Author's Note: I know this chapter has taken a while to come up, but once the winter holidays kicked in, it was a migraine trying to even find time to sleep; let alone devote any time to writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; just the garden gnomes on my lawn.
Chapter 11: The Awakening
Hermione and Jean burst through the Hospital doors, startling Professor Maze from administering medicine to a student who had been hexed on accident.
"Excuse me ladies! You know better than to just parade in here. This is a hospital, for pity's sake!" He was more upset about the fact that he knew who they were there to see, and not that they were there.
"Sorry Professor Maze," Jean muttered. She had a fond dislike of hospitals that only a few people knew about. "Hermione keeps raving on about how she thinks she can wake Harry from his coma. Although, I think she just had a little too much Firewhiskey in her tea this morning."
"Thanks for the encouragement," Hermione teased back.
"Anytime girlfriend," Jean returned.
"And are you going to bring me in on this epiphany of yours?" Professor Maze asked, his temper slightly showing. "I am the Master Physician here. And I have to know the exact process of how anyone intends to heal anyone."
Jean sat down, folded her arms across her chest, and waited for the answer. She also wanted to know what she was going to have to do, and whether to start running for the door. Professor Maze also sat down, as Hermione began her elaborate story of how she came to the realization that a song spell may just break Harry's condition. Professor Maze listened with interest, and waited for her to finish before he interjected a thought.
"Do you know how to pronounce the words correctly?" he asked neutrally. He was quite impressed with her thinking, but he wanted to make sure she had thought it through completely before he allowed it to happen.
Hermione thought for a moment. "No," she admitted in defeat.
"Why does she have to get it exactly?" Jean asked.
Professor Maze turned all of his attention to her so sharply it started her. "If she misspeaks a single syllable, she could end up sending his spirit to the Netherworld, or bring his body back, but his mind be that of a dog. Just like any charm, it must be spoken very clearly, and enunciated very well."
"Well, who can us help with that?" Jean asked.
"I can," came a voice from the doorway.
They all looked to see Professor Calvro standing in the doorway. "I am the teacher of Foreign Magic. Where's the book?"
"How did you know what we were up to?" Hermione asked. She knew Jean hadn't told a soul about what was she was planning.
"You ran out of my lecture on song spells. I made a very educated guess that you were going to try to put my class to use and try to bring him back yourself. But, there's something that just reading the spell book won't tell you."
"What's that?" Jean asked. Everyone seemed to know everything that she didn't know, and it bugged her sometimes.
"That the magic actually flows out of you. And the more power the remedy requires, the more magic the song spell drains. It would have been very dangerous for you to use this song spell without any help from me, because I am a much more experienced witch than you. Not to say you don't have your talents, but you haven't had all of my training and endurance tests."
"So, what now?" Jean asked.
Professor Calvro turned to face her. "I'm going to help you. I feel I owe it to him somehow. But, the fact is that even if Hermione and I were to successfully complete the chant, it would be powerless without a rainstorm happening while we are chanting. And for that, I have an assistant."
Professor Calvro stepped into the room more, and everyone saw Cheyenne hiding in the darkening hallway. "She very graciously agreed to help me with a good old fashioned Indian Rain Dance, while the two of us perform our own spell."
"Well, I'm out of the loop," Jean muttered.
"Actually, you can help me with the rain dance," Cheyenne offered.
"How? I was horrible at it. I got the War Dance better than the Rain Dance."
"We'll need thunder and lightning from what I understand, and that'll require your help. All you have to do is stand in one place, and keep up an easy pattern I'll teach you," Cheyenne said. Her smile was so pleasant, all Jean could do was return it's warmth in a smile of her own.
"Cool. Let's get magical," Jean said.
