Appendectomy
Part 2
Summary: Harry's recovering from his appendectomy. Now that he's returned to Hogwarts and staying in the hospital wing for a few days before being moved to Lily's quarters. In the meantime, he finds himself surrounded by friends and family.
Harry could hear whispering, recognizing the voices belonging to his best friends. He opened his eyes to slits and saw two blobs. One was bushy brown hair, and the other was red hair. It was his best friends doing what they do best, arguing.
"He looks peaky," he heard Ron whisper.
"Undergo surgery, Ronald. We'll see how well you look!" Hermione replied.
"I was just saying he looked a little peaky. Can you not jump down my throat?!"
"We need to stop! We're going to wake up, Harry!"
"I'm awake," Harry croaked.
Ron and Hermione looked down and saw Harry's green eyes looking back at them. Hermione handed him his glasses.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, sitting down in the seat next to Harry's bed.
"A lot better," Harry replied, shifting to a better position and sitting up, wincing at the movement. "Except it hurts when I move."
Hermione got another pillow from the next bed. She fluffed it before putting it behind Harry's back while Ron helped Harry sit up.
"Comfy?" she asked.
"Very," Harry replied.
"How long will you be here?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Mum hasn't said. But I have a hunch I'll be moving to her quarters for a while. Then I'll move back to the tower."
"We'll come and visit," Hermione assured him. "When you do. Lily wouldn't mind, would she?"
"No, I won't." The voice made the teens jump. Harry winced, his side suddenly throbbing.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Lily apologized. "Yes, you may come and visit."
Hermione and Ron smiled at each other. "Good, I'll bring you the homework and copies of my notes. You'll help, won't you, Ronald?"
Ron looked dumbfounded. Harry cracked up laughing until a sharp pain in his side stopped him. He hissed at the pain.
"Ow, I forget it hurts to laugh," he muttered.
Hermione sympathetically patted Harry's shoulder. Lily was about to leave the room when she heard Harry say ow. She turned around to ask if he was okay when he answered her unasked question.
"I'm fine," Harry intoned. Lily smiled and left the room to give Harry time alone with his friends.
"What was it like?" she asked, curious about how surgery happened in the magical world.
Harry explained what happened while he was at St. Mungo's. Hermione listened closely. Ron knew what Harry was talking about as three of his brothers had the same surgery done.
"Wow," Hermione sighed.
Harry sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "Mum, Dad, and Sirius were there when I woke up."
"That must have been a surprise seeing Sirius," Hermione said.
"It was," Harry said, remembering what happened after. "I think I might have puked on his shoe."
"What do you mean?" Hermione inquired while Ron winced sympathetically.
"Sleeping potions, Muggle anesthetic, or the spells that put you to sleep makes me nauseous afterward," Harry explained. "The crazy thing is I can take dreamless sleep potions without feeling sick to my stomach."
"That's crazy," Ron blurted.
The bell rang, signaling the beginning of dinner.
"We'll let Neville, Ginny, and everyone," Hermione decided to say to keep from listing everyone who asked what happened to Harry. "Know how you're doing. We'll see you tomorrow, Harry."
"Okay, thanks for coming. I'll see you guys tomorrow?" Harry replied.
Hermione nodded while Ron replied, "Sure, mate. Do you want me to bring you anything from the dorm?"
"There's a book on my nightstand. I think it's a Quidditch book. Can you bring it?"
Ron nodded. "Of course, we'll see you tomorrow."
After Ron and Hermione left, Lily returned to Harry's private room carrying something in her hand.
"I had your Dad retrieve this from your bedroom at home," Lily explained, handing Harry the snitch.
It was a snitch Harry had since he was a little boy. Whenever he was sick, James or Lily charmed it. Whenever Harry released the snitch, it would fly to alert James or Lily that Harry needed something. It depended on who set the charm off on who it would alert. It worked a lot better than the bell Lily gave him when he was six and had come down with Chicken Pox.
James hated the bell and had come up with the snitch himself.
