Let's Get This Over With

"Let's get this over with." Harry said, as he entered the Hospital Wing.

Madam Hightower looked up at him from a large complicated device she was working on. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked to have worked all through the night, but she looked awake and alert. Dumbledore sat upon a bed an interested look on his face as he watched what she was doing. Snape stood scowling in the corner, there was a potion sitting upon a table.

"Good morning, Harry, Hermione." Dumbledore said, smiling. He rose to his feet. "I'm glad you decided to go through with it."

There was a scathing retort on his tongue, but Harry swallowed it. "Yeah." He replied. Everything was prepared. How did they know he would agree? He glanced at Dumbledore, who was still smiling, and shook his head. The old man knew he had no choice.

"Let's begin." Hightower said, rubbing her hands together.

Within moments Harry had the device secured to his head and the potion shoved down his throat. It didn't really taste bad, but it made him lightheaded. Hermione watched apprehensively as they prepared him for whatever they were going to do.

"Don't worry dear. This won't hurt a bit."

Hightower was wrong. It did hurt and it hurt a lot.