Appendectomy
Part 1
When Harry gets sick, Ron and Hermione take him to the Hospital Wing. Harry is diagnosed with Appendicitis. Lily rushes him to St. Mungo's, where he has emergency surgery.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked Ron as he sat down across the table from her. He had just walked into the Great Hall for breakfast without Harry.
"I don't know, Hermione. He hadn't come out of the bathroom when I finished getting dressed. I asked him if he was okay. He said he was fine. He told me I should go on to breakfast without him," Ron explained, loading his plate with eggs and sausage. Hermione shook her head, turning her attention to her Charms book as she ate a piece of toast with strawberry jam.
Neville entered the Great Hall, walking to the Gryffindor table. He sat down next to Hermione.
"Hey Ron, is Harry okay?" he asked, concerned about their best friend.
"I think so, Neville. Why?"
"He looks pale."
Hermione sighed. "He's always pale, Neville. With no Quidditch, he'll probably be pale all year."
Harry tanned a little during the Quidditch months of school, especially during the warmer weather.
"Only when he's white as a sheet should we be worried," Hermione added.
Ron looked towards the doors, seeing his best friend enter the Great Hall. "Shut it, guys. Here he comes."
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked when Harry sat down next to Ron.
"I'm not telling, Hermione," Harry answered. He caught a glimpse of the eggs on Ron's plate. Immediately, he closed his eyes, trying to keep from gagging.
"Well, dig in," Hermione said, "Class will begin soon."
Harry shook his head. "I'm not hungry."
Hermione huffed. She didn't even warn Harry his mother was approaching them.
Harry closed his eyes as nausea continued to build. He could sense someone beside him, fixing a plate.
Then a female voice whispered in his ear. "Eat that. I don't want to hear any arguments, young man."
Harry opened his eyes to see a stern expression on his mother's face.
"Yes, Mum," Harry muttered. Lily left the Great Hall after straightening Harry's hair.
Plain toast and a banana were on the plate in front of him. He peeled the banana, munching on it. He knew if he didn't eat anything, Lily would know.
Harry didn't want that. He hated her lectures.
Ron helped himself to a second helping of eggs and busted the yoke.
Harry watched the yellow gooey stuff pour out of the eggs. He felt something rise in his throat.
"Excuse me," he muttered. He quickly stood up and ran out of the Great Hall.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
"Wonder was that was about," Hermione pondered.
"Maybe he realized he forgot something in the dorm," Ron replied.
"Maybe," Hermione repeated.
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Harry slammed into the nearest boy's restroom, barely making it before he retched into the toilet. He leaned against the stone wall, clutching his stomach when he finished throwing up.
"Why didn't I tell Mum I was sick?" Harry pondered out loud. He knew why. Because they were in the Great Hall, and he didn't want to display the babyish way he could be when he was sick.
"Are you okay?"
Harry jumped at the voice. He turned to find Nearly Headless Nick floating above the stall door.
"I'm fine, Nick," Harry told the ghost.
"You don't look fine. Should I get Lily?"
"No," Harry almost shouted. "I'll go myself."
He straightened up slowly, relieved to find the pain and the nausea was gone, at least for now. He heard the first bell ringing. He left the bathroom after rinsing out his mouth.
Harry headed to the Charm classroom when he heard Ron shout, "Harry, wait up."
He stopped to wait for Hermione and Ron to catch him. Ron handed him his rucksack. He had left it in his haste to get to the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, concern evident in her voice.
"I'm okay," Harry assured, trying to sound convincing.
The three friends entered the classroom, sitting down in their usual seats.
Professor Flitwick entered the classroom not much later. After quickly taking the roll and collecting the essay on disarming charms he had assigned in the previous class, he started his lecture on the banishing charm.
Harry sat silently in between Ron and Hermione, taking notes. He tried to pay attention to what the goblin-sized teacher was saying.
In the middle of the lecture, the pain in his stomach returned, this time much worse.