"Thanks, Mum," Harry retorted.
"You're welcome." Lily had him laid down. She pulled up his shirt to check the incision area.
"I see everything's fine," she murmured, replacing the bandage.
"Mum?"
"Yes, sweetie."
"How long will I be here?"
"A few days, then you'll move to my quarters," Lily replied.
"Okay," Harry replied. Lily fussed over his covers and tucked him in.
"Go to sleep, sweetheart. Rest is the best thing for you right now."
She didn't need to tell Harry twice. He let his eyes droop close. Soon he fell asleep.
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Harry woke up two hours later to churning in his stomach. He carefully wrapped an arm around his middle, groaning slightly.
"I better get Mum," he said to himself.
He reached for the snitch on his nightstand, throwing it towards the door, releasing it. The golden ball flew out the cracked door into the main hospital wing.
"Ow," Harry moaned quietly, waiting for his mother to come in.
He didn't have to wait any longer because Lily came rushing in, seeing the distress on her son's face.
"What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "I need a stomach potion, calmer, and a soother. I feel a little nauseous too."
Lily walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room. She had stocked it with potions and things she might need while Harry was staying in the private room in the hospital wing. Things like extra clothes for Harry and a heating pad just in case he needed it. There were basins and buckets in case Harry needed to throw up or if she decided to give him a sponge bath instead of a shower in the ensuite bathroom.
She selected a stomach soother, stomach calmer, and anti-nausea potions.
"I'm going to give you the anti-nausea potion so you won't feel sick to your stomach for a while. The stomach soother and calmer will help relax your stomach."
Lily helped Harry sit up to take the potions. In between doses, Harry took a drink of water. After he finished taking the potions, she gently helped him lay back down. Sitting at his bedside, she watched as he fell back asleep. She adjusted his cover, kissing his forehead.
She moved over to sit in the armchair to watch over her son. Lily had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
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James walked into the hospital wing in the morning, approaching his son's room. He tiptoed to Harry's private room, carefully opening the door. He smiled as he saw his wife asleep in the armchair. Harry was still fast asleep in bed.
Quietly, he walked over to where his wife was sleeping. He gently shook her shoulder. Her emerald eyes opened. She looked up at her husband.
"Good morning, darling," his wife greeted.
"Good morning," he returned. He motioned with his head towards their son. "How's he doing?"
"His stomach gave him some problems last night. I gave him some stomach soother and a stomach calmer. I gave him an anti-nausea potion since he felt nauseous. After that, he went back to sleep."
James sat down on an armchair Lily conjured for him. He watched his son sleep.
"How long will he be here?" James asked, waving his hand around the room.
"A few days, and then I'll move him to my quarters. I'll wait until after the follow-up appointment with Healer Dalton before letting him move back to Gryffindor tower. I informed Minerva of my decision last night. She came to check on Harry."
James nodded, smiling softly at the snoring coming from Harry's bed.
"I sent an owl to Remus to let him know what happened. He's coming up here today to check on Harry," James informed his wife.
"Good. Sirius said he was stopping by this afternoon. He said he would stop by the Quidditch store and pick up some magazines for Harry."
James and Lily continued to have a whispered conversation concerning their son's health when they heard a loud yawn from the bed. They turned their attention to their waking son.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Lily greeted.
"How are you feeling?" James asked.
"Better," Harry mumbled. "My stomach feels a little sore."
"Probably from where they…." She trailed off, not wanting to explain what happened in the operating room. James's nervousness during Harry's surgery was fresh in her mind. If she told her husband how the healer did the surgery on their son, he might flip out on her. With his wand, he used the severing charm to cut into Harry's abdomen and through the layers of muscle and tissue. Then he used the charm again to cut out the appendix.
It's no wonder Harry's stomach felt sore.
"Do you feel sick to your stomach?" Lily asked.
"No, not now," Harry answered.
James helped him sit up so Lily could bring him breakfast.
