The Chambers doing

Chapter 19 - Mischief Makers

The next morning found Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall once again in the Hospital Wing, looking over Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, currently nestled up together in the same bed, with Fawkes watching from the headboard and a golden sphere surrounding them.

"How do I get myself into these situations?" Madam Pomfrey asked rhetorically, shaking her head. "I've not got a clue how we're going to get through that, for lack of a better word, shield, to try and rennervate them."

Fawkes launched himself into the air and glided through into the matron's office once again. Settling himself in front of the typewriter, he pecked out ~The golden light will allow through your waking spells, just not anything that could cause harm to the Chosen Pair, nor any other people. It is how I am able to fly through myself.~

"Well, that makes it easier then." Professor McGonagall said, having followed the phoenix to see what he would type. She headed back out into the infirmary. "Fawkes says we can cast rennervate through the shield, just not enter ourselves. It is designed to prevent any possible harm from coming to them."

"Okay then Minerva. I'll do Harry and you Ginny. On the count of three." They both raised their wands at the pair on the bed. "One, two, three, rennervate!".

Several things happened at once. Harry and Ginny both sat up straight, pulling out of each other's embrace and completely separating. As they woke up, the golden sphere surrounding them dissipated, somehow sensing that the danger had passed and they could now take care of themselves. As soon as the pair on the bed completely lost contact with each other though, a light blue arc shot out between their hands. They both yelped in pain, and quickly rejoined their hands again, stopping the arcing. They panted slightly from the pain, but otherwise looked no worse for wear.

Fawkes settled himself back on the headboard, unseen by the teenagers on the bed, whilst the two older witches moved forward to come up beside the bed.

Ginny recovered first, and looked up at Madam Pomfrey. "What happened?" She asked.

"Well that's an improvement at least." Madam Pomfrey said swiftly.

"What?"

Minerva spoke up from the other side of the bed. "Oh really Poppy, they've just been through a terrible ordeal. You can at least be somewhat kind to them. I don't see why you insist on this persona in front of the students anyway."

"Oh all right then. Sorry, Ginny. I was commenting that that was the first time you'd got the full sentence out. I tried rennervating you several times yesterday, and each time you only got halfway through asking what had happened before you fell unconscious again."

Harry had recovered by this point as well, and looked slightly amused at the byplay between the Professor and Matron. "Madam Pomfrey, what happened to us? I remember chasing the Snitch into the air... but then nothing. What happened? Did we win the game?"

"From what we can tell Mr Potter, from what we could see on the ground and what Mr Malfoy has told us, you were attacked by a swarm of dementors above the pitch. You gave Mr Malfoy enough warning to return to the pitch safely, however you fell unconscious yourself. We found the Snitch in your hand when we brought you in. Gryffindor won."

"Really Minerva, you've left the important bits out!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. "When you fainted, you fell off your broom. Professor Dumbledore slowed your fall, whilst Professor McGonagall conjured a mat to soften your impact with the ground. That didn't save you from all your injuries though, so we brought you straight up here, and I spent the afternoon patching you up. I'm sorry to say you had a few broken bones and some large bruises, but they're as good as new now."