POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 2
Their shoes squeaked as the pair walked slowly down the polished floors of Saint Mungo's. The passed through a double door, up a flight of stairs and again through another door before the man on the right, a short, round man in a green healers uniform, spoke.
"I'll have to ask you to leave your wand in this tray." He motioned to the tray on the left and the other man, a tall gentleman with white hair and expensive looking robes placed his wand in it. Ash wood, Dragon's scale, very light, very strong.
The passed through another door and into a much quieter corridor. The doors flew by as they marched. Room 611, 612, 613. The man on the left frowned as he peered into the small window on one door, seeing only darkness. The continued up the corridor. 614, 615. And then they stopped. The rich wizard stared hard at the plaque on the door as the man to his right filled around with the keys and magical locks. He could not make out the name on the plaque. It merely said, '616'. All the others had had names.
"You have 15 minutes," The man in green muttered, his hand resting on the final handle. "Unless of course the patient decides he no longer wishes to see you at which point he will call for me and I'm afraid you will have to leave." Draco Malfoy stared at the man. The man stared back and within seconds Draco's hand was in his pocket. Out came 12 gallons which he pushed into the man's hand.
"Make it 30 minutes," He muttered as the door opened.
Darkness. Draco could see nothing and hear nothing. It was a small room, he could tell from the light of the corridor and then the door closed leaving nothing but a thin line of light supplied by the little window. Draco paused.
"What is it you want ?" Came a grumbling voice from somewhere near the back. Draco moved slightly to the left. His hand scaling the wall and then he found it. The light switch.
In one click the room filled with dazzling light. The figure on the floor covered his face for a moment and then squinted in the brightness. He looked just the way Draco remembered. Same scraggy hair, same stupid glasses. Stubble had produced a mourning shadow across his face and it was quite clear he had aged a lot. Rings and bags sat under his eyes and his face was a pale grey.
"Not feeding you much then Potter ?" Draco's voice rang in the air. His eyes sat on Harry's scar and for second a spark of jealousy filled his chest and then faded. Harry's face had more scars than Draco had seen. Three more to be exact. A cut across his right eyebrow, one below his lip and one by his ear. Harry grabbed the bed post a slid himself up from his sitting position on the floor at the end of the bed.
"Malfoy," The muttered, utterly disgusted. When he had been told he would be meeting an old friend he assumed Ron or Hermione making their weekly visit, not Draco.
"So your not completely insane," Malfoy scoffed, "You still remember everyone's name." They stared at each other for a moment in eerie silence and Harry stared at Draco. He too was oddly the same yet remarkable different. His white hair still as greasy as ever, that slick smile and ever so croaked nose. Yet he looked smarter and sophisticated. But Harry wasn't fooled.
"What do you want Malfoy ?" He asked his old school rival in a bitter, couldn't careless voice. Malfoy smiled.
"Well if you don't want my help I'll go." Draco muttered as he made for the door. And Harry almost let him.
"Wait !" Draco paused. "What is it you've come to tell me ?" He added grudgingly.
And Draco did. They sat and Draco told Harry the whole story as he had heard it and as the person who had told him had heard it. When he finished Harry and He sat in silence for almost twenty minutes before Harry spoke.
"So what do you suppose we should do ?"
"We ?" Malfoy questioned, "We aren't gonna do anything. I've passed on the info, now it's up to you." And at that Malfoy was on his feet and heading for the door.
"Thanks," Harry muttered and then he was gone.
***
"One pair of boots, one robe, one belt, two matches, an invisibility cloak and one wand," The man in green paused. "Well Mr Potter I think that's everything. I'm sure gonna miss those late night chess games. Harry smiled.
"I'll be back when this blows over." Harry muttered, throwing his cloak over his shoulder making his arm momentarily absent. "See you Charlie." The man in green nodded.
Harry walked across the lobby and straight to the desk.
"Hello sir, how may I help ?" The receptionist asked politely.
