Friendship and Beyond 38/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
The Hospital Wing
It took Harry barely three seconds after he woke up to figure out he was in the hospital wing, having spent so much time there during his enrollment at Hogwarts. The medicinal smells gave the location away before he even opened his eyes, let alone the hustle and bustle Madame Pompfrey made as she tended to her patients. The first thing Harry saw upon opening his eyes was the white bed curtain surrounding his bed on three sides. He was positioned near the far side of the wing nearest to the windows. He turned his head carefully, ignoring for the time being the sharp pain as he did so, and saw the other occupants for the first time. Ron and Hermione were sitting up in beds alongside each other a few feet away.
They must have caught his movements from the corner of their vision because both noticed that Harry was awake at the same time.
"Madame Pompfrey, Harry's awake." Hermione called in a loud voice, although her head still rested on the pillows supporting her back and shoulders. Ron had no such sense however, as once he saw his best friend awake he tried to jump out of bed and go to him. In the process Ron got tangled up in the blankets, and by the time he got free Ron was already breathing heavily and exhausted from the exertion.
"Ronald Weasley!" Pompfrey exclaimed sternly, gently helping Ron back into bed. "Just what did you think you were doing?"
"Harry woke up." Ron exclaimed animatedly only to be cut off by a disappointed looking Mediwitch.
"I see that. It is good to have you back with us Mister Potter." Pompfrey acknowledged, her face softening slightly as she looked at Harry, before turning back and glaring at Ron. "However, I explained your condition to you yesterday, Mister Weasley. How do you expect to replenish your magic if you continue to exert yourself needlessly?"
"Sorry, Ma'am." Ron murmured apologetically, turning red in the face before looking away in embarrassment.
"See that you use restraint in the future, Weasley." Pomfrey murmured casually as she made her way over to Harry's bedside.
"Are they going to be okay?" Harry whispered hoarsely as soon as the Mediwitch was in hearing distance.
"They will be fine, Mister Potter." She assured him, placing a supporting hand on his arm briefly before taking her wand out and beginning an examination of his condition. "In fact they are in much better condition then you are yourself. With proper rest, Ron and Hermione should be back to normal in a little over a week's time. You on the other hand will be required to take a pain potion for the next few months."
Harry looked at her in confusion not understanding why he would need such a potion. Pomfrey continued explaining without having to be prompted. "Just as you destroyed the Dark Lord you were hit with a particularly nasty curse of unknown origin. Because you were already so inundated with power, the curse had little effect until the combined magic's of you as well as Ron and Hermione left your system. However, after the magic left you this curse began to burn your body up from the inside out. Thankfully, because of your own innate power, this spell worked slowly enough as to cause little actual damage, with the exception of the ligaments in your right leg. As you will notice when you stand up for the first time, your leg will ach the longer you remain on your feet. This pain-relieving potion will lessen the pain to manageable levels, until the leg can heal using magic. Only once your system is recovered will I try to repair the damage. As I said it could be a few months or longer."
"I can deal with that, anything else?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Nothing serious. With the proper treatment you will make a full recovery, although your leg may act up from time to time."
"Thank you, Ma'am. I appreciate it." Harry smiled at her self-consciously. "How many injuries were there, and is Severus, er I mean Professor Snape, okay?"
Madame Pomfrey gave Harry a long searching look before blushing slightly and looking away. When she looked back she looked as stern as usual, but with a twinkle in her eyes, belying her serious demeanor.
"Severus," Poppy began, stressing his given name. "Will recover fully. He is currently in a private room, after undergoing emergency surgery after I removed the dagger from his back. His left lung was punctured, but I caught it in time and there will be no lasting damage."
"Can I see him?" Harry asked softly, his face still a bit pale.
"Once you have rested I will allow you a short visit. Perhaps the day after tomorrow, if you have rested between now and then. We shall see. Now take your potion." Pomfrey said handing Harry a green potion corked in a clear glass bottle. He barely looked at its contents before swallowing the whole mixture in one go.
Within minutes, Harry was floating peacefully, temporarily separated from his pain-wracked body. He closed his eyes blissfully and drifted off into a drugged sleep, a smile on his face as he thought of Severus.