Harry laid his head down, quietly sneaking his arms into his robes. He wrapped his arms around his stomach tightly. His elbow pressed against his right side, causing a burst of pain. He held back a moan of pain, trying to bring attention to himself.
"Harry, are you sick?" Hermione whispered.
"Something's wrong, Hermione."
Hermione raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Professor Flitwick asked.
"I think Harry's sick," she informed the professor.
"Can you escort Mr. Potter to the hospital wing?"
Hermione nodded. While the class was practicing the banishing charm, Hermione helped Harry out of the classroom without being noticed. Professor Flitwick banished their things to Gryffindor Tower and their respective dorms.
"Were you sick this morning?"
"You're going to hex me, but yes."
Hermione grumbled about how stupid it was to go to class feeling sick. Harry was about to retort and remind his bushy-headed friend that she had a cold in their second year and still went to class when the pain in Harry's stomach increased tenfold.
"Ow," Harry moaned. He bent over, holding his stomach. Hermione looked around, thankful the corridor was empty.
"Stay here," Hermione directed. She ran back to the Charms classroom and flew open the door, unnoticed by Professor Flitwick. He was assisting Lavender and Parvati with the banishing charm.
Hermione headed straight for Ron. The redhead stood up as Hermione approached, worried when he didn't see Harry behind him.
"I need help!" Hermione exclaimed. "Something's wrong, Ron."
Without another word, Ron ran out of the classroom behind Hermione.
He found Harry in the same position Hermione had left him in, curled up in a ball on the floor, clutching his stomach.
"What do we do?" Ron asked.
"Stay with Harry. I'm going to get help." With that, Hermione took off at a run towards the hospital wing.
Luck was on her side as she turned the corner. Professor McGonagall was heading her way.
"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione called.
The Transfiguration professor saw the bushy-headed fourth-year run towards her. Before she could say anything, Hermione panted, "Something's wrong with Harry!"
"Where is he," Professor McGonagall demanded.
"Follow me." Hermione led her head of house back to the Charms corridor where she had left Harry and Ron.
Harry had laid down on the floor, still holding his stomach. Ron looked relieved when he saw Professor McGonagall.
"Oh, dear," Professor McGonagall deadpanned. "What's wrong, Potter?"
"My stomach really hurts," Harry groaned.
With a wave of her wand, a stretcher appeared. "Let's get Harry to the hospital wing."
Ron helped Harry lie down on it. Professor McGonagall levitated it in front of her.
"You may come with me if you wish," she told the two teens.
Hermione and Ron took a side of the stretcher. Together they walked to the hospital wing with Harry floating between them.
Ron reached his hand over and held on to Harry's shoulder while Hermione reached for his head.
She was surprised to see how shaky it was as he reached for her hand. Ron gently tightened his grip as Hermione gently squeezed his hand. Both were silently telling Harry they were there.
Professor McGonagall observed this silently. She smiled as she awarded Gryffindor twenty points for a display of friendship in a time of need.
Finally, they reached the hospital wing and settled Harry in the exam area while Hermione and Ron waited outside.
They watched the cat Patronus leave the hospital wing a minute later. Then a frantic redheaded woman they knew as their best friend's mother entered the hospital wing.
They both sat back to wait for any news.
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Lily was leaving Snape's Potions storeroom with a bag of potions the hospital wing needed. She was headed back to the hospital wing when she recognized Minerva's Patronus. She stopped when it stopped in front of her.
"Lily, you're needed in the hospital wing immediately. It's Harry."
Without further ado, Lily took off at a run to the hospital wing. She ran possible issues or illnesses in her head. Nothing could prepare her for what she was about to find out.
She burst through the double doors to the hospital wing, drawing attention from Madam Pomfrey.
"Where is he?" She asked.
"The exam room," Madam Pomfrey answered.
"Hermione came to find me about ten minutes ago, telling me something was wrong with Harry. They were on their way here when Hermione said he doubled over in pain," Minerva explained.
"He's running a fever and says his stomach hurts. I haven't examined him yet," Madam Pomfrey informed the concerned mother.
