Chapter Twenty-Seven: Floating Around in Nothingness, Injuries Abound!

The next day everyone decided to visit Diagon Alley since Fred and George had already left to go back and run their joke shop, Bill and Fleur had returned to their house and Charlie and Mr Weasley had gone back to work.

When they got there Harry found himself staring up at Ollivander's wand shop. Out of curiosity he tried the door, to his surprise it opened at his touch, he went in on pure instinct and felt his feet leave the ground. He was floating! It was dark, planets were floating around him, and he looked back and saw that the door was floating behind him in mid air.

This is weird he thought, not only were there planets floating around him but pieces of furniture were to! There was a desk and a chair, even a toilet and a kitchen sink! Then he saw it… a wand, floating on a purple cushion, he tried to run towards it, his legs wouldn't work so he waved his arms around haphazardly, he floated a few inches upwards… he didn't want to go up, he wanted to go forwards, towards the cushion.

He started doing breaststroke in the air. It worked; slowly he moved forwards, he did it more urgently and faster but it made no difference, he was barely moving.

It got a lot harder to move when things started throwing themselves at him. He dodged a side table, a chair and a whole single bed before he pulled out his wand. He tried a spell but found that his mouth wouldn't work either and he couldn't concentrate to do a non-verbal spell as a model ship splintered on his head cutting it. Harry put his wand away hopelessly and focussed on dodging everything from photo frames to refrigerators all while inching slowly towards the wand on the cushion. He couldn't dodge everything and soon, as well as the deep cut on his head he had bruises and cuts all over his body. One of his glasses lenses was cracked and he had a black, bleeding eye, he kept swimming through the air, dodging furniture left, right and centre making very little progress towards the stationary cushion at the other end of the room. But was he in a room at all? He seemed to be floating around in nothingness.

He looked down at his feet, finally realising why he was hardly moving at all. His legs were tied together tightly with a heavy chain and padlock. I need a key, he thought, amazingly a key appeared in front of him, he reached out for it but it moved quickly to the left, he grabbed it again, it moved away. Suddenly he felt every pain in his body and with his reflexes trained from seven years of playing seeker on the Gryffindor house Quidditch team his hand finally closed around it. He unlocked the padlock with great difficulty, owing to the fact that he was floating in mid air, the heavy chain around his ankles came loose and threw itself at him, hitting him full force in the face before disappearing along with the key that had been in his hand.

Harry was feeling faint and had lost a fair amount of blood. He struck out towards the wand again, moving much faster than he had been. Things threw themselves at him with even more force now he was being bombarded. It was hard for him to dodge anything now.

He swam faster and faster until he was finally in front of the purple cushion and the wand, he once again took out his wand 'ownerus revilio' he shouted pointing it at the other one, to his amazement it worked.

Blue writing shot out if the tip of the other wand just like it had in the pensive, it spelled out the name Rowena Ravenclaw. Harry's heart leaped, this was it… the fifth Horcrux.

He put his wand away and reached for Ravenclaw's, the wand was hot, so hot in fact that it burned his hands; fighting through the pain he bent it. The wand snapped clear in two. Something hit him hard in the chest after a bright light hurt his eyes, he was falling, falling in to nothingness, everything had disappeared.

'Harry, Harry come on, please wake up, please' Someone was holding Harry's hand, crying, the voice seemed very far away.

'Who… who's there?' Harry murmured.

'Oh Harry… Harry… It's me… I'm right here'

'Gin… Ginny' Harry answered groggily.

'Yes Harry, it's me,' Ginny said.

Harry had his eyes open now. Everything was strangely blurry, he realised he didn't have his glasses on.

'They said you might not wake up, everyone was so upset, you've been out of it for nearly two weeks, I wouldn't go back to school' Ginny said.

Harry was awake and alert now; his hands and head were heavily bandaged 'Ginny, can I have my glasses please?' His voice was still weak.

Ginny placed his glasses on his face, they'd been repaired, and Harry was lying in a hospital room on his own, apart from Ginny. A sign on the wall said:

ONLY ONE VISITOR AT A TIME!

INTENSIVE CARE WARD!

'What happened to you Harry? We found you outside Ollivander's unconscious with all these cuts and bruises, your hands were severely burnt' Ginny asked, her tears had all dried up now.

Harry thought about it 'I don't really remember, I was floating, furniture and planets were throwing themselves at me, I got the wand, it was hot, snapped it in half and then nothing…' Harry replied.

'So those pieces of wand that you had in your hands? They were Ravenclaw's wand; you've destroyed the fifth Horcrux?' Ginny said.

'Yeah…' He remembered now 'I did, it's gone' Harry's voice was strong now.

Ginny went to fetch a healer and they walked in a few minuets later.

After the healer had checked Harry thoroughly she said that he could be transferred out of intensive care and in to another ward. They said he should be out within a week. Ron and Hermione came to visit him two days before his release. In three weeks they'd be parents. He told them everything about destroying the Horcrux in great detail; his memory had rushed back when Ginny mentioned the wand to him. Everyone was pleased that there was only one more Horcrux to destroy before Harry could kill Voldemort once and for all but they were also all very scared for him.