Making History 1 The Fate of One

by FairyTale

On the peak of emotional darkness, Harry sees a chance to get his biggest wish fulfilled. Yet he has to be careful, lest he lose another person he holds dear. And it's not exactly in his hands to decide COMPLETE

15. The Brother

Chapter 15 – The Brother

Even if he had wanted it, the rest of the day didn't exactly give Harry the chance to think his conversation with Remus through again. Hermione and Ginny would be leaving early the next morning with Bill and Charlie, and they would be spending two and a half weeks in France, so they'd only be back about a week before school started. For some reason, Ron was rather grumpy about his sister and Hermione leaving, but Harry wisely chose not to ask his best friend whether that was more because of his little sister being alone in a strange country or rather because of the fact that Hermione would be away. He had a strong suspicion that it was the latter, though. There had been a strange tension between Ron and Hermione lately, and though his few experiences with Cho Chang didn't exactly qualify Harry as an expert in the field of love and relationships, he had the feeling that those two would be a lot more at ease if they stopped dancing around each other and finally admitted a few things to themselves and each other.

But for the remaining evening, Harry and his friends withdrew to one of the empty sitting rooms on the first floor with food and drinks and a stack of Exploding Snap cards as well as a chess set. They played a few rounds of games, but as the evening progressed they put the cards and chess board aside and started talking about this and that.

"Will you continue with the DA-meetings next year?", Ginny asked at one point. That caught Harry unprepared. In all honesty, he had not thought about the DA ever since the end of last school year. there had been far too much on his mind, the DA had been the smallest of his worries. Especially since it was still hard for him to see himself as some sort of leading figure in the DA. True, he had taken up that role when it had been about teaching spells to the others, or when it had been about organizing their meetings and everything, but still he didn't see himself as any different than the other DA members. So Ginny's question whether he would continue their meetings caught him a bit on the wrong foot. After all, even if he stopped going to the meetings, the others could surely continue with the DA if they wanted to, couldn't they? As an answer to Ginny's question, he merely shrugged.

"I haven't thought about it yet. Depends, I think. I mean, we can always continue the DA as a club or something. Learning Defence is never bad. But how important it is depends on who will be our next Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, I think. If it's another Dolores Umbridge, then we'll need to continue in any case."

Ginny picked up another treacle tart from the plate they had brought and chewed on it thoughtfully.

"I know a few others from my year who would want to join if we continue. Maybe, if we get a good Defence teacher for once, we could turn it into an official club and get a teacher instruct us." She blushed slightly. "No offence, it's not that you're not instructing us well, but for some more complicated spells and curses it might be better to have somebody teach us who knows them a bit better."

Harry laughed. "No need to apologize, Ginny, I know what you mean. I'm rather comfortable teaching stunning and disarming and the like by now, but my stomach turns a bit at the idea of learning a spell form a book and then trying to teach it to others. I don't even want to think what could go wrong."

"Does anybody know who will be our new Defence teacher?", Ron threw in from the side. "Wouldn't it be cool if Professor Lupin came back? I mean, what would speak against it?"
Hermione frowned her forehead. "Aside from his lycanthropy? No Ron, that wouldn't work. As long as nobody knew about it, it was fine, but just imagine how the Slytherins would react to him returning. They'd make his life at Hogwarts pure hell, and I doubt that Professor Lupin would put himself through that. Besides, he's the last person who would endanger anybody else by his being a werewolf."

"Pity, he was the best teacher we've had so far."

Harry agreed wholeheartedly with Ron's statement. The idea of having Remus back at Hogwarts to teach was indeed a very appealing one, but he shared Hermione's doubts on that matter. Besides, if Remus was really planning on returning, he'd surely have told him earlier when they had been talking about his plans for the near future.

"Didn't you talk to him earlier today?", Hermione asked Harry. He nodded slowly.

"Yes, I did. He's doing a little better, though he's still pretty exhausted."

"Did he say anything about returning to Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head.

"No, he didn't. I don't think he's planning on it in any way."

Hermione nodded, a pensieve look on her face. "Did he say anything about why he wanted to leave?"

Remus had indeed been talking about it, but Harry was not entirely sure whether this was something he could share with Ron and Hermione. He normally told them pretty much anything, but this was about Remus' private thoughts, and he didn't' feel comfortable with telling it to others.