"Thank you," she murmured. "I'll go see what's going on." Lily headed over to the curtained-off exam area of the hospital wing.
She found Harry, his school robes removed, sitting on the exam table. He was hunched over and holding his stomach. Harry had looked up when he heard her come through the curtain.
"Mama."
Harry only called her Mama when he was sick or if something was seriously wrong.
"Madam Pomfrey said your stomach hurts?"
Harry nodded. She pressed a gentle hand to his forehead.
"You're burning up!" she exclaimed. She watched as her son winced in pain.
"It hurts, Mum." Harry leaned against Lily's shoulder.
"Lie down, Sweetheart. I'll see what's going on," Lily gently directed.
Harry slowly laid down on the exam table. Once he was lying down, Lily pulled up Harry's jumper and shirt.
"Where does it hurt?" Lily asked.
"Right here," Harry pointed to his side.
"Okay, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll have to press on your side."
Lily gently pressed her fingertips into her son's side. When she released the pressure, Harry moaned in pain.
"That hurt."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
Lily scanned through the human body in her head. Then she thought of Harry's symptoms. There was only one thing it could be.
"There's a chance it could be your appendix," Lily explained.
"My what?"
"Your Appendix. It's a tube-shaped sac attached to an opening into the lower end of the large intestine," Lily explained. "For unknown and unclear reasons, the appendix often becomes inflamed and infected, and it could rupture. It causes severe pain in the right lower part of the belly. Along with nausea and vomiting. Symptoms of which you seem to be experiencing."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked, afraid of her answer.
"We'll go to St. Mungo's and get you checked out. If it is your appendix, you'll have surgery to remove it."
Harry nodded. He grabbed his mother's hand tightly. "You'll stay with me, won't you?"
Lily felt her heartbreak at the sight of her son's scared face.
"Of course, I'll stay with you. I'm going to have Madam Pomfrey contact St. Mungo's. Let them know we're coming. Then I'll send a message to your father, let him know what's going on. Professor McGonagall will tell Hermione and Ron what's going on. You can see them before we floo to St. Mungo's."
Lily covered Harry with a warm blanket. Then she left to talk to Madam Pomfrey, send a note to James, and inform Professor McGonagall. She can tell the two worried teens sitting outside the hospital wing.
When she returned to the exam room, she heard her son moan. She recognized his 'I'm about to be sick' face.
"Mum, I'm gonna be sick," Harry warned. Before he could blink, Lily had a basin in front of him. She made it just in time. When Harry was done vomiting, Lily cleaned him up and helped him off the table and onto a stretcher.
She slowly pushed the stretcher to the floo. Professor McGonagall stood with Ron and Hermione. They were waiting by the fireplace to say goodbye.
"We'll come and see you as soon as you're back to the hospital wing," Ron promised. He patted Harry's shoulder before moving so Hermione could say goodbye.
"You'll be okay, Harry. We'll see you soon." Hermione leaned down and hugged Harry.
"I'll keep you informed on how Harry is doing and when he returns to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall told the teens." She then turned to Harry. "You'll be alright, Potter."
Lily pushed the floating stretcher with her son to the fireplace. Together they flooed to St. Mungo's.
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Harry watched the ceiling tiles move above him as he floated down the halls of St. Mungo's. He looked up at his mother, who was looking straight ahead. When they reached the pediatrics department, she pointed her wand at the double doors, and they opened.
"Hello, Healer Potter. Poppy told us you would be arriving. Follow me," said the welcome witch.
Lily followed the welcome witch to the curtained-off exam area. A few kids had Dragon Pox, while another had cat features and human limbs. Another child was talking backward with a duck's beak.
"Here we are. Change into the gown. Healer Dalton will be right with you".
Lily levitated Harry to the bed and helped him take off his clothes and put on the gown.
"Are you warm? Do you need another blanket?" Lily asked once Harry was changed and settled on the bed.
"I'm fine, Mum."
Healer Dalton came in a few minutes later. He was a short, bald, gray-headed, and fat man. The glasses on his face were ancient, and he was dressed like a Muggle doctor.
