I am back yet again with another chapter to install. It has taken me awhile to get this chapter to come to a head so thus I give as explaination for the delay. I would also like to list sickness as an accompanying culprit. And without further ado...
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It seems that our Harry has found his way into trouble which he and his friend's have yet to find a way out of. The teachers are sick with worry but hold up the pretenses that everything is normal. Madam Pomfrey had taken to restricting the time allowed when visiting with Harry. Whole conversations were listened in upon by the faithful medi-witch.
"Harry, come to ussss. Ssssleep, Harry, ssssleep." Hiss of a voice sounded through the fog that had become the natural state of Harry's conscienceness. "Ssssleep Harry and feel the blessssssssed releasssse." A beguiled Harry propped himself up against a flattened pillow. He patted his face to find that he still wore his glasses. Even with the corrective lenses in place the room seemed to be covered in a filmy haze. He strained his hearing for the voice but it didn't come again.
"Who...who's there?" Words were feeble and stuck within his parched palate. Gaze shifted around the dizzying perimeters of the room. No one was readily apparent but then Madam Pomfrey shifted into view.
"What did you say Harry?" She asked, a cool rag in her hand to mop away the sweat from his brow. His exposed skin was tinged in scarlet from the fire that burned beneath the surface.
"Who are you?" His tongue felt heavy and roush within the confines of his mouth. It felt to require a ton of concentration and strength to just utter a faint sound let alone a whole sentenace. Although Madam Pomfrey had said 'What did you say Harry?' Harry heard 'Won't you stay Harry.' The words sounded garbled, as though being heard through a wall of water.
"Dear boy, aren't you able to remember anything?" The question was rhetorical, which was good in this case for Harry had given up on trying to translate the vibrations that broke through the air. Madam Pomfrey had to leave Harry's side, not that he would have noticed, to greet Professor Dumbledore at the door.
Dumbledore had come by for his daily visit. He looked to the bed that Harry had occupied for nearly a week before reverting his gaze to Madam Pomfrey. "How is he doing?" He asks, issueing the statement that rewarded him with daily updates on Harry's condition.
Madam Pomfrey shakes her head. "He seems to be getting worse by the hour Professor. He has a fever that won't break and rational thought, not to mention repsonse, seems out of the question. He can barely remember his name let alone where he is at."
During the assessment of Harry's condition Dumbledore had slipped to the bedside and was now looking down upon the ill boy. Madam Pomfrey followed Dumbledore. "What are you thinking?" She asked of the age wisened wizard.
"I'm thinking that there is something that we are missing. Do you remember what happened last time?" He replied without once looking up. His already crased face seemed to have given home to quite a few more wrinkles over the past week. The last time this had happened they lost the young man who had been suituated in the exact same bed.
"Yes, Professor, of course I do." Madam Pomfrey answered quickly, wringing her hands together. "Was a young man round about Harry's age. His name was..."
"A name is not important. Just tell me do you remember how long it took?" He turned to face the nervous posture of the nurse. 'This is vital information Madam, Harry's life may just well depend upon."
"Two weeks it hit its peak by the close of the month it was over." Madam Pomfrey stated mechanically as if reading from a file card stored within her brain. "Another week Sir." She answered before the Headmaster had a chance to ask. Dumbledore nodded and moved away from the bed.
He beckoned Madam Pomfrey back to the door. "We have to start making progress soon or else he will reach the same end. Double your efforts if you have to, this is not Harry's fate and I do not want to see him walk this path any longer." Madam Pomfrey nods and sees Professor Dumbledore out.
While the Headmaster and the medi-witch were sharing a conversation Harry had been trying to seek out the source of the reptilian voice. It sounded close and distant at the same time. If only he could find the owner of the voice then he could cash in on the promise that was bestowed.
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I shall once more bring an end to another chapter. I know this one hasn't taken in as much detail as it was led into. Though in the next chapter I promise a break in the tension so if you will stick with me til then I shall be ever in the debt of your kindness. So until we meet again keep well good friend and let your spirits remain high.