"He did", Harry admitted finally after long moments of thought. "Not really much, but he did."

Harry didn't say anything else, and he saw that both Hermione and Ginny nodded in silent understanding. They were perceptive enough to see that though Harry knew something, he didn't feel comfortable sharing that knowledge.

"And, why did he wand to go?"

Then again, perception had never been one of Ron's stronger sides. Harry heaved a sigh and tried to come up with a way to tell his best friend what Hermione and Ginny had immediately understood, but Hermione beat him to it.

"Merlin Ron, how can one single person be as thick as you are? Obviously Harry doesn't want to talk about it."
"But why?"
Hermione threw her hands into the air in exasperation.

"Because he might not want to talk about things Professor Lupin told him privately, on a confidential level? That he talks to Harry about it doesn't mean he wants us to know. Otherwise he could as well go and tell us personally, or pin an announcement to the notice board in the kitchen, don't you think?"

Hermione had quickly adopted her famous bossy tone again, and Ron rolled his eyes.

"All right, all right, I got the message. No need to get that snappy with me."

Hermione shook her head. "Sometimes, I'm not all that sure about that, Ron. But let's not get into a fight now."

Ron grunted something which was too low for the others to understand, but he seemed to share Hermione's opinion about not wanting to fight with her. And their little bickering had at least diverted from the topic of Remus' reasons for leaving, and for that Harry was grateful. He quickly dealt the cards for another round of Exploding Snap to keep that diversion up, and Ron and the two girls picked up their cards and played. Nobody mentioned Remus again for the remaining evening.

At half past ten Hermione and Ginny decided to go to bed. They would be up and ready to leave at around six the next morning, a time Ron and Harry had fixedly planned to spend with still being fast asleep. They said their goodbyes, Hermione promised to write them just as they promised to write her if anything happened. Harry and Ron also went to their bedroom after that.

"Isn't it a bit risky to go to France now?", Harry finally asked. The question had just popped up in his mind.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, from what I know everybody is just waiting for something bad to happen, I was just wondering how safe it is to go on holiday now."

"Because of the war?" Ron shrugged. "I guess France is as safe as anywhere, possibly even safer than England right now. And they will stay in contact with us, if anything happens you can bet your wand on Mum making sure that Ginny is safe, no matter if she has to go to France and drag her home herself. But as long as she doesn't worry overly, I don't think we need to, either. After all, they'll be on a muggle holiday, surrounded by muggles, that should keep them safe enough."

Harry nodded as he shrugged out of his clothes and into his pyjamas. Maybe Ron was right, but still he somehow didn't like the idea of two of his friends being so far away while they all just waited for the war to start. What if something happened here while they were away, or worse, what if something happened in France while they were there? Everybody expected something to happen here in England, but though Harry didn't know all that much about it, he guessed that amongst the wizards in France there were surely also Death Eaters there, or at the least people who sympathized with Voldemort. Surely Dumbledore and the Weasleys wouldn't let Hermione and Ginny leave if it was truly dangerous, but Harry could not help but worry about his friends.

He and Ron didn't talk very much that remaining evening, they, too, went to bed rather early. But while soon low snores from Ron's bed announced that he had fallen asleep, Harry remained lying awake for a while longer, staring at the framed picture of Sirius and himself in the dim light that filtered in through the curtains. He missed his godfather badly, a small constant nagging ache somewhere inside of him, but there were moments when missing Sirius became so painful that Harry could hardly breathe. Yet no matter how painful, he could not tear his eyes away from his godfather's image on the nightstand. The photograph was hardly moving, Sirius held baby-Harry cradled against his chest and was simply looking back at the real-life Harry. Harry knew that it was just a photograph, no matter that it moved at times, but he could not help but imagine that his godfather could see him, that Sirius knew what was going on with him and was trying to give him some comfort. And with that somewhat calming thought on his mind, Harry finally drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning Harry woke up to find Ron still fast asleep next to him. One glance at the clock, though, told him that he had missed Ginny's and Hermione's departure by over an hour. Still, it was already light in the room and next to him Ron was snoring rather loudly, so Harry doubted that he could fall asleep again. With a low groan, he got up, fetched some clothes from the closet and went over into the bathroom. He took a long, hot shower, then got dressed and made himself ready to go downstairs for breakfast. On his way downstairs he came past Remus' room and silently opened the door. By the looks of it, Remus was still sleeping soundly, so Harry quickly closed the door again and continued downstairs. Had Remus been awake they might have breakfasted together, but Harry assumed his former teacher still needed a lot of rest after his collapse. On any other day since Harry had come here, Remus had seemingly been awake for hours already by the time he had gotten up, so Harry assumed that his sleeping in so long had to do with his collapse. And maybe a bit more sleep would take that walking-corpse look which had become so prominent over the past week from his former teacher's features.

