What Doesn't Kill you Makes you Stronger
Chapter five
Harry slowly came back to consciousness. His vision cleared, and gradually, sound returned. There was only one way to describe what was happening. Chaos.
Reporters were trying to get interviews, People were crying, the Press were trying to come near, and ministry officials were all over the place. Someone was laying on him. Their head was resting on his chest. Due to the wetness of his shirt, Harry assumed they'd been crying.
Harry looked at the person who was resting their head on him. It was Ginny. Sitting up would cause her head to fall off him, and hit the ground, so he stayed put. He tapped her gently on the shoulder.
"Ginny. Wake up." Harry whispered
She stirred slightly, but remained asleep.
"Ginny. Wake up!" he said, tapping her shoulder slightly harder.
Right about then, all hell broke loose. A reporter noticed that his eyes were open, and that he was moving.
"Merlin's beard... He's alive!" The man exclaimed before fainting.
Everyone turned his way. The crying people dried their tears and jumped for joy. The press set loose a barrage of questions, the officials answered them, and the Aurors made sure the reporters stayed well away from Harry. Harry suddenly felt very tired, and all went black.
Harry came to in a very familiar room. It was white, full of beds and medical supplies. The hospital wing at Hogwarts. Harry found something quite odd. He could see quite well. And his glasses were on the bedside table.
Newspapers, books, and remnants of food... Someone was definitely living in the hospital wing with him, keeping watch.
It was nearly dawn. Harry sat up, and decided to take a walk. The other beds in the room had sleeping people. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
Harry tiptoed silently out of the room to make sure he didn't wake them. Harry left the wing, and headed straight for the kitchens.
Nobody else was awake, and he met nobody on his way to the kitchens. Harry reached out and tickled the pear, allowing him to enter the kitchens.
"Master Harry Potter sir!" Dobby exclaimed from underneath one of Hermione's elf hats. "You is alive! Is you hungry? Dobby hears bad things about what happened to Harry Potter sir."
"Hello Dobby." Harry replied. "I just got attacked by Death Eaters. I'm fine though. And yes, I'm very hungry."
"I is glad Harry Potter sir is O.K. I will gets you some food." Dobby said, popping away.
He returned moments later with a large pitcher of butterbeer, a fresh loaf of bread, assorted meats and cheeses, and some condiments and sliced vegetables.
Dobby grabbed a knife from the tray and started slicing bread for Harry. Another elf (Inky) poured Harry a glass of butterbeer, while two others (Blinky and Pinky) brought him napkins and silverware while a fifth elf (Clyde) carried around a pepper mill, and ground some on top of Harry's sandwich. The four elves popped away, leaving Harry alone with Dobby.
Harry found himself to be ravenous. He ate four sandwiches and a large slice of peach cobbler. He answered all of Dobby's enthusiastic questions, before heading back to the Hospital wing.
Harry closed the door behind him, and crawled back into his bed.
"Morning Harry." Ginny said softly. She hopped out of her bed and came towards him. "I thought you were dead."
When she was close enough, she wrapped him in a hug that would make a Devil's Snare proud.
"lp... cn't bre..." Harry gasped out
Ginny loosened her grip on him. "I was worried sick about you. What happened?"
"I don't know. His killing curse must not be that strong. It just knocked me out for awhile. How long have I been out?"
"It's been roughly eighteen hours since you were hit."
"Hmm... that little? I feel like I've rested for months."
Ginny laughed. "I need to freshen up a bit. I haven't bathed since you came in here. Make sure you don't try and die on me while I'm gone alright?"
"I'll be fine. I was just going to read for a bit. See you in a bit."
"See you." Ginny replied, gathering her bath things and heading towards the shower.
Harry slowly came back to consciousness. His vision cleared, and gradually, sound returned. There was only one way to describe what was happening. Chaos.
Reporters were trying to get interviews, People were crying, the Press were trying to come near, and ministry officials were all over the place. Someone was laying on him. Their head was resting on his chest. Due to the wetness of his shirt, Harry assumed they'd been crying.
Harry looked at the person who was resting their head on him. It was Ginny. Sitting up would cause her head to fall off him, and hit the ground, so he stayed put. He tapped her gently on the shoulder.
"Ginny. Wake up." Harry whispered
She stirred slightly, but remained asleep.
"Ginny. Wake up!" he said, tapping her shoulder slightly harder.
Right about then, all hell broke loose. A reporter noticed that his eyes were open, and that he was moving.
"Merlin's beard... He's alive!" The man exclaimed before fainting.
Everyone turned his way. The crying people dried their tears and jumped for joy. The press set loose a barrage of questions, the officials answered them, and the Aurors made sure the reporters stayed well away from Harry. Harry suddenly felt very tired, and all went black.
Harry came to in a very familiar room. It was white, full of beds and medical supplies. The hospital wing at Hogwarts. Harry found something quite odd. He could see quite well. And his glasses were on the bedside table.
Newspapers, books, and remnants of food... Someone was definitely living in the hospital wing with him, keeping watch.
It was nearly dawn. Harry sat up, and decided to take a walk. The other beds in the room had sleeping people. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
Harry tiptoed silently out of the room to make sure he didn't wake them. Harry left the wing, and headed straight for the kitchens.
Nobody else was awake, and he met nobody on his way to the kitchens. Harry reached out and tickled the pear, allowing him to enter the kitchens.
"Master Harry Potter sir!" Dobby exclaimed from underneath one of Hermione's elf hats. "You is alive! Is you hungry? Dobby hears bad things about what happened to Harry Potter sir."
"Hello Dobby." Harry replied. "I just got attacked by Death Eaters. I'm fine though. And yes, I'm very hungry."
"I is glad Harry Potter sir is O.K. I will gets you some food." Dobby said, popping away.
He returned moments later with a large pitcher of butterbeer, a fresh loaf of bread, assorted meats and cheeses, and some condiments and sliced vegetables.
Dobby grabbed a knife from the tray and started slicing bread for Harry. Another elf (Inky) poured Harry a glass of butterbeer, while two others (Blinky and Pinky) brought him napkins and silverware while a fifth elf (Clyde) carried around a pepper mill, and ground some on top of Harry's sandwich. The four elves popped away, leaving Harry alone with Dobby.
Harry found himself to be ravenous. He ate four sandwiches and a large slice of peach cobbler. He answered all of Dobby's enthusiastic questions, before heading back to the Hospital wing.
Harry closed the door behind him, and crawled back into his bed.
"Morning Harry." Ginny said softly. She hopped out of her bed and came towards him. "I thought you were dead."
When she was close enough, she wrapped him in a hug that would make a Devil's Snare proud.
"lp... cn't bre..." Harry gasped out
Ginny loosened her grip on him. "I was worried sick about you. What happened?"
"I don't know. His killing curse must not be that strong. It just knocked me out for awhile. How long have I been out?"
"It's been roughly eighteen hours since you were hit."
"Hmm... that little? I feel like I've rested for months."
Ginny laughed. "I need to freshen up a bit. I haven't bathed since you came in here. Make sure you don't try and die on me while I'm gone alright?"
"I'll be fine. I was just going to read for a bit. See you in a bit."
"See you." Ginny replied, gathering her bath things and heading towards the shower.