"You don't have to eat the whole thing," Lily informed him, sitting the bowl of porridge on the bed tray she sat down.
Harry wrinkled his nose at the lumpy porridge. "Do I have to?"
Lily sighed.
"You don't have to eat the whole bowl. Just as much as you want," Lily assured him.
Harry picked up the spoon and started to eat. He only managed six bites before his stomach was recoiling.
"That's why I gave you porridge. We'll try soup around lunchtime," Lily stated, taking the bowl to the main hospital wing to send it back to the kitchen.
"Mum."
"What is it, sweetheart?" Lily asked. She had stopped at his voice, knowing he was about to ask for something.
"Can the soup be your tomato soup?"
Lily smiled softly. She shared a knowing look with James. She had a kitchenette in her quarters, allowing her to cook. She could make the soup Harry requested. She would need to send James to the shop for a few things.
She nodded. "Sure."
As she returned the tray to her quarters, Lily realized why Harry had asked for her tomato soup. It was something she made when he was feeling under the weather. All Harry was looking for at this moment was some familiar comfort.
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Harry was reading Quidditch Through the Ages when there was a knock at the door.
"Hi, Cub."
Harry looked up at Remus's smiling face. To say Harry was surprised to see the man he thought of as an uncle would be an understatement.
"How did you…." Harry trailed off.
"Your Dad sent me an owl to tell me what happened. I was stuck at a Portkey office in France. I just got back to England late last night. Thought since I didn't have anything planned for today, I'd come and see you." Remus sat down in the armchair beside Harry's bed.
"I never thought of asking where you were," Harry said quietly.
"You were preoccupied," Remus argued. "Here, I brought you these." Remus handed Harry a bag.
Harry took the bag from his uncle and opened it. He found two books inside about the Appleby Arrows and the Puddlemere United seekers.
"Benjy Williams and Gregory Cotton's biography!" Harry exclaimed.
Remus smiled. "I figured you'll be bored being in bed all the time, so I bought you some books I figured you would like."
"Thanks, Remus," Harry said, hugging the man he considered an uncle.
"You're welcome."
Remus's visit lasted twenty minutes. The full moon was coming up, and he needed to rest before then.
"I'll come back to visit tomorrow if I feel like it, Cub."
"Thanks for coming, Remus." Harry hugged him before he left the room.
Now that Harry was on the mend, his friends and family would be in and out.
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At lunchtime, Lily walked into the hospital wing with a tray of soup and crackers. She had listened to Harry's request and made her homemade tomato soup. She made the soup so many times she could make it without the recipe. It was a family recipe and one of James's and Harry's favorites in the cold winters England often had and on sick days.
Harry looked up from one of the books Remus had bought him when he heard someone enter the room.
"Is that your tomato soup?" Harry asked.
"That's what you asked for, wasn't it?" Lily intoned.
"Yeah, it is."
Harry closed the book, laying it on the nightstand. Lily sat the tray down in front of him with a can of Sprite James had brought her when he went to pick up what she needed to make the soup.
"Thanks, Mum," Harry murmured.
"You're welcome, eat as much as you want, sweetheart." Lily made herself busy, cleaning the room, taking out the trash, and reorganizing the get-well basket Minerva had brought with her when she visited Harry. She had come to check on him yesterday evening, informing Harry he had extensions on all assignments and the professors would work with him to help him get caught up once he was well enough to attend classes.
"How long will I be here?" Harry asked.
"A few days. Then you'll move to my quarters," Lily replied.
"Okay."
Lily then began to sort through the potions since Harry was due for the infection-prevention potion.
"Is it time for more potions?"
"One, after lunch," Lily answered.
To Lily's surprise, Harry ate the whole bowl of soup and drank the can of soda. She banished the tray back to her quarters, leaving the crackers for later before she conjured a cup of water.
"This is the potion to prevent infections. We'll need to remember to take on a full stomach."
Harry nodded, taking it from Lily. He quickly downed the foul-tasting potion.
