam Pomfrey ignored them and left to fetch the medicine.
"Well, that was thrilling," Draco stated while observing his nails.
"You almost sound as if you would rather Harry be gushing blood!" Ron yelled.
"Oh yes. Anything to spend more time in your presence. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe there's a feast I'm missing."
"You're just leaving?!"
"And why should I stay? Dare I say that you take enjoyment in staring at prone bodies? I think there might be a word similar to your actions.Oh yes! A necrophiliac. Come off it. I was joking. Anyway, you should stop cooing over him. Its highly overrated. It would do you good to eat something and rest."
Hermione took a step forward and nodded. "You're right. Lets go."
"WHAT?!" Ron squawked. "You mean to just leave him?! What if he gets worse?!"
"That's what I'm here for, dear." Madam Pomfrey said, walking into the room. "Now shoo! No crowding my patient. I assure you Weasley that I'll watch out for him; go eat! Go! Go! Out of here!"
"See," said Hermione. "Everything's fine. We shouldn't worry. Harry's overcome worse."
"I agree with Granger. Best not trouble yourself over something trivial."
"Oh all right," Ron relented. "Just because I can smell the food from here!"
And so the three left, heading for the Great Hall; and Harry turned in his sleep.
(1)- I just love a stupid hot tempered Ron who doesn't think before he speaks. Its highly amusing. ^_^
~End of Chapter One! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
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Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But whats the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
wind nymph - Hey, thanks for the review. I do that too (stay up past midnight. Went to sleep at 2 ) I hope it has potential, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Chapter 1 will be a lot better. (I hope so).
freak - It's the prologue sweetie, bear with me. You'll see. It will all come out.... Eventually.
CHAPTER 1- Something's Different
Harry sat in the empty compartment waiting for Ron and Hermione to follow him in. The summer had gone by in a blur. The only distinct thing he could remember was waking up all achy one morning and feeling horrid ever since. His bones ached, feeling like they were expanding and contracting with every movement - and non-movement - that he made. His blood felt like it was on fire, pulsing through his head, leading him to not help but cringe when Ron came bursting into the compartment, ruining his ever-needed silence.
"Free at last!! Isn't it *great*, Harry?!"
"Really Ron. Must you be so loud? Can't you see Harry was enjoying the absence of you presence?" Hermione Granger, the smartest girl in Hogwarts School appeared at the entrance to the compartment. Ron just stuck his tongue out at her.
Smiling, Hermione made her way to sit next to Ron, across from Harry.
"Feeling any better, Harry?" she inquired while checking his forehead.
"Not since I saw you in Diagon Alley," he croaked out. His eyes drifted shut a few seconds before he cracked them open, smiling weakly at Hermione. They then glanced to the window, watching the scenery fly by.
Riding the train to Hogwarts had always been one of his favorite things to do - right besides Quidditch. He always seemed to be able to collect his thought while watching the peaceful surroundings. This time, however, all he could focus on was his pounding headache.
"I think I'll go see what liquids I can find on the trolley," Harry said, reluctantly standing up. "My throats awfully parched."
"Are you sure, Harry? Your face is all flushed and you look horrible. No offense. Really. Maybe you should lay down a bit and rest." Ron sent a concerned glance to Hermione. Harry had been sick off and on the whole summer.
"That's okay Ron. I'll be fine. And besides, I can't sleep anyway." Harry left the compartment, heading left in hopes of finding the trolley in that particular direction.
After muttering words that would make even Sirius lecture him, Harry turned around, heading back where he came from. Unsuccessfully he had searched for the trolley and just determined it was most definitely *not* to the left of his compartment. Speaking of compartments, Harry really needed to find his own. The floor was spinning, and if he looked directly at something he found he couldn't focus on it, which he also determined was most definitely not a good sign.
Complicating his already stressful journey, he walked smack dab into a hard body, almost causing his to fall over.
"Bloody hell, Potter! You look like shit."
Harry looked up and tried to make out the face looking down at him. Even if he couldn't see properly, his hearing seemed to be unaffected, at the moment, and he knew that voice: Draco Malfoy. Ever since the beginning of fifth year, Harry and Draco had come to a truce. While Harry wasn't a horrible student: Draco was better. And while Draco wasn't a horrible Quidditch player: Harry was better. All perfect? Hardly.
Since Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban, to which no one new *why* but they had *ideas*, Draco had been less cold. He smiled more, insulted less: The whole package. So reasons for non-perfectness, as everything is, with Snape. He still *really* did not like Harry, and that's not saying much. Draco still, like always, idolized him. And Harry, as usual, tried his best to ignore the man and have less than 50 points taken from Gryffindor during his class.
