I can't believe it, another update and in less than a week. :o) Reviews do
work! Thank you to the two that reviewed the last chapter. Those are the
kind of reviews I like! :o) Sorry this is so short. I started it close to
bedtime.
Anyway, on with the story...
The Value of Friendship By LisaRosa
Chapter 6 – Fear
Lupin was running into the hospital wing, carrying Harry close to him. The boy was limp in his arms, his face an ashen color.
"Lay him down here, Remus!" Madame Pomfrey indicated Harry's bed next to a still unconscious Hermione. The Grangers and Ron watched in shock when they seen how the sickness had brought Harry down. "Stay with him, Remus, I need to get the potions he will need. If... if something happens, shout out." Pomfrey glanced at Harry with a very worried expression then quickly went to her stores to find what she needed.
Remus sat on the edge of Harry's bed and took his hand. Ron, coming over from his sister's bed, stood on the other side, his expression fearful. "Don't you give up, Harry." The redhead put a hand on his friend's shoulder. Remus had to turn his head for a moment as he felt his eyes start to fill. He wasn't one for crying, but this was too much after losing the last of his best friends not long ago.
To their surprise, Harry stirred and opened his feverish eyes to look at Lupin. "Professor..." came the weak voice of recognition.
"It's going to be all right, Harry," Remus said. "Just hang on, okay?"
Harry turned his eyes to Ron and smiled slightly then let them turn again to the bed next to him. When Harry's breath hitched for a moment, Lupin started to call out to Pomfrey but then Harry started to mutter something that was barely audible.
"Ginny... No..." He slowly shook his head before focusing on Remus once again, trying to sit up. "You can't let her... die."
"Madame Pomfrey is doing everything she can, Harry. Just rest, all right?" Ron pushed Harry back down on the bed which didn't take much in the state Harry was in.
"Wormtail..." Harry was shivering now, his eyes bright with fever.
"We caught him, Harry, don't worry." Lupin put a hand on Harry's forehead, fear eating away at him when he felt the heat nearly burning his hand.
"You don't understand... Voldemort..." Harry's breathing was becoming labored as he struggled to speak.
"What are you trying to say, Harry?" Ron asked, holding up a hand to quiet Lupin who could not understand why Ron was encouraging his friend to speak rather than rest.
"Wormtail... spread illness..." Harry began coughing once again, then fell unconscious when his strength seemed to give way.
"Harry?" Lupin reached out and touched Harry's face, then realized the boy was not breathing. "POPPY!!"
The nurse can running down the aisle of beds, carrying a potion in her hands. She slammed it down on a table, grabbing her wand. She immediately knew what was wrong, Waving her wand over Harry's body and muttering a spell, she forced Harry to take a breath then another until finally he was breathing on his own again. Lupin felt the shock leave him as he turned to gather his wits once again.
Lupin, Ron and the nurse as well as the Grangers breathed a sigh of relief. The nurse slowly sat in the vacant chair next to the bed, her energy spent.
"This is only a temporary measure," she finally said, her eyes never leaving the boy. "If the illness proceeds as it did with the Abbott girl, there will be nothing we can do..." Pomfrey turned to Lupin. "Even the healers are stumped on this one, Remus." Her eyes were full of sympathy for the man.
Remus glanced at Ron, who had moved to sit on his sister's bed once again, looking as if his world was crashing in on him.
"Professor Lupin, what did Harry mean when he said "spread illness" and Wormtail?" Ron asked without looking at his teacher.
Suddenly, the professor felt like he had been hit up side the head by a hippogriff. Wormtail... he had been captured. Maybe he was the key if Voldemort had anything to do with the disease that had been ravaging the students. Ironically enough, Wormtail may be the one to save Harry's life.
"Ron, stay with Harry," Lupin said determinedly. "I have a rat to talk to."
Like I said, this plot bunny is not leaving me alone this week. If it keeps going, I could be done in a week or two depending on real life. As always, please review! Lisa :o)
Anyway, on with the story...
The Value of Friendship By LisaRosa
Chapter 6 – Fear
Lupin was running into the hospital wing, carrying Harry close to him. The boy was limp in his arms, his face an ashen color.
"Lay him down here, Remus!" Madame Pomfrey indicated Harry's bed next to a still unconscious Hermione. The Grangers and Ron watched in shock when they seen how the sickness had brought Harry down. "Stay with him, Remus, I need to get the potions he will need. If... if something happens, shout out." Pomfrey glanced at Harry with a very worried expression then quickly went to her stores to find what she needed.
Remus sat on the edge of Harry's bed and took his hand. Ron, coming over from his sister's bed, stood on the other side, his expression fearful. "Don't you give up, Harry." The redhead put a hand on his friend's shoulder. Remus had to turn his head for a moment as he felt his eyes start to fill. He wasn't one for crying, but this was too much after losing the last of his best friends not long ago.
To their surprise, Harry stirred and opened his feverish eyes to look at Lupin. "Professor..." came the weak voice of recognition.
"It's going to be all right, Harry," Remus said. "Just hang on, okay?"
Harry turned his eyes to Ron and smiled slightly then let them turn again to the bed next to him. When Harry's breath hitched for a moment, Lupin started to call out to Pomfrey but then Harry started to mutter something that was barely audible.
"Ginny... No..." He slowly shook his head before focusing on Remus once again, trying to sit up. "You can't let her... die."
"Madame Pomfrey is doing everything she can, Harry. Just rest, all right?" Ron pushed Harry back down on the bed which didn't take much in the state Harry was in.
"Wormtail..." Harry was shivering now, his eyes bright with fever.
"We caught him, Harry, don't worry." Lupin put a hand on Harry's forehead, fear eating away at him when he felt the heat nearly burning his hand.
"You don't understand... Voldemort..." Harry's breathing was becoming labored as he struggled to speak.
"What are you trying to say, Harry?" Ron asked, holding up a hand to quiet Lupin who could not understand why Ron was encouraging his friend to speak rather than rest.
"Wormtail... spread illness..." Harry began coughing once again, then fell unconscious when his strength seemed to give way.
"Harry?" Lupin reached out and touched Harry's face, then realized the boy was not breathing. "POPPY!!"
The nurse can running down the aisle of beds, carrying a potion in her hands. She slammed it down on a table, grabbing her wand. She immediately knew what was wrong, Waving her wand over Harry's body and muttering a spell, she forced Harry to take a breath then another until finally he was breathing on his own again. Lupin felt the shock leave him as he turned to gather his wits once again.
Lupin, Ron and the nurse as well as the Grangers breathed a sigh of relief. The nurse slowly sat in the vacant chair next to the bed, her energy spent.
"This is only a temporary measure," she finally said, her eyes never leaving the boy. "If the illness proceeds as it did with the Abbott girl, there will be nothing we can do..." Pomfrey turned to Lupin. "Even the healers are stumped on this one, Remus." Her eyes were full of sympathy for the man.
Remus glanced at Ron, who had moved to sit on his sister's bed once again, looking as if his world was crashing in on him.
"Professor Lupin, what did Harry mean when he said "spread illness" and Wormtail?" Ron asked without looking at his teacher.
Suddenly, the professor felt like he had been hit up side the head by a hippogriff. Wormtail... he had been captured. Maybe he was the key if Voldemort had anything to do with the disease that had been ravaging the students. Ironically enough, Wormtail may be the one to save Harry's life.
"Ron, stay with Harry," Lupin said determinedly. "I have a rat to talk to."
Like I said, this plot bunny is not leaving me alone this week. If it keeps going, I could be done in a week or two depending on real life. As always, please review! Lisa :o)