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Chapter Four

When morning came Ron and Hermione followed Harry to the Hospital wing to check Salahsynth. When the three of them arrived at that the hospital wing, Dumbledore was already there, talking to Madame Promfrey. When they came in Dumbledore turned to them.

"Ah, I wondering when you could Harry. How did you sleep last night?"

Harry glared at him. Harry did not have a good night sleep. He was tortured by dreams of all the horrible things that might have happened to Sal in the hands of that awful man.

"No sir, I had a very bad night. I was extremely worried about Sal down here all alone."

"I understand. She means a lot to you. Still no chance you will tell me about her before she wakes up is there?"

"No, no chance at all."

"Alright my boy. I accept that answer."

Harry went to go sit next to Sal's bed. He stared at Sal. Or well, that's what it looked like any way. What he was really doing was trying to see if Sal was alright.

'Sal, answer me.' 'Har…Harry?' 'Thank Merlin! Are you okay? You've got me so worried over here.' 'I'm sorry Dear. I'm a bit dizzy and my head is killing me, but otherwise, I'm doing okay.' 'Good. I'm Glad. By the way, who was that man who threw against the back wall?'

Shocking everyone, Sal sat straight up and said, "That was my Uncle. I'll kill him." This was said in such a fierce tone that everyone, even Harry, flinched. Dumbledore just looked at her oddly.

"Ms. uh…" Dumbledore let the sentence trail off.

"Just call me Sal. My last name is not important. And if Sal doesn't work for you, then call me Salahsynth."

Dumbledore looked like he was about to protest, but the look Sal gave him, surprisingly shut him up. He decided to go back to the original question he was going to ask.

"Salahsynth, none of us were talking about your, Uncle, did you say? Why the sudden outburst? You could have easily have hurt yourself sitting up that fast."

"Because, I'm the queen of sudden outbursts, that's why. I just decided that I would start of by showing you." Salahsynth smiled disarmingly at Dumbledore. Just then Harry started laughing at Sal.

"And, pray tell, my Darling lion what is so funny?" Harry looked at her and just laughed harder. "I'm just happy to see that you are your normal self. I've missed you." With that, Harry walked up to the side of the bed and took Sal in his arms. He just held her tightly.

After a second or two Sal wrapped her arms around Harry. "I've missed you to my lion." Sal, then decided she didn't want sappy anymore, started to tickle Harry. She stopped after he had no more breathe left. Then she looked over to the others in the room. She glared at Dumbledore but put on neutral expression when she came to Ron and Hermione.

"Why don't you introduce your friends to me my lion?" Harry got up and walked over to Ron and Hermione. He grabbed their hands and dragged them back over to Sal.

"Sal, this is Hermione. Hermione this is Sal." Sal had always liked Hermione. She was always there for Harry and she was smart. Sal put a warm smile on her face and held out her hand. As Hermione shook hands with her she said, "It's very nice to meet you Hermione. Harry talks about you constantly. I'm glad to know he has such a good friend to watch out and love him." Hermione just blushed and stepped aside so Ron could greet her. Sal looked at Ron hard for a moment then held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you Ron. Harry talks about you more than Hermione I do believe. As I said to her, I'm glad Harry has such great friends who are there to watch and care for him. It means a lot to me to know that others love and care for even if I can't. But now, enough of this sappy stuff." Sal let Ron's hand fall from her grasp. "Let's find out if I can get out of here. These walls are driving me to the brink of insanity. Just then, Madame Promfrey walked back into the room.