"Hello…I'm…." the healer trailed off at the sight of Lily. "Hello, Lily. What brings you here? I thought you worked at Hogwarts during the school year."
"I do," Lily replied. "But I brought in my son."
Healer Dalton nodded and approached the bed. "I read the paperwork that my mediwitch filled out when she was talking to Poppy," the healer told Lily. He turned his attention to Harry.
"Hello Harry, I hear we're having some abdominal pain. When did it start?"
Harry looked at his mother and back to the healer. He was bracing for a Lily lecture.
"Last night before I went to bed," Harry replied. "It wasn't as bad. But it was worse when I woke up this morning."
Healer Dalton made some notes in Harry's file. Then he turned back to the teen.
"I'll need to have a look at your abdomen. Can you lie on your back for me uncurled?" He requested.
With some effort, Harry uncurled himself and turned slowly on his back. He winced at the pain in his side and felt the healer pull up the gown, baring his abdomen.
"I'm going to feel around your belly. See if anything else is going on in there. Tell me if you have any discomfort."
Harry nodded apprehensively. Lily took his hand in hers, giving him a gentle squeeze.
Healer Dalton started his examination. He began pressing on other areas of Harry's abdomen, ending with the side where it hurt.
"I'm going to press on your side now," He warned.
Harry nodded as Lily squeezed his hand. "Just breathe," Lily whispered. "It's going to be okay."
Harry swallowed as he felt the healer's hands on his right side. He winced. When the healer pressed directly on his side, he jerked.
"Sorry about that," Healer Dalton said.
"You did good, Sweetheart," Lily soothed.
"Now, let's do the diagnostic. I'm just going wave my wand over your abdomen. You shouldn't feel a thing."
"Okay," Harry murmured.
Healer Dalton ran his wand over Harry's abdomen, muttering diagnostic spells.
When he finished, Healer Dalton looked at Lily, "The diagnostic is telling me that it's his appendix. I want to have a look before I get in there. I'm going to do an ultrasound before we go any further."
Lily nodded. "Okay."
"I'll be back with the ultrasound machine. In the meantime, we'll give Harry some pain potions to help with the pain."
Lily let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thank you."
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James entered the pediatric ward of St. Mungo's and followed the welcome witch to his son's bed. He had gotten a note from Lily saying she was taking Harry to St. Mungo's and what was going on. He left his office immediately after sending a message to Sirius. He sent James a Patronus back, telling him he would meet them at the hospital.
"Hey."
Lily looked up from the magazine she was flipping through and saw her husband. "Hey yourself."
James approached the bed. He gently stroked the side of Harry's head. His son's green eyes looked up at him.
"Hey, Dad," Harry croaked.
"Hey, son, I hear you're not feeling well." Harry shook his head. James patted Harry's shoulder gently. "What do we do now?" He asked his wife.
"Healer Dalton wants to do an ultrasound. Remember that scan I had when I was pregnant with Harry?" At James's nod, she continued. "They're going to do that scan. He thinks it's Harry's appendix."
James nodded and sat down in the chair next to Lily.
"Sirius is on his way. I sent a message to him. He replied, saying he would meet me here," he informed his wife.
"Okay."
The curtain was pulled, admitting Healer Dalton with a mediwitch behind him.
"We're going to get ready and do the ultrasound now," he told his patient and his parents.
"Okay," Lily got up and sat beside Harry. James stood up.
"James, how are you?" the healer asked.
"I've been well," he answered.
Harry repositioned himself back to lie on his back. The gown was pulled up, exposing Harry's abdomen. Healer Dalton spread the gel on Harry's stomach.
"That feels cold," Harry commented, shivering a little.
"Okay, I'll start the ultrasound. I need you to lay still for me," Healer Dalton explained to Harry.
Harry nodded slowly.
"Comfortable? Sorry, I should have asked before we started."
"I'm fine," Harry assured him.
Gently, Healer Dalton placed his wand on Harry's side and began the ultrasound. Harry tried his best to lay still.
