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Chapter 7: The Comfort A Book Brings
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I woke up in the morning to find Rose gone. There was however a note on my bedside table. It read:
I’ll come see you at break and after lessons have finished.
I felt so much better than I did yesterday night. My limbs ached a little and my head was throbbing, but I no longer felt nauseous.
After much thumb twiddling, I realised how bored I was going to be. Madame Pomfrey would come and see me at around 8am, but according to the clock it was only 6:00am. I didn’t want to go back to sleep as I wasn’t tired and felt as if I had, had too much rest.
My eyes were drawn to a folded pile of clothes at the end of my bed. By the looks of things it was my grey jogging bottoms and my white zebra top. I grabbed the heavy grey material of the trousers and checked the enlarged pockets for something to do.
After a little searching I came across a variety of things; hair grips, folded piece of paper and of course some smooth round stones. Suddenly my hand encountered a hardback book, intrigued I pulled it out, not aware of having put a book in that pocket. The cover was blue and other than that not very special. I looked at the spine and saw it was a copy of Eragon. I had been looking for that book for ages. In fact I thought Al had stolen it!
Happy, I opened the book up and began to read.
“I see someone‘s feeling better today” Madame Pomfrey commented, placing a tray on my lap. I looked away from my book expecting to see something edible. Unfortunately I saw that the tray held 5 different potions, in a variety of colours.
“urm…where exactly is my breakfast?” I questioned looked at the concoctions with disdain.
“Breakfast? Oh no, you cant eat anything solid!” She chuckled.
I looked miserably at coloured liquids. One by one I bolted down the medicines until, eventually, they were all gone.
“so when can I actually eat something?” I questioned hopefully.
“Sorry Keeley, but you can’t eat anything solid until at least Wednesday” Madame Pomfrey said picking up the tray and going to check on the boy who had steam coming out of his ears, and was whistling like a kettle.
Wednesday! It was Monday today! I sighed, at least the potions filled you up.
“But those clothes are for you to change into, I thought that the hospital gown, might be a bit too…..revealing” She called
I looked down at myself. She was right. Other than some thin pieces of material sewn together on either side, to make a crude nighty, and a pair of pants, I was completely naked.
Ignoring her, I then picked up my book and carried on where I left off.
At 10:30am Rose strolled in, as she said she would, with books pilled up to her chin. They wobbled precariously, until she let them topple onto my bed. Then sat next to me.
“I thought you might like some more reading material” She said in a way of explanation.
“Thanks, its so boring in here! AND I‘m not aloud to eat till Wednesday!” I exclaimed, earning a curious glance from kettle boy.
Rose looked horrified. She loved her food. Although she didn’t eat breakfast, she made up for in later in the day.
“But that’s 2 days away!” She nearly shouted in hysterics.
I laughed, even though it triggered a coughing fit. It felt good to laugh again.
After Rose talked me through what I had missed, which wasn’t much, she left to go find the boys before her next lesson, promising to come and see me as soon as she could.
Before she left she handed me a black round stone, that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand.
I smiled gratefully. I placed the stone on the table next to my wand. That was one of the many amazing things about Rose. She collected stones for me.
At 12:30 Madame Pomfrey came and gave me another 5 potions for ‘lunch’. After that nothing eventful happened till lessons had finished.
However in that time I surveyed the hospital wing. The walls were a cheery blue, similar to that of the sky on a really nice day. The floor was polish wood and each bed had silver railing, which was polished to the extreme. The door which visitors could enter from was facing the beds, which were in neat rows and directly opposite me. The door to Madame Pomfrey’s office was to the left of the visitors door, it had a window, so that she could keep an eye on her patients.
At 7:30pm a sobbing Rose entered and threw herself onto the bed. I patted her head and was about to ask what was wrong when Al entered. At the sight of him I stiffened. I still wasn’t happy with him.
He saw me and slowly made his way over, as if he didn’t know what to do.
“um hi” He said awkwardly scuffing his toe against the floor.
“Hi” I replied bluntly.
For a moment there was a really awkward silence, which was interrupted by a particularly loud wail from Rose.
Remembering she was there I said “what’s wrong?”
Rose didn’t answer, but Albus did.
“Scorpius is going out with Esther” He explained.
Upon hearing this Rose cried even louder.
“NO!” I shouted in response.
Scorpius loved Rose. It was obvious from the way he always had his arm around her, or the fact they were always together. I was completely shocked.
