Who: Remus and Harry, Tonks if she so wishes When: Backdated, Saturday night Where: St. Mungo's Rating: TBD Statis: InComplete
Summary:
Harry had not woken up since he'd been given that potion from Kingsley. His body was in agony, his eyes burned, his fever was spiking again and his body was just starting to heal itself. Bones popped back into place, blood building back up. Even his breathing was becoming a little bit easier, but not by much. Harry Potter was alive, a point at which even he didn't think he'd be again.
He was propped up just enough that he was not laying down flat on his back, probably so they could feed him potions if they had to. He was alone in the room and it scared him. He didn't like being alone anymore or the darkness of the room. He could see parts of London outside, at least that's what he thought it was. This wasn't the closet he'd been crammed in for months or the room of the dead boy he'd been left in with Narcissa to heal. This had to be Mungo's. He could tell by the smell.
Still, no one was with him when he woke up. Had Kingsley really found him? Or was that nothing but a dream? Was this a dream? If it was, he didn't want to wake up. He was safe here, finally.