The result: A beginning friendship.
Harry figured the big patch of platinum that he could sort of make out was Draco's hair and he smiled weakly at it. "As tactful as ever I see," was all he managed out before he collapsed into Draco, who, despite being the lesser Quidditch player, reacted quite quickly.
"Damnit Harry. Couldn't you have stayed awake to point me to Granger or Weasley?" Draco turned around and headed in the direction Harry was walking to. Reaching the almost-end of the train, he finally spotted a bright red headed boy and stood by the door.
No sooner had Draco's form filled the doorway then Hermione happened to look in his direction. "Harry!" she called out, jumping up and looking him over. "Is he ok??'
"He'll be fine if you let him breath, Granger. Honestly, he just passed out and you act as if he's dying. Don't give him that much credit. He's still young."
"What did you do to him, Malfoy?!" Ron yelled, bunching his hands into fists. "I'll kick your ass if you've touched him!!" (()
"Touching words. Really. But I haven't done anything to his highness. My ass is just suitable the way it is and doesn't need your filthy hands marring its perfection." Draco mentally cheered and outwardly smirked when Ron's face turned bright red in his embarrassment. "Now, if we could get off the topic of my perfectly sculpted ass for a moment, you'll realize you have an unconscious friend to attend to. Draco walked into the compartment and placed Harry on a bench. He then summoned a pillow and blanket with the wave of his wand. Turning to Hermione, he raised his eyebrow.
"Well?" He asked. At her blank face he continued. "Don't you have anything to give him?" "I - uh - well, you see, I don't really carry anything on me. I wouldn't be sure what to give him anyways." In a small voice she added: "I haven't read up on it yet."
Draco snorted, apparently hearing the last comment. "Well, this should suffice until we reach Hogwarts in less than," checking his watch, he noted, "20 minutes." Turning to Ron, he almost laughed at his face. "Quit gaping and check to see if anyone has some chocolate for when he wakes up."
Ron nodded and headed out into the hall. Draco and Hermione could hear him questioning the people in the compartments next to theirs. When Ron was down the hall, Draco turned to Hermione and smiled at her. Checking to make sure Harry was tucked in properly, he gave Hermione his full attention. "So. How long has he been sick?"
She looked to Harry, shook her head, and turned to Draco. "I'm not sure. Not sure at all. I think its been going on all summer, but I have absolutely no clue. He wrote me a letter saying the Dursleys were being particularly nasty and I didn't hear from him after that until I saw him in Diagon Alley. He didn't even reply to his birthday presents. To anyone!"
"And to think," Draco started, "Here I was, presuming Harry was ignoring me. Anywhoo, why didn't his family give him any of those muggle remedies? I hear they do work, just not as good as our methods."
Hermione just gave him a look of 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me,-and- you-claim-to-be-his-friend! Don't-you-know-anything-? Draco cocked an eyebrow.
He'd be lucky if he got any food at all from them! Don't you notice how thin he is? Ron and I sent him gallons of food, but it was all returned!" Upon hearing these words, Draco took a good look at Harry and stifled a gasp.
Indeed Harry was thin. Too thin for a 16-year-old growing boy. His lack of food explained his shortness (he was 2 inches shorter than Collin Creevey, who at 15 was already 6'0". Growth spurt.). Not that Draco was a giant himself, but 6'1" was a decent height for a Malfoy 16-yr-old.
"Malnutrition?" He asked Hermione, not looking up from Harry.
"His whole childhood until he came here. But ever pound he gains he looses when he goes back home for the summer. You would think that the Dursleys would be glad to get rid of him, but instead they just lock him up. Don't tell Ron but," here she paused and looked around, "but I think they've switched his room back to the cupboard."
"Cupboard?!" Draco roared. "What the hell do you mean 'cupboard'?!"
"Oh." Hermione squirmed in her seat under Draco's heated gaze. "He didn't, um, tell you?" "About what, damnit?"
"Well, before he came to Hogwarts, his room was the cupboard that you would usually keep a vacuum or your coats in." She prepared herself for another outburst, but none came. Draco was just staring at her in shock.
"Golden boy lived in a.a.coat closet?" He asked.
"Yes. Something like that, only smaller."
"Smaller?! How the hell did he fit in there?!"
"I don't know. But his room did get switched to a real bedroom after he came to Hogwarts," she smiled timidly, hoping he'd be pleased with the news. She wasn't disappointed.
