Furiae, the young woman who stayed in Harry's consciousness, gently pushed Harry's eyes open with her fingers. She stared down at the startled boy for a few moments, then asked, "Your choice, what is it?"
Harry slowly looked around at his consciousness, or more likely, his unconsciousness. It was a dark place with little light, and the only person there other than himself was Furiae. He had fallen into a restless sleep, as his mind tried to recall brief memories, but alas none of it worked.
"Don't struggle so much, for all efforts will be wasted. I have blocked every memory you have." Furiae whispered, her blue eyes shining with her tears. Her face was soaked with salty fluids, and Harry felt it drop on him once more.
Without another though wasted, Harry opened his dry lips, and spoke to Furiae.
"I'll accept." He breathed out, his voice coming painfully from his mouth.
For a small moment, Furiae stared down at Harry.
"I know. From the very moment you moved your lips, I've know that your body would soon return back to you. Harry, since you have accepted with my offer, I cannot keep you here anymore. Live again in the world you know, but be warned, there are some in my world who are angered at this intervention. They shall seek you out one by one, and all who you meet may not understand the task laid out before you. You will see familiar faces changed by my past deeds, and by those who knew me and wish to change the world. Seek out Caim, my brother, for if anyone call explain it all, it is he."
She then reached out with her hand, and touched a finger to his forehead. A white, blinding light came from within Harry Potter which extended out to the full area of the hospital room.
Harry slowly opened his green eyes, and felt numerous amounts of pain stick his body like pins digging and digging without letting up to give relief. The young man slowly looked around at his surroundings, without turning his head. His eyes widened when he saw a white room, that's door was slowly opening. A medi-wizard walked in, who had tan skin, white hair, and eyes the color of wood.
"The potion worked then? Your awake!" He heard the man exclaim in happiness. He then pointed his oak wand at Harry, and said a spell to monitor his progress.
"I'm sure the party awaiting you will be very happy to see you awake, Mr. Potter." The doctor said to himself, then looked over at Harry's still form.
"Can you move, Mr. Potter?"
Harry closed his eyes, and slowly raised his hand off the sheets. The doctor's happy exclamation of joy was all he remembered before he fainted.
Sirius Black paced a waiting room for five minutes, his hands pushed into pockets, and his face creased with worry.
"So, Sirius would you stop that already?!" Hermione asked, her eyes following Sirius' every step.
"Yes, Mr. Black. It wouldn't do any good for you to be tired before you all went in to see Mr. Potter. Though alas, he is sleeping, it is good diagnosis. He should be fine with about a week or two of bed rest." The medi-wizard said as he walked into the waiting area.
Mrs. Weasley let out a startled gasp, her husband almost choked on the roll her was eating. The two oldest smiled, the twins nodded their heads and nudged Ron who was standing in shock, while Ginny wrapped her arms around her brother, crying with joy.
Hermione, Remus, and Sirius all stood gaping at the doctor, and Remus barely got the words out. "It worked? He'll be okay?!"
"Yes." The medi-wizard said, "His will is strong. He's fine, and he should wake up in the next few hours." Note:
I haven't wrote on this in a while. It's a crossover with Drakengard. I hope the readers will like this chapter. I think it is alright, though a bit rushed. Review alright!