"Dad's coming back this afternoon. He'll keep you company while I go and make potions," Lily informed her son.
Harry asked if he could get up for a bit. Since Harry did need to walk around some and James was coming to visit in the afternoon, Lily agreed to let Harry get up and allowed him to walk around the hospital wing.
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James walked alongside his son slowly as they made their sixth round, walking around the hospital wing.
"Think you can handle the corridor?" James asked.
Harry nodded. He wanted to get out of the hospital wing for a little while. To James's surprise, Harry managed to walk down to the portrait of Nurse Helga, the entrance to Lily's private quarters.
When Harry leaned against him, James guided Harry back to his private room in the hospital wing.
Lily had turned the bed down, fixed a basin for a quick sponge bath, and set out a clean pair of pajamas. Once Harry was cleaned up and changed into pajamas, he went to sleep once he laid down. James decided to take a turn sitting with Harry. He sat in the armchair, watching his son sleep. Before long, he was asleep.
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Lily entered Harry's room in the hospital wing with a jar of scaring balm and a new bandage in her hand. Harry looked up from the book he was reading. He groaned, recognizing the jar in his mother's hand.
"Do we have to?" he whined.
"We don't have to. But we need to make sure it heals and doesn't scar so bad," Lily informed him.
"But it stinks. It makes my stomach feel numb," Harry complained.
"Then it's doing its job. Your belly will only feel numb for the time it takes for the cream to work." Lily sat the jar down on his bedside table. "Lie down."
Harry marked his place in the book and sat it on the bedside table. He laid down flat on his back in the bed. Lily pulled his T-shirt up, baring his abdomen. Then she peeled off the bandage covering the incision.
"I need to be on the other side," she realized. She got up, moving to Harry's right side, settling on the edge of the bed.
She picked up the jar, unscrewing the lid. She dipped her fingers in the jar.
Lily looked up to see Harry's eyes following her fingers. "I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you're afraid of."
"I know," Harry said softly, still watching Lily's hand with the balm on her fingers.
"Ready?" Lily asked.
Harry nodded slowly, bracing himself for the familiar burning feeling, then sudden coolness.
Lily applied the balm slowly, softly rubbing the balm on the healing wound. Healer Dalton's instruction was she apply the balm every day to help heal the incision hoping the scar wouldn't be so livid. To Harry's chagrin, it had to be applied once a day.
She looked up at Harry's face, pinched in a wincing expression.
"This hurts, doesn't it?" she asked. Harry opened his mouth to answer. "Don't lie to me, Harry James."
After a moment of silence, Harry nodded his head. "It does hurt a little."
Lily finished applying the balm, replacing the bandage once she finished.
"All done," she said, banishing the old bandage to the bin in the room and standing up.
There was a knock at the door. "It's me, Sirius."
"Come in, you crazy mutt," Lily chuckled.
Harry sat up as his godfather entered his room.
"Hey, Pup," Sirius greeted.
"Hey, Sirius." Harry noticed just like Remus, Sirius was carrying a bag. "What did you bring me?"
Sirius chuckled. "I brought you some new magazines to look at. Something other than schoolwork. I see Remus as stopped by," He said, noticing the books he had seen Remus purchasing at the Quidditch shop. "How are you feeling, Pup?"
"Better. My stomach feels sore every once in a while. Mum's been giving me pain potions. It's bearable," Harry said. "It hurts when I move. It feels like I'm being stabbed."
Sirius winced, hating that Harry was in any pain. Harry was like a son to him more than a godson. Like his parents, Sirius hated to see Harry in pain, sick, or hurt.
"Have you had much company?" Sirius asked for the sake of making conversation.
"Remus was here this morning, then you. Ron and Hermione were here yesterday when I woke up. They woke me up. They were arguing, yet they were whispering."
Sirius shook his head. "When are they going to snog already?"
"I think..." Harry trailed off. "Never."
It was a running joke between godfather and godson when Ron and Hermione would snog or get together since the beginning of the year.