Still contemplating Remus' health, he opened the door to the kitchen and went in, nodding his hello at Mrs. Weasley who was standing at the stove. She smiled back at Harry and reached for a plate from the cupboard to make him some breakfast, gesturing for him to sit down at the kitchen table.

Harry did so, but as he was about to pull out the chair he usually sat on, Harry noticed that Dumbledore was sitting at the table as well, his chair tipped back slightly to look at another man who was leaning against the kitchen counter, the long fingers of his right hand curled around a cup of coffee. Harry stepped back a bit, knowing fully well that though his presence in the house was tolerated by most of the Order members, everybody was always making a fuss to keep him away when there were visitors on Order business at Grimmauld Place.

"Good morning, Professor. Sorry, I didn't know that there is a visitor, I can also come back later."

Dumbledore only smiled at Harry.

"Good morning to you, too. But there is no need to apologize, you didn't disturb anything. Harry, may I introduce Janus Lupin to you? He is Remus' brother. Mr. Lupin, this is Harry Potter."

Janus uncurled his right hand from the cup of coffee and stretched it out towards Harry, the palm of his hand still warm from holding the cup.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Potter."

"Nice to meet you, too."

As they shook hands, Janus' eyes roamed over Harry's head, lingering over the scar on his forehead for a moment longer than most people stared at it. When he released Harry's hand and broke the gaze, Harry could not help but feel a little relieved. Somehow, Janus Lupin gave him the creeps. Harry thought that he didn't like the man very much, though he saw him for the first time today. Just the thought that this was the brother of his once favourite teacher Harry could not really understand.

Though there were slight physical similarities that could not be denied, but only on a second look. Janus' hair was a darker shade of brown, and cut a lot shorter, his eyes were green-brown and not amber like Remus', and he was taller than Remus was – and though Remus wasn't extraordinarily tall, he was by no means a small man. Janus' hair did not really have any grey streaks in it as of yet, but his face showed clearly that he was a couple of years older than Harry's former teacher. But apart from the obvious differences, the two brothers did look alike. The shape of their faces, the nose, their posture, it all looked very similar to Harry. Especially, Harry noticed while shaking Janus' hand, their hands. Naturally, he had never paid overly much attention to Remus' hands, but Janus' long fingered, slim hands looked exactly like he remembered Remus' to look like. Harry might not have noticed it immediately had he not been introduced to Janus, but on a second and closer look there were undeniable similarities between the two. But unlike Remus, Janus had a somewhat threatening presence, he was somebody who made Harry feel intimidated and small in his company. Somehow, Harry had the feeling that Remus' older brother was a dangerous man to cross, far more dangerous than most people he had met so far.

Janus eventually tore his eyes away from Harry, placed his cup onto the kitchen counter and pushed himself in to a fully standing position.

"As I said, Professor, I don't have any idea how I can help you with this problem. I don't know anything that could have caused Remus' seizure, and to be bluntly honest I don't have time to sit around and think of an explanation. Maybe it's because of his lycanthropy, who knows what that can cause. I'm afraid I can't help you there, so if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave now. I've got work to do."

Dumbledore got up from his chair and stretched out his hand towards Janus.

"Thank you for coming over so quickly nevertheless. Remus' room is on the second floor, in case you want to look after him before you leave."

"He was still asleep by the time I got down here", Harry interrupted. Janus turned his head swiftly into Harry's direction and the teenager felt a shiver run down his spine as those strangely dark-green/light-brown eyes glared at him. After a seemingly endless moment, he looked back at Dumbledore.
"No, I don't think he'd be particularly pleased to see me. And – as I said – I've got work to do. Good bye, Professor. Mr. Potter, Mrs. Weasley."