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
The Hospital Wing
It took Harry barely three seconds after he woke up to figure out he was in the hospital wing, having spent so much time there during his enrollment at Hogwarts. The medicinal smells gave the location away before he even opened his eyes, let alone the hustle and bustle Madame Pompfrey made as she tended to her patients. The first thing Harry saw upon opening his eyes was the white bed curtain surrounding his bed on three sides. He was positioned near the far side of the wing nearest to the windows. He turned his head carefully, ignoring for the time being the sharp pain as he did so, and saw the other occupants for the first time. Ron and Hermione were sitting up in beds alongside each other a few feet away.
They must have caught his movements from the corner of their vision because both noticed that Harry was awake at the same time.
"Madame Pompfrey, Harry's awake." Hermione called in a loud voice, although her head still rested on the pillows supporting her back and shoulders. Ron had no such sense however, as once he saw his best friend awake he tried to jump out of bed and go to him. In the process Ron got tangled up in the blankets, and by the time he got free Ron was already breathing heavily and exhausted from the exertion.
"Ronald Weasley!" Pompfrey exclaimed sternly, gently helping Ron back into bed. "Just what did you think you were doing?"
"Harry woke up." Ron exclaimed animatedly only to be cut off by a disappointed looking Mediwitch.
"I see that. It is good to have you back with us Mister Potter." Pompfrey acknowledged, her face softening slightly as she looked at Harry, before turning back and glaring at Ron. "However, I explained your condition to you yesterday, Mister Weasley. How do you expect to replenish your magic if you continue to exert yourself needlessly?"
"Sorry, Ma'am." Ron murmured apologetically, turning red in the face before looking away in embarrassment.
"See that you use restraint in the future, Weasley." Pomfrey murmured casually as she made her way over to Harry's bedside.
"Are they going to be okay?" Harry whispered hoarsely as soon as the Mediwitch was in hearing distance.
"They will be fine, Mister Potter." She assured him, placing a supporting hand on his arm briefly before taking her wand out and beginning an examination of his condition. "In fact they are in much better condition then you are yourself. With proper rest, Ron and Hermione should be back to normal in a little over a week's time. You on the other hand will be required to take a pain potion for the next few months."
Harry looked at her in confusion not understanding why he would need such a potion. Pomfrey continued explaining without having to be prompted. "Just as you destroyed the Dark Lord you were hit with a particularly nasty curse of unknown origin. Because you were already so inundated with power, the curse had little effect until the combined magic's of you as well as Ron and Hermione left your system. However, after the magic left you this curse began to burn your body up from the inside out. Thankfully, because of your own innate power, this spell worked slowly enough as to cause little actual damage, with the exception of the ligaments in your right leg. As you will notice when you stand up for the first time, your leg will ach the longer you remain on your feet. This pain-relieving potion will lessen the pain to manageable levels, until the leg can heal using magic. Only once your system is recovered will I try to repair the damage. As I said it could be a few months or longer."
"I can deal with that, anything else?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Nothing serious. With the proper treatment you will make a full recovery, although your leg may act up from time to time."
"Thank you, Ma'am. I appreciate it." Harry smiled at her self-consciously. "How many injuries were there, and is Severus, er I mean Professor Snape, okay?"
Madame Pomfrey gave Harry a long searching look before blushing slightly and looking away. When she looked back she looked as stern as usual, but with a twinkle in her eyes, belying her serious demeanor.
"Severus," Poppy began, stressing his given name. "Will recover fully. He is currently in a private room, after undergoing emergency surgery after I removed the dagger from his back. His left lung was punctured, but I caught it in time and there will be no lasting damage."
"Can I see him?" Harry asked softly, his face still a bit pale.
"Once you have rested I will allow you a short visit. Perhaps the day after tomorrow, if you have rested between now and then. We shall see. Now take your potion." Pomfrey said handing Harry a green potion corked in a clear glass bottle. He barely looked at its contents before swallowing the whole mixture in one go.
Within minutes, Harry was floating peacefully, temporarily separated from his pain-wracked body. He closed his eyes blissfully and drifted off into a drugged sleep, a smile on his face as he thought of Severus.