Sirius sat down in the armchair Lily had conjured for the room. He and Harry started a conversation about their favorite top, Quidditch.
When Harry started dropping off to sleep, Sirius patted his head and said he would be by later as Professor Moody had asked James to come and speak with the fifth and seventh years, and Sirius was to help him with a duel.
Lily peeked in to check on her son. She noticed the pain potion she had given Harry had worked. He was asleep.
"The pain potion knocks him out. It's the extra strength, specially made for those who had surgery. A regular pain potion wouldn't put him to sleep like this," she explained to Sirius, who helped Lily cover Harry up with a blanket.
"I'm lowering the dose today. We'll see what it does." Lily folded one of Harry's shirts Ron had brought when he and Hermione stopped by with some of Harry's clothes. Lily brought in what she kept in Harry's room into her quarters. Ron and Hermione had brought his rucksack with his school books and the book Ron found on the nightstand.
"Let's let him sleep," Lily murmured. They left the room, heading off to their jobs, Lily to the potions storeroom, and Sirius to the Defense classroom.
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Harry woke up to Lily's hand soothingly rubbing his back and her soft voice. Apparently, he had been groaning in his sleep. As he woke up, he realized the pain potion had worn off. His side hurt.
"Do you need a pain potion?" Lily asked.
Harry nodded miserably, turning onto his back. Lily returned to the room. She helped Harry sit up to give him some pain potion.
"Here, sweetheart," she soothed.
Harry downed the potion feeling the effects immediately.
"Thanks, Mum," Harry sighed.
"Are you going to go back to sleep?" Lily inquired.
"No, I think I'll look at some of the magazines Sirius brought," Harry said, sitting up. He leaned back against the pillows Lily had fluffed.
"Okay." Lily bent over and kissed her son's forehead. "If you need me, send the snitch to find me. I'll be here as soon as I can."
"Thanks, Mum."
Lily left the room, leaving the door cracked as Harry picked up Which Broomstick and began reading an interview with Viktor Krum.
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Harry was reading a review on the new Firebolt in Quidditch Quarterly when there was a knock at the door.
"Can I come in?"
Harry looked up at the voice, trying to keep the surprise off his face.
"Ginny?" he said, almost in a question.
"Ron told me what happened. How are you?" Ginny asked, coming into the room.
"Fine," he answered. Remembering his manners, he asked, "Would you like to sit down?"
"Thank you," Ginny returned and sat down in the armchair. "I brought you a get-well card. It doesn't sing," she assured him, handing him the card.
"Thanks," Harry replied. "So, what have I missed?"
Ginny spent fifteen minutes telling Harry all about what had been going on since Harry had been in the hospital wing.
"I think Ron and Hermione were coming after visiting Hagrid. They said that he invited them for tea."
"Oh yeah, that was today," Harry remembered that he, Ron, and Hermione were supposed to go to Hagrid's that day for tea. The half-giant would understand that Harry wouldn't make it.
"So, what's it like?" Ginny asked.
"Having Mum here?" Ginny nodded. "It's nice. She's taken care of me since I've been here. I honestly would want her over Madam Pomfrey. Mum doesn't hover so much."
"When are you moving back to Gryffindor tower?" Ginny inquired.
"Maybe after I see Healer Dalton, I don't know."
Ginny nodded. They got into a conversation about Quidditch and who was the better team. Harry knew Ginny was a lifelong fan of the Holyhead Harpies. He made a mental note to save the Quidditch Today magazine due to its article on the Harpies and interview with Captain Gwenog Jones.
"I should go. Let you get some rest. I'll come and visit again," Ginny stated, getting up from the chair.
"I might be moved to Mum's quarters. I don't think she'll have a problem with you coming and visiting," Harry informed her.
"Okay, bye, Harry."
"Bye, Ginny." After Ginny left, Harry made a decision. He got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.
He couldn't take being in bed much longer. He hoped soon he could move around more than he was now.
