enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 1: Hospital Wing

Felicity's POV

I slowly opened my eyes to reveal Voldemort standing in front of me, cackling maliciously.

Just kidding.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the harsh, bright lights of the Hospital Wing. I groaned, the pounding in my head increasing. I looked around, searching for Harry or Hermione or Ron or Neville or someone I knew. I spotted Harry, who was sleeping soundly under a mass of blankets.

"Harry," I hissed. He stirred and groaned. "Harry," I whispered again. He groaned again and sat up, putting on his glasses. "Felicity?" he asked groggily. "Yeah," I said, "It's me. Do you know what happened? The last thing I remember is a misty Voldy, and then it's all dark."

He shook his head. "I don't know... Wait, did you just call the darkest wizard of all time 'Voldy'?" he asked incredulously. I shrugged in answer. He looked like he was about to say something else before he noticed the piles of 'Get Well' cards and gifts. I laughed and looked at my own small pile. I picked up a Chocolate Frog, almost undoubtedly from Ron.

Footsteps sounded throughout the empty Hospital Wing and my head snapped to the entrance, where none other than Professor Dumbledore was walking towards our beds.

"Good afternoon, Harry, Felicity," he greeted. "Ah, Treacle Fudge," he said, picking up and wrapped candy from Harry's pile, "And much more, from your admirers." "Admirers?" Harry and I questioned in unison. 

Dumbledore nodded. "What happened down in the dungeons between you two and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows," he informed us nonchalantly. 

I stifled a laugh as he continued, picking up an empty Chocolate Frog wrapper from Harry's pile. "I see your friend Ron has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frog," he remarked, smiling.

"Ron was here? Is he alright?" Harry questioned. "What about Hermione?" I inquired, clutching the bed sheets in a tight fist. Dumbledore held up his hand in a 'calm down' motion. "Fine, fine, they're both fine," he said soothingly. Harry and I nodded, satisfied, before a question surfaced in my mind.

"But, sir, what happened to the Stone?" Dumbledore only smiled. "Relax, dear girl, the Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I had a little chat and agreed it was for the best," he said reassuringly. "But... Flamel. He'll die, won't he?" Harry asked. "Nicholas Flamel has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order, but yes. He will die," Dumbledore replied sadly.

"Sir, how is it I got the Stone? One minute, I was there in the mirror, and the next-" Dumbledore cut Harry off. "Only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And, between us three... that is saying something."

"Does that mean, without the Stone, Voldemort will never come back?" I asked curiously. Dumbledore thought for a moment and sat down at the edge of my hospital bed. "I'm afraid there are still ways in which he can return... But, Harry, do you know why Quirrell could not bear your hands touching him?" Harry shook his head. "It was because of your mother," Dumbledore continued, "She sacrificed herself for you. And that kind of act leaves a mark."

Harry's hand went to his scar, but Dumbledore shook his head. "Not that kind of mark, Harry. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin."

Harry looked as confused as I felt. "What is it?" he asked, bewildered. "Love, Harry. Love," Dumbledore replied gently. He stood up to leave and paused at my pile of goodies, which I had been devouring over the past few minutes.

"Ah, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans... I was very unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavored one," he said, picking up the box. I made a face and continued chewing on my licorice wand. "And since then, I've lost my liking for them," he said, reaching into the box and pulling out a yellow-brown one, "But, maybe, I will be safe with a nice toffee." He popped it into his mouth and chewed before grimacing. "Alas," he announced, "Earwax."

Harry and I exchanged smiles and Dumbledore winked before walking out.

***

Later that day, we were excused from the hospital, both of us with only minor scratches, cuts, and bruises that should heal within the week. Madame Pomfrey managed to fix up my ankle, and concussion with a few potions and spells, leaving only sore limbs and a dull headache. 

We walked out of the Hospital Wing and up to the Gryffindor tower, and I smiled when I spotted Ron and Hermione bickering at the top of the stairwell. Harry and I laughed and their attention turned to us.

"Alright there, Ron?" Harry asked, a crooked smile on his face. "Eh, alright," Ron replied, fighting back a grin, "You?" Harry shrugged, still smirking, "Alright."

"Hermione?" I asked playfully, "You alright?" She smiled, and laughed. "Never better," she replied.