Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter… some characters have come from my own imagination!

A/N: just made a small change about the snake…

Chapter 4 – More Surprises

Harry opened his eyes and looked around his room. It was different. He wasn't surrounded by the usual four poster beds. There were lots of other beds covered with white sheets. Harry was in the Hospital room. He quickly sat up straight.

"Owe!" Harry winced in pain. His body was all in pain.

Hermione and Ron, who had been sleeping besides Harry's side woke up and quickly helped Harry lie back down onto his bed.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked. She handed him his glasses from the bedside table.

"No." Harry said. "Here, help me up."

Harry slowly looked around the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was tending to bed sheets by the cupboards in the corner.

"What happened?" Harry asked. "How did I get here?"

Ron looked from Hermione and then back to Harry. "Don't you remember, mate?"

Harry frowned. "Do I remember what?" No one said anything. He was starting to feel impatient. "Well, tell me!"

Hermione looked up into Harry's eyes. She took his hand as tears started to fall down her face. "You were lying down outside the school in the grounds, with your invisibility cloak covering half your body. Hagrid found your body unconscious. We all thought you died."

Harry remembered the dream he had that night. "No… It wasn't real… it couldn't have been real… I was just dreaming it!" He said out loud to himself.

"Mate, it was real!" Ron said looking pale. "It was real when Hagrid woke the whole castle yelling out Dumbledore's name. It was real when Dumbledore rushed you here to this bed. It was real when Hermione and I saw your body and thought you had died." Ron paused catching his breath. "Harry, what happened?"

"I don't know…" Harry explained to them about the dream he had the night before about walking in the grounds but he didn't know where he was going. "The dream stopped after I hit the ground. Then I guess I woke up here."

The three sat together silently looking back at each other.

"Harry, you should tell Dumbledore." Hermione said breaking the silence.

Harry looked down at his hands. "I know… Where is he?" He asked slowly looking around the hospital wing.

"He should be here soon to check up on you." Ron looked up at the clock on the wall. "Actually he should be here now."

The hospital wing doors opened and in walked Professor Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall closely following behind.

After Dumbledore asked Harry how he was feeling, Harry explained about the dream he had that night.

Professor Dumbledore stood intently at the edge of Harry's bed listening carefully to Harry. "So you didn't feel like anything was real?" he asked.

"No sir." Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore nodded his head and smiled. He patted Harry's ankle.

Harry howled with pain. "ARGGG!" Harry slammed his back into the bed lying back down, thinking he could push the pain away.

Hermione jumped. "HARRY!"

Harry winced with pain as Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall carefully lifted Harry's pant up off his right leg to inspect what was causing him all the pain.

Professor McGonagall gasped. Hermione looked over at Harry's leg. Her eyes widened and tears started to fall down her face.

Harry slowly sat up with the help of Ron. He looked down at his leg.

His leg was swollen red, and seemed to be getting bigger.

"POPPY!" Dumbledore called.

Madam Pomfrey quickly hurried over to Dumbledore's side. "Yes Headmaster?"

"Will you look at this, Poppy?"

Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened. "Oh no." She muttered. "Potter? If I touch does it hurt?"

"Yes!" Harry said wincing in pain again. His leg was throbbing. It made every part of his body numb and all Harry could feel was his leg.

"Hmm…" Madam Pomfrey walked over to a near-by cupboard and took out some bandages and a bottle of liquid from another cupboard. She walked back over to Harry's bed. "Mr. Potter, this is going to hurt a bit, well a lot but it's the only way your leg could heal." She started to lightly rub the liquid on Harry's leg.

Harry continued to wince in pain.

Hermione looking up at Madam Pomfrey.

"Poppy, what is it? What happened to Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked the question every one else wanted to know.

Pomfrey finished wrapping Harry's leg, but Harry continued to wince in pain. She looked up at the others. Pomfrey sighed. "He's been bitten by the snake."

Professor McGonagall gasped again. "Well, Potter will be alright, right?"

"The snake?" Ron asked looking up at Dumbledore after watching Harry helplessly. "What snake bit him?"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head. She finished tightly wrapping the bandages around Harry's leg and walked away.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron all turned to Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall.

"Professor?" Hermione asked. "Will Harry be alright?"

McGonagall sighed. "Yes Mrs. Granger. Although if Potter hadn't been found last night and had been treated for his cold, and treated just now for his leg, Mr. Potter would be dead."

Hermione shook her head. "But what kind of snake can do that?"

"There is only one." Dumbledore said. He looked up at the others. "It's called a Dikern. It's one of Voldemort's deadliest creatures. The Dikern lures victims out into an open place where there's no one then it takes one bit and the victim starts to die slowly. There is a cure. Luckily Poppy has the ointment. It's also a good thing Harry had gotten a cold. The cold seemed to have slow down the venom from the snake from killing Harry quickly. There is actually one that is alive and known to man, and Voldemort happens to own one for a pet. Its name is Nagini."