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It seems that our Harry has found his way into trouble which he and his friend's have yet to find a way out of. The teachers are sick with worry but hold up the pretenses that everything is normal. Madam Pomfrey had taken to restricting the time allowed when visiting with Harry. Whole conversations were listened in upon by the faithful medi-witch.
"Harry, come to ussss. Ssssleep, Harry, ssssleep." Hiss of a voice sounded through the fog that had become the natural state of Harry's conscienceness. "Ssssleep Harry and feel the blessssssssed releasssse." A beguiled Harry propped himself up against a flattened pillow. He patted his face to find that he still wore his glasses. Even with the corrective lenses in place the room seemed to be covered in a filmy haze. He strained his hearing for the voice but it didn't come again.
"Who...who's there?" Words were feeble and stuck within his parched palate. Gaze shifted around the dizzying perimeters of the room. No one was readily apparent but then Madam Pomfrey shifted into view.
"What did you say Harry?" She asked, a cool rag in her hand to mop away the sweat from his brow. His exposed skin was tinged in scarlet from the fire that burned beneath the surface.
"Who are you?" His tongue felt heavy and roush within the confines of his mouth. It felt to require a ton of concentration and strength to just utter a faint sound let alone a whole sentenace. Although Madam Pomfrey had said 'What did you say Harry?' Harry heard 'Won't you stay Harry.' The words sounded garbled, as though being heard through a wall of water.
"Dear boy, aren't you able to remember anything?" The question was rhetorical, which was good in this case for Harry had given up on trying to translate the vibrations that broke through the air. Madam Pomfrey had to leave Harry's side, not that he would have noticed, to greet Professor Dumbledore at the door.
Dumbledore had come by for his daily visit. He looked to the bed that Harry had occupied for nearly a week before reverting his gaze to Madam Pomfrey. "How is he doing?" He asks, issueing the statement that rewarded him with daily updates on Harry's condition.
Madam Pomfrey shakes her head. "He seems to be getting worse by the hour Professor. He has a fever that won't break and rational thought, not to mention repsonse, seems out of the question. He can barely remember his name let alone where he is at."
During the assessment of Harry's condition Dumbledore had slipped to the bedside and was now looking down upon the ill boy. Madam Pomfrey followed Dumbledore. "What are you thinking?" She asked of the age wisened wizard.
"I'm thinking that there is something that we are missing. Do you remember what happened last time?" He replied without once looking up. His already crased face seemed to have given home to quite a few more wrinkles over the past week. The last time this had happened they lost the young man who had been suituated in the exact same bed.
"Yes, Professor, of course I do." Madam Pomfrey answered quickly, wringing her hands together. "Was a young man round about Harry's age. His name was..."
"A name is not important. Just tell me do you remember how long it took?" He turned to face the nervous posture of the nurse. 'This is vital information Madam, Harry's life may just well depend upon."
"Two weeks it hit its peak by the close of the month it was over." Madam Pomfrey stated mechanically as if reading from a file card stored within her brain. "Another week Sir." She answered before the Headmaster had a chance to ask. Dumbledore nodded and moved away from the bed.
He beckoned Madam Pomfrey back to the door. "We have to start making progress soon or else he will reach the same end. Double your efforts if you have to, this is not Harry's fate and I do not want to see him walk this path any longer." Madam Pomfrey nods and sees Professor Dumbledore out.
While the Headmaster and the medi-witch were sharing a conversation Harry had been trying to seek out the source of the reptilian voice. It sounded close and distant at the same time. If only he could find the owner of the voice then he could cash in on the promise that was bestowed.
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I shall once more bring an end to another chapter. I know this one hasn't taken in as much detail as it was led into. Though in the next chapter I promise a break in the tension so if you will stick with me til then I shall be ever in the debt of your kindness. So until we meet again keep well good friend and let your spirits remain high.