A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 29: August, 25
"How did you actually find me?" Harry questioned Quentin. Since the sudden visit of his relatives yesterday she was the only one he had seen, but he didn't tell her about the blood he had coughed up. He didn't want to worry her any more than he had to.
Quentin shrugged, placing a bowl of hit broth on his bedside table. "We found your friends. They told us where they saw you next. Daddy nearly killed that one boy when he admitted that he beat you up. But once we found the place it was kinda easy really. I mean, in your state you couldn't have gone very far."
"But I'll still be able to go on the Hogwarts Express?" Harry asked anxiously, starting to eat.
Quentin eyed him. "Maybe," she said. "Maybe not. If Madam Pomfrey thinks you're healthy enough - which she probably won't. If she doesn't then you're gonna have to go with Daddy when he goes. However, that way you have a whole day to get used to the surroundings, something the other students in your year group won't have. Which also means you have no excuse for being late."
"Who is this Madam- Pomfrey you called her?"
"Yeah, Madam Pomfrey. She's the healer at Hogwarts, something like a school nurse in the muggle world I think."
"How did she heal my nose so fast and good?" Harry continued to ask, touching his nose as if it was a precious porcelain tea set which could break any minute. It was as if it had fallen off and grown new.
"Potion. Daddy makes potions the whole time for her."
Harry sighed. "So many new things. I wonder how I'll cope at Hogwarts."
"You won't be the only one," Quentin promisd. "Muggle borns don't know anything, and at least you know something."
Harry smiled. "Yes, you're right."
"So, any idea in which house you'll be?" Quentin asked, sitting down on his bed.
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. I don't think I'm smart enough for Ravenclaw, too much of a coward for Gryffindor, and not evil enough for Slytherin."
Quentin exploded in laughter. "You'll never be a Hufflepuff!" she exclaimed. "Forget that idea immediately." She looked thoroughly at him. "I say you're gonna be in Gryffindor."
"You really think so?" Harry asked amazed.
Quetin nodded. "After the many times you ran away the hat's gonna have to place you there!"
"Hat?!"
"Yeah," Quentin said hastily, cursing herself for chattering too much once again. "The hat. It makes you do... a quiz! Yes, a quiz. And from the answers you give him he decides... what your personality type is. And after that you're finally sorted. But don't think too much of it now. You'll see it for real soon enough."
Harry shrugged, placing the bowl back on the bedside table. "But why Gryffindor?"
She smirked as she stod up to bring it back downstairs.
"Gryffindors are known for their bravery and stupidity."