"And I suppose you aren't up either, Mr. Potter? My gosh, I do hope you children begin to rouse yourselves soon. It must have been some fight that has you all sleeping so long. Poor Ginny Weasly is so lonely with none of you awake. She hasn't said anything to me, not in so may words but she's been up since this morning and she doesn't seem to have anything to do except sit and stare at the closest walls blankly. Some of the doctors are suggesting that they'll just shake you till you wake if you aren't up by this evening. " The nurse chattered half-heartedly to a sleeping Harry. She, herself, was beginning to become rather restless. She had worked so hard to get a position caring for these special children and all they ever did was sleep. She removed Harry's untouched breakfast and replaced it with lunch.
"I mean, one would think that at least a few of you little ones would be awake by the time your bones had healed. It must have been hard on you kiddies. I hear that they couldn't find any Death Eaters. I wonder if they all died or disappeared. I wish there was some awake enough to tell me but no one is, of course"
"We don't know where they went. I think since they were so inter-tangled with Voldemort's magic, when he died, they died as well." Harry answered her not-quite-asked question with his eyes still closed, "and I am awake. Where's Ginny. You said she was up too." Harry barely moved his mouth as he spoke and his eyes stayed closed. Even with such a speech barrier, a tang of annoyance was audible in his voice.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I believe Ginny's in the cafeteria. I think all the survivors are going to have a meeting there after dinner tonight." The nurse replied, a tad anxious, Harry's bad mood would not reflect well on her if he talked to her superiors. She hadn't really intended her rambling to be heard by any of these child-heroes.
Harry opened his eyes and the nurse jumped back in surprise, as he did so very quickly and without warning. He sat up stiffly, and proceeded to stand. The nurse seemed scared and hurried off very quickly muttering under her breath. Harry followed her, hoping to find the cafeteria. When she had strayed too far from any smells of food, Harry followed anyone who seemed pink with hunger. Eventually, the smells of thinned tomato sauce and overcooked pasta became unbearable, and he knew he was at the dining hall.