Harry woke up with a start; sitting bolt upright he fumbled for his glasses while a soft amused voice came from his left.
"Finally joined the world of the living have we Harry?" as Harry's eyes slid into focus, he looked up into the twinkling blue depths of Albus Dumbledore's eyes. Glancing around quickly, he took in the white walls and many beds with stark white sheets, and with a groan he slid back down onto his pillow. The Hospital wing at Hogwarts.
"Out of the way! Out of the way!" cried a prim voice, and Professor Dumbledore moved quickly aside to let through the stern nurse. "Well, Mr Potter, can't stay away from the hospital wing, even in the holidays can we?" she rambled quietly while a blue glow emitted from the tip of her wand checking him over.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Harry interrupted quietly, "Why am here?"
"Don't you remember?" she tut-tutted, "You were found at your relatives lying lucid in your bed, high temperature, covered in sweat and muttering. When they questioned your relatives they found that you had not left your room all summer," she gave him a stern glare, "moping will not relieve your grief Mr. Potter." Harry averted his eyes, embarrassed, a red flush rising up his cheeks. She handed him a potion, which he downed quickly with no question, before watching the nurses retreating back and turning back to Professor Dumbledore.
"Sir?" he asked softly…
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