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The next morning, Lily told Harry he was moving to her quarters. This would let Harry get more rest, and Lily could still keep an eye on him.
"It's only until Healer Dalton thinks you're ready to return to the tower," Lily assured him.
Harry agreed, considering he didn't have a choice.
Healer Dalton told Lily that for an hour a day, now that the surgery had been a few days past, they could take the bandage off and let the area breathe before replacing it and applying the balm.
Using her old hair ties and rubber bands, she fixed Harry's shirt so he could walk around. He was a little self-conscious walking around with his belly exposed at first. It was only him, Lily, and James when he walked around with his shirt pulled up.
He found himself looking at the incision area in the mirror. He was trying to figure out if it would scar or not. Even with the scaring balm, sometimes it would still leave a scar.
"We'll see when we go see Healer Dalton," Lily told him when he asked.
Harry laid in bed the night before the appointment with Healer Dalton, looking at his stomach in the pale moonlight. He was beginning to feel self-conscious about his body, even at fourteen. He was more afraid of getting fat than anything else.
Harry pulled his shirt down and turned on his side. He missed hanging out with his friends at night before they went to sleep. They talked about different things, Quidditch being the number one topic and girls being the second. In his bedroom in his mother's quarters, Harry felt alone, even though Lily was in the bedroom next door. He hoped tomorrow night he would sleep in his bed in Gryffindor tower.
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Harry sat on the exam table in Healer Dalton's office. Today was the follow-up appointment after his appendectomy.
It had been a week since the surgery. Harry was about to go stir-crazy. He hoped Healer Dalton would allow him to return to his routine today.
He would be happy to sleep in his bed in Gryffindor tower again.
Lily sat beside the exam table, looking at a magazine.
Harry looked around at the different posters on the walls. The exam room wasn't any different than the one in Dr. Jacobs, the Muggle doctors Lily took Harry to. The exam table on which Harry sat was similar to the one that Harry had sat and laid on in Dr. Jacobs's office. The exam room wasn't different from Dr. Jacobs's office.
There was a knock on the door before it opened. Healer Dalton stepped in, carrying Harry's file.
"Good morning," Healer Dalton greeted, closing the door behind him. "How are we doing?"
"I'm fine," Harry answered.
"He's been resting, been sleeping a lot, of course. He's had some bouts of an upset stomach, but nothing that stomach soothers couldn't take care of," Lily added.
Thus began the questions and answers as Healer Dalton asked if they had issues with the scaring balm, was there any bouts of extreme nausea or pain, and other questions retaining to the previous week while Harry had recovered.
Lily answered the questions about the balm and potions. Harry answered the questions regarding how he felt over the last week.
"Okay," Healer Dalton murmured as he wrote notes in Harry's file, which Lily noticed was thick. He turned the page to the next one and asked Harry if he was ready for him to begin the physical part of the examination.
Harry nodded, muttering, "I'm ready."
"Okay, lie down on the table. Let's take a look at your belly."
Harry laid back on the exam table as directed. Without being asked, he pulled up his shirt.
"I'm going to remove the bandage," the healer warned.
"Okay," Harry replied.
Slowly, Healer Dalton pulled off the bandage and looked at the healed incision. He gently ran his finger over the incision, seeing that the stitches were ready to be removed.
"Looks like the incision healed nicely," the healer noted. He took out his wand. He pointed it to Harry's abdomen, muttering a spell. Suddenly, a part of Harry's digestive system was floating above his belly.
"Whoa, that's weird," Harry murmured.
"This is your large intestine and down here." Healer Dalton pointed to the lower part of Harry's ascending colon. "Was where your appendix was."
"Everything looks okay?" Lily asked from Harry's left side. She was scanning the image floating above her son.
"Everything looks like it's healed well," Healer Dalton assured the concerned mother. "I'm going to remove the stitches and then do a quick abdominal exam."
"Okay," Lily agreed.
Healer Dalton canceled the spell. Then he pointed his wand at the incision, muttering a numbing spell. Slowly he began to remove the stitches.