The next half hour went by very quickly with preparations for the song spell. Professor Calvro and Hermione both had to wear pure white robes while chanting, and Jean was being outfitted in a simple Indian ceremony gown. Professor Maze prepared the roof for the song spell, partially because it was better for the spell, and it also kept him close to his supplies. Then the appointed time came. Harry was wheeled onto the center of the roof, and the women came out to see Professor Maze standing next to the patient.
"I leave him in your charge, and under your conscience," he stated when they were in earshot.
"We understand," Professor Calvro said. Professor Calvro and Hermione took their places by Harry, and signalled to Cheyenne and Jean they were ready. Cheyenne began the dance, and within minutes the clouds gathered. Cheyenne signalled to Jean, and Jean started her part of the magic. Using special hand shakers, she started on a simple rhythm, and watched the storm gather strength. Soon, thunder screamed through the night, and lightning tore the darkness in pieces at equal intervals. The white robes on Hermione and Professor Calvro began to glow, so they could see one another, and they began their part of the song spell. Hermione put the holly wreath on her head, held the sea bell out, and every time she completed the phrase "Il nu le ven tir e', il nu le ven tir e'", she was to ring the bell. Professor Calvro placed her hand on Harry's forehead, and head the jar up with the mouth toward the sky. The incantation soon rang out through the night with a loud tone, sounded from Professor Calvro's lips, and it seemed as though it rivaled the thunder for dominion over the world around them.
The rain came down harder, and the lightning and thunder became more and more powerful. The sea bell rang with amazing clarity through the thick magic woven by Professor Calvro's chanting. Her voice never faltered, and only the tight closing of her eyes showed the stress she was under. And then, the incantation's magic began. The lightning struck from several different locations into a center point, and formed a widening circle of intertwining lightning. The circle of lightning slowly lowered itself over them, and continued only to levitate there. Everyone had stopped what they were doing except for Professor Calvro, who seemed to be oblivious to what was going on. From the center of the ring burst a stream of lightning that struck Harry's body. Swirling around it, everyone watched, wondering what was going to happen. A green mist eroded itself from Harry's body, and, captured in the net of lightning, moved it's way snakelike into the jar in Professor Calvro's other hand. Then the lighting ring shrank, and moved itself directly over the jar, and latched itself onto the top of the jar, and then the world came back to it's original state.
Hermione moved over to Harry's body. She stared at his limp body, looking for any sign of change, and he opened his eyes. "Hermione?" he asked.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, flinging herself onto him.
"Is my patient again," Professor Maze stated. Just after his statement Professor Calvro sighed a breath of relief, and started to collapse. Hermione rushed over to support Professor Calvro. She caught her just as the last of her physical strength gave way. "It worked Hermione. Your plan worked," Calvro whispered with weak breath. She fainted into Hermione's arms, and Professor Maze walked over. "She's fatigued, but not to worry. A good night's sleep, and a good dose of Enerzen, and she'll be fine." Professor Maze scooped up Calvro's body, and walked toward the door leading down to the hospital again. "You can talk to Harry for as long as it takes me to put her in a bed, and come back. After that, he's mine."
"Fair enough," Jean mumbled. Her wrists were aching, but she was glad to have Harry back.
"Who won the Quidditch match?" Harry asked.
"We did," Jean answered. She had been the one to catch the Snitch.
"You're in a coma for three weeks, and the only thing you can think of is Quidditch? I feel loved," Cheyenne teased.
"You should," Harry flirted.
"Oh. Are you finally going to ask me out?" she asked.
"Yeah. Just after I ditch the Maze," he smirked.
Everyone had a good laugh at Maze's expense, and kept laughing as he wheeled Harry back to his cubicle.
And somewhere in a dark forest . . . "So, they beat the spell?" a French voice asked. This voice belonged to the most powerful wizard of Deux Batons, and he knew how to make his point in little words.
Jasmine turned to him. "Yes. Apparently, there is more spirit around that boy than just what meets the eye. We'll need to find another way to break him."
"I have an idea," said a very American male.
N/A: I would still like reviews. I need to know how badly I suck.
