Who: Harrycan & Hannahswap What: finally, actually having that talk about horcruxes. When: Tuesday Where: compound hospital Warnings: see the "what".
Being in the hospital had never been Harry's favorite thing in the world, and it seemed to happen to him often. Usually because he was impulsive and reckless with his safety, although that wasn't actually true this time. He and Hooch and Moody had designed the teams for breaking into Alpha knowing that they were likely to get significantly hurt by trying to get into the block, and Harry had been calm and determined as he worked, gritting his teeth through the pain as he fought the wards. He had taken as much of it as he could, because that was the point; he had volunteered to make that sacrifice. It had been worth it when he'd broken the window, and it had been worth it when he'd taken the nightmares from the child that the scientists were torturing, and the physical cost of this would have been worth it if their plan had worked, too.
It hadn't worked, of course, which was why he was being criticized for it. As if he should have expected it not to work, and simply not tried at all. As if he hadn't thought that through, when he had; that was the part that irritated him. But he couldn't really blame anyone for thinking that, it was his track record that made him think it.
And, well. The plan hadn't worked, so they were right. Harry still thought it had been worth a try, though. He'd stopped before he'd passed out, and made sure that Ginny hadn't driven herself completely into the ground too; they were both going to be here in the hospital wing for a while, probably, but they'd live.
The marks were all over his hands, arms, neck, face, and chest, but they were bandaged up now. He had been up and about a little bit; moving too fast sometimes made the wounds open up and bleed again, but if he mostly just moved his legs, it was okay. It was using his hands and arms, mostly, that was the problem.
In anticipation of Hannah's arrival, he was sitting up, legs hanging over the side of the hospital bed. Nott, the healer who seemed to be somewhat in charge, had glanced over at him when he moved, but hadn't moved to stop him. He was still wearing the trousers he'd changed into after returning from medieval world, but had just a hospital gown over his bandages on top, and was debating the merits of trying to put his shirt back on. Someone had kindly cleaned the blood off it for him, and he'd have preferred not to walk around in the gown (as if the bandages didn't make him look like enough of an invalid) but he seemed likely to make himself start bleeding again in the process, and then he wasn't likely to be allowed out to walk around at all.
Hospital gown it was, then. Now he just needed Hannah to show up, and they could go for a little walk. Somewhere that the healers and other patients wouldn't overhear what they were talking about.