Janus nodded into the direction of Harry, then to Mrs. Weasley, and left the kitchen. Harry stared after him for a moment, then shook his head as if to ward of an unpleasant thought. He didn't really know what to think of this strange meeting, and he didn't know what to think of Remus' brother. Why the man had no intention to visit his brother, who was obviously not doing fine, was beyond Harry's understanding.

But before he could spend any more thoughts about this, Dumbledore turned towards him with a slightly strained smile on his face, just as if he was feeling similarly confused as Harry was.

"Well Harry, I'm sure we'll see each other tonight, but for now I have to return to the Ministry."

"Good bye Professor."

"Goodbye Harry. Molly, might I have another word with you upstairs? There is something I need you to give to Bill in case he comes here before I return."

"Of course, Albus."

Mrs. Weasley placed a sandwich in front of Harry, and before he could even say thank you she vanished out of the door behind Dumbledore. Suddenly, a shadow moved to Harry's left and with mounting surprise he saw Mad Eye Moody step out of the shadow next to the pantry door, where he must have been standing throughout the entire exchange with Remus' brother. Wit his distinctive limp he came over towards the table and sat down facing Harry. He grinned as he saw Harry's expression.

"Didn't mean to startle you, but I see that you could do with some additional lessons in vigilance, Potter. You have to be aware of your surroundings at all the time."

"Why were you hiding in the shadows? Didn't you want Remus' brother to see you?"

Moody laughed loudly.

"Kid, you still have a lot to learn. It would take far more than just lurking in the shadows to hide my presence from Janus Lupin. Rest assured that he has known where I was the entire time. But I can see that meeting Janus has left quite an impression on you."

Harry shrugged, though for one more time he asked himself whether Moody could look straight into his thoughts with that magical eye of his.

"To be honest, I had not known Remus even had a brother until I came into the kitchen earlier."

Moody smiled, an action that made the scar tissue on his face stretch scarily.

"Yes, I can imagine that Remus didn't mention him before. You might have guessed that those two…how shall I put it? They are as different as you can get it, considering that they're brothers."

"Why?"

Moody chuckled and shrugged.

"They're just leading different lives, kid. They don't see each other often, it was no small wonder Janus didn't want to see Remus just now."

Harry's curiosity was sparked, though he didn't like to pry into Remus' life like that, behind his back. But he wanted to know why Remus had never mentioned his brother before.

"What does he do? I mean, he kept on repeating how busy he was."
"He's an Auror."

That surprised Harry quite a bit.

"An Auror? A Ministry Auror?"

Moody nodded. "Yeah, an Auror. Climbed up high in the department during the past couple of years, he's one of the best and most trusted men the Ministry employs. I trained him myself, eight or nine years back when he came from France."

"France?"

Again, Moody laughed. "There is much you don't know about Remus and his family, isn't there, kid? Remus is French, so is Janus. Their father moved back there a couple of years ago from all I know. They had moved to England when Remus went to Hogwarts, but Janus went to Beauxbatons and stayed in France after that." Moody shrugged. "He came to England a couple of years after finishing school. He and Remus are not what you could call close, as you might have noticed."

"Why not?"

Moody raised an eyebrow, the one above his real eye, and looked at Harry for a long moment. Then he finally shook his head.

"I don't know the reasons, kid, and even if I did I don't know if I should tell you. Ask Remus once he wakes up again. If there is one person who can tell you what happened between them, it's him."

Moody got up from his chair and walked over towards the door. Harry nodded numbly, still not really knowing what he was supposed to think about the whole revelations on Remus' family situation. He had not really spent any thoughts on the question whether his former teacher still had any living relatives, but on the other hand he and Remus were not exactly close. At least they had not been before the past weeks.

With a crooked grin, Moody took a sip from his hip-flask and walked out of the kitchen, his wooden leg thudding loudly on the tiled kitchen floor and up the stairs.

