I am back again as promised. So I trust that you have kept well though I can't exactly say the same for our Harry. As I figure that not many read these I will just dive back into the tale.
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Pomfrey had did as she was instructed, she doubled all efforts. At first it seemed nothing had changed but then at exactly midnight on the 13th day Harry sat straight up in bed. He thre back the covers and dropped his feet to the cold stone floor. Sensing a disturbance that she couldn't see Madam Pomfrey went to check on Harry.
"Harry what are you doing? You should be lying down boy." She went over to him, prepared to push him back down on the thin matress. When she placed a hand on his skin he felt normal if not slightly cool. The fever had obviously broken sometime during the night. In the light of the bedside lantern his skin still looked sallow though the hue was improving by the second.
Harry yawned and looked up at Madam Pomfrey. He felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, though that wasn't possible since he has been awake since the affair started. "Madam Pomfrey, what's wrong?" His brow knitted into furrows of worry.
The nurse stumbled backwards a few steps, face still twisted in surprise. Just this morning he appeared to be approaching his death bed and now he was sitting up looking like nothing had happened. He looked as though he could be a poster boy for a salutary campaign. "N-n-nothing." She stuttered and turned from Harry's bedside. "Just stay here boy." She called from the doorframe just before she exited, she had to find Dumbledore and let him know of the changes.
Harry couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. Madam Pomfrey looked as if she had seen dementor. He got up from the bed and headed to the door, just in time to see her waddle around the corner. He shook his head again and went back to lay in the bed. Just as soon as he had finally gotten resettled in bed and was about to sleep Madam Pomfrey had come back in with Dumbledore trailing behind her.
Dumbledore took a seat in a chair at Harry's bedside. "How are you feeling Harry?" He asked, his voice sounding tired. Harry looked up at him, he seemed to have gotten a few more wrinkles since the last time Harry saw the HeadMaster.
Harry looked to Madam Pomfrey, whom was fluttering about the room trying to busy herself, before answering. "Fine Sir." Was the reply that came as soon as he had once again lain eyes upon the aged wizard.
His confusion must have been apparent for Dumbloedore said. "It has been almost two weeks. We," At this point he looked to Madam Pomfrey, "Were afraid that we were about to lose you Harry." The HeadMaster looked back to the Gryffindor student.
He smiled and patted Harry's arm as he left. Madam Pomfrey followed Dumbloedore to the door. The two went out the door to talk where Harry couldn't overhear. Harry could have sworn that a few years had been lifted off the HeadMaster when he smiled.
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I think I shall pause there that way in the next installment I can change the time frame. So...until next time....
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Pomfrey had did as she was instructed, she doubled all efforts. At first it seemed nothing had changed but then at exactly midnight on the 13th day Harry sat straight up in bed. He thre back the covers and dropped his feet to the cold stone floor. Sensing a disturbance that she couldn't see Madam Pomfrey went to check on Harry.
"Harry what are you doing? You should be lying down boy." She went over to him, prepared to push him back down on the thin matress. When she placed a hand on his skin he felt normal if not slightly cool. The fever had obviously broken sometime during the night. In the light of the bedside lantern his skin still looked sallow though the hue was improving by the second.
Harry yawned and looked up at Madam Pomfrey. He felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, though that wasn't possible since he has been awake since the affair started. "Madam Pomfrey, what's wrong?" His brow knitted into furrows of worry.
The nurse stumbled backwards a few steps, face still twisted in surprise. Just this morning he appeared to be approaching his death bed and now he was sitting up looking like nothing had happened. He looked as though he could be a poster boy for a salutary campaign. "N-n-nothing." She stuttered and turned from Harry's bedside. "Just stay here boy." She called from the doorframe just before she exited, she had to find Dumbledore and let him know of the changes.
Harry couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. Madam Pomfrey looked as if she had seen dementor. He got up from the bed and headed to the door, just in time to see her waddle around the corner. He shook his head again and went back to lay in the bed. Just as soon as he had finally gotten resettled in bed and was about to sleep Madam Pomfrey had come back in with Dumbledore trailing behind her.
Dumbledore took a seat in a chair at Harry's bedside. "How are you feeling Harry?" He asked, his voice sounding tired. Harry looked up at him, he seemed to have gotten a few more wrinkles since the last time Harry saw the HeadMaster.
Harry looked to Madam Pomfrey, whom was fluttering about the room trying to busy herself, before answering. "Fine Sir." Was the reply that came as soon as he had once again lain eyes upon the aged wizard.
His confusion must have been apparent for Dumbloedore said. "It has been almost two weeks. We," At this point he looked to Madam Pomfrey, "Were afraid that we were about to lose you Harry." The HeadMaster looked back to the Gryffindor student.
He smiled and patted Harry's arm as he left. Madam Pomfrey followed Dumbloedore to the door. The two went out the door to talk where Harry couldn't overhear. Harry could have sworn that a few years had been lifted off the HeadMaster when he smiled.
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I think I shall pause there that way in the next installment I can change the time frame. So...until next time....