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Summary: Harry's in the Infirmary again
The sheets felt like rough sandpaper against his skin, his head ached and he was distantly aware of an impatient high voice talking at him. At him because he wasn't quite in the mood to listen and respond.
"Mr. Potter?" the voice asked again. The person sighed when there was once again no response, and continued in a tight tone, "You are once again in the Infirmary, Mr. Potter, and I must tell you – not that you're listening to me – that you are not to leave this room or this bed until Friday. Your friends shall bring you your school work so do not fret about that."
The woman – and Harry could tell it was a woman at this point because the high tone finally registered in his brain – hesitated for a moment before leaving his bedside, closing the curtain behind her.
Harry sighed deeply and opened his eyes for the first time. The bland white ceiling looked just as it always had and it made his sigh once again. What on earth had he done this time?
© 2009 Inyx Dawn
10/30/09