Part One: Opening the Mind.....
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"Alright - I'm all set out here."
"Right, you're going to act like your doing prefect duties and me and Ron will come out after you've opened up the portrait and then we'll go."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?"
"What - I'm the one to be asking you that question, Hermione," said Harry, giving her a small smile.
"Well yes -let's just do this and get it over with before I regret it," she said, standing on her tip toes and giving him a peck upon his cheek.
"See you in few."
Harry turned and mumbled the password to the portrait. Walking inside, he spotted Ron exiting the boys' dormitories; he could see the Invisibility cloak tightly placed inside the cotton of his robes.
"Ready?" asked Harry, watching as Ron made his way over to him.
"Yeah - just have to wait for Hermione to come down, bloody girl takes forever."
"Ron," Harry started, trying not to laugh, "Hermione is already outside the portrait, she'll be opening it for us, remember we told you this at dinner."
"Oh - right," he said, a small blush creeping into the tips of his ears. Harry smiled at him, "So did you get the cloak?"
"Yeah, I was wondering - are we doing this more for Hayley or because Hermione wants us to?"
"Both I guess, look Ron this is probably the first time that I am not annoyed at her nagging, if Hermione thinks its best, then it's probably best."
"Maybe, mate-maybe."
"C'mon, let's go before Hermione thinks we've ditched her."
Ron, reaching into his robes, pulled out the cloak. Handing the front half to him, Harry threw the silvery material over both there bodies. Looking down, trying to detect any awareness of there feet, he nodded at Ron when he saw that they were completely covered.
"Oh well, yes, I think I will just continue on with my patrolling. It was lovely talking to you, Miss Simmers."
"Yes, yes that would be wise, lovely night to you dear," responded the 'Fat Lady' as the portrait door opened to reveal both Ron and Harry stepping out of it.
Harry watched as Hermione smiled a good bye to the ancient portrait and began walking down the corridor to there left. Harry motioned for Ron to follow her without making any sound, or at least until they were in far enough distance of the portrait.
"Miss Simmers?" asked Ron, as they turned a corner, pulling the cloak off of them.
"Yes, you didn't honestly think her real name was 'The Fat Lady' did you?" questioned Hermione in a stern voice.
"I - well yes I did, but I didn't think people actually called her by that, I mean she's been known as the 'The Fat Lady' since mum and dad came here."
"Good Merlin, Ron - I am really starting to think you'd do with a favor half a cup of emotion in that head of yours," said Hermione, reaching over and grabbing the cloak from Harry.
"How you put up with it Harry, I'll never know."
"I beg your pardon, but I bet Harry knows more about woman's emotion then you'll ever -"
"Guys c'mon, I'd rather not get caught in the middle of the night," said Harry, trying his best to not raising his voice.
"Your right Harry - come on lets go then," said Ron.
Harry grabbed the other end the cloak, and with Ron kneeling beneath him, he threw the material over all three of the bodies.
As they began to walk, a deadly silent engulfed them all. That is when Harry's mind began to wander; why was he doing this? Was it for Hayley, or for him?
"Do you realize that all three of us haven't been under here since our third year with Sirius?" asked Hermione, in a thoughtful whisper.
"It's no wonder then that I need to kneel down now is it," said Ron, gazing down at his legs, which were so bent he looked like he was walking on his knees.
"Hermione, do you have any idea how were going to do this?" asked Harry, trying to ignore the feeling of Ron's knee hitting him in the bag of his thigh with every step.
"I have a feeling I'll be missing morning classes tomorrow - what? It's just McGonagall, and Flitwick, right," said Ron.
"Wish I could say the same - with my first detention this Friday, I don't want to be ticking her off more then she already is with me," hissed Harry.
He was more surprised at how quiet Hermione was with Ron's last statement. He would have thought she would have stopped the thought of ditching classes to be a sin, but knowing this was her idea, she couldn't blame herself for there suggestion of getting some more sleep before the try- outs.
"Alohomora," whispered Hermione, her wand pointed towards the doorknob leading into the library ten minutes later.
Harry walked forward along with Ron by his side, and all three began to push at the heavy wooden doors.
"C'mon, let's get in before Filch comes walking around the corner," said Ron, advancing forward and entering the library. Hermione pocketed her wand, and taking Ron's lead, slipped from out of the cloak and walked inside, Harry following seconds after.
"Alright - Madam Prince told me they were in the Restricted Section of the library -"
"What," hissed Ron, "what do you mean 'Madam Prince told you' you said you knew!"
"I do Ron! -- Oh c'mon," she huffed and began walking forward to the end of the isle.
"Okay, here we are," said Hermione, pulling her wand out again and aiming it at the second door, lined with a steel gate covering where glass should have been placed.
"Alohomora."
Harry watched for the second time as Hermione pocketed her wand, and pushed the door open, walking in, than followed by himself than Ron.
"Just down this isle - and they should be-," Hermione's voice trailed off as she started scanning covers and bindings.
"Wait, Hermione," said Harry, suddenly remembering something.
"Didn't you say the newspapers were behind a door?"
"Yes, but it can only appear if you touch a certain unique book - here it is!" she squealed, running down the isle, and pulling out an odd red, yet yellowish colored book at the end of the shelf.
"Great, not only do we not have the newspapers, but we now have a book that looks like it got hurled on," said Ron, walking forward.
Hermione chose to ignore Ron's comment, which Harry saw she was having trouble doing as her lips were pursed up in a tight manner.
"Now what happens, 'Mione?" asked Harry.
"We wait for a door to appear," she said, turning around; the book still held tightly in her hands. "Like that one!"
Harry looked up to where she was running. Walking forward in a fast motion, Ron beside him, they stopped at her side.
"The relief about this is - that you've already solved the problem, so we don't need to unlock it this time," said Hermione, walking forward towards the door. "It's already unlocked for you."
Harry watched as Hermione placed her hand on the rusty door handle, and with one sharp push, it easily opened at her presence.
"I must admit, Hermione - you got the wits about you," said Ron.
"It's alright, Ron, a simply 'I-was-right'-can-wait-till-later.'
"Reckon we're going to need all of our wands here, mates," said Ron, stepping inside the door; his figure instantly disappearing as darkness engulfed his body.
Harry pulled his wand out from his back pocket, waiting as Hermione did so, too. With a short nod towards her, they both muttered; "Lumos," as a yellow light illuminated their surroundings.
Stepping inside the door together, they spotted Ron half way into the room, his wand illuminated also.
"Blimey - how many Daily Prophets you reckon she's collected over the years."
Harry followed Ron's gaze and, he to, couldn't help suppress a slight issue escaping his throat.
The entire room was lined with cabinets. Many of them harboring a different color then the usual steel silver. Some in green, red, and blue.
"Looks like were going to have full night ahead of us," said Harry, walking forward and scanning the tags hanging off of each cabinet.
"No Harry - there in this cabinet I remember," said Hermione, walking forward.
"Better stand back you two," she said, shooting them a warning glare.
"Why?" asked Ron.
"You'll see in a moment, just stand back."
Harry and Ron both did as they were told, standing a good ten feet away. Hermione raised her hand, and placing it over the huge silver handle, she began tugging at the object.
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted through the silenced solitude. Seconds later, a huge rumbling began to echo through the surroundings.
Harry, feeling insecure now, dropped his wand and reached forward, and grabbed Hermione around the hips. Pulling her back, right as huge rectangular shelf shot out from the cabinet, rushing forward, right where Hermione would have been standing seconds before.
