A Connection of minds

Chapter 3: Whispers

Still a week ago

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Harry woke up, dazed, in the hospital wing. He tried to get up but was overwhelmed by a stabbing pain inside his skull. Like a wave on a beach, crashing down upon him and pulling back, leaving a dull throbbing behind. He put a hand on his forehead and groaned. This attracted the attention of Madam Pomfrey. Though Harry couldn't see, due to him lacking his glasses, the matron picked somethings up from the small table in front of her and walked over to him with a glass of water and a wet cloth.

"Ah, Harry, I see you've finally woken up." She said, in her motherly tone. "Here, you'd better drink this, you've been burning up all day." She said, handing him the glass of water and swatting his hand away to put the cool cloth on his head instead.

Harry thanked her and closed his eyes again, trying to get his brain back in order. How did he get here? How long had he been here? Why did he have such a bad headache? He gratefully gulped down the water, calming the storm inside of him. Opening his eyes, he spotted his glasses on the small nightstand beside him. He grabbed them and put them back on, making the world a whole lot clearer.

Being slightly calmer now, he sat up successfully this time, looking around the room. It was all but empty (And I mean really, how many injuries can there be in the first week back?), apart for Renee, the crazy Hufflepuff, who tripped and fell of the astronomy tower and only lived because a fifth year Slytherin prefect, Mia Mcavinchey, happened to be up there. The girl waved at him. Harry waved back.

He was still very confused, however. What had happened? "Excuse me, Madam Pomfrey, but how did I get here?"

She glanced over her shoulder at him from bed next to his, that she was making as it appeared to have been recently used.

"Well, you see dear, Severus brought you here, unconscious and with a bad fever. He says you were attacked by another student, the identity of whom you alone are privy too, in the library this morning. You seemed to be in great pain but there was nothing either of us could do for you, none of the pain relief potions were working. You've been here maybe 4 hours now." She explained, a hint of pain in her eyes at her failure to help a student.

It all came rushing back to him now. He was in the library with Ron and Hermione, and a book was thrown. They were fighting so he decided to go fetch it before Mrs. Pince crucified them, but when he got there... When he got there... Nothing. He couldn't remember the rest. All he could recall was a blinding pain erupting in his head and someone grabbing his arm before he lost consciousness. That was it. The nurse had said that it was Snape that brought him here, and that he was supposedly attacked by a student. But there was every possibility he was lying.

It couldn't have been Snape that attacked him, could it?

No, he wouldn't have done it at Hogwarts, or in such a public place as the library. The man wasn't daft, and he had brought him up to the infirmary, a strange to do had it been him the attacker. Also Harry had no doubt that if he was in was a 1 on 1 duel with Snape, he wouldn't have woken up. But who could have wanted to harm him. Instantly, a list came to mind. Draco Malfoy would have loved to get his perfectly manicured mitts on him, or any other of the Slytherins for that matter, trying to get in good with the deatheaters.

He found that hard to believe as, again, he wasn't in a coffin six feet below the ground, and it would have been nothing short of a miracle if had he survived the killing curse again. Then he remembered, Ron and Hermione had been there. Maybe Hermione had seen somebody enter the library, as it was a safe to assume she had been there for a while.