“It‘s ok Rosie, everything will be fine” I murmered, stroking her red hair.
Al gestured for me to budge up, I did only because I was cold and the more people near me, the warmer I would get. So I moved a little to the right.
Al sat on the bed next to me then pulled the covers over him. I was painfully aware that he was pressed right against me, due to the lack of space. I mentally kicked myself for not changing into my clothes, as Madame Pomfrey had suggested.
Trying to ignore that fact, I continued to comfort Rose. Al joined in and for a split second I had a vision of Al and I comforting our child. This image disappeared as soon as it had come, leaving me a little shaken. It was such a nice idea. Al and me, with a child. We would have such cute kids. I was completely side tracked, and was brought back to reality with…
“Keeley, I think she has fallen asleep”
I looked at Rose and saw Al was right.
“Rosie?” I said, shaking my friend awake.
She blinked her eyes sleepily and made a few grunts.
“You fell asleep. I think you ought to go back to dorm” I said slowly, so that she would understand.
Rose got up and sluggishly left the room.
I was now alone with Albus Potter.
As soon as the door had shut behind Rose, Al turned to look at me and a reached for my hand. Reluctantly I let him have it. He cradled my right hand in both of his, which meant I had to turn so that I was facing him.
“I‘m really sorry Keeley” Al mumbled, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.
When I didn’t say anything he continued.
“I‘m so sorry you thought that I wanted to sleep with you”
My head began to throb and I felt my features twist into a grimace.
“NO! I don’t mean I don’t want to have sex with you. I do.” He kept rambling on, tripping over his words and digging himself deeper holes, but I began to lose focus. My head really did hurt.
“Its ok Al I forgive you” I said my words mushing together so it probably sounded like this: ’izzokalifogivooo’.
He seemed to noticed something was wrong, because he felt my head and yelped “Keeley you‘re burning up!”
This confused me because I was actually rather cold. In fact I began to shiver in uncontrollable convolutions, my teeth chattering.
Al looked scared.
“Keeley, where is Madame Pomfrey?” he asked urgently.
I willed my lips to form words “shee wen oo see Muhgonaaagol” I whispered, coughing feebly.
“Will she be back soon?” he cried despairingly.
I thought back to when Poppy Pomfrey had left. “shee said shee‘d be an hour oops” I whimpered.
Al thought for a moment then said “you always drilled into me that the body often knows what its doing” He paused “so if your body‘s telling you its cold, we‘ll keep you warm. Oh but we can’t let you get dehydrated”
He pulled a me into his arms and let me rest my head on his chest, then acciod a blanket, which he threw over us, a jug of water and a beaker.
I kept drifting into a fitful sleep, then I’d wake up and Al would help me drink a little water. After what seemed like hours, but in actually fact was only 15 minutes, the shivers that shook my frame died away and I felt a little bit more in control of my body.
“Al?” I whispered, my voice croaky.
“hmm” came his fond reply. He wiped a strand of hair off my forehead and tucked it behind my ear. If I didn’t feel so ill, this moment would have made my day.
“Can yooou keep talking to meee.” I pleaded, my eyes closing.
“Of course. ” Al agreed, lacing his fingers through mine.
In the little sleep I got, the dreams were confusing. The only thing that kept me from despairing was Al’s voice. Even when I was asleep, I could still hear him. He told me of many things.
To start with he talked about how his mum really liked me, then he went on about how he really liked me. Through out the whole thing he was comforting me in one way or another. He would stroke my hair and rub my back. Just knowing someone was there made me feel a lot better.
After what had to be an hour I began to feel uncomfortably hot. I opened my eyes feebly.
“Al, it‘s too hot” I complained quietly.
He peeled off the blanket and covers so that they were at the end of the bed. Then he removed me from himself and gently placed me down. Carefully he got off the bed and stretched.
“Al?” I sighed, my eyes closing again.
“yes?” He answered softly.
“please don‘t leave me” I begged, feeling like a little girl.
Albus sat down on the edge of the bed. But I still felt alone.
“Hold me, like before” I yawned reaching out my hand and held onto his first 2 fingers.
He thought it over then, because he was hot and bothered, transfigured his clothes from trackies to light shorts and a short sleeved top.
I must have sounded really pathetic because he scooped me up and placed me so that he was sat upright, with me lying down, my head resting on his chest.
He picked up my Eragon book and began to read it. The sound of pages turning was oddly comforting and soon I fell into a dreamless sleep.