Harry's P.O.V
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I woke up with a bit of a headache but nothing terrible. I decided to go and try to find Madam Pomfrey to see if she will let me go. I don't know why everyone is so worried. I was just a bit under the weather. Nothing major. I spot Madam Pomfrey inside her office and walk to her. "May I please leave and go to breakfast Madam Pomfrey?" "Let me check your temperature first." She waves her wand over my forehead and it says 98.7. "Okay you can leave. But, if you feel the slightest bit sick you need to come back immediately." I nod in agreement and leave as quickly as possible so she doesn't change her mind. I go to my dormitory and gather my things and quickly change into my Hogwarts robes and run down to the Great Hall for breakfast. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione yell at the same time. They both run over and hug him. "Let go! Your going to squeeze me to death," I laugh. "Ron told me what happened. Are you feeling any better?" Hermione asks. "Better than ever."
Ron, Hermione, and Harry all take a seat at the Gryffindor tables just in time for breakfast. Hermione being Hermione asks Harry, "Did you finish that essay on Wolfesbane for Professor Snape?" "No I completely forgot! Can you help me?" Hermione takes out her essay for Harry to look at. A few minutes later Harry has his essay completed. By this time Harry begins to feel a bit sick to his stomach and his headache has began to be a bit worse. He shakes it off as nothing and decides to continue on with his day. The trio all have potions next with the disliked Professor Snape. They all completely despise him as he treats them so unfairly. But they have to do what they have to do.
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Sick (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)
FanfictionHarry Potter is sick. Very sick. When his friends find him screaming in pain it all changes.
