4: Old Age
'No!' said Harry.
'He hates hospitals, and he's been having these dizzy spells for over a year,' begged Ginny.
'It's different this time,' the Healer said.
'Why?' Ginny demanded.
Harry sat in his favourite armchair, fighting for breath. The Healer remained worryingly silent.
'He's dying, isn't he?' Ginny was astonished at her calmness.
'How long have I got?' Harry whispered.
'A few days, perhaps weeks if you rest, I'm sorry.'
'Don't be,' Harry said. 'I'm not going to hospital! I'm one-hundred-and-one. I'd rather fly for a day than be grounded for a week. I'll find Luna's old pick-me-up potion recipe.'