"Thanks," whispered Hermione, a hand clutching her chest and trying to regulate her breathing. Watching as the object in front of them came to a slow pace, and then sharply to a stop.
"Whoa - look at this thing!" Ron said, stepping away from them to gaze down at the millions of files lining the area.
Harry, still holding Hermione, walked forward. Following Ron's gaze they look at the newly formed shelf before them.
"Never thought I'd see something this long eh," said Ron.
"What is it?" asked Harry.
"These are the Daily Prophets, Harry," said Hermione, walking out of Harry's embrace; she began walking down the isle of folders, setting her wand down beside her, she began to examine the numerous files.
"This must be at least eighty feet long."
"How far back do these dates go Hermione?" asked Harry.
"1880 I think."
"Blimey - we'll be here all night," said Ron.
"I doubt it, just look for the year 1982, in October, that was the year they finally released Hayley's name to the public."
"Well, I reckon since it was only fifteen years ago, then it would probably be around here," said Harry, gesturing to a section of newspapers.
"Here they are 1982!" hissed Hermione, bending over in a hurry.
"How d'we know which ones are which?" asked Ron, walking over towards Hermione.
"Just start picking random ones up and reading the headlines."
Ron glanced back at Harry, who seemed dazed and queasy for a second.
"Harry - you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
Inhaling a great deal of breath, he walked forward towards Ron and Hermione, who, she at the moment, seemed to caught up and involved in scanning headlines, then placing them back in there respectable spots, to notice Harry.
"Look Harry - look at all of these 'You-Know-Who strikes a village, ten natives found dead - Death Eaters invade Diagon Alley and twenty children found dead - Death Eaters attack St. Mungo's and twenty people killed - Four families found dead in there homes -"
"Hermione please - I think I'm gonna be sick if you keep reading that," said Ron, a small frown covering his lips.
Harry stood silent. He didn't think he could listen to anymore of that either, he felt like his heart was being cut out and ripped to pieces, all those death in just one year.
"Oh my," said Hermione, standing back up from the pile of papers, her hand covering her mouth.
"What - what is it Hermione," said Harry, walking forward to her side. She seemed to be staring at the paper in her hands like it held her death wish.
Hermione handed the paper to Harry. He looked up at her confused.
"Just read it."
Harry looked down at the paper before him, and suddenly he found his eyes wide, and his mouth hanging open.
"What is it?" asked Ron.
"It's a picture of my parents," said Harry, lowering the paper away from his eyes.
"Let me see that," said Ron, reaching forward and taking the paper from him.
Harry felt like his throat was closing up, he could barely feel his knees beginning to shake from under the weight of his body. He felt like he was going to be sick.
"Harry - there's two babies in this picture - is that - is that you and Hayley?" asked Ron.
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"Jane -Jane go get Healer Beaker I think she's waking up!"
There was the sound of feet hitting the marble floor as a source exited the room. Hayley felt something warm and smooth rub over her forehead, she turned her head, groaning at the object.
"Come on, Hayley wake up."
Hayley felt presence upon her face. The same warm feeling touched her cheek, whipping away the sticky hair that had been lingering to her forehead.
Slowly, yet patiently she opened her eyes. She could see a blurry figure standing inches above her face; she tried blinking numerous times, bringing the image clearer to her gaze.
Emerald eyes met the gaze of blue.
"Dad."
"Oh Thank Merlin - yes, yes I'm here."
Hayley groaned as she felt something close up inside her throat. Inhaling a great deal of breath she let out a rasp and hard cough.
"Oh, here sit up," said Will, placing his hand behind his daughter's back and lifting her into sitting position.
Hayley felt she could barely breath, the coughs kept coming, and with each one her chest stung at the force it was causing on her.
She could feel the same warm object place itself over her back and start a motioning circular pattern. The last cough erupted through her throat and with that, the last extreme inhale was made.
Hayley felt her father place a hand on her shoulder and slowly, yet cautiously, guided her back down to a lying position.
"Oh, finally up I see," said a voice in front of Hayley she couldn't detect.
"Healer, she was coughing a second ago is that -"
"Perfectly normal for someone who's been asleep for two days and safely recovered from a fire, it's just her lungs clearing out the left over smoke."
"Oh God, Hayley, you had me worried out of my wits!"
"It's alright, Miss Glenwood, she is going to be fine, but we do still have to go through some ordinary procedures for fire cases like these. Here let's sit you up into a sitting position, eh, Hayley."
She felt someone walk forward, and raise her bed, causing her back to bend and crack.
"Oh, little sore, I see, we'll have a Medi-nurse come in and give you something for the pain."
Hayley turned her head towards the voice. Suddenly, she found herself staring into deep crisp brown eyes, following with deep golden hair, a slim, yet lanky body.
"My name is Healer Beaker, Hayley; do you know where you are?"
Hayley turned her head around her surroundings. All she could see was a white room, and looking down she felt her eyebrows knit together as she saw IV's coming out of her arms, also a creamy colored slang hanging off her left.
"You're in St. Mungo's, you gave us quite the scare, but you're going to be fine now. You broke your arm somehow, and we were forced to remove it and grow it back over night. You'll have to wear that sling for a couple of days now, but since you are healing this nicely I think it's safe to say that you'll be out of here by Wednesday instead of Friday. I see no need to keep you that long - do you remember anything that happened to you, Hayley?"
She felt like her mind was in a fast forward motion. She was seeing images flying through her head; saying good-bye to Harry, Ron, and Hermione -- seeing Malfoy at the shop - Midice -- the room she was locked in -- the fire -- the dog.
'THE DOG!'
"Where - where is it?" asked Hayley, sitting up suddenly and looking around the room frantically.
"Where's what Hayley?" asked Jane, stepping forward and placing a hand over her daughter's.
"The d-dog."
"Hayley, does your head hurt -"
"No, there was a dog there, it saved me - it carried me out of the shop."
"Hayley, you're not feeling well, your talking nonsense -"
"NO, DAD THERE WAS A BIG BLACK DOG!"
"Hayley -"
"I'm fine -- if it wasn't for that dog I'd be dead right now!"
"You know what I think I'm going to go get a refill on her blood count, excuse me for a minute," said Healer Beaker, exiting the room in a hurry.
"This is my entire fault," said Will, running his hand through his blond hair.
"Will, I've told you - this isn't your fault," said Jane, removing her hand from Hayley's and placing it over her husbands shoulder.
"Hayley - if only I had gotten there sooner, you would have gotten out of there, you wouldn't be in here right now."
Hayley didn't say anything; she felt a hard pain tug at her stomach. Her mind wandered back to the shop -- the fire -- her arm; the creamy covered sling now hanging off it -- Harry, Ron, Hermione - the dog; it's yellow eyes now staring at her through closed eyelids.
'I have to find that dog.'
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Harry lay in his bed, completely enveloped in sleep. He felt the sun greet its presence over his face through the creaks of his curtains, causing him to groan and turn over.
With a swooshing sound above him, Harry heard his curtains being pulled back, and with that, the whole sun greeting his closed eyes.
"Harry, Ron. C'mon, get up."
He could feel someone poking him in his shoulder blade.
"Whadoyowa," mumbled Ron into his pillow.
"Oh, as beautiful as that was Ron, its twenty minutes till class -- get up you two, your not missing anymore classes, and Ron -- prefects - do -- not - miss -- class!" said Hermione, in an vague voice.
"Yeah, well this one does." Ron turned over, grabbed his curtain, and with one sharp swoosh, shut it.
Harry, sleep still washed over him, heard Hermione let out a very impatient sigh.
