Feelin' Fine
Harry opened his eyes and then closed them again. He was having the most wonderful dream, already it was fading, but scenes of laughter, good friends, and a giant delicious chocolate bunny fluttered through his mind. A chocolate bunny? Really, Potter your imagination needs to grow up. He thought, shaking his head.
Harry opened his eyes again. He looked up at a familiar ceiling. It's been a while since I've been here, he thought.
"What am I doing in the Hospital Wing?" He wondered aloud.
"You're awake!" It sounded like an accusation. Harry turned and saw Madam Pomfrey descending upon him. Her stance, her movements, and the furious way she moved all said she was mad, but the look of utter relief and the sun bright smile said she was happy. Harry decided not to provoke and only nodded in response.
She pulled up a chair and sat down upon it, placing a cool hand upon his forehead. "You don't have a fever.' She shoved a thermometer into his mouth. "You're temp's alright." She then pulled out a clipboard and scribbled furiously on it. "How are you feeling?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I'm...I'm feelin' fine." He said and he realized he was. He sat up in the bed, and sighed as he saw he was in a hospital gown. The half formed thought of escaping sputtered and died.
Pomfrey frowned. "No dizziness? No headaches. Seeing straight?" None, none, and yes. Pomfrey frowned again. 'Any aches, pains?" None. "What were you doing?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, running his hand through his hair.
Pomfrey's eyes turned into slits. "In the girl's toilet. What were you doing in there?"
"The girl's toilet? What would I be doing in the girl's toilet?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Don't play dumb, Potter. I had to personally drag you're unconscious body out of Myrtle's bathroom, not six hours ago." She said.
Harry thought for a moment. "I don't remember that."
Concern flashed across Pomfrey's face. "You don't remember brewing something in the girl's restroom. You don't remember the explosion?"
"No." Harry said.
"Short term memory loss." Pomfrey scribbled quickly upon her clipboard. "What day is it?" She asked.
"September 17?"
Pomfrey nodded. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Eating breakfast." Harry responded.
"What did you do this morning? Step by step from the moment you woke up."
"Uh...washed, dressed, and went down to breakfast. I ate alone." Harry responded. He felt his stomach rumble. "Can I get something to eat? I'm starving."
Pomfrey nodded. "We're going to have to do some tests. Make sure nothing was damaged by the explosion." She said, gesturing toward his head.
"What explosion?" Harry demanded, feeling a little angry. She keeps talking about an explosion, what happened?
"You, Hermione, and Ron were found in Myrtle's restroom, unconscious. We found the remains of a potion that you were brewing. It exploded, knocking the three of you out. We aren't still sure what you were making. Do you know?"
Harry shook his head. Harry felt frustrated. What had happened?
"Are Hermione and Ron okay?" Harry asked.
Pomfrey sighed. "Yes. I let them go an hour ago. They don't remember anything also. They don't know what they were doing in the restroom, and they don't know anything about this potion you were brewing."
"Why do you keep saying I was brewing something? Why would I brew anything, especially an exploding potion that makes me forget everything since breakfast?" Harry demanded. "Can I go? There's nothing physically wrong with me. I'm feeling fine, I just can't remember a few things, is all."
Pomfrey stood up. "You'll leave when I say you can leave. As I said before, there are some tests I want to run. We can't be to safe, you know."
Harry sighed and lay back upon the bed. "This sucks." He muttered.
Harry opened his eyes and then closed them again. He was having the most wonderful dream, already it was fading, but scenes of laughter, good friends, and a giant delicious chocolate bunny fluttered through his mind. A chocolate bunny? Really, Potter your imagination needs to grow up. He thought, shaking his head.
Harry opened his eyes again. He looked up at a familiar ceiling. It's been a while since I've been here, he thought.
"What am I doing in the Hospital Wing?" He wondered aloud.
"You're awake!" It sounded like an accusation. Harry turned and saw Madam Pomfrey descending upon him. Her stance, her movements, and the furious way she moved all said she was mad, but the look of utter relief and the sun bright smile said she was happy. Harry decided not to provoke and only nodded in response.
She pulled up a chair and sat down upon it, placing a cool hand upon his forehead. "You don't have a fever.' She shoved a thermometer into his mouth. "You're temp's alright." She then pulled out a clipboard and scribbled furiously on it. "How are you feeling?"
Harry thought for a moment. "I'm...I'm feelin' fine." He said and he realized he was. He sat up in the bed, and sighed as he saw he was in a hospital gown. The half formed thought of escaping sputtered and died.
Pomfrey frowned. "No dizziness? No headaches. Seeing straight?" None, none, and yes. Pomfrey frowned again. 'Any aches, pains?" None. "What were you doing?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, running his hand through his hair.
Pomfrey's eyes turned into slits. "In the girl's toilet. What were you doing in there?"
"The girl's toilet? What would I be doing in the girl's toilet?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Don't play dumb, Potter. I had to personally drag you're unconscious body out of Myrtle's bathroom, not six hours ago." She said.
Harry thought for a moment. "I don't remember that."
Concern flashed across Pomfrey's face. "You don't remember brewing something in the girl's restroom. You don't remember the explosion?"
"No." Harry said.
"Short term memory loss." Pomfrey scribbled quickly upon her clipboard. "What day is it?" She asked.
"September 17?"
Pomfrey nodded. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Eating breakfast." Harry responded.
"What did you do this morning? Step by step from the moment you woke up."
"Uh...washed, dressed, and went down to breakfast. I ate alone." Harry responded. He felt his stomach rumble. "Can I get something to eat? I'm starving."
Pomfrey nodded. "We're going to have to do some tests. Make sure nothing was damaged by the explosion." She said, gesturing toward his head.
"What explosion?" Harry demanded, feeling a little angry. She keeps talking about an explosion, what happened?
"You, Hermione, and Ron were found in Myrtle's restroom, unconscious. We found the remains of a potion that you were brewing. It exploded, knocking the three of you out. We aren't still sure what you were making. Do you know?"
Harry shook his head. Harry felt frustrated. What had happened?
"Are Hermione and Ron okay?" Harry asked.
Pomfrey sighed. "Yes. I let them go an hour ago. They don't remember anything also. They don't know what they were doing in the restroom, and they don't know anything about this potion you were brewing."
"Why do you keep saying I was brewing something? Why would I brew anything, especially an exploding potion that makes me forget everything since breakfast?" Harry demanded. "Can I go? There's nothing physically wrong with me. I'm feeling fine, I just can't remember a few things, is all."
Pomfrey stood up. "You'll leave when I say you can leave. As I said before, there are some tests I want to run. We can't be to safe, you know."
Harry sighed and lay back upon the bed. "This sucks." He muttered.