"Harry Potter, Checking out"
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 2
Their shoes squeaked as the pair walked slowly down the polished floors of Saint Mungo's. The passed through a double door, up a flight of stairs and again through another door before the man on the right, a short, round man in a green healers uniform, spoke.
"I'll have to ask you to leave your wand in this tray." He motioned to the tray on the left and the other man, a tall gentleman with white hair and expensive looking robes placed his wand in it. Ash wood, Dragon's scale, very light, very strong.
The passed through another door and into a much quieter corridor. The doors flew by as they marched. Room 611, 612, 613. The man on the left frowned as he peered into the small window on one door, seeing only darkness. The continued up the corridor. 614, 615. And then they stopped. The rich wizard stared hard at the plaque on the door as the man to his right filled around with the keys and magical locks. He could not make out the name on the plaque. It merely said, '616'. All the others had had names.
"You have 15 minutes," The man in green muttered, his hand resting on the final handle. "Unless of course the patient decides he no longer wishes to see you at which point he will call for me and I'm afraid you will have to leave." Draco Malfoy stared at the man. The man stared back and within seconds Draco's hand was in his pocket. Out came 12 gallons which he pushed into the man's hand.
"Make it 30 minutes," He muttered as the door opened.
Darkness. Draco could see nothing and hear nothing. It was a small room, he could tell from the light of the corridor and then the door closed leaving nothing but a thin line of light supplied by the little window. Draco paused.
"What is it you want ?" Came a grumbling voice from somewhere near the back. Draco moved slightly to the left. His hand scaling the wall and then he found it. The light switch.
In one click the room filled with dazzling light. The figure on the floor covered his face for a moment and then squinted in the brightness. He looked just the way Draco remembered. Same scraggy hair, same stupid glasses. Stubble had produced a mourning shadow across his face and it was quite clear he had aged a lot. Rings and bags sat under his eyes and his face was a pale grey.
"Not feeding you much then Potter ?" Draco's voice rang in the air. His eyes sat on Harry's scar and for second a spark of jealousy filled his chest and then faded. Harry's face had more scars than Draco had seen. Three more to be exact. A cut across his right eyebrow, one below his lip and one by his ear. Harry grabbed the bed post a slid himself up from his sitting position on the floor at the end of the bed.
"Malfoy," The muttered, utterly disgusted. When he had been told he would be meeting an old friend he assumed Ron or Hermione making their weekly visit, not Draco.
"So your not completely insane," Malfoy scoffed, "You still remember everyone's name." They stared at each other for a moment in eerie silence and Harry stared at Draco. He too was oddly the same yet remarkable different. His white hair still as greasy as ever, that slick smile and ever so croaked nose. Yet he looked smarter and sophisticated. But Harry wasn't fooled.
"What do you want Malfoy ?" He asked his old school rival in a bitter, couldn't careless voice. Malfoy smiled.
"Well if you don't want my help I'll go." Draco muttered as he made for the door. And Harry almost let him.
"Wait !" Draco paused. "What is it you've come to tell me ?" He added grudgingly.
And Draco did. They sat and Draco told Harry the whole story as he had heard it and as the person who had told him had heard it. When he finished Harry and He sat in silence for almost twenty minutes before Harry spoke.
"So what do you suppose we should do ?"
"We ?" Malfoy questioned, "We aren't gonna do anything. I've passed on the info, now it's up to you." And at that Malfoy was on his feet and heading for the door.
"Thanks," Harry muttered and then he was gone.
***
"One pair of boots, one robe, one belt, two matches, an invisibility cloak and one wand," The man in green paused. "Well Mr Potter I think that's everything. I'm sure gonna miss those late night chess games. Harry smiled.
"I'll be back when this blows over." Harry muttered, throwing his cloak over his shoulder making his arm momentarily absent. "See you Charlie." The man in green nodded.
Harry walked across the lobby and straight to the desk.
"Hello sir, how may I help ?" The receptionist asked politely.
"Harry Potter, Checking out"