Darkness Vs Truth
Senses slowly bracketed together as the darkness faded into nagging light behind his lids.
With a soft protesting sound, he opened his eyes. A slight burn forced them back shut. He tried opening them again, finding the burn less. He blinked as tears soothed the soreness and lifted his hand and wiped them off.
He looked to his right then to his left. Am I in the infirmary? He scrunched his eyes and reached for his glasses. I am…
He lied back down and looked at the ceiling, trying to remember how he got there. A throb in his temples elicited another moan. He removed his glasses once more and replaced them on the table next to his head. He watched everything in an unfocused haze of colors. I don't feel like my joints are very… jointed. His attempt to move caused sharp pain to shoot through his spinal cord. Ok, no more moving, I get it. His brows furrowed as he concentrated on willing the pain away.
"Why would I let you simply go to bed?"
His eyes narrowed. Malfoy.
He got up and turned to the chair where his uniform was folded. He changed and walked out of the infirmary without a second though.
"Well, well, Potter."
He looked to the group he passed and kept walking. Slytherins. Ignoring the world, in deep thought, he walked directly to the Gryffindor Tower. As he entered through the portrait hole, all conversations in the common room ceased.
"Harry!"
The corners of his lips lifted. They approached him.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.
"I'm fine."
"Really? You were unconscious for a day and two nights! We were so worried."
"Harry, mate, did you go see McGonagall? Everyone's just waiting for you to make the statement and get the ferret-boy out of here for good."
Harry's smile faded. "What are you talking about?"
"Malfoy, of course!"
"Why? What happened?"
"Harry, don't you remember?" Hermione asked.
"Remember what?"
"Did he obliviate you?!" Ron exclaimed.
"What? Did something happen?"
"Harry… do you remember why you were in the infirmary?"
"I…" he started saying then stopped. They can't know. Hermione frowned.
"Harry… It was Malfoy… don't you remember? He took you to the infirmary in a panic after he was done."
"What are you doing here?"
"What?"
"I'm a prefect, I have the privilege for your safety's sake, or so they say. Meanwhile, Potter, you do not. Care to explain why your bed is empty?"
"Harry, you need to go see professor McGonagall," Hermione said.
"I would like to go to bed too, so get a move on!"
"Malfoy?"
"Attention all students," Madame Pomfrey came across the school.
Darkness.
"It wasn't."
"Attention all students: The student Harry Potter of Gryffindor is missing from the infirmary. He is still on the infirmary registry. Kindly inform your peers and aid him back if necessary. The student Harry Potter of Gryffindor is missing from the infirmary. He is still on the infirmary registry."
"It wasn't him!" Harry made his way back to the portrait hole.
"Kindly inform your peers and aid him back if necessary."
"Harry!" Hermione called after him. The rest watched the portrait seal the hole after him.