Ron frowned "But he'll be alright, right?"

"Yes he will be." Dumbledore said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to talk to a man about a certain giant living in our forest." Dumbledore left the room.

McGonagall stayed. She wanted to talk to Harry. "Mr. Potter, as you are well aware of your health, you are not to leave the hospital wing unless you are told otherwise. Also you're not to be playing quidditch."

"What!" Harry and Ron gasped.

"But Professor we have a match against Slytherin in a few weeks!" Harry argued. "I have to practice!"

"I'm sorry, but as much as I want Gryffindor to win, I'm afraid your health is far more important... Since you're captain of the team, I advice you to have your team hold tryouts for a new seeker. Gryffindor may still have a chance of winning." After that Professor McGonagall left the hospital wing.

Ron groaned. "I can't believe you can't play!"

Hermione gasped. "Ron, are you insane! Harry can't play, he's hurt!"

"I know but I reckon we're going to lose!" Ron sulked, leaning back into his chair.

"You're just like Wood when he was captain of the quidditch team. All you two care about is winning!"

Harry laid on his bed listening to Hermione and Ron argue with each other. Harry could hear other voices on the other side of the hospital wing doors.

"I don't understand why I have to carry these!" Draco complained walking towards the hospital wing. "These don't belong to me!"

"Draco, I can't hold all of this by myself. If I had to I'd have to make a million trips from the common room to the hospital wing, since everyone in the whole school are giving Harry stuff, and if we leave stuff in the Gryffindor common room something might rot, smell or die. Besides, it's not my fault people care about Harry and want to send him lots of stuff!"

"I know." Draco muttered. "I just don't want to help."

"Oh stop being so selfish for once in your life." Jessie whispered.

The hospital doors swung open. Harry watched Jessie walk in talking to Draco. They came in walking with some other Gryffindors carrying an armful of cards, flowers and gifts.

"Hey Harry." Jessie smiled dumping her load of presents on the bed next to Harry's.

Draco and the other Gryffindors did the same.

"Hey guys!" Harry said. He looked over at the pile of presents on the bed next to him. "Who're those for?"

"They're all yours, Harry." Ginny laughed. "Honestly I reckon you've go too much."

A set of gold and red balloons, with the words "Get Well Soon!" that were flashing different colors, started to float up to the ceiling. "Accio!" Jessie said pointing her wand up at the balloons.

"May I go now?" Draco asked.

"What's wrong Malfoy? Got another meeting with your Slytherin club?" Ron laughed.

"Ron!" Jessie warned.

Ron stopped.

Draco sniggered. "As a matter of fact I was and I was going to tell them all what a big wart your mother is."

Ron jumped up off his seat.

"Draco!" Jessie yelled.

Hermione and Ginny quickly ran over to Ron to hold him off of Draco, while Jessie pushed Draco back.

"You stupid git! Take that back!" Ron yelled

"Draco, LEAVE!" Jessie yelled. "Why can't you two get along?" She asked after pushing Draco out the hospital wing.

Ginny pushed Ron back onto his chair. "Leave him Ron. He's not worth it!"

Jessie walked back. "I hate it when you guys fight!" She said looking at Ron. She sat down on the bed on the other side of Harry's opposite from the bed covered with gifts.

Ron looked away and felt kind of guilty.

Harry told the Gryffindor team about him not being able to play, and their reactions were somewhat the same as Ron's.

"What? Well we're through!" Ginny frowned.

"How're we supposed to win now?" Michael Walker said sinking into the bed with the gifts and accidentally sat on a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. He picked them up off the bed. "Umm… Harry, can I have these?"

"Sure…" Harry looked disgusted. It's not like I'm actually going to eat them after you've sat on it, he thought. "Look, I want you guys to hold a tryout. Find a decent seeker to play, so we still have a chance of winner that cup."

Ron and Harry continued talking about quidditch as Jessie and Hermione started to become restless with the subject.

Jessie did love the sport, but couldn't they talk about something else, Harry was hurt in the Hospital. Jessie stood up. "I going to go, I'm getting hungry. I'll see you guys later."

Hermione jumped up. "Wait up, Jessie." She turned to Harry and carefully kissed him on the cheek. "See you later. Bye Ron!" Hermione turned around and caught up with Jessie. "I need to talk to you."

"Okay…" Jessie said wondering what Hermione wanted to talk about.

"After I tell you this and you agree, we have to go talk to Professor Dumbledore." Hermione said continuing down the hall.

Jessie laughed. "And how do you know I'll agree to whatever it is you want?"

"Because I know you well enough and besides we're friends right?" Hermione asked. "You wouldn't dare turn down a friend when she needs her friends help, would you?"

Jessie slowly shook her head laughing. "Okay, what do want me to do?"

A/N: tell me what you think…