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Hey, Wynjara, you gave me an idea! "Sad that Harry comes out of major ordeals better than the average Quidditch match" you said. Well.
Chapter 17, Healing.
Harry came round. But only for a second. He was lying among the feet of the teachers and with Madam Pomfrey kneeling beside him, pressing something to his chest. The world swam, his head fell sideways and before his eyes shut he saw Draco Malfoy, acting very oddly indeed. He had no time to ponder, however, as his strength gave out and his eyes shut.
****
Harry could hear voices, coming from far, far away.
"Well nurse?" Mrs. Weasley sounded tired and worried.
"He has a dislocated shoulder, and it cannot be connected until the smashed shoulder blade is fixed, that shouldn't take long, though he will have to rest it for a while. The talons have left their mark, and he will have to take it easy for a while, Griffons have a small amount of poison in their talons. His nose has been shattered, and he will need magical aide to breathe for some time. He has four broken ribs and two cracked ribs. He has many pulled muscles but they will be healed shortly. His hands are rubbed raw, and to tell you truth, he's going to find that the most difficult to deal with, and probably the most annoying." Said a calm voice sympathetically.
Harry wondered if all that was wrong with him why he wasn't in pain. Surely a smashed shoulder blade and a shattered nose would be painful? He supposed they'd drugged him some how.
He faded out again.
That was what it was like for the next few weeks. He faded in and out of consciousness and saw things that weren't there. Everything swam when he opened his eyes. Nurses came and went; he never remembered their faces, though he recognized Madam Pomfrey from time to time. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared, disappeared and reappeared. Dumbledore was there once, or was it twice? he wasn't sure. But the two faces he wanted to see, one of them especially, never showed.
Next time he came to things were much clearer. He could see things, well, enough to know that he was a St Mungo's anyway. Madam Pomfrey was wrapping some sort of bandage around his wrist, and she started when he made a noise, trying to speak. All that came out of his mouth was some rather babyish sounds and dribble.
"Don't talk. Your nose won't allow it." She told him sternly. Harry sighed.
"waa onnn ii eeeee?" he asked in a blurry voice.
"What's wrong with you? You got attacked by Griffons, remember?"
Harry thought about it, and then nodded.
"Now rest."
Harry couldn't. For some reason he kept reliving the moment when he had come to on the Quidditich Pitch surrounded by people. He frowned and tried to bring his Occlumency to bear, ignoring the pain lancing through his nose/
FLASHBACK!!!
Harry's head fell sideways and he saw Malfoy, paler than he had ever seen him. Someone stepped in front of Malfoy and Harry blinked slowly. Then the obstacle was gone and he saw Malfoy again, clutching his arm in a way that he had seen only one other person do...
END FLASHBACK!!!!!
Harry couldn't remember anymore. He was too tired. Too tired. Too....tired.
He slept.
Again he woke and Madam Pomfrey was in his room. He knew he had thought of something important before he slept but couldn't remember it. But he knew it was important. Very much so.
For about three days he racked his brain trying to remember. Visitors came and went; Harry was polite to everyone except the Weasley's, whom he actually welcomed. They bought him news of Hogwarts and when he asked if Ron had come with them they both got awkward looks on their faces and murmured something about studying for NEWTS. Harry stopped asking.
The other couple he was very glad to see was the Longbottoms. They were still in St Mungo's, being watched carefully by the staff in case Hermione's potion wore off. They were cheerful and told him jokes, and never once got that anxious look and asked how he felt, which he was grateful for.
His shoulder was healed perfectly, though he had to rest it for a time. His nose was returned to its original size shape and colour. His hands would forever tell him when a storm was coming and his ribs were still tender. The Nurses allowed him to get up and walk in his second week in hospital, and he practised endlessly, trying to recover his balance that the shattered shoulder had ridden him of.
On the second Friday of is visit he woke with an odd feeling. He knew something was wrong and very much so. When Madam Pomfrey arrived with his morning dose of medicine he asked her what was going on, as her pale and pinched face told him something.
She sat on the bed and told him as follows.
"The attacks have redoubled. The Dark Lord is attacking London and all other major cities, his cohorts in Australia even are killing muggle's and Muggle-borns. Dumbledore and the teachers from Hogwarts have left the school and the children to fight as best they can, the school is left with very little protection other than the students themselves and there are riots in the streets, people a running and screaming from Dementor's, though the muggle's don't know them."
Harry felt his mouth drop.
"I have sent word to Dumbledore, asking what to do with you, but have received no answer." Added the mediwitch, watching him carefully.
"I'm Head Boy. I must return to the School." Said Harry quickly.
"I thought you would see it that way. Unfortunately I cannot accompany you, my skills are needed here."
