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The Ultimate Bond
Ch. 2
Groaning, the werewolf awoke in a familiar, comfortable bed. Opening his eyes, he saw white. Pure, unsanitary white. So he was in the Hospital Wing, huh? Trying the call Madame Pomphrey, he found that his throat felt as if it was filled with sawdust.
"M-madame Pomphrey!" he managed to rasp out. The motherly matron bustled in. she clicked her tongue at his state.
"My, my young man, you've been in quite the tumble!" she chastised while administrating various potions, "What in Merlin's name have you been doing in that wretched forest anyway? If I was your mother, I'd have..." Madam Pomphrey continues her rant and Teddy smiled despite the ache in his limbs. He loved Madame Pomphrey so much; she had been there with him after every transformation he could remember. Teddy was soon lulled into a sleep by her voice.
How long he slept, he didn't know, but as he awoke, the sun was setting. Eyes still closed, he heard voices.
"How is the boy, Poppy?" said a calm, elderly voice Teddy didn't recognize.
"He's fine, but he is going to be here for a day of two. Who is he Albus?" Madame Pomphrey asked.
Teddy found that confusing; Aunt Poppy didn't know his name? She knew him ever since he was a baby! And wait- Albus! As in Albus Dumbledore? The same Albus Dumbledore who was dead for almost two decades? Merlin's left nostril, what was going on?! Groaning, the witch and wizard noticed his awakening. Madame Pomphrey rushed over and rand her wand down the length of his body. Teddy stole a glance at the old wizard.
He looked a lot like what Teddy imagined as Merlin, with a eccentric blue robe and a very long beard.
"Poppy, could you give us a moment please?" The matron looked ready to disagree ("The boy needs rests!") but she left anyway. Teddy couldn't take it anymore..
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
Dumbledore chuckled. An idea popped into Teddy's mind.
"S-sir, what year is i-it?" he asked, dread filling his stomach, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Well my boy, the year is 1976," was the last thing he heard before blacking out once again.
"Oh dear," Dumbledore said looking at the unconscious boy, "Poppy's going to have my head."
End Chapter 2
Author's Notes: Well, here's chappie two! I swear this was longer on paper, shorter on Microsoft Word, and by the time it gets online it looks positively shriveled! Oh well. Please, please check out my other stories and please review! Also, I might not update for a bit because I'm kinda grounded right now. –Laughs nervously- Yeah, I'm not even supposed to be on the computer right now!
