Harry twitched his fingers and toes. He flicked his eyes open and tried to lift his head. The scenery was blurry, so Harry reached to his face. His glasses were off. "Oh, Harry!" He heard Hermione's voice and saw something moving towards him. He groped on what he thought to be an end table for his glasses. He found them and put them on. He saw Hermione sitting on the edge of the Hospital Wing's bed. Ron was sitting in a chair next to him, Fred and George were over by another bed playing Exploding Snap. "Harry! What happened, mate?" Ron asked him. "I-I was flying after Cedric, and. . . Dementors started closing in. Then I don't know." Harry explained. "Oh, Dumbledore is gonna be really mad. The Dementors weren't supposed to go on the grounds of Hogwarts." Hermione informed them. "How did you know that?" Fred asked. "Yeah, Dumbledore ought to have mentioned that at the feast." "I heard it from Professor McGonagall," Hermione said. "That checks, anyway mate, how are ya Harry?" George asked. "I'm okay," Harry said, rubbing the scar on his forehead. His scar seared, but only for a few heartbeats. "All of you give him space!" Madam Pomfrey came bustling out from her storage space. "Here Mr. Potter, take some chocolate." Madam Pomfrey handed Harry a brown square. He took it and nibbled on the edge. He noticed for the first time, that Hermione looked really nervous. Her hands were vibrating slightly, and she was taking quick breaths. "Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked. She looked surprised. "I'm- fine" Hermione reassured him. Harry wasn't satisfied, she still looked on edge. "When I said give him space, I meant to get out! Come on now, give the boy his rest." Madam Pomfrey ushered Harry's friends out of the Hospital Wing. The four of them obediently left. //A little too willingly// Harry thought. Knowing Fred and George, Harry expected something to happen. Hours passed and nothing did. "Guess it was nothing." Harry muttered. "Madam Pomfrey?" "Yes, Mr. Potter?" She said "When am I allowed to leave the Hospital Wing?" Harry asked. "Tomorrow." Madam Pomfrey said, settling the subject.
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