Turning towards his bed, she began walking over to him, and bending over, she placed her hands over his shoulder, and leaning down, planted a small kiss on his cheek.
Harry smiled through the moan that was escaping his mouth. He may not have wanted to get up, but he could do with good mornings like these more often.
Opening his eyes, he turned over, grabbing Hermione by the arms and pulling her down to the bed by him.
Hermione let out a breathless giggle as Harry leaned back over and shut the curtains behind him.
"Harry," she said, sitting up on the bed.
"What?"
"We have class in fifteen minutes - come on before Professor McGonagall gets there."
"I'll get up - but I doubt you'll be getting Ron up other there."
"I could always send Ginny in; she'll know how to set his wits straight."
"Alright I'm up!" said a very irritated Ron, pulling back the curtains in a fast motion.
"Or you could just threaten him with it," laughed Harry, waiting until after Ron was securely in the small bathroom, before voicing his thoughts.
"Well there's no time for you to go wash up in the Washroom, I'll just see you there," Hermione said, leaning forward and planting a quick kiss over Harry's lips, before opening the curtain, shouting a 'bye' at Ron and exiting the dormitory.
Feeling sleep completely worn off him, Harry threw the covers off his body, and got out of bed.
Gathering up his robes for the day, he heard the bathroom door open in a huff, and out stepped Ron.
"I swear to Merlin if she keeps that up, I'll go bloody ballistic on her."
"Right - and if it was Hayley doing it, you'd hop right out of bed like a good prat and not say a thing about it?"
Harry watched as Ron's ears turned a bright shade of crimson, trying to keep his face from exploding into laughter, he grabbed his robes from off his bed.
"Hey Harry, how many newspapers did you nick last night?"
"Four, they're in my trunk, why?"
"Just wondering , you do realize we have try-outs tonight right?"
"Yeah is Ginny trying out?"
"Reckon so, she really enjoyed being on the team last year, despite Umbridge and what not, I don't think that was even real Quidditch."
"Don't remind me -- c'mon lets go."
Harry slipped on his tie, tied his shoes down, grabbed his wand and bag near the door, and with only five minutes before class, they made there way out of the common room.
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Hayley sighed as she gazed out the open window of her hospital room. It had begun snowing again and Hayley couldn't find anything more depressing then being here in this room, rather then being at Hogwarts.
"Love, is everything alright." A warm hand came soothing up her arm, and rubbing it gently, Hayley exhaled another sigh.
"Fine, mum."
"Does anything hurt, are you hungry?"
"Jane, please, she's only been awake for three hours and you're already fussing over her," said Will.
"Well, it wasn't compared to what your father was doing while you were sleeping," Jane whispered into Hayley's ear, resulting in a small laugh glowing from her face.
"Aha we have a smile!" said Will, seemingly trying to cheer her up.
"Sure you're not hungry?" asked her mother again.
"Actually, I wouldn't mind some tomato soup right about now," said Hayley, hoisting herself up onto her bed some more.
"Alright, I'll just go down and get it for you then."
"I need a walk around also, hunny I'll accompany you, Hayley you don't mind do you?" asked Will.
Hayley looked at him for a moment giving him a stern look.
"Right, we'll let you have your few moments of peace."
Hayley watched as Jane and Will exited the room, sighing with relief at how more peaceful it was not hearing 'are you feeling okay' in your ear every twenty minutes.
Right as Hayley was about to lay her head upon her pillow and join sleep in its slumber, the door opened again.
Trying not to groan as she sat up; knowing that if she kept that up, her reputation of 'what a sweet girl' wouldn't be followed after every sentence of the Medi-nurses she had met so far while being here.
"Ah, you must be Hayley Glenwood, my name is Healer Frunz."
Hayley glanced over the healer before her. He looked to be around his mid twenties, with dark midnight hair, along with stunning silver eyes. He was standing a good six-foot, with a very built body, around his shoulders and arms. A built that reminded her of her father's body.
"Hello," greeted Hayley, trying not to stare into his silver eyes. They seemed familiar to a person she would not like to remember at the moment.
"Are your parents here at the moment?" asked the healer, eyeing her in a particular manner, almost like he had seen her before.
"Er - no they went out for a bite to eat for the moment."
"Your probably wondering why I'm here so I'll tell you, I work up in the blood unit up on the last floor. It isn't usually a well-known place, but that's for other reasons. Hayley, Healer Beaker tells me that you broke your arm in the fire you were caught in, is that correct?"
Hayley nodded her head at him, wishing at that moment her parents would make a quick decision and return to the room as quickly as possible. It was just the presence about this man that didn't strike Hayley as friendly, but she kept a civil look on her face all the same.
"Well you had what Muggles or Healers trained in Muggle medicine like to call an 'open compound fracture', which can be more serious then say a regular fracture. See with open compounds, the bone punctures through the skin, resulting in loosing a lot of blood if not treated immediately. And that is just what happened with you, only you were helped fairly quickly, you still lost quite the amount of liters though."
Hayley nodded her head at him once more. Not really seeing this eye to eye as he was explaining it to her.
"As you can see, we have been getting donated blood as a replacement for the amount you lost. Even though your heart will do this anyway, we have to also, because we replaced your arm with a newly formed bone, and when that happens we need to feed the patient the same blood type to have the bone respectably okay. This has to happen because of the spell we used to replace the bone with. We need to do another blood draw off you, but with the other medicine we are feeding into your body, we don't want to take blood from you, so we have decided to use your mother's or father's blood. Seeing as you have the same blood type, and if you don't, we'll find that out when the tests come back, and find out what blood type they are."
"Alright," said Hayley, wondering why he was telling her this, and not her parents -- if they would have been here.
"Okay then, I have all my supplies ready, and I'll just go find your parents and get it over with so you can be ready to leave on Wednesday, how does that sound?"
"Sounds great."
Healer Frunz smiled at Hayley, showing a nicely pair of white teeth. He turned his back on her and began heading towards the door.
Sighing once more, Hayley laid her head back down on her pillow, feeling sleep making its way into her eyes and putting her into a blissful moment of grace.
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"May I introduce to you the new, completely formed Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Katie Bell's voice echoed into the common room, as she stepped inside, gathering the attention of the residents.
"Joining in as our new Chaser - Ginny Weasley." Several cheers and catcalls were made. The Gryffindors' began standing up and clapping there hands at the team, now piling in through the portrait.
"Also joining the team as our two new Beaters -- Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas."
Harry tried to show excitement as Dean and Seamus entered the room, smiling at all the clapping faces beaming down on them. He never really did get over Seamus and Dean's fights, and he may never will. Seamus had just crossed his boundary when he had made comments of Harry's sanity the year previous, but Dean; well his little prudent mutuality about Hayley had pretty much lost him a lot of respect from Harry.
He had to admit though, he was trying to let those memories be placed in the past -- knowing now -- that these two boys were not just his school mates, but also his team mates as well.
Harry spotted Hermione making her way over towards them through the newly formed crowed of students now shuffled around the team. Harry could hear Katie giving Dean and Seamus the same welcome lecture he had heard Oliver give him, five years ago.
"Ginny you made the team, I knew you would!" said Hermione, embracing her in a tight hug.
"Funny, I don't remember you doing that to me when I made the team," said Ron, coming up from behind Harry, and gazing at Hermione and Ginny, a despicable look over his features.
"Maybe that's a good thing Ron," said Harry, getting a waft of his breath and smelling a strong sense of Butterbeer.
