Chapter two:
Strips of lights passed by as he viewed the world through his eyelashes. One, two, three he counted until he began to wonder where he was. He tried to listen but nothing made sense, as if the world were made to speak some foreign language he wasn't told about. So he turned to his nose but that was not much better just picking up a clean and sterile smell he didn't recognise. Next he turned to his touch and found he couldn't bring himself to move as if some dead weight was weighing him down. So instead he tried his eyes. He lifted his heavy eye lids open further and was instantly emerged into a blurry, colour blending scene which he couldn't distinguish. Where could he possibly be, not one of his senses could bring back the memory he needed in order to remember what had happened. A cry closer to him made his thinking come to a stop "hr's arke ,Ron, Hr's arke, Harry afe yhu ohk?" In all of the gumbled words Harry heard the word Ron now that was something he remembered, Ron his friend, his best friend, he was here maybe he could help me he thought and Hermione, he'd recognise that voice anywhere. He slowly turned his head to face her but with all the effort it took him he passed out.
He woke to the sound of voices days later. He ached from head to toe but still nothing came back to him. He began to assess his limbs and found they were still to heavy to lift and his head was pounding. Someone opened the curtains and a blindingly bright light burnt the inside of his eye lids. "Close the curtains it's burning my eyes" Croaked Harry in a quite whisper. Two pairs of eyes looked at him in surprise. "Harry your awake, are you ok?" Squeaked Hermione as she ran towards him to occupy the empty seat beside his bed. The room was quite long and ocuppied ten simular beds five on each side of the room pushed right up against the walls. The walls were painted in a soft blue that blended into the light blue tiled floor. The light poured in, casting a rectangular shaped mark on the floor with a few lines made by the tree just outside. "Oh sorry mate i just thought it might be good to give you a little bit of light, you know, its what mum would of done" explained Ron closing the curtain and vacating the seat on Harrys left side. Harry occupied the bed closest to the window but furthest from the door so things were made more private. "Oh i almost forgot Ron your mum wanted us to tell her right away when he woke up, her and Ginnys been going beside her self all week I'll just go get them they'll be so pleased." She walked out the room leaving Harry and Ron in silence. Harry brought his gaze to the bed closest to the door with it's curtains drawn hiding the occupant of the bed. "You gave us a right scare there mate, what happened?" Asked Ron staring at Harry quizzingly. "To be honest mate I was gonna ask you the same thing I cant remember a thing." Replied Harry with a croak turning his eyes to stare at the door willing the silence to last a little longer before Hermione returned and the fussing started. "What nothing, nothing at all?" Harry shook his head drawing his eyes finally to look at Ron. "That's out of order mate after everything that happened." Reaching over to the bed side table Ron grabbed a bertie botts every beans and popped it into his mouth. "So what did happen?" Asked Harry Ron after flinching from the awful taste, opened his mouth and was about to explain when there was a crash from the other end of the room and a blur of red flew straight onto his chest. A pain shot straight through him causing him to cry out in constant pain. "Oh My God Harry I am so sorry healer, healer" Ginny screamed trying to get the nearest Healer she could find to help the man she loved. "Whats the matter?" spoke a small woman healer bursting into the room and spotting the huddle of people around the source of the screams. "It's Harry I think I hurt him!" The healer reached inside her bag and pulled out a clear bottle containing a purple liquid "Mr Potter, you need to stop shouting and open your mouth dear and i'll make it all better." Soothed the Healer but Harry curled up in a ball trying to contain the pain wasn't listening and carried on making noises of pain. "Right you must assist me in giving Mr Potter his potion," she addressed everyone else in the room. "Right you Miss gently restrain his legs, you two, his arms and you my dear keep his mouth open." As they all got to their given jobs, Mrs Weasley supporting his struggling legs and Hermione and Ron his arms, the healer moved into position with the bottle in hand. "Everyone ready?" After everyone gave the ok, Ginny with tears trecking down her face, prised open Harry's mouth long enough for the healer to pour some of the potion into his mouth. Silence filled the room as all the other occupants filled their lungs in relief as Harry once again lay in piece. Seconds later however a piercing scream filled the room as Harry rose into the air like a dummy as the others watched in fear and violently fell back onto the bed and started to squirm around like he was put under the cutiartus curse. "What's going on, what's wrong with him?" Screamed Ginny, Hermione and Mrs Weasley. The healer just looked on in shock with no idea what was goin on. "Perhaps I can help" Said a quiet snide voice dressed all in black only just audible over Harrys screams of pain. "Snape, we... your supposed to be dead."
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