Four sets of eyes were looking at the monitor. The healer scanned Harry's lower abdomen, focusing on his right side.
Healer Dalton steadied his wand over Harry's lower right side. He looked at Lily and then at James.
"See this black blob here?" At James and Lily's nod, he continued. "That is his appendix!"
"When is the surgery?" Lily asked.
Healer Dalton didn't hesitate. "As soon as possible."
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Harry floated on a stretcher, waiting to be taken back to the operating room. He was scared. He didn't know what would happen. Healer Dalton explained the procedure to him and his parents. He was going to make a small incision in Harry's abdomen. Then he would remove the appendix. Basically, the healer was going to cut open his belly. Then he was going to take something out of his body.
What if something went wrong?
After Healer Dalton left, another healer came in. He introduced himself as the healer who would administer the anesthesia. He asked James and Lily questions and allowed them to ask if they had any questions themselves.
At the same time, a mediwitch came in and started the IV in Harry's left arm. After she finished, she asked Harry to move to the floating stretcher. Then Harry was taken down to the operation holding area. They would here wait for him to be taken to surgery.
They were in front of the double doors leading to the operating room.
"This is where we let the parents say bye or see you later. I'll give you a moment," the mediwitch murmured.
After the mediwitch left, James leaned over the bed railing to hug his son. He kissed the side of his head.
"We'll see you later, Harry. We'll be in the recovery room when you wake up."
Harry nodded slowly, looking up at his mother. She kissed his cheek.
"We love you, sweetheart. We'll see you soon."
The mediwitch returned. "Ready?"
Harry took a deep breath. "As I'm going to be," he said.
He felt himself moving as he headed towards Operating Room 8. Once inside, he was levitated to the table in the center of the room. The mediwitch and the healer Harry saw earlier began prepping for the operation.
"I'm going to stick these stickers on you. These will allow us to monitor your heart during the surgery."
Harry nodded as he felt the electrodes placed on his chest and on his side. Then a blood pressure cuff was wrapped around Harry's arm, and a pulse oximeter was on his finger. A healer walked over with the anesthesia mask.
"Harry, I'm going to place this face mask on you. I need you to take some deep breaths for me."
"Okay."
After placing the mask on Harry's face, the healer started the anesthesia. Soon Harry felt himself go numb. Then he knew nothing.
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"Do you think he's okay?" James asked. They had been sitting in the surgery waiting room for over an hour. James was getting restless.
"Healer Dalton is an excellent healer. A lot of my friends said he's a wonderful surgeon. Harry is in good hands. Don't worry," she assured her husband.
The doors leading to the main hallway opened. Sirius walked in, carrying a to-go tray with cups of tea. James called him when Harry when back for surgery and to tell Sirius to come to the pediatric waiting room. He would tell him what was going on when he got there.
"Hello, Potters, how's Prongslet?" he asked, handing James the tray.
"He has appendicitis, which is inflammation of the appendix," Lily explained, along with what the appendix was. "They need to remove it because the appendix could burst and cause infection."
James handed Lily a cup of tea, "He seemed to be doing okay when they took him back for surgery. It's been over an hour, and we don't know anything."
Sirius settled himself in the chair next to James. "How long will he be in the hospital?" he asked.
"He'll be moved to Hogwarts and recover in the hospital wing," Lily answered. "This way, I could be with him more. Neville, Ron, and Hermione could visit. I'll send Minerva a note when we do return to Hogwarts."
They sat in silence for another twenty minutes. Lily found a Witch Weekly and started flipping through it.
James pulled out a stack of cards, offering them to Sirius. He nodded. James began to deal out cards between himself and Sirius. Lily would now and then look at the door leading to the operating rooms for any sign of Healer Dalton or his assistant, Healer Andrews.
She trusted both of them. She knew that Harry was in good hands.
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"What is taking them so long?" Lily pondered, glancing at the door leading to the surgery department. She turned her attention back to the book she was reading.
She heard the creaking of a door opening. She looked up toward the door leading to the operating rooms.