Harry nodded quietly, thinking hard.
"A word of advice for you Mr Potter." Said the witch, and Harry looked up, slightly startled.
"I don't pretend to know what's going on inside your head but I do know this. You have a special power that defeats Dementor's. I saw you fight on the Hogwarts grounds earlier this year. That power is your anger."
"Anger?" asked Harry, totally flummoxed.
"Emotions are the force that makes us human. It is what sets us apart from animals. You have felt much anger Harry and have learnt to hide it well, but it is still there, hidden, you only unleash it when you are angry or scared. My advice to you is, when you go to whatever fight you will fight today; use the love inside you as well. For that is what will really stump the Dark Lord. Anger he knows. Anger he feels, but he has never known love and it will terrify him."
Her words were still running through his head as he stepped into the Floo Network. As the spinning slowed and he approached Hogwarts gate he thought of his parents and Sirius and the love he still felt for them.
He stepped out of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. There was no one about and the place seemed unearthly quiet.
He went to the great Hall, only to find the great doors shut, and he found out as he pulled on one, sealed.
Suddenly he heard a voice shouting on the other side of the door, and recognised it as Rons. He sounded fuming. Harry couldn't make out all the words, but it appeared that Ron was yelling at someone he despised, because the words 'brainless' 'git' and 'dork' featured strongly.
There was an explosion of sorts on the other side of the door, a crash and then silence. Harry cast around desperately for some way to open the doors, he knew only a very powerful spell could undo a sealed door, and unfortunately he wasn't up to making powerful spells just yet.
He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. There was nothing he could think of to do. He glanced around the foyer until his glance rested on a painting of a bowl of fruit. The idea came so quickly that he gasped, and Harry began to run, skidding around corners and tripping on mats. He passed Peeves, who was cackling to himself, probably planning something that involved water balloons. Finally he found the portrait of the fruit and tickled the pear. It giggled and the portrait swung round to admit him into the Kitchens.
The elves were surprised to see him, but welcomed him happily, offering fruits and tea. Harry politely refused and asked the nearest elf,
"How do you transport the food upstairs?"
An; hehehehehehehehe. Can you guess what's happening? Well, can you?
Review pretty plz. By the way, thanks Wynjara for giving me the idea of our friend Poppy giving Harry some advice. ^_^ and of course thanks to all you reviewers, you're really great.
Hey, Wynjara, you gave me an idea! "Sad that Harry comes out of major ordeals better than the average Quidditch match" you said. Well.
Chapter 17, Healing.
Harry came round. But only for a second. He was lying among the feet of the teachers and with Madam Pomfrey kneeling beside him, pressing something to his chest. The world swam, his head fell sideways and before his eyes shut he saw Draco Malfoy, acting very oddly indeed. He had no time to ponder, however, as his strength gave out and his eyes shut.
****
Harry could hear voices, coming from far, far away.
"Well nurse?" Mrs. Weasley sounded tired and worried.
"He has a dislocated shoulder, and it cannot be connected until the smashed shoulder blade is fixed, that shouldn't take long, though he will have to rest it for a while. The talons have left their mark, and he will have to take it easy for a while, Griffons have a small amount of poison in their talons. His nose has been shattered, and he will need magical aide to breathe for some time. He has four broken ribs and two cracked ribs. He has many pulled muscles but they will be healed shortly. His hands are rubbed raw, and to tell you truth, he's going to find that the most difficult to deal with, and probably the most annoying." Said a calm voice sympathetically.
Harry wondered if all that was wrong with him why he wasn't in pain. Surely a smashed shoulder blade and a shattered nose would be painful? He supposed they'd drugged him some how.
He faded out again.
That was what it was like for the next few weeks. He faded in and out of consciousness and saw things that weren't there. Everything swam when he opened his eyes. Nurses came and went; he never remembered their faces, though he recognized Madam Pomfrey from time to time. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appeared, disappeared and reappeared. Dumbledore was there once, or was it twice? he wasn't sure. But the two faces he wanted to see, one of them especially, never showed.
Next time he came to things were much clearer. He could see things, well, enough to know that he was a St Mungo's anyway. Madam Pomfrey was wrapping some sort of bandage around his wrist, and she started when he made a noise, trying to speak. All that came out of his mouth was some rather babyish sounds and dribble.
"Don't talk. Your nose won't allow it." She told him sternly. Harry sighed.
"waa onnn ii eeeee?" he asked in a blurry voice.
"What's wrong with you? You got attacked by Griffons, remember?"
Harry thought about it, and then nodded.
"Now rest."
Harry couldn't. For some reason he kept reliving the moment when he had come to on the Quidditich Pitch surrounded by people. He frowned and tried to bring his Occlumency to bear, ignoring the pain lancing through his nose/
FLASHBACK!!!