"Oh, do you want a hug Harry?" mocked Ron, raising his arms into the air.
"I'll pass thanks, already starting on drinks are we?"
"What -- two of my mates made the team, along with my sister, why can't I celebrate."
"Go on ahead then, tell Katie and Alicia I'll be there in a minute." Harry waited until Ron nodded at him, and turning around he went to fetch the two girls. He spotted them talking to a bunch of seventh years at the other end of the common room.
"Congratulations, Ginny," said Harry, coming up from behind Hermione and smiling at her.
"Thanks, Harry! Wow - this feels even better then last year, now I'm officially on the team!"
"I wouldn't get to cozy there Gin, I reckon Katie is another Oliver ninny."
"I'll talk to you later Ginny, I have to help Harry with something," said Hermione, shooting her friend a smile before pulling Harry into a nearby silenced corner.
"What d'you have to help me with?"
"Harry - I was wondering how you're feeling," Hermione said, scanning there surroundings for any intruders.
"I'm feeling great Hermione."
"Try-outs went well?"
"Well, I felt bad for some third year who didn't make a catch and flew off in tears, but other then that it was fine, reckon it'll be a good year --" before Harry could utter the finishing statement to her question, she started him off with a new one.
" -- have you started reading through some of those Daily Prophets you brought back with you?"
"Er - to be honest no, I've been dreading it somewhat."
"Harry -"
"Look Hermione, I don't want to talk about that now alright."
"Okay, sorry to bring it up."
"It's alright," he said, leaning down and pecking a small kiss over her cheek.
"Where's Ron?"
"Probably started to get pissed as hell, you know he's been wanting to for quite some time since -"
"-- since your sixteenth birthday party," a sly smile playing across her face at the shocked looked coming from Harry's.
"You knew about that!" he hissed.
"Harry of course I knew! I'm not stupid, I could hear all four of you retching in that loo all day!"
"I hate to interrupt but, Potter a word if you don't mind," said a voice in Harry's ear that made him jump. Turning around he saw Professor McGonagall standing above him, a convulsive smile covering her stern lips.
"Oh -- er of course, Professor," said Harry, giving Hermione a questioning glance then walking over towards McGonagall.
"First things first, congratulations on the new team, should come along nicely for the final cup this year, and also some other rather important news I have for you.
"We just received a letter from St. Mungo's saying Miss Glenwood has awoken, and will be returning to Hogwarts on Wednesday, and also that your detention will be served on Friday, and Hagrid was nice enough to say that you will be serving it with him. You will go straight to his cabin at eight o'clock, not my office understood."
Harry couldn't help the smile that came across his face, trying to aim it more towards Hayley, rather then Hagrid, he nodded is head, and thanked the Professor before she left the common room.
Walking away from the portrait, and spotting Hermione and Ron in a near by corner with Ginny, he walked over towards them, wanting to spend the rest of the night in a free given party, alas his mind not wondering over the subject of the one thing he had been dreading himself with the past three days.
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Hayley lay asleep in her hospital bed, feeling the light moon caressing her skin as it lay over her face. She felt so comfortable, lying atop of the cotton mattress; the exact amount of blankest spread over her body, giving her the reasonable heat she preferred; she stifled a yawn as she tried to get back into the grace that had her enwrapped in seconds before. That's when a strong cramp seized itself over her lower abdomen, bringing her out of her slumber.
Bringing her hand down, she began to rub at her lower stomach, trying to drive the pain away, only causing it to tighten, and also tightening her lower body parts as well.
Groaning as sleep left her body, Hayley sat up, fully aware now that the Medi-nurse must have taken out her catheter while she was sleeping. Scanning the room, she spotted her parents lying on the cot, the nurse had given them, under the window. A small blanket and pillows under both there heads as they slept, her father's hand wrapped tightly around her mother's waist.
'Guess they won't be leaving anytime soon.'
Swinging her legs around, she tried to keep her inhale to a minimum as she felt the left over effects of the catheter take control over her body. Either that, or her lower parts were just extremely sore for some reason.
Standing upon the floor, she grabbed her IV poll, turning and heading towards the door. Stepping out into the chilly corridor of St. Mungo's, she noticed that it was completely empty, suitable for a hospital to be at night, and something she preferred being up at this hour.
Glancing up towards the oak clock standing beside her, she read the time:
12:34 AM
Rubbing her neck, she turned her head to the left; spotting the ladies loo. She began to head down the corridor, the IV poll still held loosely in her hands, and her eyes set forward on her destination half way down the corridor.
Why did Medi-nurses insist on making you drink fluids, if the result was waking there patients up in the middle of the night. They should ensure a better time schedule of doing this, or just leaving the catheters in.
Right as Hayley's hand was about to push the door open, someone spoke.
"Oy! Healer Beaker!"
Turning her head, Hayley ducked out of the way just in time to see Healer Frunz come running down the corridor.
Heart racing, she fell to her knees and crept around the corner, standing back up. She sulked into the shadows, trying to hide her face from being seen. She didn't need to be seen by him in the middle of the night, least of all standing outside of the loo.
"How many times have I told you, Frunz call me John," said Healer Beaker, stepping out from behind the reception desk and coming towards him.
Hayley tried sinking farther back into the darkness as the healers stopped right before her corridor, which oddly enough, had all the lights turned off, therefore hiding her face from there view.
"Right sorry, John," said Frunz, hoisting a file of parchment on his arm.
"Well what can I do for yeah then, Frunz?"
"Remember the blood file I ran by you on the Glenwood patient earlier?"
Hayley's felt her stomach drop. She lowered herself to the floor again; her bladder completely forgotten as she moved closer to the two men.
"Er - vaguely, something about how the mother accepted being the blood taker, and it was now safely being tested in the labs downstairs."
"Yes, well there back from the labs now, and I've taken a look at them. I thought maybe you should seek to do so to?"
"What - talking rubbish again Frunz, why would I need to look at them, does the mother match her or not?"
"The blood test sir -- no."
"So what's all this nonsense on about, just asks the father or find another donor -"
"Neither is the DNA test John."
"D-DNA test, I didn't order a DNA test on that patient."
"No -- you didn't. The labs got it mistaken in the file I sent down, and ending in, they did two, one blood and one DNA."
"Oh bloody hell, of all hours of the night - alright let me see the papers."
Hayley watched as Frunz reached from under his arm, and pulled out a piece of parchment, handing it over to Beaker.
"Mother of pearls, you sure the blokes down in the lab aren't playing cock- and-bull down there and didn't mistake this?" asked Beaker, glancing up at Frunz in a hopeful manner.
"No, John - I ran it by them twice, both results came back the same."
"The parents never told me about this -"
"Is that the only solution, surely she wasn't adopted John, I reckon the parents would have told us straight away."
"Yes, if there not huffing all over her - lets not discuss this out here Frunz, c'mon I think we need to visit the labs floor," said Beaker, inhaling a great sigh, pocketing the parchment, and setting down the corridor, Healer Frunz setting off not far behind him. Hayley watched until she was sure they were entirely out of the corridor before stepping out of her hiding place.
Entering her room, six minutes later, she looked over her parents; still peacefully asleep. There eyes closed in a relaxing manner, and there lips curved into small smiles; Will's hand securely wrapped around Jane's waist, the moon echoing off there face in soft creamy colors.
'Surely she wasn't adopted John.'
Hayley felt numb as she climbed into bed, she felt like everything lingering around her was becoming a blur. She could feel her chest tightening, and air becoming a problem to escape or inhale.
'It's not true - it can't be true.'