Harry watched him leave, then stood in the kitchen for a moment longer, trying to sort though his thoughts. After a minute or two, he tore himself out of his stupor and went over towards the kitchen counter. He poured another cup of tea, prepared a plate with two sandwiches and carried those up the stairs towards Remus' room. Maybe he had woken up by now, and if he had, he would surely be hungry. And – a little voice in the back of his head added – maybe he had decided by now if he still wanted to leave or not. Harry didn't know why he was so concerned about Remus' decision for his future, but he definitely didn't want his former teacher to leave the Order of the Phoenix, or Grimmauld Place. Maybe he just didn't want Remus to leave him, though that was a thought beyond Harry's understanding. He and his former teacher were not really close, he had no right to demand anything of him. Especially not staying in a place where he was obviously not doing fine.

But Remus was still sleeping as Harry opened his door, so Harry silently sneaked into the room and deposited the tea and sandwiches on the bedside table. He knew he had been silent, but just as he turned around and silently started towards the door again, Remus stirred on the bed. He turned to his back, frowned slightly and after a moment groggily rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up. His eyes fell onto Harry, and he frowned again, this time in slight confusion.

"Harry?"

"Good morning, Remus. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't, I think. I thought I smelled tea, must have been dreaming."

Harry shook his head and gestured towards the bedside table.

"No, it wasn't a dream. I brought you breakfast, I thought you might be awake again."

Remus turned his head and his eyes lightened up as he saw the tray Harry had brought standing on the bedside table. He reached for the tea almost immediately.

"Ah, thank you Harry."

"How are you feeling?"

Remus took a sip of his tea, then he shrugged. With another frown he gestured for Harry to sit down on a chair instead of standing around near the door.
"Why don't you sit down if you like? I'm feeling better, at least far better than yesterday evening. Though I have no doubt that Madam Pomfrey will be back in the course of the day, fretting about me. She's unbearable whenever she is faced with something she can't explain, it challenges her professional pride. So I'll have to bear with her until she has found a satisfying explanation for my collapse, which unfortunately nobody has found so far."

Harry nodded.

"Yes, at least not Professor Dumbledore. And your brother said he didn't know what could be the reason for your collapse, either."

Remus choked on a bite of sandwich as Harry said that, and he coughed for a moment before he could speak again.
"Janus is here?"

"Was, yes. When I came into the kitchen earlier, he was there."

Harry shrugged uncomfortably, not really knowing what to say next. Remus watched him for a moment, then he smiled and shook his head.

"I see that you don't really know what to make of your meeting with him, do you?"

He said it with a smile in his voice, but Harry nodded.

"Not really. I was a bit surprised, I didn't even know you had a brother, so when I came into the kitchen and Professor Dumbledore introduced us, I was a bit startled. And he is…I don't know how to say it."

"Different?", Remus supplied. Harry shook his head.

"To be honest, he gives me the creeps."

Remus laughed, loud and for a long moment, but when his eyes settled on Harry again there was no real mirth in them.

"Yes, Janus is known to provoke that reaction. Helps him immensely in his job, I should think."

"It might sound strange, but I got the feeling that he's dangerous."

Remus looked at Harry, then he slowly nodded. "It doesn't sound strange at all. Actually, I know that Janus can be dangerous to those who threaten him. I don't think it would be wise to cross him or get on his bad side. But I don't think you need to worry about that, not unless you have the sudden urge to threaten him at wand-point."

"Moody told me that he is an Auror."

Remus nodded.

"That he is. Moody trained him, so he knows him quite well. What else did he tell you?"

Harry shrugged, not really wanting to breach the subject of why the two brothers didn't get along with each other now. But then he remembered something else.

"He said that you're French, that astonished me quite a bit."

Remus smiled again. "My father is French, I grew up there until I was nine or ten years old. But then we moved to England. My father moved back to France a couple of years ago, but I stayed here and Janus left France as well quite some time ago."

"So you speak French?"

Remus laughed again as if the question amused him greatly.

"Harry, it's my native language. Of course I speak it, fluently. But I grew up learning both English and French, and ever since we moved to England I hardly spoke French anymore, except from when I visited my father of course."

"Why hasn't he come to visit you yet?"

"My father?" Upon seeing Harry's nod, Remus shrugged. "I guess he doesn't know what happened. I doubt that Albus wants more people than necessary knowing where the Order headquarters are and how to get in. Actually, I'm rather surprised that he told Janus about it. But most probably Janus will tell my father what happened, so I should expect an owl by tomorrow morning at the latest. Hopefully, he thinks I'm too old for him to send me a howler for not having informed him immediately."