Harry's head fell sideways and he saw Malfoy, paler than he had ever seen him. Someone stepped in front of Malfoy and Harry blinked slowly. Then the obstacle was gone and he saw Malfoy again, clutching his arm in a way that he had seen only one other person do...
END FLASHBACK!!!!!
Harry couldn't remember anymore. He was too tired. Too tired. Too....tired.
He slept.
Again he woke and Madam Pomfrey was in his room. He knew he had thought of something important before he slept but couldn't remember it. But he knew it was important. Very much so.
For about three days he racked his brain trying to remember. Visitors came and went; Harry was polite to everyone except the Weasley's, whom he actually welcomed. They bought him news of Hogwarts and when he asked if Ron had come with them they both got awkward looks on their faces and murmured something about studying for NEWTS. Harry stopped asking.
The other couple he was very glad to see was the Longbottoms. They were still in St Mungo's, being watched carefully by the staff in case Hermione's potion wore off. They were cheerful and told him jokes, and never once got that anxious look and asked how he felt, which he was grateful for.
His shoulder was healed perfectly, though he had to rest it for a time. His nose was returned to its original size shape and colour. His hands would forever tell him when a storm was coming and his ribs were still tender. The Nurses allowed him to get up and walk in his second week in hospital, and he practised endlessly, trying to recover his balance that the shattered shoulder had ridden him of.
On the second Friday of is visit he woke with an odd feeling. He knew something was wrong and very much so. When Madam Pomfrey arrived with his morning dose of medicine he asked her what was going on, as her pale and pinched face told him something.
She sat on the bed and told him as follows.
"The attacks have redoubled. The Dark Lord is attacking London and all other major cities, his cohorts in Australia even are killing muggle's and Muggle-borns. Dumbledore and the teachers from Hogwarts have left the school and the children to fight as best they can, the school is left with very little protection other than the students themselves and there are riots in the streets, people a running and screaming from Dementor's, though the muggle's don't know them."
Harry felt his mouth drop.
"I have sent word to Dumbledore, asking what to do with you, but have received no answer." Added the mediwitch, watching him carefully.
"I'm Head Boy. I must return to the School." Said Harry quickly.
"I thought you would see it that way. Unfortunately I cannot accompany you, my skills are needed here."
Harry nodded quietly, thinking hard.
"A word of advice for you Mr Potter." Said the witch, and Harry looked up, slightly startled.
"I don't pretend to know what's going on inside your head but I do know this. You have a special power that defeats Dementor's. I saw you fight on the Hogwarts grounds earlier this year. That power is your anger."
"Anger?" asked Harry, totally flummoxed.
"Emotions are the force that makes us human. It is what sets us apart from animals. You have felt much anger Harry and have learnt to hide it well, but it is still there, hidden, you only unleash it when you are angry or scared. My advice to you is, when you go to whatever fight you will fight today; use the love inside you as well. For that is what will really stump the Dark Lord. Anger he knows. Anger he feels, but he has never known love and it will terrify him."
Her words were still running through his head as he stepped into the Floo Network. As the spinning slowed and he approached Hogwarts gate he thought of his parents and Sirius and the love he still felt for them.
He stepped out of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. There was no one about and the place seemed unearthly quiet.
He went to the great Hall, only to find the great doors shut, and he found out as he pulled on one, sealed.
Suddenly he heard a voice shouting on the other side of the door, and recognised it as Rons. He sounded fuming. Harry couldn't make out all the words, but it appeared that Ron was yelling at someone he despised, because the words 'brainless' 'git' and 'dork' featured strongly.
There was an explosion of sorts on the other side of the door, a crash and then silence. Harry cast around desperately for some way to open the doors, he knew only a very powerful spell could undo a sealed door, and unfortunately he wasn't up to making powerful spells just yet.
He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. There was nothing he could think of to do. He glanced around the foyer until his glance rested on a painting of a bowl of fruit. The idea came so quickly that he gasped, and Harry began to run, skidding around corners and tripping on mats. He passed Peeves, who was cackling to himself, probably planning something that involved water balloons. Finally he found the portrait of the fruit and tickled the pear. It giggled and the portrait swung round to admit him into the Kitchens.
The elves were surprised to see him, but welcomed him happily, offering fruits and tea. Harry politely refused and asked the nearest elf,
"How do you transport the food upstairs?"
An; hehehehehehehehe. Can you guess what's happening? Well, can you?
Review pretty plz. By the way, thanks Wynjara for giving me the idea of our friend Poppy giving Harry some advice. ^_^ and of course thanks to all you reviewers, you're really great.