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Does anyone know how to save in intalics?
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"Alright - I'm all set out here."
"Right, you're going to act like your doing prefect duties and me and Ron will come out after you've opened up the portrait and then we'll go."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?"
"What - I'm the one to be asking you that question, Hermione," said Harry, giving her a small smile.
"Well yes -let's just do this and get it over with before I regret it," she said, standing on her tip toes and giving him a peck upon his cheek.
"See you in few."
Harry turned and mumbled the password to the portrait. Walking inside, he spotted Ron exiting the boys' dormitories; he could see the Invisibility cloak tightly placed inside the cotton of his robes.
"Ready?" asked Harry, watching as Ron made his way over to him.
"Yeah - just have to wait for Hermione to come down, bloody girl takes forever."
"Ron," Harry started, trying not to laugh, "Hermione is already outside the portrait, she'll be opening it for us, remember we told you this at dinner."
"Oh - right," he said, a small blush creeping into the tips of his ears. Harry smiled at him, "So did you get the cloak?"
"Yeah, I was wondering - are we doing this more for Hayley or because Hermione wants us to?"
"Both I guess, look Ron this is probably the first time that I am not annoyed at her nagging, if Hermione thinks its best, then it's probably best."
"Maybe, mate-maybe."
"C'mon, let's go before Hermione thinks we've ditched her."
Ron, reaching into his robes, pulled out the cloak. Handing the front half to him, Harry threw the silvery material over both there bodies. Looking down, trying to detect any awareness of there feet, he nodded at Ron when he saw that they were completely covered.
"Oh well, yes, I think I will just continue on with my patrolling. It was lovely talking to you, Miss Simmers."
"Yes, yes that would be wise, lovely night to you dear," responded the 'Fat Lady' as the portrait door opened to reveal both Ron and Harry stepping out of it.
Harry watched as Hermione smiled a good bye to the ancient portrait and began walking down the corridor to there left. Harry motioned for Ron to follow her without making any sound, or at least until they were in far enough distance of the portrait.
"Miss Simmers?" asked Ron, as they turned a corner, pulling the cloak off of them.
"Yes, you didn't honestly think her real name was 'The Fat Lady' did you?" questioned Hermione in a stern voice.
"I - well yes I did, but I didn't think people actually called her by that, I mean she's been known as the 'The Fat Lady' since mum and dad came here."
"Good Merlin, Ron - I am really starting to think you'd do with a favor half a cup of emotion in that head of yours," said Hermione, reaching over and grabbing the cloak from Harry.
"How you put up with it Harry, I'll never know."
"I beg your pardon, but I bet Harry knows more about woman's emotion then you'll ever -"
"Guys c'mon, I'd rather not get caught in the middle of the night," said Harry, trying his best to not raising his voice.
"Your right Harry - come on lets go then," said Ron.
Harry grabbed the other end the cloak, and with Ron kneeling beneath him, he threw the material over all three of the bodies.
As they began to walk, a deadly silent engulfed them all. That is when Harry's mind began to wander; why was he doing this? Was it for Hayley, or for him?
"Do you realize that all three of us haven't been under here since our third year with Sirius?" asked Hermione, in a thoughtful whisper.
"It's no wonder then that I need to kneel down now is it," said Ron, gazing down at his legs, which were so bent he looked like he was walking on his knees.
"Hermione, do you have any idea how were going to do this?" asked Harry, trying to ignore the feeling of Ron's knee hitting him in the bag of his thigh with every step.
"I have a feeling I'll be missing morning classes tomorrow - what? It's just McGonagall, and Flitwick, right," said Ron.
"Wish I could say the same - with my first detention this Friday, I don't want to be ticking her off more then she already is with me," hissed Harry.
He was more surprised at how quiet Hermione was with Ron's last statement. He would have thought she would have stopped the thought of ditching classes to be a sin, but knowing this was her idea, she couldn't blame herself for there suggestion of getting some more sleep before the try- outs.
"Alohomora," whispered Hermione, her wand pointed towards the doorknob leading into the library ten minutes later.
Harry walked forward along with Ron by his side, and all three began to push at the heavy wooden doors.
"C'mon, let's get in before Filch comes walking around the corner," said Ron, advancing forward and entering the library. Hermione pocketed her wand, and taking Ron's lead, slipped from out of the cloak and walked inside, Harry following seconds after.
"Alright - Madam Prince told me they were in the Restricted Section of the library -"
"What," hissed Ron, "what do you mean 'Madam Prince told you' you said you knew!"
"I do Ron! -- Oh c'mon," she huffed and began walking forward to the end of the isle.
"Okay, here we are," said Hermione, pulling her wand out again and aiming it at the second door, lined with a steel gate covering where glass should have been placed.
"Alohomora."
Harry watched for the second time as Hermione pocketed her wand, and pushed the door open, walking in, than followed by himself than Ron.
"Just down this isle - and they should be-," Hermione's voice trailed off as she started scanning covers and bindings.
"Wait, Hermione," said Harry, suddenly remembering something.
"Didn't you say the newspapers were behind a door?"
"Yes, but it can only appear if you touch a certain unique book - here it is!" she squealed, running down the isle, and pulling out an odd red, yet yellowish colored book at the end of the shelf.
"Great, not only do we not have the newspapers, but we now have a book that looks like it got hurled on," said Ron, walking forward.
Hermione chose to ignore Ron's comment, which Harry saw she was having trouble doing as her lips were pursed up in a tight manner.
"Now what happens, 'Mione?" asked Harry.
"We wait for a door to appear," she said, turning around; the book still held tightly in her hands. "Like that one!"
Harry looked up to where she was running. Walking forward in a fast motion, Ron beside him, they stopped at her side.
"The relief about this is - that you've already solved the problem, so we don't need to unlock it this time," said Hermione, walking forward towards the door. "It's already unlocked for you."
Harry watched as Hermione placed her hand on the rusty door handle, and with one sharp push, it easily opened at her presence.
"I must admit, Hermione - you got the wits about you," said Ron.
"It's alright, Ron, a simply 'I-was-right'-can-wait-till-later.'
"Reckon we're going to need all of our wands here, mates," said Ron, stepping inside the door; his figure instantly disappearing as darkness engulfed his body.
Harry pulled his wand out from his back pocket, waiting as Hermione did so, too. With a short nod towards her, they both muttered; "Lumos," as a yellow light illuminated their surroundings.
Stepping inside the door together, they spotted Ron half way into the room, his wand illuminated also.
"Blimey - how many Daily Prophets you reckon she's collected over the years."
Harry followed Ron's gaze and, he to, couldn't help suppress a slight issue escaping his throat.
The entire room was lined with cabinets. Many of them harboring a different color then the usual steel silver. Some in green, red, and blue.
"Looks like were going to have full night ahead of us," said Harry, walking forward and scanning the tags hanging off of each cabinet.
"No Harry - there in this cabinet I remember," said Hermione, walking forward.
"Better stand back you two," she said, shooting them a warning glare.
"Why?" asked Ron.
"You'll see in a moment, just stand back."
Harry and Ron both did as they were told, standing a good ten feet away. Hermione raised her hand, and placing it over the huge silver handle, she began tugging at the object.
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted through the silenced solitude. Seconds later, a huge rumbling began to echo through the surroundings.
Harry, feeling insecure now, dropped his wand and reached forward, and grabbed Hermione around the hips. Pulling her back, right as huge rectangular shelf shot out from the cabinet, rushing forward, right where Hermione would have been standing seconds before.