Remus chuckled slightly, but Harry failed to see the humour in it. He had always thought that his family situation was dire, but imagining to have a brother who was entirely uninterested in his health was beyond his imagination. Maybe it was because he had never had a family to speak of, but Harry imagined that if he had a brother who was not doing well, who collapsed for unknown reasons, then it would be hard to tear him away from his bedside. Some of his thoughts must have shown on Harry's face, because Remus watched him with a faintly amused expression and cocked his head slightly to the side.

"What is it?"

"Pardon?", Harry said, tearing himself out of his musings.

"What is going through your head, Harry? You looked rather…confused right now. Slightly disbelieving, even."

Harry shrugged. "Earlier, when I met your brother downstairs, Professor Dumbledore told him where your room was. But he only said that he was too busy to visit you, and couldn't get out of the room fast enough."

"And now you're asking yourself why he didn't want to see me", Remus concluded for him. Harry nodded, and Remus sat up straighter with a sigh. "That's a bit difficult to explain."

Harry quickly waved him off.

"You don't need to. It's not my place to pry, I was just a bit confused by his reaction. He didn't seem interested in how you were doing at all."

"I doubt that it was as extreme as you see it. Knowing Janus, he'd not have made the effort of coming here at all if he had been convinced that nothing was wrong with me. Probably Albus didn't tell him beforehand what exactly had happened. But I can imagine that it sufficiently calmed him when Albus assured him that I would survive. What else should he have done? Sat by my bedside all day? Because that is definitely not something suiting Janus, so I'm not all that surprised that he left so quickly."

Harry shook his head.

"So you say it was all right for him to know that you would not die? Without making sure himself how you were doing? What kind of brother does something like that?"

"My brother", Remus said, and his undertone was slightly sharp and defending. Harry felt a blush rise to his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I should not have said that. I didn't even know you had a brother until now, I certainly don't have the right to make any judgements. It's only that I can't really understand it."

"It's all right. But there's a long history behind my relationship with Janus which explains very well why we act as we do. Only that I don't particularly fancy going over all of this right now."

Harry quickly nodded. "I'm sorry. I have no right to pry."

Remus just waved him off. "There's nothing wrong with being curious, Harry. Only you have to accept that sometimes you don't get all the answers you want to have."

Before Harry had the chance to reply, there was a sharp knock on Remus' door and without waiting for an answer, Madam Pomfrey came into the room and set down her bag on the floor next to Remus' bed.

"Good morning, Remus."

Remus raised a hand. "You are aware, Poppy, that some people wait until they're called in before they enter a room? I've read that somewhere, it's an interesting concept called 'privacy' which I'd really like to try out sometime."

The nurse only waved vaguely into his direction and didn't even seem to notice Remus' slightly snappy remark. Her eyes fell onto the empty plate on Remus' bedside table and she nodded.
"At least somebody took care that he starts eating again, that at least is something. Thank you, Mr. Potter. But if you'll excuse us now, I want to examine my patient again."

Both Remus' eyebrows disappeared beneath his hairline.

"Hello? I am awake, coherent and my hearing is working perfectly fine. I would appreciate it not being talked about as if I wasn't there."

His pleas fell on deaf ears, Madam Pomfrey shooed Harry out of the room and immediately returned to Remus' bedside, brandishing her wand over him in what he could only interpret as a gesture of threat.

"Don't you think you've examined me enough yesterday?"
The nurse shook her head. "I still haven't found out what caused your collapse, and until I know that for sure I want to exclude every possibility. Which is why you will have to put up with me until I've either found an answer to my questions or until I think that you're completely restored."

Remus shook his head. "And me to think that I was a grown up man who can make his own decisions."

"Not as long as you're my patient", Madam Pomfrey replied and opened her bag. "And now stop working against me, that will only make this take longer than is necessary."

Remus sighed and leaned back on his bed, surrendering to his fate. If he cooperated now, this might indeed be over soon. And as soon as the nurse was on her way back to Hogwarts, he could leave his bed again. And once he was up, he could finally take the time to make up his mind about his near future, something he had not been able to do since his collapse. He didn't particularly like it, but right now listening to Madam Pomfrey might be the way to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.