Our Story

by ShikiXVI

Time is eternal and unchanging. Memories are fleeting, but a part of everyone we meet remains with us. Some say love can conquer anything, others beg to differ. They met as strangers, but made an unlikely bond. His unwavering ambition met her steadfast resolve. What then, lies at the end of immortality? Written in snippets, a series of interconnected scenes. Fem!Harry AUish

30. The Infirmary

Chapter 30: The Infirmary

She awoke to soft, afternoon light shining through the windows and an awful headache. It was not the dorm, and she was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. At the new surroundings, she tried to sit up abruptly only for the pain in her head to intensify.

"Oh dear, you mustn't sit up yet. You suffered a terrible concussion." It was a seventh year in a nurse's outfit. She quickly handed Harry a calming draught and gently pushed Harry back down onto the bed.

"Where am I?" Harry moaned groggily. Rapidly blinking her eyes as she tried to make sense of things in her pounding head.

"The infirmary I'm afraid." The girl replied gravely. "It was such a miracle that you were saved before you fell. I'm Poppy Pomfrey, apprentice healer. Madam Altha assigned you to me once she made sure you were going to recover. Would you like to see your friends? I had the wait outside during checkup. I believe they have been waiting for the past ten minutes since you were carried in. Quite extravagantly too might I add." Poppy smiled as a glazed look covered her eyes.

Harry gave her a confused look, but informed her that she would like to meet her friends. The seventh year nodded and moved to open the door, from which Isabella, Cecil, and another first year Gryffindor rushed in.

"Oh thank Merlin you're alive." Isabella shrieked as she glomped onto Harry. Harry smiled weakly as Poppy dragged Isabella's form off her.

"Quiet, she is recovering." Poppy admonished.

"It's good that nothing happened." Cecil murmured.

"I have a huge headache though." Harry grinned sheepishly. "What happened?"

"It was a stray bludger. I swear, those Hufflepuffs are so clumsy at times." Isabella growled as she recalled the incident. "Well, at least you were saved before you hit the ground. He was the one who saved you."

She motioned to the newcomer.

The Gryffindor gave her a friendly smile. "Henry Everhart, pleasure to make your acquaintance." He introduced himself cordially, giving a light kiss to Harry's hand. Harry blushed lightly.

"Thank you for saving me."