Here is chapter 8! Enjoy.

In the distance he could hear voices. He moved closer and closer to them through the thick bushes that were all around him. He looked all around him to work out where he was, but all he could see was green foliage and tall trees. Pushing on, the voices got louder and he soon emerged out into a clearing. It was the size of a Quidditch pitch. In the centre was a most peculiar sight. There was a large spider and a large wand having a fight.

"You will take me on and be glad for it," cried the spider.

"You come in here and expect me to gladly accept you? You are deeply mistaken sir."

He moved closer and put his foot down on a large stick, causing it to snap. The noise caught the attention of the bickering figures as they drew their faces round to look at him.

"He's mine!" they both cried at the same time.

As they did so, they both rush forward and collided into him.

Harry woke with a start. His glasses, where were his glasses? He shifted his body onto his left side and reached out a hand for the bedside table, searching for his glasses.

"Are these what you're looking for?" a voice asked.

A hand stretched forward presenting Harry's glasses to him. He cautiously took them and placed them on his head. (It must be pointed out here that not all the powers were transferred - you can't have Harry Potter without his trademark glasses). As his vision began to clear, Madame Pomfrey's face came into view.

"Good to see you are awake Mr Potter, you gave us quite a scare," she said.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Yourself and Mr Parker had an accident with your little duel."

"How long have I been here?"

"You have been out for three days," Madame Pomfrey replied to Harry's shock. "You need to get some rest; I will let Professor Dumbledore know you are awake."

"How is Peter?"

"He is fine. He was discharged two days ago."

Harry lay back into his pillow, bewildered and confused at what had occurred between himself and Peter. How was Peter already better, yet he lay in his hospital bed still?

Suddenly the hospital wing doors flew open and Hermione rushed in. She ran over to Harry's bed, ignoring Madame Pomfrey's attempts at stopping her. She flung her arms around Harry, winding him slightly.

"Oh Harry, I thought you were going to die," she cried. "I was really worried about you. I am so sorry about the duel, we should have stopped you."

"Hermione, stop worrying, I am going to be fine. I just feel a little strange and tired. I'm sure I'll get over it soon. "

Hermione relaxed her grip, but continued to hug him, reassured by his comments.

"Miss Granger, I must ask you leave Mr Potter alone. He has been through a lot and needs his rest," ordered Madame Pomfrey as she bustled over to give Harry some medicine.

"I'll see you later," Hermione said reluctantly, giving a quick peck on the cheek. "I hope you get better quickly."

With that, she stood up, turned and headed for the hospital door. Just as she reached out her hand to open it, the door swung open to reveal Professor Dumbledore standing behind it.

"Miss Granger," he said in greeting as he passed through the door. He walked over to Harry, leaving Hermione to walk out and shut the doors behind her.

"Harry it is good to see you awake my dear boy, how are you feeling?"

"A little queer, not quite sure what my body is doing, but apart from that, I feel much better."

"Yes, good. When you are discharged you and I need to have a chat about the events that occurred in the room of requirement. It seems there was a problem with the spell that you cast."

"Of course Professor, How long am I going to be in here for?"

"We will keep you in here for another night and assess the situation in the morning."

"What do you think went wrong Professor?" Harry inquired.

"We will discuss the details later Mr Potter, I must leave you to get some rest, or Madame Pomfrey will have my guts for garters. Till the next time Harry.

With that, Dumbledore walked away from his bed and out of the hospital wing, leaving Harry to lie back in his bed and ponder what the headmaster had said. What had happened to him? Why does he fell so strange? And why had Peter gotten over it faster than he had?