"Thanks," whispered Hermione, a hand clutching her chest and trying to regulate her breathing. Watching as the object in front of them came to a slow pace, and then sharply to a stop.
"Whoa - look at this thing!" Ron said, stepping away from them to gaze down at the millions of files lining the area.
Harry, still holding Hermione, walked forward. Following Ron's gaze they look at the newly formed shelf before them.
"Never thought I'd see something this long eh," said Ron.
"What is it?" asked Harry.
"These are the Daily Prophets, Harry," said Hermione, walking out of Harry's embrace; she began walking down the isle of folders, setting her wand down beside her, she began to examine the numerous files.
"This must be at least eighty feet long."
"How far back do these dates go Hermione?" asked Harry.
"1880 I think."
"Blimey - we'll be here all night," said Ron.
"I doubt it, just look for the year 1982, in October, that was the year they finally released Hayley's name to the public."
"Well, I reckon since it was only fifteen years ago, then it would probably be around here," said Harry, gesturing to a section of newspapers.
"Here they are 1982!" hissed Hermione, bending over in a hurry.
"How d'we know which ones are which?" asked Ron, walking over towards Hermione.
"Just start picking random ones up and reading the headlines."
Ron glanced back at Harry, who seemed dazed and queasy for a second.
"Harry - you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
Inhaling a great deal of breath, he walked forward towards Ron and Hermione, who, she at the moment, seemed to caught up and involved in scanning headlines, then placing them back in there respectable spots, to notice Harry.
"Look Harry - look at all of these 'You-Know-Who strikes a village, ten natives found dead - Death Eaters invade Diagon Alley and twenty children found dead - Death Eaters attack St. Mungo's and twenty people killed - Four families found dead in there homes -"
"Hermione please - I think I'm gonna be sick if you keep reading that," said Ron, a small frown covering his lips.
Harry stood silent. He didn't think he could listen to anymore of that either, he felt like his heart was being cut out and ripped to pieces, all those death in just one year.
"Oh my," said Hermione, standing back up from the pile of papers, her hand covering her mouth.
"What - what is it Hermione," said Harry, walking forward to her side. She seemed to be staring at the paper in her hands like it held her death wish.
Hermione handed the paper to Harry. He looked up at her confused.
"Just read it."
Harry looked down at the paper before him, and suddenly he found his eyes wide, and his mouth hanging open.
"What is it?" asked Ron.
"It's a picture of my parents," said Harry, lowering the paper away from his eyes.
"Let me see that," said Ron, reaching forward and taking the paper from him.
Harry felt like his throat was closing up, he could barely feel his knees beginning to shake from under the weight of his body. He felt like he was going to be sick.
"Harry - there's two babies in this picture - is that - is that you and Hayley?" asked Ron.
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"Jane -Jane go get Healer Beaker I think she's waking up!"
There was the sound of feet hitting the marble floor as a source exited the room. Hayley felt something warm and smooth rub over her forehead, she turned her head, groaning at the object.
"Come on, Hayley wake up."
Hayley felt presence upon her face. The same warm feeling touched her cheek, whipping away the sticky hair that had been lingering to her forehead.
Slowly, yet patiently she opened her eyes. She could see a blurry figure standing inches above her face; she tried blinking numerous times, bringing the image clearer to her gaze.
Emerald eyes met the gaze of blue.
"Dad."
"Oh Thank Merlin - yes, yes I'm here."
Hayley groaned as she felt something close up inside her throat. Inhaling a great deal of breath she let out a rasp and hard cough.
"Oh, here sit up," said Will, placing his hand behind his daughter's back and lifting her into sitting position.
Hayley felt she could barely breath, the coughs kept coming, and with each one her chest stung at the force it was causing on her.
She could feel the same warm object place itself over her back and start a motioning circular pattern. The last cough erupted through her throat and with that, the last extreme inhale was made.
Hayley felt her father place a hand on her shoulder and slowly, yet cautiously, guided her back down to a lying position.
"Oh, finally up I see," said a voice in front of Hayley she couldn't detect.
"Healer, she was coughing a second ago is that -"
"Perfectly normal for someone who's been asleep for two days and safely recovered from a fire, it's just her lungs clearing out the left over smoke."
"Oh God, Hayley, you had me worried out of my wits!"
"It's alright, Miss Glenwood, she is going to be fine, but we do still have to go through some ordinary procedures for fire cases like these. Here let's sit you up into a sitting position, eh, Hayley."
She felt someone walk forward, and raise her bed, causing her back to bend and crack.
"Oh, little sore, I see, we'll have a Medi-nurse come in and give you something for the pain."
Hayley turned her head towards the voice. Suddenly, she found herself staring into deep crisp brown eyes, following with deep golden hair, a slim, yet lanky body.
"My name is Healer Beaker, Hayley; do you know where you are?"
Hayley turned her head around her surroundings. All she could see was a white room, and looking down she felt her eyebrows knit together as she saw IV's coming out of her arms, also a creamy colored slang hanging off her left.
"You're in St. Mungo's, you gave us quite the scare, but you're going to be fine now. You broke your arm somehow, and we were forced to remove it and grow it back over night. You'll have to wear that sling for a couple of days now, but since you are healing this nicely I think it's safe to say that you'll be out of here by Wednesday instead of Friday. I see no need to keep you that long - do you remember anything that happened to you, Hayley?"
She felt like her mind was in a fast forward motion. She was seeing images flying through her head; saying good-bye to Harry, Ron, and Hermione -- seeing Malfoy at the shop - Midice -- the room she was locked in -- the fire -- the dog.
'THE DOG!'
"Where - where is it?" asked Hayley, sitting up suddenly and looking around the room frantically.
"Where's what Hayley?" asked Jane, stepping forward and placing a hand over her daughter's.
"The d-dog."
"Hayley, does your head hurt -"
"No, there was a dog there, it saved me - it carried me out of the shop."
"Hayley, you're not feeling well, your talking nonsense -"
"NO, DAD THERE WAS A BIG BLACK DOG!"
"Hayley -"
"I'm fine -- if it wasn't for that dog I'd be dead right now!"
"You know what I think I'm going to go get a refill on her blood count, excuse me for a minute," said Healer Beaker, exiting the room in a hurry.
"This is my entire fault," said Will, running his hand through his blond hair.
"Will, I've told you - this isn't your fault," said Jane, removing her hand from Hayley's and placing it over her husbands shoulder.
"Hayley - if only I had gotten there sooner, you would have gotten out of there, you wouldn't be in here right now."
Hayley didn't say anything; she felt a hard pain tug at her stomach. Her mind wandered back to the shop -- the fire -- her arm; the creamy covered sling now hanging off it -- Harry, Ron, Hermione - the dog; it's yellow eyes now staring at her through closed eyelids.
'I have to find that dog.'
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Harry lay in his bed, completely enveloped in sleep. He felt the sun greet its presence over his face through the creaks of his curtains, causing him to groan and turn over.
With a swooshing sound above him, Harry heard his curtains being pulled back, and with that, the whole sun greeting his closed eyes.
"Harry, Ron. C'mon, get up."
He could feel someone poking him in his shoulder blade.
"Whadoyowa," mumbled Ron into his pillow.
"Oh, as beautiful as that was Ron, its twenty minutes till class -- get up you two, your not missing anymore classes, and Ron -- prefects - do -- not - miss -- class!" said Hermione, in an vague voice.
"Yeah, well this one does." Ron turned over, grabbed his curtain, and with one sharp swoosh, shut it.
