Disclaimer:: Sighs so loud she scares her dogs : This thing again; the perfect time to state the obvious. Hey, guess what! I don't own HP!
Quote: "But be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon 'em." Shakespeare, "Twelfth Night" (Doesn't that quote fit Harry's life perfectly?)
Chapter 2
The rest of the night didn't go so well for Harry. He had woken up many times that night to empty his stomach in the conveniently placed trashcan. Every time he woke up, though, Ms. Figg was right beside him, comforting him the whole time.
Harry felt awful. Try as he might, he couldn't stop from trembling or crying. He just felt so helpless. He just wanted to feel better, but since he didn't, he just laid there as the tears poured down his cheeks.
Ms. Figg felt at a lost. Harry kept throwing up and his temperature kept steadily rising. She wanted to give him medicine but she knew he wouldn't be able to keep it down. Sighing dejectedly, she just kept him bundled in blankets and kept the cool cloths on his fevered brow.
By the time the morning's rays filtered into the living room, Harry was doing a little better. He hadn't thrown up in hours and his trembling had ceased. Ms. Figg decided this was a good time to give him some medicine.
To make sure he could keep it down, she first gave him an ice pop she had bought for Harry's stay. His eyes lit up at the sight of the frozen treat. Even through his fever, he was delighted to have the ice pop. It also helped that his stomach was feeling better.
Half an hour later, Harry had still not thrown up so Ms. Figg resolved to give him the medicine. Looking through her cupboards, she discovered a flaw in her plans. She had no medicine for a five-year-old child.
Ms. Figg sat down heavily in the seat beside the couch where the sick child was sleeping. Her mind was reeling. She needed to go to the store to pick up some medicine, but she couldn't bring the boy with her and she couldn't leave him alone.
Ms. Figg sighed and rubbed her eyes wearily. It had been a long night. She decided that the best plan was to have someone watch Harry while she ran to the store to get the appropriate medicine. Now all she had to do was to find someone who could watch him.
She could ask a neighbor, but they all had sick children, too and couldn't be bothered to watch another one. Also, she didn't think it was wise to leave the boy-who-lived with muggles, who didn't share any relation anyways.
While Ms. Figg was pondering her situation, Harry started to whimper in his sleep. He was so quiet that at first Ms. Figg didn't even notice. Suddenly he gave a loud gasp and his little hand clutched his pale forehead, knocking over the washcloth.
Ms. Figg clucked in sympathy and went over to try to comfort him. Smoothing down his sweat-matted hair, she picked up the washcloth to replace it on his forehead when she noticed his scar. Ms. Figg smacked her forehead.
Of course, she could ask someone from the wizardly world. Albus Dumbledore had kept in touch with her all these years to check on Harry. It was summer so Albus wouldn't have any responsibilities with the school. He might be willing to look after Harry.
Ms. Figg quickly wrote to the headmaster explaining her situation. Once finished, she climbed into the attic to release her tawny old owl. Kael, her owl, was surprised by her appearance because he was only ever let out at night.
"Now Kael, you must make all haste to get this letter to Albus," she told her owl. Kael hooted in understanding and flew out the window.
Walking into the living room, she noticed that Harry had curled up on his side and was dreaming peacefully. Smiling at how cute the little boy looked, she pulled up a chair and sat beside the child. Rubbing circles on his back and humming a lullaby, she waited for Albus's reply.
An hour or so later (A/N I have no idea how long it would take!) Ms. Figg heard a knock on her door. Upon opening the door, she was met with the sight of the headmaster. Ms. Figg took a moment to regain her composure; once this was accomplished she invited Albus inside.
"I decided it would be easier to come rather than send an owl back with my reply. I understand that you wanted me as soon as possible," spoke Albus.
"Yes, yes. That's good. Harry is on the couch over there," she said walking into the living room with Albus following her. "I should only be gone for a bit. He's been sleeping for most of the day so you shouldn't have any problems."
Grabbing her purse and putting on appropriate shoes, she walked over to where the boy lay. "I'll be back soon love," she whispered to the ill child while kissing his fevered forehead. Straitening up, she nodded towards Albus and left the house. Closing the door quietly behind her.
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A/N: Okay I felt like I needed to explain something. Dumbledore didn't bring any potions for Harry because 1) they don't want to scare him with magic. In my story, Dumbledore kept a real close eye on Harry and knew that the Dursleys hadn't told him about magic. 2) It wouldn't be as cute .
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