Harry had passed out... or more like beaten until he passed out... during the fight with the deamons. When he woke up, he was lying in a bed, in a purple and green room. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move at all. He closed his eyes again and tried to sleep. A few minutes later, he felt something cold being pressed to his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw Hermione. "Hi."
She smiled at him. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I was run over by a bus. Six times."
She reached behind her and picked up his glasses. "Well after what happened." She put them on his face. "You're lucky that there were only two."
Harry realized that he didn't know what she was talking about. "Two what?"
"Two vengeance deamons. Don't you remember?"
Harry saw the ugly, mutilated face in his head. "Oh, yeah. What's a vengeance deamon?"
"There demons that take revenge on people. They can be sent by anyone who wants to hurt someone else badly. So apparently someone doesn't like you very much."
"There's a surprise." Harry tried to move, but he couldn't because his whole body started to hurt. He tried not to wince, but Hermione had already noticed.
"Don't move. You were scratched so bad that almost every part of you is in some kind of bandage."
"Every part of me?"
"Almost every part. You've got a nasty scratch on the inside of your left leg. It goes all the way down your leg, and is probably a half an inch deep. That's the worst of it. Which reminds me." She took the cold rag off of his head and set it on the bedside table. "Hold on I'll be right back." She walked out of the room and came back with a small box. She set the box on the table and began rooting through it. Eventually, she found what she was searching for. It was a small blue tube.
"What's that?"
"This is what has to go in your cuts. Every day at least once. And since you can't do it, I will." She pulled down the covers on the bed and took the cap off of the tube. "It's supposed to stop an infection." Harry could barely see his left leg. It was completely covered with bandages. "Don't worry we'll do that last." She began taking the bandages off of his face and neck. "This is going to take a while Harry. And it's going to sting. Especially in the deep cuts." Hermione pulled out a white rag and put a little of the blue ointment on it. "Here we go." She said as she started rubbing it into a cut on his forehead. "Looks like one of them hit your eye."
"Yeah the one named Dudley."
Hermione laughed. "Hey, maybe you'll have a second scar up here. Then at least the first one won't be so noticeable." After about an hour, Hermione had finally gotten to Harry's left leg. She got up and left the room. "One minute Harry" She came back with a long towel. "When you have a cut that deep, it tends to bleed when this ointment goes on it." She tucked the towel underneath his leg. "Ready?"
"As ready as I'm going to get." Hermione began to apply the ointment. Harry instantly felt like his leg was on fire. He screamed and tried to jerk it away. Hermione grabbed his leg.
"Harry, believe me, you'll be happy later on when you don't have an infection. Now try to hold still." After fifteen minutes of horrible pain, Hermione put the cap back on the blue tube and put the tube back in the box. Then she pulled out a long roll of bandages and began re wrapping his leg. "It's bleeding a lot." She pulled out another towel and started to suck up the blood that was coming out of his leg. When it was all finished, and his leg had been re wrapped, Hermione carried two blood soaked towels out of the room. "Too bad I can't use magic. It would be so much easier to clean up."
When Harry woke up the next day, he was still in the same room, but there was no sign of Hermione. There was a young wizard sitting on the other side of the room. He looked busy, so Harry didn't bother him. There were so many questions that hadn't been answered. Who sent those deamons? Why did they look like that? Where was he? Where was Hermione? But Harry didn't bother the man with these questions. He was so tired that he just wanted to lie in that bed forever. He closed his eyes and...
When he woke up, there was a small witch standing over him. She had the box and the blue tube with her. The young man wasn't in the room anymore. "Hello Harry" said the witch "I'm a nurse, and I'll be taking care of you until you're better." Harry smiled at her, and she began rubbing in the blue ointment. "Where's Hermione?" Harry asked
"Who? Oh you mean the girl. She had to leave. Which is why I'm here. Now hold still." About an hour later, the nurse picked up her things and left the room. There were guards outside of his door. They moved aside to let the witch out, and then one of them closed the door and locked it. Now Harry was very confused. Why did he need guards? Harry looked up at the green ceiling. What an odd color to paint a room, he thought. He wished there was someone to talk to, someone who would understand, someone who would listen... you killed him remember? Harry thought. If I wouldn't have been 'saving' Sirius, he would have never died. Just then the door opened, and Lupin came in.
"Harry, how are you?" he asked
"I'm fine. But..."
"Harry the next time I tell you to stay somewhere you stay, understand?"
"I did stay. When I looked the door was open..."
"It couldn't have opened all by itself. I locked it. And since no one that I asked opened it..."
"I didn't open it! I fell asleep on the floor, and when I woke up it was open."
Remus sighed "Well at least you can't leave this room, and nothing should be able to come in. There are guards at the door and there's spell protection on the whole building."
"What... where are we?"
"We're in the same building; just a different room. I don't know how Hermione figured out which door you were in. She snuck in when she heard what had happened, and they found her here last night. Of course, we sent her away. Its bad enough you're here; we don't need her in danger too. I have to go Harry. But I think all of your mail will keep you busy." Remus went across the room and came back with a small stack of letters. "Everyone wants to know what happened. Just give your letters to the guards and they'll send it out." He walked to the door and left without even saying good-bye.