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Chapter 19

Healing

Cara's POV

The white ceiling above my hospital bed came slowly into focus as I woke the next morning with the sun shining in on me. I turned my head to look at the clock on the wall and in doing so, all my nerves kicked into action. I felt the most horrible feeling in my knee, like as if it was about to burst through my skin and as I tried to straighten it, I realised it was in fact already straight. It was then I realised yesterday was no dream. The fact that I may no longer ride a broomstick or … God I even find it difficult to say, like I can't get the words out, well you know, put a leotard on again. As those words were spoken by my mind, I felt like a balloon had just entered my throat and someone just kept blowing it up until finally the tears came flowing down my face. I would never hop up on a beam, bounce on a trampoline, swing off the bars, or even do a god damn handstand. Quidditch is gone too, the pride of leading my team to victory, or hell even leading them into a complete trashing, all gone. I looked up when I heard Madame Pomfrey come in and saw her blurry outline against the light of the window. Wiping my eyes, I tried to sit up but soon stopped when I felt pain rush through every part of my body.

"Oh dear, let my help you." She rushed over and helped me hoist myself up on the bed.

"Am, do you think that, that I could see it? I looked up at the kindly woman and she nodded.

"If your sure." I gave her a small sad smile and she pulled back my covers slowly. First I looked at my waist and slowly my eyes travelled downwards. Slowly I saw that my skin was a tinged with yellow, then purple. My kneecap looked like something was underneath it, holding it up at an odd angle. I studied the strange sight that was my right knee for a few minutes before looking up at the healer hopefully.

"Couldn't you, am could you not just fix it like, like before?" I received a look of complete pity and knew the answer before she parted her lips.

"Cara, I'm sorry to say, this injury is a lot worse than your last. The potion would do nothing but mend your bones the way they are now."

"Ok, so what will happen now?" I asked as the lump in my throat appeared again.

"Well, a team of five healers will be arriving from St. Mungos shortly and a series of spells will be performed by them and I at the same time. This should put your bones back into place but as I said last night, you won't be able to use your knee for much more than walking." Once again, tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"Sorry Madame Pomfrey, but, am I don't feel up to any visitors today."

"Of course dear, now I know it's hard, but try to clear your head and concentrate on healing your bones.

It was two o'clock when a loud knock was heard in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey unlocked the door and an old matron-like woman entered wearing St.Mungo's robes. Behind her came a young woman with black hair and glasses. Next was a middle age, short, balding man followed by two more men, one of which was young with dark skin and hair which just reached his jaw line, the other a grey-haired older man with a clipboard. They small group were moving towards my bed when another man entered, Albus Dumbledore. His presence calmed me and made me feel less anxious.

"So sorry to disturb, but I thought I might lend a hand, if that's ok." The group gestured for him to join them around my bed as they all inspected my knee, talking mumble jumble to each other and ignoring the fact that the bits of knee they were all poking at was actually attached to someone. I watched them all intently as they drew out their wands and pointed to my knee, their lips began moving slowly and I felt my knee going kind of numb. I looked at Dumbledore's hand tighten around his wand and his lips began to move very quickly. My eyes dashed around to the other healers and they were doing the same. I guess I should be doing something to help, so I looked at my knee and began concentrating on healing it. After a couple of minutes I saw something move in my knee. My bones were slowly but surely moving back into place. I kept concentrating and my head began to throb but I didn't dare stop. The group that surrounded me all raised their wand free hand and slowly they lowered them until they rested on my knee. I could feel my knee again, it was getting hot, my body began to sweat and then it all stopped. I looked up again to see all the healers making their way out of the room. Dumbledore remained at my bedside, I looked into his old blue eyes and he smiled at me.

"Ms. Jameson, I believe that operation was a success. Do try to stand please." He said calmly.

"Are you sure, could I?"

"Well there is only one way to find out." I nodded and sat up in my bed. I moved my legs off the bed and let my feet touch the cold floor. I stood up slowly, still holding onto the bed and putting all my weight on my left leg. I gradually let my weight fall evenly between my two legs, until soon I could finally let my hands leave the safety that was my bed, and there I was, standing up. Madame Pomfrey came towards us with a pair of crutches, she handed them to me and I managed to hobble a bit around the room. Dumbledore beamed at me then turned to leave.

"Oh before I leave you, Cara it doesn't' do to lock people out of your life at difficult times. I believe Mr.Wood is sitting in the corridor and I've already had a few complaints from teachers as he has been missing class." I gave him a weak smile and nod before he left. I was at the window in my vest top and pyjama shorts when he entered. He ran towards me and pulled me into a hug, I had no idea how much I had needed that. I held onto him and cried.

"Cara, I was so scared I'd loose you, I love you so much." He said as he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too." I pulled my head off his shoulder and looked up at him.

"Jamie, don't cry, you'll be better in no time, look your already walking!" I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I just held back more tears and smiled weakly at him.