Healer Dalton appeared, looking around the waiting room. Lily stood up. When he saw her, he approached her. James and Sirius were standing beside her when he reached Lily.
"The surgery went well. Harry did great. We got his appendix out. He's in recovery," Healer Dalton informed the three adults.
James, Lily, and Sirius took a collective sigh of relief.
"So, he's okay?" Lily asked, her voice shaking with relief.
"Yes, he's okay. There were no complications. He'll be in recovery for about two hours or so. Then we'll move him into a temporary room until he's stable to be transferred to Hogwarts."
"Okay." Lily looked over at James and Sirius, who looked as relieved as she was.
"When can we see him?" She asked.
"We'll head back there now if you like."
James, Lily, and Sirius all nodded. They followed Healer Dalton into the room where Harry was recovering.
Lily was the first to approach the bed. She reached into her bag and pulled out Harry's glasses case. She set them on the bedside table.
She lovingly ran her fingers through his hair.
"We'll start him on pain potions once he's woken up," the mediwitch informed Lily.
"Okay." She looked down at her sleeping son. James was on the other side, Harry's hand in his.
They sat there in silence, waiting for Harry to wake up.
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Lily hadn't taken her eyes off her son since coming into the recovery area. She sat down next to Harry's bed, watching her son. While waiting for him to wake up, she removed the sticky electrodes from his chest and the two on his side.
"That looks like it would hurt," James commented. He pointed to the bandage covering the incision.
"It probably does," Lily replied. She continued with her sponge bath and began cleaning his face. She was about to wipe his face again when she noticed Harry's head moving.
James jumped up from his chair, causing Sirius to wake up and join him.
"Harry, are you awake?" Lily asked.
"Is it over?" Harry groggily asked. He opened his eyes to slits.
"Yes, you're in recovery now. Dad and Sirius are here," Lily said soothingly, rubbing his head.
"Hi, Son," James murmured, running his hand through Harry's hair.
"Hey, Pup, how are you feeling?" Sirius asked.
"Tired, sore, and sick," Harry replied.
"That's understandable." Lily continued to rub his head. "Do you feel sick to your stomach?"
Harry closed his eyes as he nodded slowly, feeling nauseated. James patted his shoulder. "I'll go get you some potions to help settle your stomach. Need a pain potion too?"
Harry nodded. "Thanks, Dad."
"Not a problem, son." James left to let Healer Dalton know Harry was awake and to ask for the potions.
"How bad is the pain on a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst?" Lily asked.
Harry was silent, obviously thinking of how to rate the pain. "About a six." He turned his head towards his mother. "Mum?"
"What is it, Sweetheart?" Lily asked.
"I think I'm gonna throw up."
Immediately, Sirius helped Harry turn onto his left side as Lily grabbed a basin. Harry leaned over, throwing up. He felt Lily rubbing his back soothingly.
"Are you done?" Sirius asked when Harry finished. Harry nodded, allowing Lily to help him lay back in the bed.
James returned with a pain potion. Healer Dalton came in a minute later. "Hello, I see he's awake. How are you feeling, Harry?"
"Tired, sore, and sick," Harry repeated.
"Do you feel sick to your stomach?" The healer asked. Harry slowly nodded.
"We'll get you some stomach soother. We'll go ahead and give you a pain potion. Once you fully wake up, you'll feel a little better."
"Okay," Harry said softly.
"We'll rest here for a little while. Then we will go to Hogwarts."
Harry nodded.
"Go back to sleep, sweetheart. You'll feel better."
Harry listened to Lily's soothing voice and let her head rub lull him to sleep.
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A loud bang from the hallway woke Harry up three hours later. He groggily reached the bedside table for his glasses, but they were put on his face for him. His dad's face came into view.
"Hey, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" James asked in a low voice.
"Better, still a little sore," Harry replied.
James helped him sit up long enough to get a drink of water. Sirius walked into the room as Harry was lying back into the pillows.
"Look who's awake." He approached the other side of the bed. "Feeling better?"
Harry nodded, "I don't feel like I'm going to throw up if that's what you mean."
