Ron watched the crowd hustle toward the castle, and he followed far
behind them and went up to the Gryffindor tower just to go to bed. Harry
and the crowd made it finally to the hospital wing and they burst through
the doors. At the sound of the doors smashing against the walls, Madam
Pompfrey took her attention off of the sleeping patient she was putting to
bed, to the group of students holding a nearly past out girl all damp from
the evening shower.
"Oh my, what happened?" she asked making her over to them. "We don't know." Hermione answered and Madam Pompfrey showed them a bed to put her down on. "Oh sorry, sorry." Harry said sympathetically as Bridget let out another screech of pain as Harry let her down a little roughly. "Now-..." Madam Pompfrey said and stopped short noticing that the rest of the students were still in the room. "Out! Out, out, out!" she said pushing them out the door. There were constant groans of disappointment from them and madam Pompfrey shut the doors behind them. "Now," she said starting again. "What are her symptoms?" She asked. "Uh," Harry said looking at Hermione. "Fever and a lot of pain?" Harry said stating the obvious. "No, no I need the specifics!" Madam Pompfrey demanded. Just as she finished the sentence Bridget clenched onto her stomach again and groaned. "Ah ha." Madam Pompfrey said in success. She walked next to her and lightly put pressure on her stomach. Bridget screamed in pain and quickly grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed it as hard as she possibly could.
Harry looked as if his knees could give out, not knowing her strength. "So what is it?" Hermione asked. "I think it might be her appendix." She said and Harry and Hermione looked almost frightened for her. "Oh don't worry; I've done this procedure so many times, she'll be fine." Madam Pompfrey reassured them and she mixed her ingrediance to make the potion. "Now, we have to put her to sleep and give her the potion or she'll spit out. Like you did Mr. Potter with you're broken arm." Madam Pompfrey said giving a friendly smile. Harry smiled back remembering his second year when he broke his arm in a qudditch match when Lockheart tried to fix it and his bone disappeared.
Madam Pompfrey knocked her out with sweet tasting syrup and then was given the 'nasty stuff'. After she was force feed the potion she was in a state of deep dreaming. When she was declared done, it would be a while until she woke up so Harry and Hermione took the option of staying over night. About 30 minutes had past by and Harry and Hermione were engaged in a riveting game of wizard's cheese, when once again the doors of the hospital wing were flung open.
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"Oh my, what happened?" she asked making her over to them. "We don't know." Hermione answered and Madam Pompfrey showed them a bed to put her down on. "Oh sorry, sorry." Harry said sympathetically as Bridget let out another screech of pain as Harry let her down a little roughly. "Now-..." Madam Pompfrey said and stopped short noticing that the rest of the students were still in the room. "Out! Out, out, out!" she said pushing them out the door. There were constant groans of disappointment from them and madam Pompfrey shut the doors behind them. "Now," she said starting again. "What are her symptoms?" She asked. "Uh," Harry said looking at Hermione. "Fever and a lot of pain?" Harry said stating the obvious. "No, no I need the specifics!" Madam Pompfrey demanded. Just as she finished the sentence Bridget clenched onto her stomach again and groaned. "Ah ha." Madam Pompfrey said in success. She walked next to her and lightly put pressure on her stomach. Bridget screamed in pain and quickly grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed it as hard as she possibly could.
Harry looked as if his knees could give out, not knowing her strength. "So what is it?" Hermione asked. "I think it might be her appendix." She said and Harry and Hermione looked almost frightened for her. "Oh don't worry; I've done this procedure so many times, she'll be fine." Madam Pompfrey reassured them and she mixed her ingrediance to make the potion. "Now, we have to put her to sleep and give her the potion or she'll spit out. Like you did Mr. Potter with you're broken arm." Madam Pompfrey said giving a friendly smile. Harry smiled back remembering his second year when he broke his arm in a qudditch match when Lockheart tried to fix it and his bone disappeared.
Madam Pompfrey knocked her out with sweet tasting syrup and then was given the 'nasty stuff'. After she was force feed the potion she was in a state of deep dreaming. When she was declared done, it would be a while until she woke up so Harry and Hermione took the option of staying over night. About 30 minutes had past by and Harry and Hermione were engaged in a riveting game of wizard's cheese, when once again the doors of the hospital wing were flung open.
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