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All the Queens Men
Hours had passed; the spell that the nurse had cast was wearing off. Harrys faced was scrunched in discomfort, his bones groaning audibly in protest before settling. His face smoothed as the spell finally faded, as he finally was allowed to awaken. The boy sat up, his expression dazed; he ignored everything and stumbled out of the hospital wing. He vaguely realized he probably should not leave the white Hospital Wing but Harry just could not feel safe in the open and airy hospital.
The Queen was whispering to his magic, -openopenwheresthetunnelsnots afewhereWHERE? - , And in turn, magic whispered to its wielder to understand what the parasite wanted. Harry always listened, the voice and his magic had never steered him wrong before, even if the way was difficult. The whispers in his head were leading him somewhere, the boy didn't know where.
Zabini watched the dazed Potter wander into a shadowy hallway, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. With a swirl of his cloak the dark skinned boy swept off to find a Professor, last he knew, the boy-who-lived was supposed to be in the Hospital wing.
Don't mind me, I'm a line break!
One good thing about the Dursleys lack of care was his small stature. It made crawling into the pipes in the walls much, much easier. Harry wasn't quite sure why the Queen wanted to be in the slick tunnels, but it kept Her humming contently to his magic. However, he was nothing if not polite, freaky, but polite. If that included humoring some sort of baby, Aunt Petunia always told him that his happiness was not priority, then that was alright. The Queens presence soothed across his mind, -dronegooddronepleasedgoodboy-, Harry smiled to himself, shuffling forward in the dark. He squeaked in alarm as the pipe opened up beneath his questing hands, sending tumbling down into a pool of water. He pushed and kicked, trying to reach the surface for air and he managed it quickly. Shivering, the boy stared at the dimly lit cavern; it was very much like a cave with a high ceiling and what looked like a pebbled floor beyond the pool. Harry inspected the pool itself and somewhat sheepishly stood up, it came up to his waist at the center and became shallower as it radiated out. The Queen purred contently,–perfecttoocoldmanybodiestoheatperfectperfect!-, the sound echoing in his head and reverberating through his chest. Harry paused, brow furrowed in pain, the purring was also echoing from his chest, muffled but there.
An apologetic tingle swept over Harrys magic, and before he could really react, the Queen rammed and thrashed in his chest. "Ah!" Harry gasped, hands flying to clutch at his chest and he felt fear as his bones moved and groaned in protest. Screams soon tore through the air as the Queen forced her way out of the boys ribs, bone splintering and pieces of organs flying as she burst out. Harry had since fallen to his knees from pain, passing out in the water as his magic franticly tried to heal him. The Queen slid through the water sending a final brush of sorrow at the boy before climbing out of the pool to hide and grow, Harrys magic punching through the wards of Hogwarts castle in a last ditch effort to survive.
Don't mind me; I'm just a line break
Madame Pomfrey shivered, glancing around her office with dread; surely she imagined that awful sound? Her plain office offered no clues; she sighed with relief and continued with her paperwork. That is, until a loud crack startled a small shriek from the stern witch. She huffed, and stormed out to scold the house-elf that had undoubtedly made the noise, but pulled up short at what met her gaze. Harry Potter lay gasping and unconscious on the floor, a gaping hole in his chest and his ribs bent out, the hospital pajamas were wet and torn. "POPPET!" she shrieked, sprinting for the gasping boy.
Poppet, the Hospital Wing elf, appeared with a quiet pop, "How may Poppet ser-"
"No time! Poppet, get Severus! We need Skele-grow, pain reliever, blood replenisher, and some luck!" Pomfrey interrupted, already orchestrating and encouraging Potters magic to try and repair his partially shredded heart and lungs. Poppet peered at the body and paled at the sight of a precious student ripped open so brutally.
"Right away Mistress!" and the elf popped urgently away.