Harry sighed, setting himself down slowly onto one of the squishy armchairs in the common room, wincing as he did so. Ginny, Hermione, and Ron each gave him sympathetic looks as they sat down on the chairs next to his. Hermione conjured up an ice pack and Harry thankfully grabbed it and put it on his propped ankle, only one of the injuries he had received that day.

"Mate, just go the hospital wing and get fixed up." Ron said unethusiastically. There was no force behind his words, as if he had been saying them for quite some time without any effect. Harry shook his head and moved his body into a more comfortable position, repeatedly wincing as he did so.

"Ron's right, I mean you've been walking straight into trouble all day now, and it will only take Madame Prompherey or whoever it is about five minutes to heal you." Hermione stated reasonably.

Harry knew they were right, after all, if he had just gone to her after the first incident, he wouldn't be hurting as bas as he did now. On the other hand, he had been through worse, after all it was only a few minor cuts and bruises.

Ginny seemed to read his mind, because she was the next to speak, "And before you even say it, it is not only a few minor cuts and bruises! You have a gash all across you're abdomin, a sprained or fractured ankle, not to mentioned what happened to your ribs! I wouldn't be surprised if half of them were broken!" Harry winced, knowing she was right. However, he wasn't about to just give in.

"But the last time I went to the hospital wing, I was kept there for a week, and there was less damage don then! Not to mention, I've been through worse." He argued back. Ginny bit her lip, thinking about what else they could say.

"If you don't go, I won't give you back your broom," Hermione threatened, taking her wand out and preparing to summon Harry's broom into her outstretched hand.

Harry's vibrant green eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't.

Hermione smirked, tightening the grip on her wand, "Wouldn't I?" she countered cheekily. Harry swore loudly before slowly getting up.

"Fine, you guys win, I'll go get fixed up, but she better not ask how I got so many injuries in one day." Harry muttered before gingerly making his way towards the portrait hole. The others shared amused looks before following him out.

It took awhile for them to make it to the wing as they had to keep avoiding the teachers and prefects making their rounds.

"Couldn't you have threatened him earlier?" Ron grumbled as they stood behind a statue of Wendelin the Weird to avoid the rather nasty looking caretaker, a younger version of Filch.

"Can you just please get off my foot!" Harry hissed. Ron quickly moved and Harry took a moment to rub his very swollen foot.

"Come on, we're almost there!" Hermione whispered motioning with her hands for them to move. Harry winced as he applied a small amount of pressure on his foot, and began to limp towards the next corridor with his friends, After 15 more mimutes of evading teachers and prefects, they made their way into the hospital wing.

From the words they could make out, they weren't the only people needing Madame Prompherey's expert healing.

"Honestly, why don't you just come a bit late to school instead of spending your first week back in the hospital? I am sure Professor Dumbledore would allow it, dear." Prompherey's motherly voice rang through to them, closely followed by, surprisingly, Remus Lupin's.

I just can't come late, I would miss too much homework." He reasoned quietly. It was odd, hearing his voice so quiet, much different then how he had been earlier.

"Excuse me?" Ginny finally called out. The conversation from the other room immediately ceased and Harry was just about to tell his friends that he would come back in the morning, when the door lurched open.

"How may I help you?" a noticably younger version of Madame Prompherey addressed them.

"Well, my friend here got hurt and would like it if you could help him." Ginny slyly pushed Harry forward, causing him to nearly fall into Prompherey.

"Alright let's see what's wrong," she led him towards a bed across Remus's, who was feigning sleep.

"You guys should go back to your commons before you get into trouble." She added towards the rest of the group. They nodded and left, leaving Harry scowling in their direction.

"Now, take off your shirt." Harry looked up at Prompherey as if she were crazy.

"Now please!" he grudgingly complied, taking off his white school shirt and revealing nasty looking bruises along his ribcage, and a large and noticebly deep gash along his stomache. Prompherey took it all in with wide eyes.

"How in the world did this happen?" Harry looked dowm, slightly embarrassed.

"Well…"

I know I said that I would write about his first day, but this came to mind instead. So tell me what you think? It's not as funny as the other chapters or anything and it is rather short so I'm not sure what you guys think so please tell me. It took a while for me to update but I had a lot of school work to catch up on so please forgive me.

love,

Bluedoggie