Chapter the Third
The Hospital Wing
Harry awoke in a hospital bed. He loved the smell of the Hospital wing. It was so clean. He visited here a lot lately. Not because he was sick, just tired. He would come here just to rest. He would sit on the beds, (much to Madame Pomfrey's dismay) and do his homework. It was quiet here.
Then he noticed that he was no alone. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the next bed to him, whispering. He sat up, took a drink of water, and lay back down. If this were back...in say, the 5th year, they would have come running to his side, asking if he was ok. But they didn't ask if he was ok. They probably didn't even care. They were probably here to keep up the appearance of them being his friends. They weren't his friends. As much as he hated to admit it, they were no longer his friends. He knew the relationship wouldn't last. They would break it off in a couple months. Then they'll come crawling back to me. But I'll give them a taste of their own medicine, he thought. He'd blow them off, just like they did him. But they would still have each other. They could still be friends. Then he would have no one, but this time, it would be his own fault. So he decided that a taste of their own medicine would hurt him more than it would hurt them.
He rolled over, and they must have heard, because they came running over.
"Harry! Your ok!!" shouted Ron "You had a nasty fall mate. Down three flights of stairs" Harry just stared at him...3 flights of stairs? "Not really. I'm just kidding." Real funny Ron, Harry thought. If I had fallen down 3 flights of stairs (especially in Hogwarts) I would have been dead. It wasn't fair, getting his hopes up like that. Harry just rolled over, and saw Hermione. She was teary eyed.
"I thought you were dead. I was so scared, especially after you passed out like that.....what's wrong?"
"Gowaymione....." Harry said into his pillow.
"What did he say?" Ron asked Hermione.
"He wants us to leave him alone. When someone talks into their pillow, they're either trying to be funny, or they don't want to talk, and I doubt Harry is trying to be funny, so I'm respecting his wishes, and leaving."
"Bye mate....." said Ron, who sounded disappointed. Harry didn't notice.
The Hospital Wing
Harry awoke in a hospital bed. He loved the smell of the Hospital wing. It was so clean. He visited here a lot lately. Not because he was sick, just tired. He would come here just to rest. He would sit on the beds, (much to Madame Pomfrey's dismay) and do his homework. It was quiet here.
Then he noticed that he was no alone. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the next bed to him, whispering. He sat up, took a drink of water, and lay back down. If this were back...in say, the 5th year, they would have come running to his side, asking if he was ok. But they didn't ask if he was ok. They probably didn't even care. They were probably here to keep up the appearance of them being his friends. They weren't his friends. As much as he hated to admit it, they were no longer his friends. He knew the relationship wouldn't last. They would break it off in a couple months. Then they'll come crawling back to me. But I'll give them a taste of their own medicine, he thought. He'd blow them off, just like they did him. But they would still have each other. They could still be friends. Then he would have no one, but this time, it would be his own fault. So he decided that a taste of their own medicine would hurt him more than it would hurt them.
He rolled over, and they must have heard, because they came running over.
"Harry! Your ok!!" shouted Ron "You had a nasty fall mate. Down three flights of stairs" Harry just stared at him...3 flights of stairs? "Not really. I'm just kidding." Real funny Ron, Harry thought. If I had fallen down 3 flights of stairs (especially in Hogwarts) I would have been dead. It wasn't fair, getting his hopes up like that. Harry just rolled over, and saw Hermione. She was teary eyed.
"I thought you were dead. I was so scared, especially after you passed out like that.....what's wrong?"
"Gowaymione....." Harry said into his pillow.
"What did he say?" Ron asked Hermione.
"He wants us to leave him alone. When someone talks into their pillow, they're either trying to be funny, or they don't want to talk, and I doubt Harry is trying to be funny, so I'm respecting his wishes, and leaving."
"Bye mate....." said Ron, who sounded disappointed. Harry didn't notice.
