Gabbing the Portkey

Chapter Two

By The Gyffindor Drummer

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Never Have. Never will. This applies to all the chapters.

Recap from chapter one

But Harry didn't see any more, because he had passed out because of the intense excruciating pain passing through his scar.

Chapter Two

"Errgg" Harry Moaned as blinding white light streamed through his closed eye lids. 'What the hell! Where am I?' He thought because the last thing he could remembered was the ghostly forms of his parents, the missing ministry worker, Bertha Jorkins and muggle man that he saw in his vision of Voldemort in the summer holidays before school started were telling him to back away as they neared Voldemort, before a huge explosion and intense pain.

Painfully Harry forced his eye lids open to see where he was. The ceiling was white and boring, so turning his head carefully to the side he saw lime green curtains going all the way around the bed he was in and a little bedside table that had his glasses, a glass of water and a fruit bowl on top. Reaching out to grab his glasses, Harry felt a sharp pain in his arm and gasped out loudly because of it, before pulling his arm back, cradling it to his chest.

Faintly he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. A mob of people each saying something, A high bossy voice that he didn't recognize yelling over the top of people. "Move! NO get out of my way! I'm the healer here!" at the last statement all the noise stopped and the curtains surrounding his bed were ripped apart to revile a woman with golden blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes in pale green robes.

Smiling down at him she said in a warm friendly voice, "Hello Mister Potter, My name is Healer Bentwand. It's good to see that you have finally joined the ranks of the living." To this all Harry could do was just smile back at her while she laughed at her little joke. He was relieved that the healer had a sense of humor, or otherwise it would be just like with Madame Pomfrey, boring and routine.

"How are you feeling then?" She asked while stepping forward to check his arm.

When Harry went to respond all that came out was a dry raspy cough, and he felt as if his throat was being ripped apart and on fire. Like as if someone had tipped acid down his throat.

"Oh um, here drink some water and try again." Healer Bentwand said, placing the cup to his lips and helping him drink it down, and then whipping the bits of his chin that didn't go in.

As the cool water ran down Harry's throat he felt as if the fire that was inside this throat was being put out.

"Now, how does that feel?" Healer Bentwand said, smiling down at Harry.

"Thanks that helped" Harry said before the pain in his arm and the rest of his body gave a sudden jab, and he released a moan of pain. "Fuck I hurt. What happened? The last I remember was seeing Voldemort surrounded by intense white light before blacking out and my scar feeling like it was being ripped open."

To this news of Harry hurting she waved her wand and cast a temporary pain relief charm, before she said, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything; all I know is that you were brought in here by Professor Dumbledore and that you were in a pretty bad shape. If you want I can go and get him for you, and maybe I could let in your friends?"

"Yeah, thanks, if it's no problem for you that would be great."

So, turning around Healer Blake left Harry to go and get Dumbledore. Once out side the curtains that were around Harry's bed she said, "OK only Professor Dumbledore can go in, and if he allows, then some of you might be aloud to see Mister Potter. But only friends and family" to this a group of people left, because they were reporters and they remembered that when Healer Blake said only friends and family, she meant ONLY friends and family, and because some of them still had scars and angry red spots from where she had hexed them out earlier.

Emerging form the sea of red hair, order members, Harry's other friends, was Dumbledore followed by three fully cloaked figures.

"Ah Dumbledore, come in, but don't under any circumstances let Mr. Potter sit up. Oh and don't touch his right arm." Healer Bentwand said, blocking Dumbledore and the three clocked people from entering.

"-and you three, I'm sorry but your not going in until I know who you are, what your purpose and intensions towards Mr. Potter are" Healer Bentwand said firmly, thinking that they were death eaters.

"Sorry Madame healer, but our identities must stay hidden until Mr. Potter wishes for our identities to be announced to everyone." A female voice from the shortest of the three cloaked figures said.

"It's alright Healer Bentwand, I know who they are, and what their intensions are, and believe me, their intensions are nothing in the least threatening or harmful" Dumbledore vouched.

"Fine, but if Mr. Potter asks you to leave then you leave no questions asked, got it?" The healer said, not paying any attention to any of the other people in the room.

"Yes, and thank you" said another female voice from under the hood of the second hooded person.

With that Dumbledore ushered them inside the curtains around Harry's bed. Closing the curtain after them he turned to the Weasleys and Hermione and said, "I'm sorry but your all going to have to wait to see Harry, because there is something that myself and the three cloaked people need to talk to Harry about."

Groans and sighs erupted from the sea of red hair and the only brunet.

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Hey.

Sorry that this is so short, but I wanted to leave you with a sort of a non-cliffhanger, cliffhanger thing happening.

Oh and sorry about the long wait for this chapter. To be honest I only finished writing thing this chapter whislt procrastinating about doing my assignments for school.

Oh But thank you to all the people that reviewed and a big thanks to the reviewer that reminded me that I have to update this story.

BYE

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