The Secret Of Hogwarts

Chapter 6

Tim's consciousness returned with a friend. A headache made in hell.

He groaned in discomfort. He heard a voice, "He is awake, Call them. "

Great, he thought. Now he couldn't go back to sleep now that they knew he was awake. Wait. Who was they? Where was he and why was his head pounding.

"Timothy dear, open your eyes. " A kind yet firm voice said.

He peeled his eyes open slowly. He looked around and found himself in the only occupied bed of hospital wing.

Madam Leslie Thompkins patted his cheek again and pressed the medicinal bowl against his lips. He winced at the bitter taste.

He looked around once more and saw his brothers standing next to the door with varying degrees of concern in their eyes.

Dick looked like he wanted nothing more than rush to his little brother's side and give him a bone crushing hug. On the other hand,Jason and Damian were trying hard to appear nonchalant.

What happened?

He was about to vocalize his thought when the door to hospital wing burst open and Professor McGonagall strode in with a few other Professor in tow.

Tim was surprised on seeing the headmistress. It wasn't unusual in Hogwarts for some or the other student to be in hospital wing. The headmistress didn't visit everyone of them.

He tried harder to remember the event which ended up with him in a hospital bed. He came up blank.

"He should be fine after a night's rest, professor, " Madam Leslie said to the headmistress who nodded. Tim tried not to fidget under her scanning eyes.

"Do you remember how you got here? " A voice spoke up behind Professor McGonagall.

Tim's brain took a moment to catch up on who was speaking, so he didn't notice how his brothers sat up straight.

When he did realize who was in front of him, a gasp escaped him. He couldn't believe his eyes. Freaking HARRY POTTER.

The boy who lived.

Well,now he was a man in mid-fifties. His graying hair didn't quite hide the scar in the shape of a lightning on his forehead, from where he survived Voldemort's attack as a baby. His face was reflecting ageing. His green eyes behind the round glasses had wrinkles around the edge.

"Do you even remember your name? " Oh my god! Harry Potter was speaking to him. Wait, Harry Potter was speaking to him. And Tim was here gaping at him.

He felt his ears going pink, "Stephanie, " Tim replied.

No,no,no,no,no,no! He meant to say 'Tim', not Stephanie. He turned to glare at Jason who averted his eyes. Fix this.

"Huh? I thought your name was Timothy, " Harry Potter was looking at him puzzled.

One small part of Tim was dancing in glee because Harry Potter knew his name. The other large part of him wanted to slap himself. Or maybe Jason. No definitely Jason. He had just embarrassed him in front of The freaking Harry Potter.

"Uh, " Jason started sheepishly, " I, uh, kind of tongue tied him earlier. It hasn't wore off. "

The fifteen year old chuckled nervously, under everyone's gaze. He could feel Dick giving him, We-are-going-to-have-a-few- words-later, look.

Professor McGonagall gave Harry an exasperated look like See what I have to deal with, before waving her wand at Tim."15 points from Gryffindor. "