Thoughts

Chapter 5: Cedric

Harry Lillian Potter opened his eyes when he heard Sam's soft regular breathing indicating that he was asleep. Okay, the coast was clear. Time to move. Harry carefully inched off near the edge of the bed carefully distributing his weight (as if it even mattered, now that he was back to being a bloody small kid) so as not to disturb Snuffles the big scary but relatively harmless dog.

Yup, almost there. Harry carefully put his feet down the floor, and almost yelped in surprise by the coldness of the floor. Fortunately, he was still mute and unable to utter any sound thanks to Miranda. It was weird that the Snape in this world was married.

Now that Harry's thoughts shifted to Snape, he was kind of mortified that he had broken down like a little baby in front of Snape. He had to remember that this was a different dimension, and consequently has a different Snape as evidenced by his married status. And Snaped look happy in this world. He finally got what he deserved, a family of his own. Wait a minute, how did I know that. Never mind , there are more important matters.

Harry found a pair of slippers by the side of the bed and put it on. He inched off again near the door, careful in his steps so as not to awaken his brother. Keeping one eye on his brother, he grabbed the handle of the door, and slowly turned the doorknob. He winced at the slight clicking sound the turning made, but was relieved that Sam was still sound asleep.

Harry stepped out of the hospital room and quickly dashed off. He remembered that the children's section was annoyingly in the third floor of St. Mungos, and it was still a long way to the exit. Shit, someone was approaching. It was a person clad in disgusting white, it probably was some kind of healer. Need to hide. Quick.

Harry quickly run to the nearest room, and entered it. He waited and kept his ears on the door waiting for the St. Mungos person to pass.

"Hello! Who are you?" A teenager's voice curiously asked.

Harry turned around and was accosted with the sight of an alive Cedric Diggory lying on a hospital bed. Harry stared at the alive and breathing Hufflepuff. Oh. Cedric's alive.

Cedric's Alive!! Yes! This alternate universe was definitely awesome. Then Harry heard another set of footsteps approaching the room and a turning of the doorknob. Harry put his index finger in front of his lips, silently pleading Cedric to stay quiet, then he run towards the bed and went under the bed.

A mediwizard entered the room. "Good evening, Cedric. How are you this evening?"

Harry under the bed was waiting impatiently for the man to leave the room so he could get away. When the man was done asking and checking on Cedric (apparently Cedric caught dragon pox and was currently going to need to stay inside St. Mungos for the rest of the summer), Harry when out underneath the bed, and gave Cedric a grateful smile. When he was going to exit the room, a set of hands grabbed his elbow.

"Judging by your attire, I would say that you're also a patient of St. Mungos. So what are you doing out of bed at this time of night?" Cedric sternly asked the little red-headed boy that suddenly appeared in his room.

Harry irritatedly tried to pry the hands of his elbow, so he could escape the annoying whiteness and annoying, in general, St. Mungos of a hospital. He hated hospitals in any form.

Cedric noticed the absence of a reply and quickly noted that the little boy had some problems with his voice, if the bandages around his neck were an indication. "Okay, okay calm down. I'm not trying to hurt you, and didn't I just save you from being discovered?"

Cedric then lifted the little red-headed boy on his bed, and looked at him sternly.

Yes, yes, Harry was grateful that Cedric was alive, but Cedric had no right to prevent him from escaping. According to Harry, since Cedric was still alive and well and apparently on the mend from his bout of dragonpox, Harry had no obligation to stay and assuage his guilt from Cedric's death from his original universe. In this universe, they were practically strangers from each other and Cedric was fine. The older boy had no business with Harry now.

Harry was annoyed that he was bloody lifted like a toddler. Again. Harry was now really annoyed at his current state. Stupid bloody midget body. Harry glared at Cedric and tried again to unsuccessfully pry the hands preventing him from his escape. If only he still retained his tall manly grown-up body, this alternate universe would be bloody perfect.

Cedric kept his right hand on the small kid, and rummaged on the drawer beside his bed with his left hand. He took out a muggle notebook and pencil, and gave it to Harry. Harry rudely snatched the notebook, and wrote: "Let go! I'm going back to my room."

"Sure kid, that's why you were hiding from the mediwizard." Cedric sarcastically said.

Harry wrote again. "It's none of your business anyway."

" Look, kid." Cedric kindly tried to explained in a patient voice. "I don't know what you're sickness is, but I think you should stay and get better first. And when the hospital releases you properly, then you can go, okay?"

Harry was about to write when the door to the room opened again, revealing a person none other than a worried and angry Sam, his brother. Shit. Harry thought aptly. Harry then hid behind the older boy beside him.

"Hello Cedric," Sam carefully calmed down and said. "Thanks for looking after my naughty soon-to-be-repentful little brother."

Cedric grinned and replied with, "I should've known with the red hair and this kid kind of reminded me of you when looking at him, Sam. You two kind of have some of the same features."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, we share some of the same features as our mom. Anyways, thanks for looking out for Harry"

Sam then promptly lifted Harry behind Cedric and carried him out of the room. Before he went out of the room with his little brother, Cedric grabbed his wand and made a swish towards the muggle notebook and pencil. The little muggle notebook and pencil banished in front of Cedric and now appeared on the neck of Harry. The muggle writing aids were now looped around Harry's neck for his convenience. Sam gave a grin to Cedric, nodded and thanked his classmate and housemate for his consideration and left the room.

"You are in so much trouble Harry, when mom and dad found out what you did. You know you shouldn't be walking on your feet let alone running around the halls of this hospital. You almost gave me a heart attack when I discovered no little brother on the bed where he's supposed to be resting."

"I won't tell mom and dad about this, if you promise to stay in bed and rest like a good little brother." Sam stated.

Harry then gave a fairly believable nod if it wasn't for the constant looking around of a quick way to escape. Sam carrying his little brother opened Harry's room and deposited him on the hospital bed.

"Fine Harry have it your way." Sam took out his wand out of his robes, and gave a wave. A brief light surrounded the bed and room for a few seconds and disappeared. "There now, you can't leave this room, you're stuck here until mom and dad come back for us."

Harry felt proximity wards that indicate when someone leaves the room. He also felt some kind of parent wards around the room. Great. This will make it harder for him to escape. Harry sulked and unknowingly adorably pouted.

Sam chuckled and tucked Harry to bed again. He then transformed the chair beside the bed into another bed to have a comfortable sleep.

Harry was becoming frustrated. He didn't have his wand. So how was he supposed to do counter his brother Sam without it. If only his mom, didn't confiscate his wand. Apparently, his mom with her superior motherly and healer attitude, said that Harry wasn't supposed to do any magic when healing. So when they rescued him, his mom thought it fit to keep his wand after taking care of his immediate injuries while still unconscious.

Harry clutched the fur of Snuffles when the room's lights were consequently turned off of by Sam. Great. Just great. Well, Harry supposed that he should take care of leaving the hospital after having a little rest. He was a little winded with his running around the halls of the hospital. Harry then took his blanket, went under the bed and rested his eyes for a minute. He was soon asleep, never noticing that the Snuffles woke for awhile to follow his ward under the bed and curled around his little master. Sam didn't notice anything wrong and also fell asleep again as all the spells he cast indicated that his little brother was still safely in the room.

The next morning the Potter parents and twins entered the room, and saw the there was no Harry on and under the bed.

End of chapter 5.