Soon a crowd was running across the pitch and Lupin knew that he needed to act fast; he didn't want anyone to see Harry as he was almost sure that Harry was indeed; dead. He could feel himself shaking as he took off his cloak and cast a spell on it so that it formed a curtain between himself and Harry from everyone else.
There was a slight bang and Professor McGonagall was standing behind Lupin. She crouched down by his side and whispered, "How bad is it Remus?"
Remus was frantically looking at Harry, one of the only people that he loved and back at Minerva, he shook his head a tear running down the side of his face.
McGonagall was fighting to hold back tears as she stood up and went over to the gathering group on the other side of the cloak. She made eye contact with the headmaster and Professor Snape who was standing side by side on the other side of the crowd and shook her head at them as well.
Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle and Snape looked as though a bus had just hit him.
McGonagall turned back to the group, Ron and Hermione were standing in the front. He voice was shaky with grief as she spoke. "Everyone, go..." she swallowed, "Go back to your houses. Lessons will be cancelled for the rest of the day."
The gathering of students slowly started to head back to their common rooms while Hermione and Ron were standing ground, none of the teachers said anything to them.
Snape rushed forward and went behind the cloak with Lupin and Harry.
Professor McGonagall went over to where Hermione and Ron were standing, looking very worried. "Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasly, I am afraid..." she was choking on her words. "I am afraid... Mr. Potter..." she sighed and was interpreted by Hermione.
"He has died, hasn't he?" she squeaked, before burying her face into Ron's chest.
The Professor looked at Hermione and Ron for a moment and silently nodded her head. She watched as Hermione sobbed into Ron and she even saw a single tear run down Ron's red cheek.
This was a time for mourning, not a time to be well kept together Minerva thought. So she walked over to the two students and embraced them into a hug that felt like it would last forever.
Snape rushed around the side of the cape and came face to face with a horrible sight. Harry was lying on the ground on his back. His eyes were closed and there were scratch marks all over his face which was pale at the same time. He knelt beside Lupin who was feeling for a pulse, he had two of his fingers on Harry's neck and was concentrating.
Lupin quickly looked up to Snape with wide eyes and whispered, "He's breathing!"
"What!?" Snape yelled and rushed over to make sure that Remus was correct, and he was, there was a soft thumping every couple of seconds on Harry's neck. There was a pulse, but it was not strong.
"Let's get him up to the Hospital Wing" Remus said, tears of joy leaking from his eyes.
"Quite right," Snape said snarling at Harry, "Trust Potter to be the one to almost kill himself by falling off a broom." He held up his wand and cast a spell on the cape that we covering them and transfigured it into a stretcher.
On the other side of the cape, Ron, Hermione and Professor McGonagall were still hugging but broke apart when they saw Harry. Wondering what was happening McGonagall leapt forward.
Snape was lifting Harry onto the stretcher as Lupin yelled to Minerva and the others, "He's breathing!"
For Hermione, Ron and Professor McGonagall it was like the world was moving much slower than it usually does. Their friend was still alive; they could not have been more thrilled.
Everyone walked up to the Hospital Wing in silence, watching Harry with bated breath.
"Oh, goodness!" Madame Pomfrey shrieked as she scuttled over to the boy and the group that was carrying him. "What happened?"
"Lightening struck him and he fell off his broom. I wasn't there to conjure a spell fast enough and he fell the whole way. We thought that he was...dead...until we felt a slight pulse a couple of minute ago." Lupin stated.
"Put him down here." She ushered them over to the bed closest to her desk. They carefully lay him down and looked around. It was chaos in the Infirmary after the thunderstorm, most of the people were in there because they hadn't seen a bludger coming in their direction and got hit.
As soon as Harry was on the bed everyone watched as Harry unconsciously let out a sigh to be on something so soft. Beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead and drip down the side of his face and they noticed that he was shivering. He was starting to take sharp croaky breaths, which were getting worse.
Hermione stepped forward and put the back of her hand onto Harry's forehead and pulled back quickly. "He's burning up."
Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry and bit her lip in concern. Harry was now breathing fast and hard as though he was finding it a struggle to breath. Madame Pomfrey rushed over to him and adjusted the pillows behind his head putting him into a position that was easier for him to breath.
Harry's sharp breaths became slower until his breathing was laboured but not as intense. The warden conjured a wet cloth and dabbed at Harry's head. "Severus, could you please conjure a diagnostic spell on the boy?" she asked.
Snape grunted and stepped forward and waved his wand. A piece of paper floated into the air and started writing on its self.
"Mm, yes, he has got a fever, but I don't think it has anything to do with his fall. He must have already felt terrible before he played this afternoon. As for his leg it is broken and has a gash down the side and his neck is fine except for some shock, which means that it will be stiff for a while and will repair." She sighed, "I am afraid that until he is fully awake I cannot give him any potions. I will bandage his leg up until then though. But, as for his breathing, he has suffered a puncture in his lung which is putting pressure on himself and that is why it is so hard for his to breath. Keep an eye on him and I will go and get some bandages." And she left to get her bandages.
Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed and was staring at Harry. Why did this always happen to him? It is unfair!
"He looks a little peaky." Ron surmised.
"Of course, Ronald! He was just struck by lightning and fell. How would you feel?" Hermione snapped.
"Keep your voices down," Lupin said, "He's waking up."
Everyone looked back down at him and watched as his green eyes slowly opened to look at the people above him. He couldn't focus properly so the figures of people were blurry to him, but he knew who they were. Why is it so hard to breathe, he thought.
As he was coming into a state of consciousness he could feel the full extent of his injuries. His right leg felt like it was about to fall off and his left leg... there was nothing. He wasn't able to feel his left leg at all. He waved this away though, thinking that it was because he slept on it or something.
He took a deep breath and tried to speak, "Lu-"it was just a whisper coming out, not even he could understand what he was saying. He tried to clear his throat by coughing, he lazily brought his hand up to his mouth and he coughed which set of a chain wave of coughing and when he surfaced he looked at his hand, which was covered in red, sticky blood.
As shocked as he was at the sight, he didn't want anyone else to see what was happening to him. He quickly closed his hand into a fist and shoved it under the covers wiping it on his seeker shirt.
"Are you ok Harry?" Lupin asked offering him a glass of water, which Harry tried to take. "No, no, let me." He said as he held the cup for Harry the drink from.
Madame Pomfrey rushed back into the room with the bandages for Harry's leg. "Oh, Harry! Your awake! You have given everyone quiet a scare. But, I daresay there could be more to come if you don't heal properly. "She turned to Snape, "Severus, now that Harry is awake and able to take his potions could you please find me the appropriate ones and bring them here?"
Snape gave a sharp nod and left the room in a huff. Harry had always wondered what Snapes problem with him was. But, at the moment he was too tired to care.
"Ok, let's get these sheets back so that I can take care of your leg." She muttered as she pulled back the covers. "Oh, Harry, you poor pet." She exclaimed looking at his leg, which was going a nasty purple colour.
Harry could see everyone else, Ron, Hermione, Lupin and McGonagall gasp at the sight.
Madame Pomfrey slowly lifted his leg up and started bandaging it from the top downwards; casting spells on his leg as she went, mending the bones that were broken. As she was moving down his leg the pain was becoming harder and harder to bare, several times Harry jerked his leg back from her touch to send more shockwaves of pain searing up his body. After fifteen minutes Harry was clean and in his pyjamas ready for a night of surveillance in the Hospital Wing. To put on his pyjamas Harry had to stand up which was tiering, even with help from everyone that was there. As soon as they were done Harry slumped back onto his pillow in relief. The quick movement made Harry cough again, he held his hand up and coughed five times and pulled back, noticing more blood. He clasped his hand closed and wiped it on his pyjama shirt under the covers so that no one could see him.
Remus had walked over to Harry and sat down on the side of the bed next to him and took Harry's clenched fist in his hand and went to hold it. Remus looked down at Harry's hand and noticed that there was blood all over it.
"Harry, where is this blood from?" he asked, lifting up the sheets to see if his leg was bleeding again and he noticed the stain on Harry's shirt where he had wiped his hand earlier. "Are you bleeding somewhere else?" he said sternly, "You have to tell us."
Harry knew that he was enough trouble with a broken leg let alone if he was coughing up blood so he decided that he wouldn't tell them anything. They didn't need to have anything else to worry about.
"Harry?" Remus was pressing.
"Oh, that? Madame Pomfrey must have forgotten to clean that hand when she was sponging me down. I didn't realise myself." He felt terrible for lying but he knew it was for the best.
Remus suddenly looked relieved. "Oh, well if that's all. But, it seems very unlikely that Madame Pomfrey would forget to do something like that."
Harry looked at him and said "Well, I guess she did."
At this Snape walked into the room carrying a handful of potions and was scowling. "Drink up Potter." Snape said handing the potions to Harry to drink. As soon as Harry had drunk the last potion which was a green colour his eyes started to droop.
Lupin turned to Ron and Hermione and whispered, "I'll stay with Harry tonight and you can come back in the morning and see him. Get some sleep both of you."
Lupin sat for about twenty minutes until sleep over came him and he fell asleep on the bed next to Harry.
Harry opened his eyes, it was dark in the Hospital Wing and there was the hushed sounds of snoring coming from the other beds in the room that were occupied by other students.
'Oh no,' he thought 'I have to cough again.' He left out a quick splutter which triggered a whole round of coughing. He turned over so that he was face down into his pillow and started coughing into his pillow. It was loud and he was waking everyone in the room with the sounds that he was making.
Remus woke up to the sounds of coughing...'Harry' he thought. He sat up and started to rub the poor boys back. When Harry had finally stopped Remus pulled Harry up to roll him over and was shocked with what he saw. Harry's pillow was covered in blood and it was dribbling down the side of his face.
"Madame Pomfrey!" Remus screamed.
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