The door flew open; a witch in a bright green robe flew inside, and started working immediately. Spells, potions, questions, the whole charade. By the end Harry was completely exhausted, and grateful that he was allowed to remain awake. Dreams after a dreamless sleep potion tended to be ruthless. Remus had slipped out while the Healer was taking care of Harry, leaving him completely alone when the witch left.
It wasn't long before the door flew open once more, revealing his friends. The raven-haired boy felt better as soon as he saw the faces of his very best friends. They have helped him through so much; he knew he wouldn't be alive right now if it wasn't for them.
"Harry! Oh, Harry! We were so worried!" Hermione said with a worried face, running towards the hospital bed to give him a hug. Harry winced slightly, although healed; he was still quite tender due to the accident.
"Bloody hell, Harry! What's wrong with your hand?" Ron stammered, obviously staring at the injured hand, all the blood drained from his face. Harry's heart skipped a beat; he had forgotten his hand was under the blanket before he woke up.
"Ronald!" Hermione gasped, turning to face the red-headed boy. She smacked his arm; the sound rebounded through the tiny hospital room.
"I can't believe you just said that! You insensitive- "
"It's fine, Hermione. It's fine." Harry said, interrupting Hermione's rampage, yet still ignoring Ron's question. Ron stood awkwardly in the corner, completely embarrassed at the scene he just caused. Harry could tell already that Ron would not be visiting today, perhaps that was for the best.
"Fine. Anyways, How are you, Harry? Not in too much pain, I hope." Hermione said, breaking the silence of the room.
"I guess as well as I can be. Thirsty, no matter how much I drink. But I'm not in too much pain…" Harry could tell Hermione knew he was lying. The scarred boy was in an unfortunate amount of pain, the Healer who came in previously said that it was necessary and part of the healing process. It would also keep him from doing anything that could be harmful. He sighed, realizing he had spaced out again.
"What have you been up to?" Harry asked, truly curious. The letters he had gotten during the summer were non-descriptive at best; all were generic apologies about how they couldn't say anything more. He was glad to be able to know what was going on, finally. Much longer, and he would have been furious at his friends.
"Nothing much, really. I'd tell you, but… it's a secret matter. If I could perform a privacy charm…" Hermione said, unsure of how Harry would take being evaded again. He only shrugged, unable to find the energy to be mad.
"We have to go, Hermione. My mum said we could only stay for a few minutes, she's going to be furious if we stay much longer…" Ron stated, pointing towards the door awkwardly. It was nothing against Harry; Ron just did not know how to act in hospitals. He often shut down in big institutions like the one Harry was in.
"Oh, all right. We will try to visit later, Harry."
"My mum and dad should be by a bit later, the twins might even drop by for a visit, now that they have their bloody apparition license…" Harry could tell he was rather annoyed by that fact, possibly by the expression on his face, or the way his teeth grinded together, or maybe it was just his tone.
"Super." Harry said dryly, and watched sadly as his friends left. He was left to his own thoughts. He wished he could up and leave, walk right out of those doors ad head to the burrow. He wished he could be in there family room, playing wizards chess with Ron and listen to Hermione stress about O.W.L's. But he can't, and probably will not be able to for awhile.
Harry sadly stared at the wall; what do people do when they are stuck in wizarding hospitals? He yawned, while thinking about how uncomfortable he was in his own skin, how he would never be able to sleep in the strange place. Quickly following these thoughts, the fragile teen drifted off to sleep.
Harry, was dreaming, and he knew perfectly well that it was a dream, but h couldn't help feel it was all too real. It was a nightmare. Voldemort laughing, Cedric falling, Chained to a grave, burning to death, screaming, though no one could hear… Harry was trapped within the terror of his own mind.
Until hands, big and strong, shook him out of his terror. Still terrified upon awaking, he reached out to search for his glasses. He felt a hand grab his, and place his glasses inside. The world was safer, now that all the colors stayed within the lines; he could tell he was in the presence of a single Weasley twin, an odd sight all in itself.
"Harry? Are you alright?" George asked, panicked. Obviously, he did not have to deal with the sickly often. Harry gave him a fake smile, one of fake reassurance. One that did not do anything to reassure the red-headed teen.
"I'll be okay, in a minute." Harry replied voice hoarse from sleep. As he moved to sit up to be in a more visitor friendly position, George ran over to help him sit up, placing a pillow behind him.
"My mum and dad visited earlier, but you were fast asleep. You must have been really tired; they stayed until it was time for dinner. Anyways, Mum was worried about you, and set me over here to see if you were okay, because I could aparate now, so it would be more convenient than floo travel. Which, you were obviously not so it's good I came..." George said awkwardly, scratching his arm, looking anywhere but at Harry. To see the chosen one's arm all… blackened like that truly freaked him out. As much as being away from his twin did. George was the quieter one, and, he would willingly admit, the less funny of the two. Fred always knew what to say. George knew all too well how much Fred was preferred…
"So, how's the business going?" Harry asked nonchalantly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. George stared at him, thinking through what he could be talking about.
"Oh! The business! Sorry, I'm a bit slow this evening… Anyways, the business is going well. Don't tell my mum, but we have been able to create tons more products due to a very generous benefactor." He said, with a wink.
Harry chuckled weakly; he knew all too well who the mysterious benefactor was.
"Where's your other half? No mean to be rude, but it's a little odd to see only one of the two twins…" Not that Harry wasn't appreciative of the fact; Fred's boisterous attitude was a bit more than he could handle right now…
"Oh, Fred? He's… He's actually out on a date. With Angelina. They really hit off after that ball… Been almost inseparable lately…" The red-head knew how pathetic he must sound, jealous of the time someone else gets to spend with his twin. He always knew this day would come; Fred was bound to meet a girl he really liked someday. Fred was the one all the girls liked, he was the funny one after all. George was always the consolation prize.
"Oh. Well, that's nice for him, I guess…" The dark haired teen felt bad now, seeing how distraught George was. He never meant to make anyone else feel bad; he was feeling bad enough for three as it was.
"So… how long will you be in the hospital for?" George was really feeling the strain of the conversation, something that often happened when you throw to people who barely know each other in an existing awkward situation.
"Don't know. Probably until I can walk again."
"Wait, what? You can't walk?" George was flabbergasted. No one was told what was wrong with Harry, at least, no one besides his parents. George always assumed that Harry's arm was the only damage.
"Err… Yeah. I guess no one told you?"
"No… My parents felt it was too personal to tell us, in case you might get offended… You know, it's getting late, Mum is probably frantic. I better go give her an update… I'll see you later Harry." George started walking out of the door, when he heard a small, sad voice reply.
"Bye George… Come back anytime, not like I have anything else to do…"
(AN: I think I managed to keep character within their character boundaries, at least, more so than usual. By the way, don't expect a relationship anytime soon. That would be obviously unrealistic.
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