Notes: I thought I'd leave you wondering for a few days... Harry can't die! Then how would I write a sequel? It's kinda hard to write a sequel without the main character. But anyway, on with the story.
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Harry felt a violent stinging on his forehead, and he jerked away from it. "Hold on there laddy." Harry opened his eyes, blinded for a second by the light, and saw a very Irish man standing over him. Harry wondered where he was, and what exactly this man was doing to his forehead. "There ya go," the man said. "Nasty little cut ya got up there. Now, let's see that leg."
Harry looked around. Hospital wallpaper - I must be in St. Mungo's. But what -? Then a horrible pain shot up his left leg, making him cry out in agony. "Nope, you won't be walkin' on this fer a while. It's healin' alright though." Harry was about to ask the man what had happened, but he had already left the room. He lied there, trying to remember, but the pain from his leg clouded his thoughts.
A different man entered the room. This one was taller, with dark hair and darker skin. "Well, look who's up," the man said. "I'm your healer, Mr. Anderson." ((Matrix fans everywhere can have a good laugh.)) The man held his hand out, and Harry shook it. "Is that leg hurting you?"
"Just a tad," Harry said.
"I thought so. Here, drink this." He handed Harry a little lime green bottle. Harry drank it. "That should make you feel better. I'll be back later. If you need anything there is a nurses' station right outside your door - just call and someone should come."
The man left Harry alone. The potion took affect immediately - soon Harry couldn't feel his body, let alone his leg. He lie there with his eyes closed, honestly wanting to think about what had happened, but his brain wouldn't let him. After some time the potion wore off enough to allow him to think more clearly, and he opened his eyes.
Hermione was standing over him. She handed him his glasses. "Hey," she said. "How're you feeling?"
"I don't know. I can't feel anything to tell you how I feel."
"That's alright. You stay in happy land. I just thought I'd stop by, to see if you were still breathing."
Harry breathed in deeply. "Yep, still breathing." Hermione laughed. "How's everyone else?" Hermione looked a little reluctant to tell him. Harry could understand why. He had remembered what happened sometime when he was in happy land, but his brain was too fuddled to care. It doesn't matter anyway, Harry thought. I know she's okay. I can feel it.
"Well," Hermione said, "Ron's a little banged up. Well, a lot banged up actually, but he'll survive. And Ginny - I haven't been in to see her myself, but Mrs. Weasley has been okay, so I guess that's a sign that she's okay too."
"What about Neville and Parvati?"
"They're fine. Parvati is really shaken up - Neville was actually really brave for once. He even fought off a few Death Eaters all on his own."
"That's good... Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"See how Ginny is. I need to make sure she's alright."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Hermione left and the healer from before entered.
"I take it that potion worked." Anderson asked. "Let's see that leg of yours." He lifted the sheets. "I need to take off the bandages, so it might hurt a bit."
"What happened to it?" Harry asked. "I mean, bones heal in a few hours, so why's it still hurting?"
"You sound like you've gone through this a few times before."
"A few, yes."
"Well, your tibia - shin bone - broke just below your knee cap. The lower half came out of your skin, while the piece that broke off pushed down onto the inside of your knee. That knocked your femur - thigh bone - out of place slightly, which also wrenched your knee. So you pulled a lot of ligaments and tendons as well. It's going to take a while for this to heal."
"How long is a while?"
"A few weeks. Potions can only fix so much. But it's healing well." The healer re-bandaged his leg. "I'll have a nurse bring you in more potions for the pain in a bit."
"Do you have a red-headed girl as a patient?" Harry asked, starting to wonder where Hermione had gone to.
"A red-headed boy, yes, but no girl. Oh, you mean the one that came in with you? No, no I don't deal with head trauma - just the arms and legs."
He must mean Ron, Harry thought. "The boy, is he okay?"
"Yes. Bad puncture wounds, very deep... but he'll live." Puncture wounds? Harry thought. How -? "Now you just relax and rest. You're going to be in this bed for a while, so get comfortable now."
"The red-headed girl - I need to see her."
"What?"
"To make sure she's alright."
"Sorry, you aren't going anywhere for a while." A nurse came in with more of the potion, sending Harry back into la-la land.
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When he woke up, he was still alone. Hermione was no where to be seen, which made him more anxious than ever. She's probably with Ron, he thought. Figures - I get them together and now I can't get to one without getting them both. A nurse came in to check Harry's pulse and other such functions, and he asked her about Ginny.
"Oh, no, I haven't been in there myself, but I've talked with the other nurses about her. Such a bad injury... Oh, but she'll be fine dear, don't worry." She added quickly after seeing the distressed look on Harry's face. "Some of the best healers in the world work here - if they can't fix it then I don't know who can. Plus, if she were really that bad off, they'd have her in intensive care, which they don't. She's just down the hall." The nurse finished and left, leaving Harry feeling worse than he had been before.
Eventually Hermione came back. "Sorry Harry," she said. "I came back and you were asleep, so I -"
"It's okay. You were taking care of poor Ronnykins." Hermione looked slightly insulted and was going to say something back, but Harry changed the subject. "What about Ginny?"
"When I went past, there were four healers in there, so I really couldn't get in. There wasn't a panic or anything - they were just calmly talking, so I guess everything is okay." Sure, Harry thought. Everyone just has a hole in the side of their head. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't look well."
"I've been massively drugged for at least two days. How good do you expect me to look?"
"Two and a half weeks, actually."
"What?"
"You were out for two and a half weeks. For a while there they thought you'd never wake up. But you still don't look well."
"I'm fine. Trust me."
The argument was stopped when Anderson entered the room. "Everything okay?" he asked.
"Peachy," Harry said. Suddenly they heard something being wheeled down the hallway. A bed came past the door, with several healers around it. As he looked, Harry caught a glimpse of red hair on the person in the bed. He nearly jumped out of his bed. Pain ran through his left side.
"Harry!" Hermione said, grabbing his shoulder to hold him still.
"What's going on?" Harry asked Anderson. "Where're they taking her?"
"Surgery," Anderson said plainly, as if it wasn't important.
"What?"
"Surgery. Nothing major though."
"How is surgery not major? I didn't even know surgery was used in magical medicine."
"Sometimes it is. Potions can only fix so much."
"So something's wrong with her?"
"Harry, calm down." Hermione said.
"No, I -"
"She's right Harry. Your body is too weak to handle that kind of stress. You could -"
"I don't care. A herd of healers just takes her into surgery and no one is going to bother to tell me what's wrong?"
"They didn't want to upset you." Hermione said quietly.
"Too late for that."
"Harry, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down, or we will make you calm down." Anderson said. A nurse entered the room to see what all the talk was about, and Anderson whispered something to her quickly.
"Not until someone tells me what's going on." Harry said angrily.
"Harry, really," Hermione said, "you should calm down. Everything will be okay."
"All I want to know is why she needs surgery. How hard is that to answer?" Anderson started to say something, but Harry interrupted him. "Don't tell me to calm down. I have the right to be upset."
"Yes you do," said Anderson. "But your body can't handle it. I don't think you realize how weak you really are."
"You're not well at all." Hermione said. "You should -"
"Why can't anyone answer me?"
"It's nothing major Harry. I think it has something to do with her skull - it's not growing back right or something."
The nurse came back. Anderson whispered to her,and she walked up next to Harry. He felt a prick in his arm. The nurse had injected him with something. Healers use needles? Harry thought. "What -?" But he never got to finish the question, because he suddenly became very tired and fell over onto his side.