"Are you alright?" the healer asked his patient.
"I'm fine." Harry turned his head, looking down at his stomach. He watched as the stitches were removed.
"Now, I'll begin the abdominal exam." Healer Dalton pulled out his Muggle Stethoscope. He placed it on Harry's skin and began listening to his abdomen.
"I'm hearing a lot of growling and gurgling. His bowels sound normal. Probably digesting breakfast and last night's dinner," the healer said to Lily.
"Are there any areas of tenderness? Do you have any pain in your belly?" the healer asked, rubbing his hands together to warm them up.
"No," Harry answered.
"Okay, I'll begin by palpating, pressing on your abdomen. Let me know if you feel any pain, tenderness, or uncomfortable."
Harry nodded. He watched the healer's hands press into different areas of his belly. He could feel the healer's hands pressing firmly on his middle and lower abdomen.
Then Healer Dalton moved to Harry's right side. He gently pressed over where the area was healing.
"His abdomen feels nice and soft. Everything feels normal and healing nicely," The healer told Lily, who listened as the healer felt her son's abdomen.
"You may sit up now," The healer told Harry.
Pulling down his shirt, Harry sat up on the table.
"Now, since he seems to be recovering well. I think he could return to his classes. You can start half a day. And it's up to you when you would allow him to return to his dorm."
Harry perked up at that and turned to his mother. "Can I, Mum?"
Lily seemed to be thinking about whether or not she should when Harry turned on his puppy face. Lily agreed. On the condition that if Harry didn't feel well, he was to come to her.
"I'll see you in a month. That should be the last time I see you. If you need to see me sooner, give me a call, Lily."
Once Healer Dalton left the room, Lily turned to her son. "Well, let's get back to school so you can move back to Gryffindor tower."
Not needing to be told twice, Harry climbed off the exam table and followed his mother to the floos, where they returned to Hogwarts.
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Harry walked into the Great Hall. He scanned the table for his best friends, finding him at their usual spot. He walked to where Ron was sitting, approaching his bickering friends.
"What happened now?" Harry asked Neville, causing the boy to jump.
"Hi Harry, Ron might have accidentally hexed Hermione in Charms," Neville told the raven-headed teen.
Harry laughed as he imagined Ron hexing Hermione.
"It's not funny," Hermione growled, but she softened when she saw it was Harry.
"Hey Mate, are you moving back to the dorm?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I just dropped off my stuff. Then I came down here," Harry replied. Snorting, he asked what did he miss. Ron gave him the play-by-play, much to Hermione's horror.
Harry and Ron roared with laughter, reaching another level of hysteria that Harry had seen in weeks.
"It's nice to laugh without a twinge in your side," Harry commented.
Hermione and Ron filled Harry in on everything he missed while he was gone, even though he was in the hospital wing.
Later that even in Gryffindor tower, Ron and Harry were getting ready for bed.
"Yikes, it did leave a scar," Ron winced.
"I know, but at least I can hide it under clothes. Mum is giving me some cream to put on, to make it look not so…." Harry trailed off.
"Vivid," Ron finished.
"Yeah." Harry pulled his shirt on over his head. He stepped out into the dorm and flopped down on his bed.
"Man, I missed this," he mumbled. Ron and Neville snickered while Seamus and Dean just shook their heads.
While Harry was glad to be back in Gryffindor Tower, he missed his mother coming in, tucking him in, and kissing him good night. But being his friends, he couldn't compare.
"Good night, Harry," Ron yawned from his bed.
"Good night, Ron." Harry took off his glasses and lay down in his bed. His hand went under his shirt, his finger tracing the new scar on his side.
He hoped that someday, the scar would fade. But little did he know that the scar on his side would be one of many he would get in his Hogwarts career.
AN: Harry's appendix scar will be mentioned in a game of Scars and Freckles. I hope you enjoyed reading Part 2. If you have an idea for a fic, PM me or write it in a review, and I'll see what I can do.