Harry Potter - Hurt and Comfort

Chapter Two - Quidditch

Harry loved Quidditch. It was one of the only things that kept his mind of his problems. He was Gryffindor seeker and Wood was once again, giving them a pep talk. Wood said " Alright team! We're up against Slytherin and we need to win this to win the house cup. Now, I need everyone to work hard and focus today. Our chasers and beaters need to score is as much goals as we can, allowing our marvellous seeker to catch the snitch and win the game. Are you ready?". Most of the team either nodded or grunted. But this just made Wood repeat " I said... ARE YOU READY?". Now the team screamed " YEAH!". Wood pumped his fist in the air and led the Gryffindor team to the pitch, where the Slytherins were waiting. Harry glared at Draco, who was smirking at Harry. Harry groaned and faced his teammates. Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Fred, George and Wood were determinedly holding their broomsticks and preparing to mount. Once the team captains shook hands, the kids soared into the air, the earth becoming a distant floor. Jordan, the commentator of the match spoke through the mic " Off they go! Oh that's it Angelina, Yes! Alicia- ooh.... YES! She scored a goal! 10 points to Gryffindor!". The crowds of Gryffindor cheered loudly, but the Slytherins just groaned and made frustrated noises. Harry hovered in the air above ground and watched the game.

Angelina, Katie and Alicia were all circling around the other teams chasers. The ball was being thrown around quickly, leaving the beaters, Fred and George, trying to distract the other team in order to fetch the ball. It was a risky tactic, but considering who they are, it might not be an issue. Harry watched as the Slytherin seeker was also hovering in air, but not as high as Harry. Fred managed to catch the ball, and threw it to his twin, who chucked it to Katie. Jordan continued " Katie has it! She passed it to Angelina! Now Fred's got it! George! Alicia! Katie! Fred! And c'mon Fred, score that goal...No! Draco has the ball!". The Slytherins cheered happily and the Gryffindors shouted complaints already. " 10 points to Slytherin! C'mon Gryffindor!". Harry was staring at the match when something gold glinted in the corner of his eye. The snitch. Harry dived down a few feet and found himself side by side with the other teams seeker, Draco. Draco snarled " Training for ballet, Potter?". Harry ignored the comment and flew past him to reach the snitch. The golden buzzy ball was closer. Even closer. Harry's fingers were only inches away from the snitch. He almost has it. Jordan yelled " Harry has almost got the snitch! Come on Harry!". The crowd waiting in anticipation as the scene intensified. His fingers were almost touching it. Just as Harry reached out to grab it, something barged into his side and knocked him straight off his broomstick. The last thing he could see was the ground rushing up to meet his face and screams that echoed through his mind. Bam!. He fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness....

" He looks terrible! Poor Harry..." said a quiet voice. Another voice spoke " How would you feel if you were pushed off a broom from 50 feet, Fred?". The first voice added " Shush! He's waking up...". Harry opened his eyes and felt his glasses being placed on his face. He could see more clearly now, there was Fred and George on his left. Ron and Hermione on his right and right in front of him was Madam Promfey who was looking at him worriedly. She asked " Are you feeling alright Harry? They was quite a distance you fell from...". Harry opened his mouth to reply and made a gasping noise, his ribs felt like they were on fire. Madam Promfey rushed towards him and adjusted something on the machine connected to Harry's chest. She pulled out a syringe from a milk-white container and saw Harry's face. He started screaming " No! No! Noooooo!". His friends looked at him in shock and Madam Promfey gently soothed " It's ok. I won't hurt you-". She injected it and felt relief upon his now calm face. The others took turns in crying out in shock and worry while Madam Promfey ushered them all out.

Professor Snape was in his room, sorting out potions in his closet. A brief knock on the door made him sigh and head to the classrooms door. When he opened it he was surprised to see Madam Promfey, the nurse, there looking worried. Snape cleared his throat and spoke " Yes?". The nurse said " Severus, you need to come to the hospital and perform some tests on him. He's badly hurt and I think something else is going on". Snape tilted his head slightly and asked " Who?". Madam Promfey looked up to his brown eyes and whispered "...Potter". The potions teacher gaped " What?!?". He felt a tinge of worry, but his despise for the boy led him to believe that he was probably faking it for attention. Oh how he was wrong. Snape followed the nurse down the corridors and all the way to the infirmary where Harry Potter was laying defenseless.

Madam Promfey looked at him and nodded. Snape understood what she was asking for and sat in the chair by the hospital bed. Snape began performing some tests on the boy. It felt like hours, yet he kept writing on parchment about his injuries and health. But during the scan, Snape noticed something very, very wrong. He looked at the parchment and watched as words appeared on the blank piece.

Harry Potter
Age : 15
Weight : 37kg
Height : 139cm

That all seemed normal. But what he read next....was what had made his entire heart snap in two.

Health Problems :

Malnutrition
Fatigue (Severe)
Depression
Eating Disorder

The list went on and on. Snape couldn't believe his eyes. He thought Potter was the golden, spoilt boy. He never realized, what was behind the mask...