Harry, sleep still washed over him, heard Hermione let out a very impatient sigh.
Turning towards his bed, she began walking over to him, and bending over, she placed her hands over his shoulder, and leaning down, planted a small kiss on his cheek.
Harry smiled through the moan that was escaping his mouth. He may not have wanted to get up, but he could do with good mornings like these more often.
Opening his eyes, he turned over, grabbing Hermione by the arms and pulling her down to the bed by him.
Hermione let out a breathless giggle as Harry leaned back over and shut the curtains behind him.
"Harry," she said, sitting up on the bed.
"What?"
"We have class in fifteen minutes - come on before Professor McGonagall gets there."
"I'll get up - but I doubt you'll be getting Ron up other there."
"I could always send Ginny in; she'll know how to set his wits straight."
"Alright I'm up!" said a very irritated Ron, pulling back the curtains in a fast motion.
"Or you could just threaten him with it," laughed Harry, waiting until after Ron was securely in the small bathroom, before voicing his thoughts.
"Well there's no time for you to go wash up in the Washroom, I'll just see you there," Hermione said, leaning forward and planting a quick kiss over Harry's lips, before opening the curtain, shouting a 'bye' at Ron and exiting the dormitory.
Feeling sleep completely worn off him, Harry threw the covers off his body, and got out of bed.
Gathering up his robes for the day, he heard the bathroom door open in a huff, and out stepped Ron.
"I swear to Merlin if she keeps that up, I'll go bloody ballistic on her."
"Right - and if it was Hayley doing it, you'd hop right out of bed like a good prat and not say a thing about it?"
Harry watched as Ron's ears turned a bright shade of crimson, trying to keep his face from exploding into laughter, he grabbed his robes from off his bed.
"Hey Harry, how many newspapers did you nick last night?"
"Four, they're in my trunk, why?"
"Just wondering , you do realize we have try-outs tonight right?"
"Yeah is Ginny trying out?"
"Reckon so, she really enjoyed being on the team last year, despite Umbridge and what not, I don't think that was even real Quidditch."
"Don't remind me -- c'mon lets go."
Harry slipped on his tie, tied his shoes down, grabbed his wand and bag near the door, and with only five minutes before class, they made there way out of the common room.
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Hayley sighed as she gazed out the open window of her hospital room. It had begun snowing again and Hayley couldn't find anything more depressing then being here in this room, rather then being at Hogwarts.
"Love, is everything alright." A warm hand came soothing up her arm, and rubbing it gently, Hayley exhaled another sigh.
"Fine, mum."
"Does anything hurt, are you hungry?"
"Jane, please, she's only been awake for three hours and you're already fussing over her," said Will.
"Well, it wasn't compared to what your father was doing while you were sleeping," Jane whispered into Hayley's ear, resulting in a small laugh glowing from her face.
"Aha we have a smile!" said Will, seemingly trying to cheer her up.
"Sure you're not hungry?" asked her mother again.
"Actually, I wouldn't mind some tomato soup right about now," said Hayley, hoisting herself up onto her bed some more.
"Alright, I'll just go down and get it for you then."
"I need a walk around also, hunny I'll accompany you, Hayley you don't mind do you?" asked Will.
Hayley looked at him for a moment giving him a stern look.
"Right, we'll let you have your few moments of peace."
Hayley watched as Jane and Will exited the room, sighing with relief at how more peaceful it was not hearing 'are you feeling okay' in your ear every twenty minutes.
Right as Hayley was about to lay her head upon her pillow and join sleep in its slumber, the door opened again.
Trying not to groan as she sat up; knowing that if she kept that up, her reputation of 'what a sweet girl' wouldn't be followed after every sentence of the Medi-nurses she had met so far while being here.
"Ah, you must be Hayley Glenwood, my name is Healer Frunz."
Hayley glanced over the healer before her. He looked to be around his mid twenties, with dark midnight hair, along with stunning silver eyes. He was standing a good six-foot, with a very built body, around his shoulders and arms. A built that reminded her of her father's body.
"Hello," greeted Hayley, trying not to stare into his silver eyes. They seemed familiar to a person she would not like to remember at the moment.
"Are your parents here at the moment?" asked the healer, eyeing her in a particular manner, almost like he had seen her before.
"Er - no they went out for a bite to eat for the moment."
"Your probably wondering why I'm here so I'll tell you, I work up in the blood unit up on the last floor. It isn't usually a well-known place, but that's for other reasons. Hayley, Healer Beaker tells me that you broke your arm in the fire you were caught in, is that correct?"
Hayley nodded her head at him, wishing at that moment her parents would make a quick decision and return to the room as quickly as possible. It was just the presence about this man that didn't strike Hayley as friendly, but she kept a civil look on her face all the same.
"Well you had what Muggles or Healers trained in Muggle medicine like to call an 'open compound fracture', which can be more serious then say a regular fracture. See with open compounds, the bone punctures through the skin, resulting in loosing a lot of blood if not treated immediately. And that is just what happened with you, only you were helped fairly quickly, you still lost quite the amount of liters though."
Hayley nodded her head at him once more. Not really seeing this eye to eye as he was explaining it to her.
"As you can see, we have been getting donated blood as a replacement for the amount you lost. Even though your heart will do this anyway, we have to also, because we replaced your arm with a newly formed bone, and when that happens we need to feed the patient the same blood type to have the bone respectably okay. This has to happen because of the spell we used to replace the bone with. We need to do another blood draw off you, but with the other medicine we are feeding into your body, we don't want to take blood from you, so we have decided to use your mother's or father's blood. Seeing as you have the same blood type, and if you don't, we'll find that out when the tests come back, and find out what blood type they are."
"Alright," said Hayley, wondering why he was telling her this, and not her parents -- if they would have been here.
"Okay then, I have all my supplies ready, and I'll just go find your parents and get it over with so you can be ready to leave on Wednesday, how does that sound?"
"Sounds great."
Healer Frunz smiled at Hayley, showing a nicely pair of white teeth. He turned his back on her and began heading towards the door.
Sighing once more, Hayley laid her head back down on her pillow, feeling sleep making its way into her eyes and putting her into a blissful moment of grace.
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"May I introduce to you the new, completely formed Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Katie Bell's voice echoed into the common room, as she stepped inside, gathering the attention of the residents.
"Joining in as our new Chaser - Ginny Weasley." Several cheers and catcalls were made. The Gryffindors' began standing up and clapping there hands at the team, now piling in through the portrait.
"Also joining the team as our two new Beaters -- Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas."
Harry tried to show excitement as Dean and Seamus entered the room, smiling at all the clapping faces beaming down on them. He never really did get over Seamus and Dean's fights, and he may never will. Seamus had just crossed his boundary when he had made comments of Harry's sanity the year previous, but Dean; well his little prudent mutuality about Hayley had pretty much lost him a lot of respect from Harry.
He had to admit though, he was trying to let those memories be placed in the past -- knowing now -- that these two boys were not just his school mates, but also his team mates as well.
Harry spotted Hermione making her way over towards them through the newly formed crowed of students now shuffled around the team. Harry could hear Katie giving Dean and Seamus the same welcome lecture he had heard Oliver give him, five years ago.
"Ginny you made the team, I knew you would!" said Hermione, embracing her in a tight hug.
"Funny, I don't remember you doing that to me when I made the team," said Ron, coming up from behind Harry, and gazing at Hermione and Ginny, a despicable look over his features.
"Maybe that's a good thing Ron," said Harry, getting a waft of his breath and smelling a strong sense of Butterbeer.
