Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

Waking up

Percy POV

"...rcy?"

"Percy, are you ok?"

I blink slowly as the world clears.  I squirm in the bed as a piercing pain fills my head.

"Wh-What happened?"  I ask, starting to sit up before collapsing back on the bed due to the pain in my skull.  

Harry peers over the edge of my bed, worry etched into his features.  Draco and Hermione are also there, holding several assortments of candy in their arms.  I nearly have a heart attack as Ron pops up from the other side of me, eating from a box of jelly beans.

"You saved my life." Harry says bluntly, blinking rapidly.  

"It was pretty awesome, actually." Hermione cuts in, her cheeks reddening.  "You just jumped in there, and injured the dragon a bit." The whole time Draco is silent.  He clutches the chocolate frog like a lifeline as he stares into nothing, obviously deep in thought.  

"Wait... so....Wow.  Harry, are you ok?" I say worriedly.

He laughs.  "Says the one in the hospital bed.  Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to you." Harry smiles winningly at me, teeth and all.  

Ron frowns.  "Well, on the downside, you did get disqualified from the first task.  They refused to give you a score.  Pretty angry that you stopped the bloody entertainment, I suppose."  Suddenly M Pomfrey hurries into the room, a cart rolling in front of her, holding medicines, and mysterious colorful liquids.  

That crazy lady better not be putting those in my body...

"Off all of you go, visiting time is up."  The nurse states, gesturing for the visitors to leave with her wand.  

I open my mouth to protest.  "But-"

"No buts, Jackson.  You need your rest.  Now, out." Everyone leaves, grumbling under their breaths.  Hermione and Draco drop their gifts off at the end of my bed, send their good wishes, and leave.  

I sigh.  I hate being alone.  It just gives me more time to think.  

My mind is a very scary place, no doubt about it.  

Especially for me.  I take a deep breath as Madam Pomfrey coming towards me with a bottle filled with purple liquid.  I stick my tongue out in distaste.  

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, Mr. Jackson," She sighs, and holds out the bottle.  I recoil, backing away from her.

"What is that stuff?" I ask. 

"Sleeping draught." She replies "I can mend the wounds in your sleep, and you need some rest."

Oh no.  This is bad.  This is very, very, bad.  

Sleep=nightmares.

Nightmares=Pain

Pain=Injuries

Injuries= Secret is out, I'm screwed, Everything is screwed, etc.

"No thank you." I say in a strained voice.  "I think I'll just chill here.  You know, relax awake."

"I'm sorry, Percy.  But I don't think that's an op-"

"Excuse me, Poppy.  I'll take it from here." Pomfrey pales as Dumbledore enters the room, followed by Snape.   Thank the gods for old Dumbles.

"In all due respect, headmaster, this boy needs to re-"

"Please, Poppy.  I insist.   And if you wouldn't mind to give us some privacy." Dumbledore says.  The nurse sighs, and leaves the room.