I woke again to light and, for an instant, I was afraid I had died again.

But this,

this wasn't The LIGHT.

Thought it was familiar,

too familiar.

God Freaking Dammit, I'm in the hospital wing.

Taking stock of my situation I find my sight blurry and no tell-tale weight of my glasses so those are still missing.

My head hurts pretty bad from a very distinct headache that I unfortunately recognize as magical exhaustion.

I feel the sting on my arms of the dark curses that had grazed them if I counted right now it was seven,

though it had felt like less at the time.

I'm not too worried, Madam Pomfrey is more than capable of fixing that up.

What I am slightly concerned about is that I feel a weight on my leg.

I can't for the life of me remember anything happening to my legs.

So that, of course, is what I go to look at first. Slowly I tilt my head to look down.

I'd recognize that shaggy haired grimm anywhere.

I sat up quickly,

Poor choice.

My chest burned violently and I cursed loudly at the sensation moving to cover it on reflex.

"Mr. Potter slow down!"I heard Madam Pomfrey scold me.

I forced myself to uncover my chest quickly releasing I had not been awarded a new shirt like I had pants.

I blushed and laid back as instructed.

"Mr. Potter can you tell me how you chest feels?" I tell her how it feels like a really intense burn.

"Well as that's the only lead I have." she sighed frustrated then hustled away coming back with a scar reducer and a burn creme.

She put the scar reducer on the bedside table and helped me to sit up, not painlessly I assure you.

She undid the bandages on my chest and my eyes widened, the entire thing was covered in this red spider web. It arced all over my chest,

Just like lightning.

Just like the curse that had caused it.

I hissed as she applied the burn creme

she spread the grotesque orange cream all over the lightning like wound covering it from sight

and of course slapping my hand away when I tried to do it myself.

I knew deep down that the scar reducer wouldn't work.

This scar just like the other would never fade away.

Then a dog-like whine reminded me of Sirius's presence.

I smiled brightly trying to turn around to see him.

Another poor choice by the way.

He barked lightly at me as reprimand for trying then circled the bed so he was in my line of sight.

To my utter surprise Madam Pomfrey remained silent not commenting on Padfoot's presence or movements.

She did however purse her lips.

I smiled again at the familiarity.

Then something else occurred to me.

Something a lot more important.

"Where's Cedric?"

Madam Pomfrey raised a slight eyebrow in amusement.

Then turned to move the curtain behind her revealing a sleeping Cedric.

Even through my blurry glasses less vision I could see he was pale,

A muggle IV was hooked to him with a bag of, something, dripping into him.

"What's that? Is he okay? Where's Mr. and Mrs. Diggory?"

I opened my mouth to ask more

But then he shifted before me.

Immediately I attempted to move to him, but Madam Pomfrey held me back.

"Let me finish you up then you can go to him." she bargained

I wasn't happy about it but one look at the glare Sirius was giving me told me I was going to do it either way.

So I sighed and sat more securely on the bed.

She smiled and picked up her wand

I flinched violently as she pointed it at me.

Immediately she put it down.

I couldn't breathe my vision was clouding even further and splotching as I shook.

I knew, logically, Madam Pomfrey would never hurt me

but still I couldn't calm down.

I felt Padfoot jump on the bed and snuggle into my side before angling up and licking my face.

My breathing slowed and vision went back to it's normal, glassesless, state.

"I'm sorry Harry, here" she turned to the side and conjured bandages that she was likely going to conjure straight onto me.

Instead she picked them up and did it by hand.

"Madam Pomfrey? What was that?"

"That was a panic attack Mr. Potter." She sighed as she finished bandaging me and stood back.

"I don't like doing this Mr. Potter but I'm going to need the name of your therapist."

"My what?"

"Your therapist Mr. Potter. I need their name so I can explain to them what happened."

"I-I don't have a therapist" Her eyes widen comically and Sirius's head snapped to look at my face.

"After everything you've been through you've never once seen a therapist?"

"No Ma'am. I haven't. Can I go sit with Cedric now?" She nodded numbly and stepped to the side.

I focused my magic to relieve my pain a skill I taught myself after the many years stuck in a house with Dudley.

Then I slid off the bed and stood with only minor discomfort.

I crossed the aisle to Cedric's bed and inspected his face he was pale and though I strained my eyes to recognise more of him.

I couldn't so instead I reached out to touch his hand.

Then I hesitated.

"Has he woken up yet?"

"Yes." that was not Madam Pomfrey.

I stood quickly spinning to look the entrance of the Hospital wing to see the source of the voice.

Then fell back into my chair with the pain in my chest.

Taking the next moment to do what I should have done in the first place, I push my magic back into its place to keep me from the pain.

With that done I look up again and recognize Professor Dumbledore flanked by Mr. and who must be Mrs. Diggory.

"Harry are you alright?" It was Mrs. Diggory.

She stood over me worriedly and fretted a little asking what hurt and why I wasn't still in bed.

I didn't answer instead I looked at my boyfriend's pale body.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Whatever for Harry?" Mr. Diggory asked coming to my other side to stand opposite of his wife.

"I should have just taken the damn cup. If I hadn't insisted we take it together he wouldn't be hurt, this is my fault." by now I was sobbing horribly my guilt catching in my chest and choking me.

"Bullshit."

AN: Hello everyone! gods be I'm a horrible person, I don't know if I have fans but if I do you must hate me. It has been months since I last posted. Well, sorry? share with your friends and bask in the beauty of JK Rowling's gift to us all. guess Ill see you next time this randomly occurs to me.