"Oh, do you want a hug Harry?" mocked Ron, raising his arms into the air.
"I'll pass thanks, already starting on drinks are we?"
"What -- two of my mates made the team, along with my sister, why can't I celebrate."
"Go on ahead then, tell Katie and Alicia I'll be there in a minute." Harry waited until Ron nodded at him, and turning around he went to fetch the two girls. He spotted them talking to a bunch of seventh years at the other end of the common room.
"Congratulations, Ginny," said Harry, coming up from behind Hermione and smiling at her.
"Thanks, Harry! Wow - this feels even better then last year, now I'm officially on the team!"
"I wouldn't get to cozy there Gin, I reckon Katie is another Oliver ninny."
"I'll talk to you later Ginny, I have to help Harry with something," said Hermione, shooting her friend a smile before pulling Harry into a nearby silenced corner.
"What d'you have to help me with?"
"Harry - I was wondering how you're feeling," Hermione said, scanning there surroundings for any intruders.
"I'm feeling great Hermione."
"Try-outs went well?"
"Well, I felt bad for some third year who didn't make a catch and flew off in tears, but other then that it was fine, reckon it'll be a good year --" before Harry could utter the finishing statement to her question, she started him off with a new one.
" -- have you started reading through some of those Daily Prophets you brought back with you?"
"Er - to be honest no, I've been dreading it somewhat."
"Harry -"
"Look Hermione, I don't want to talk about that now alright."
"Okay, sorry to bring it up."
"It's alright," he said, leaning down and pecking a small kiss over her cheek.
"Where's Ron?"
"Probably started to get pissed as hell, you know he's been wanting to for quite some time since -"
"-- since your sixteenth birthday party," a sly smile playing across her face at the shocked looked coming from Harry's.
"You knew about that!" he hissed.
"Harry of course I knew! I'm not stupid, I could hear all four of you retching in that loo all day!"
"I hate to interrupt but, Potter a word if you don't mind," said a voice in Harry's ear that made him jump. Turning around he saw Professor McGonagall standing above him, a convulsive smile covering her stern lips.
"Oh -- er of course, Professor," said Harry, giving Hermione a questioning glance then walking over towards McGonagall.
"First things first, congratulations on the new team, should come along nicely for the final cup this year, and also some other rather important news I have for you.
"We just received a letter from St. Mungo's saying Miss Glenwood has awoken, and will be returning to Hogwarts on Wednesday, and also that your detention will be served on Friday, and Hagrid was nice enough to say that you will be serving it with him. You will go straight to his cabin at eight o'clock, not my office understood."
Harry couldn't help the smile that came across his face, trying to aim it more towards Hayley, rather then Hagrid, he nodded is head, and thanked the Professor before she left the common room.
Walking away from the portrait, and spotting Hermione and Ron in a near by corner with Ginny, he walked over towards them, wanting to spend the rest of the night in a free given party, alas his mind not wondering over the subject of the one thing he had been dreading himself with the past three days.
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Hayley lay asleep in her hospital bed, feeling the light moon caressing her skin as it lay over her face. She felt so comfortable, lying atop of the cotton mattress; the exact amount of blankest spread over her body, giving her the reasonable heat she preferred; she stifled a yawn as she tried to get back into the grace that had her enwrapped in seconds before. That's when a strong cramp seized itself over her lower abdomen, bringing her out of her slumber.
Bringing her hand down, she began to rub at her lower stomach, trying to drive the pain away, only causing it to tighten, and also tightening her lower body parts as well.
Groaning as sleep left her body, Hayley sat up, fully aware now that the Medi-nurse must have taken out her catheter while she was sleeping. Scanning the room, she spotted her parents lying on the cot, the nurse had given them, under the window. A small blanket and pillows under both there heads as they slept, her father's hand wrapped tightly around her mother's waist.
'Guess they won't be leaving anytime soon.'
Swinging her legs around, she tried to keep her inhale to a minimum as she felt the left over effects of the catheter take control over her body. Either that, or her lower parts were just extremely sore for some reason.
Standing upon the floor, she grabbed her IV poll, turning and heading towards the door. Stepping out into the chilly corridor of St. Mungo's, she noticed that it was completely empty, suitable for a hospital to be at night, and something she preferred being up at this hour.
Glancing up towards the oak clock standing beside her, she read the time:
12:34 AM
Rubbing her neck, she turned her head to the left; spotting the ladies loo. She began to head down the corridor, the IV poll still held loosely in her hands, and her eyes set forward on her destination half way down the corridor.
Why did Medi-nurses insist on making you drink fluids, if the result was waking there patients up in the middle of the night. They should ensure a better time schedule of doing this, or just leaving the catheters in.
Right as Hayley's hand was about to push the door open, someone spoke.
"Oy! Healer Beaker!"
Turning her head, Hayley ducked out of the way just in time to see Healer Frunz come running down the corridor.
Heart racing, she fell to her knees and crept around the corner, standing back up. She sulked into the shadows, trying to hide her face from being seen. She didn't need to be seen by him in the middle of the night, least of all standing outside of the loo.
"How many times have I told you, Frunz call me John," said Healer Beaker, stepping out from behind the reception desk and coming towards him.
Hayley tried sinking farther back into the darkness as the healers stopped right before her corridor, which oddly enough, had all the lights turned off, therefore hiding her face from there view.
"Right sorry, John," said Frunz, hoisting a file of parchment on his arm.
"Well what can I do for yeah then, Frunz?"
"Remember the blood file I ran by you on the Glenwood patient earlier?"
Hayley's felt her stomach drop. She lowered herself to the floor again; her bladder completely forgotten as she moved closer to the two men.
"Er - vaguely, something about how the mother accepted being the blood taker, and it was now safely being tested in the labs downstairs."
"Yes, well there back from the labs now, and I've taken a look at them. I thought maybe you should seek to do so to?"
"What - talking rubbish again Frunz, why would I need to look at them, does the mother match her or not?"
"The blood test sir -- no."
"So what's all this nonsense on about, just asks the father or find another donor -"
"Neither is the DNA test John."
"D-DNA test, I didn't order a DNA test on that patient."
"No -- you didn't. The labs got it mistaken in the file I sent down, and ending in, they did two, one blood and one DNA."
"Oh bloody hell, of all hours of the night - alright let me see the papers."
Hayley watched as Frunz reached from under his arm, and pulled out a piece of parchment, handing it over to Beaker.
"Mother of pearls, you sure the blokes down in the lab aren't playing cock- and-bull down there and didn't mistake this?" asked Beaker, glancing up at Frunz in a hopeful manner.
"No, John - I ran it by them twice, both results came back the same."
"The parents never told me about this -"
"Is that the only solution, surely she wasn't adopted John, I reckon the parents would have told us straight away."
"Yes, if there not huffing all over her - lets not discuss this out here Frunz, c'mon I think we need to visit the labs floor," said Beaker, inhaling a great sigh, pocketing the parchment, and setting down the corridor, Healer Frunz setting off not far behind him. Hayley watched until she was sure they were entirely out of the corridor before stepping out of her hiding place.
Entering her room, six minutes later, she looked over her parents; still peacefully asleep. There eyes closed in a relaxing manner, and there lips curved into small smiles; Will's hand securely wrapped around Jane's waist, the moon echoing off there face in soft creamy colors.
'Surely she wasn't adopted John.'
Hayley felt numb as she climbed into bed, she felt like everything lingering around her was becoming a blur. She could feel her chest tightening, and air becoming a problem to escape or inhale.
'It's not true - it can't be true.'
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