"Good," Sirius murmured.
"Mum is making arrangements for you to be transferred back to Hogwarts. Healer Dalton said that your vitals are stable, and you seem to be doing well," James explained.
Lily walked into the room, stopping when she saw her son was awake.
"Hi, sweetheart. Are you feeling better?"
Harry nodded as Lily fussed over his pillows and blanket.
"I just spoke with Healer Dalton. Since Harry's stable and doing well, we'll return to Hogwarts. We'll see him in a week for a follow-up."
James and Sirius nodded.
"How are we getting to Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"We'll go to Hogwarts by Portkey," she replied.
Healer Dalton knocked on the door, drawing everyone's attention.
"Hello."
James and Lily greeted the healer while Sirius nodded to him.
"If there's any pain, discomfort, or if he started running a high fever, bring him in immediately," Healer Dalton informed Lily and James, reviewing Harry's discharge instructions. "Now, I want to have a quick check on the incision.
Healer Dalton checked the incision, satisfied with what he saw. "Looks good." He sat down on the bed, turning his attention to Harry.
"Take it easy for the next few weeks. Get some rest. Let yourself recover before resuming your normal activities. As far as classes go, it depends on how you're feeling. I'll be including a note for your Mum to give your professors. Let Mum know if you feel sick to your stomach, okay?"
"Okay," Harry murmured.
Healer Dalton stood up to leave. "I'll see you next week in my office for the follow-up visit."
He handed Lily and James some paperwork. "I need your signature, Lily."
Lily took the paperwork, reading over it quickly. She picked up the quill and scrolled her signature where it said her name.
"Okay, I'll let you all head to the Portkey," Healer Dalton said before he left the room.
"Thank you," Lily said sincerely.
"You're welcome."
Once Healer Dalton left the room, James helped Harry to the bathroom. He helped his son change into some lounge clothes Sirius collected from the house.
When they left the bathroom, James helped Harry back to bed.
"I'm going to put you on a stretcher. It would be more comfortable for you to get back to Hogwarts," Lily told her son.
Harry shrugged his shoulder, telling his mother that it didn't matter nonverbally.
"Let's go. The Portkey is ready," James told the group.
Quickly, Lily collected their things and conjured a stretcher. Sirius picked up Harry and laid him down on the stretcher.
Lily covered him with the same blanket she had brought with them. Together they made their way to the Portkey.
"Here," Lily said, handing Harry a bucket. "In case you need to throw up."
"Thanks, Mum."
"Here we go," James warned. Harry felt a tug in his stomach, and the walls of St. Mungo's changed for the walls of a private room in the Hogwarts hospital wing.
Harry's stomach churned, but he didn't throw up. He closed his eyes, breathing gently, trying to calm his stomach.
"Here, sweetheart. Take this. It will make your stomach feel better."
Harry opened his eyes to find Lily holding a very familiar pink vial.
James helped him sit up so he could take the potion. Lily handed Harry the stomach soother. James held it for him so Lily could take the pain potion she had asked Sirius to hand her.
Harry took the stomach soother, swallowing it. He sighed when he felt it working in his stomach. He noticed Lily was holding another vial.
"What's that one for?" he asked.
"Pain potion," Lily replied. She handed Harry the pain potion, which he took quickly. He then accepted the glass of water James handed him.
"Thanks, Dad," he murmured.
"No problem, son."
Harry laid back against the pillows, feeling sleepy as the pain potion kicked in.
"The one thing about pain potions is it makes Harry sleepy. He might sleep for a while. He looks tired," Lily whispered.
James nodded, removing Harry's glasses, sitting them on the side table.
Lily ran her fingers through her son's thick raven hair, gently rubbing his head and neck. Soon soft snores told her Harry was asleep.
She kissed him softly on the forehead before she sat back in her chair.
Harry slept for a few hours, only to be woken by his friend's whispered discussion.
AN: Part two will be back at Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione's visit, a surprise visitor, and Harry's follow-up with Healer Dalton and recovery.
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