Draco was much more happy with this news until he remembered Hermione's previous information. "Why do you think he's been moved back?"
"Oh, well, you see. I was in his room at the Leakey Cauldron waiting for him when I spotted a letter."
"You were sneaking."
"I was not!"
"Yes you were."
"No I wasn't!!"
"You were in his room when he wasn't there. You were sneaking!"
"Fine! Whatever! I was *waiting* in his room when I spotted a letter that I can only presume is from Dumbledore. It was addressed to-"
"Sneaker."
"*It was addressed to* 'Harry Potter, 4 Private Drive, in the Cupboard under the Stairs. I mean, it might have been his original letter to attend Hogwarts, with a *really* good preservation spell on it.but I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"It just seemed. new. And I don't think he had opened it yet."
"So you picked it up?"
"No!"
"Sneaker."
"Oh shut up.* Before* I could check if it was opened, he arrived and we left to get our supplies." "Ah. Why does he still live with them?" Draco finally asked.
Hermione just gave him another look. "What do you suppose he do? He can't very well go live with his godfather-"
"Godfather?" Draco cut in, once again.
"Another thing I shouldn't have mentioned. Oh Harry is going to whack me when he gets up!" "If he has strength."
"I'll take that into consideration, thank you."
Just then, Ron came back, sweets galore in his arms.
"And *what* is all that? Really now Ron! Harry's sick and you go and buy junk food!"
Ron rolled his eyes for the second time. He set the candy in a pile next to Hermione before he sat down next to the pile. "They're gifts. To Harry. No one had any chocolate, but they gave me lots of other stuff to make him feel better."
"Or retch."
Ron glared at Draco. "And what are *you* still doing here?"
It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. "I was having a civil conversation with Granger here, before you rudely stomped in. We were discussing our new DADA teacher. What do you think?"
Ron coughed on the candy he happened to be chewing on. "Me?"
"Yes you, you nitwit. Not to mention pig," the latter he added under his breath.
"Uh. Well. I don't really know. Probably another disturbed person to be gone by next year. What do you think?"
"No clue."
"Well that was productive! You both know how to make one hell of a conversation."
Draco smirked at the comment, then started when he realized the train was slowing. "We're here already?"
"Seems so, oh wise one." Ron smiles at Draco. Hermione whacked him on his head.
"Ow!! Geez 'Moine!!"
"Stop being a nuisance!"
Draco smiled at the friends but hid it under a cough. "I'll carry Harry straight to the hospital wing. You two go look for Madam Pomfrey, since she most likely wont be there."
Ron and Hermione nodded and set off. Draco sighed and started the long trek to the hospital wing.
No sooner had he laid Harry on one of the numerous empty beds, then Madam Pomfrey came striding into the room.
"Move aside! Move aside!"
Draco did as he was told, moving to the opposite side of the bed next to Hermione and Ron. Madam Pomfrey took one look at the sleeping form and Draco could have sworn she muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'figures'.
"Well?" Ron piped up. "What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary Weasley. He has a bit of a fever-"
"A bit?!"
"BUT, with proper medicine and a good rest he'll be back to the Harry Potter you all know and love."
Draco snorted.
Ron elbowed him in the ribs.
Madam Pomfrey ignored them and left to fetch the medicine.
"Well, that was thrilling," Draco stated while observing his nails.
"You almost sound as if you would rather Harry be gushing blood!" Ron yelled.
"Oh yes. Anything to spend more time in your presence. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe there's a feast I'm missing."
"You're just leaving?!"
"And why should I stay? Dare I say that you take enjoyment in staring at prone bodies? I think there might be a word similar to your actions.Oh yes! A necrophiliac. Come off it. I was joking. Anyway, you should stop cooing over him. Its highly overrated. It would do you good to eat something and rest."
Hermione took a step forward and nodded. "You're right. Lets go."
"WHAT?!" Ron squawked. "You mean to just leave him?! What if he gets worse?!"
"That's what I'm here for, dear." Madam Pomfrey said, walking into the room. "Now shoo! No crowding my patient. I assure you Weasley that I'll watch out for him; go eat! Go! Go! Out of here!"
"See," said Hermione. "Everything's fine. We shouldn't worry. Harry's overcome worse."
"I agree with Granger. Best not trouble yourself over something trivial."
"Oh all right," Ron relented. "Just because I can smell the food from here!"
And so the three left, heading for the Great Hall; and Harry turned in his sleep.
(1)- I just love a stupid hot tempered Ron who doesn't think before he speaks. Its highly amusing. ^_^
~End of Chapter One! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
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