I will always find you

GOF 17

When Dumbledore pushed open the door to the hospital wing Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione were grouped around a harassed-looking Madam Pomfrey. They were demanding to know where Harry was and what had happened to him. Ella was sat on one of the beds waiting as Harry walked in she looked up at him and rushed over to him, hugging him as he hugged her back just as tightly, neither of them saying a word to the other. All of the others whipped around and Mrs. Weasley let out a kind of muffled scream.

"Harry! Oh Harry!" She started to hurry toward him, but Dumbledore moved between them.

"Molly," he said, holding up a hand, "please listen to me for a moment. Harry has been through a terrible ordeal tonight. He has just had to relive it for me. What he needs now is sleep, and peace, and quiet. If he would like you all to stay with him," he added, looking around at Ron, Hermione, and Bill too, "you may do so. But I do not want you questioning him until he is ready to answer, and certainly not this evening." Mrs. Weasley nodded. She was very white. She rounded on Ron, Hermione, and Bill as though they were being noisy, and hissed,

"Did you hear? He needs quiet!" Harry still hadn't released Ella from the hug as she glanced down at the black dog and smiled.

"Headmaster," said Madam Pomfrey, staring at the great black dog that was Sirius, "may I ask what -?"

"This dog will be remaining with Harry for a while," Dumbledore said simply. "I assure you, he is extremely well trained. Harry - I will wait while you get into bed." Harry finally released Ella and looked at Dumbledore. "I will be back to see you as soon as I have met with Fudge, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I would like you to remain here tomorrow until I have spoken to the school." He left. As Madam Pomfrey led Harry to a nearby bed, he caught sight of the real Moody lying motionless in a bed at the far end of the room. His wooden leg and magical eye were lying on the bedside table.

"Is he okay?" Harry asked.

"He'll be fine," said Madam Pomfrey, giving Harry some pajamas and pulling screens around him. He took off his robes, pulled on the pajamas, and got into bed. Ella, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Mrs. Weasley, and the black dog came around the screen and settled themselves in chairs on either side of him. Ron and Hermione were looking at him almost cautiously, as though scared of him whilst Ella just sat beside him as he linked his hand with hers needing some comfort that only his best friend could bring.

"I'm all right," he told Ron and Hermione. "Just tired." Mrs. Weasleys eyes filled with tears as she smoothed his bed-covers unnecessarily. Madam Pomfrey, who had bustled off to her office, returned holding a small bottle of some purple potion and a goblet.

"You'll need to drink all of this. Harry," she said. "It's a potion for dreamless sleep." Harry took the goblet and drank a few mouthfuls. Before he could finish the potion, before he could say another word, his exhaustion had carried him off to sleep. Ella looked at Sirius as he rested his head on her lap making her smile as she gently ran her hand through his fur. it wasn't long before Harry was woken by shouting.

"They'll wake him if they don't shut up!"

"What are they shouting about? Nothing else can have happened, can it?" Mrs. Weasley was on her feet.

"That's Fudge's voice," she whispered. "And that's Minerva McGonagall's, isn't it? But what are they arguing about?" People were shouting and running toward the hospital wing.

"Regrettable, but all the same, Minerva -" Cornelius Fudge was saying loudly.

"You should never have brought it inside the castle!" yelled Professor McGonagall. "When Dumbledore finds out -" The hospital doors burst open. Unnoticed by any of the people around his bed, all of whom were staring at the door as Bill pulled back the screens, Harry sat up and put his glasses back on. Fudge came striding up the ward. Professors McGonagall and Snape were at his heels. Ella glanced at Harry who sent her a small smile before they looked back towards the noise.