Waiting in Hospital
Date: 1 March, 2000
Day: Wednesday, I think
Time: Just Before Dawn, I think
Location: St. Mungo's
It's...over.
Or at least the war is.
The waiting and worrying never seems to end.
It's been several hours since we brought Harry in and he has yet to regain consciousness. I can't even begin to guess at the number and nature of his injuries. The Healers tell me the twitching is most likely a result of nerve-damage from the Cruciatus and should fade as potions they've given him begin to repair that damage. How powerful must the curse have been to cause that? Or for how long?
But he's alive. He survived.
I wish I knew what happened down there. Bugger that. I wish I'd been down there, that he had let me go with him like I always thought would be. I was supposed to be there to protect him. But he did it on his own, while I was forced to wait and hope and try to stay alive without knowing his fate.
If he had failed...
But he didn't. He came out alive and he'll wake anytime now and...
Well, I don't know, to be honest.
Voldemort is gone, but now comes the hard part. Rebuilding our world. And doing it in a way that makes it better. This is the part Albus should have been here for. The part he was best at.
I think I hear Harry stirring.
No, he's not waking yet. Just restless in his sleep.
The assitant Healer brought the morning Prophet with her when she came to check on Harry during her rounds. I wonder if she read the article and that's why she's being nicer this morning.
An army of werewolves!
I'd laugh if I didn't already know that four of us lay dead on the field and three more are so severely injured they main join the others shortly if we can't get them some decent medical care. Going into this we had barely enough to classify as a squad, let alone an army. Now...
But, at least, the mention in the article shows that not all of the lycanthropic community supported the side of Dark. I should take that as a positive sign, right?
So why do I not feel like holding my breath just yet?
Day: Wednesday, I think
Time: Just Before Dawn, I think
Location: St. Mungo's
It's...over.
Or at least the war is.
The waiting and worrying never seems to end.
It's been several hours since we brought Harry in and he has yet to regain consciousness. I can't even begin to guess at the number and nature of his injuries. The Healers tell me the twitching is most likely a result of nerve-damage from the Cruciatus and should fade as potions they've given him begin to repair that damage. How powerful must the curse have been to cause that? Or for how long?
But he's alive. He survived.
I wish I knew what happened down there. Bugger that. I wish I'd been down there, that he had let me go with him like I always thought would be. I was supposed to be there to protect him. But he did it on his own, while I was forced to wait and hope and try to stay alive without knowing his fate.
If he had failed...
But he didn't. He came out alive and he'll wake anytime now and...
Well, I don't know, to be honest.
Voldemort is gone, but now comes the hard part. Rebuilding our world. And doing it in a way that makes it better. This is the part Albus should have been here for. The part he was best at.
I think I hear Harry stirring.
No, he's not waking yet. Just restless in his sleep.
The assitant Healer brought the morning Prophet with her when she came to check on Harry during her rounds. I wonder if she read the article and that's why she's being nicer this morning.
An army of werewolves!
I'd laugh if I didn't already know that four of us lay dead on the field and three more are so severely injured they main join the others shortly if we can't get them some decent medical care. Going into this we had barely enough to classify as a squad, let alone an army. Now...
But, at least, the mention in the article shows that not all of the lycanthropic community supported the side of Dark. I should take that as a positive sign, right?
So why do I not feel like holding my breath just yet?