Foresaken (Old, being rewrote)

Goblins, Ministers and Brooding oh no!

Hospital food, depending on where you get the food, it can appear like total slop or some half-assed glory of the culinary arts. In this case, it seemed to be some twisted mistaken combination of the two. The glob looked like Jabba the hutt from Star Wars, or some viscous pile of forgotten road kill ground into a fine chunks then dumped in some gravy left in a kitchen for ten long, painful, nose bleeding disgusting years. Harry didn't want to even touch it, it was like politely asking to get a fatal bout of food poisoning. The smell encroaching off the mass hurt his nose, and made something in the pit of stomach feel woozy.

"Sorry, I couldn't get you anything much better," The voice of the nurse who brought the food was flat, bland but not horrible sounding. She had flat black glimmering hair pulled up into a messy tall bun, her thin lips were painted with black lipstick, her skin was a darker shade of reddish tan that went well with striking bright amber eyes, "With the war going on, we are having a mild food shortage. If you wait until you get discharged you can go to a store and see if you can get anything, Mr. Peverell."

"Thank you, Ms..?" Harry trailed off keeping his voice soft as a smile twitched across the nurses lips.

"I'm Evelyn Prince, pure-blood, if you need to know," The dubbed Evelyn Prince spoke, her words smooth and well rounded.

"Thank you, Mrs. Prince," Harry hummed, his stomach making a twisting feeling, compelling him to pick up the sad looking metal spoon that was laid next to the mass he had to eat. Trying to reason with himself over whether he should eat the eye pain mound of food, he grimaced before seizing the metal spoon in his hand. With a painful look on his face, he lowered the spoon, gathered a small amount of the goo on his spoon and didn't allow himself to rethink options as he plunged it into his mouth.

It seemed to dissolve into his mouth, it tasted watery and old. With now certain taste, with no rememberable traits. Swallowing the first bite of his meal, he was satisfied to know it may smell like a rotting corpse, but tasted like air. With a somber feeling silence Harry quietly ate the mush, whatever it was filled him quick and soon he had an empty plate but a full stomach. Harry set the spoon with a small clang back on the tray the food was brought on, instantly Evelyn snatched it up and placed it over on the counter.

"I don't know how someone could eat that," Evelyn quietly said, shaking her head with a mildly amused look on her face, "If my daughter had that go anywhere near her or her plate she'd take to a hunger strike until she got real food."

"Daughter?" Harry asked, feeling inclined to continue the conversation as he had nothing better to do.

"Yes, her name is Elieen. She's in her second year, Slytherin and an absolute joy in potions," A smile played across the woman's face, her old face softening, "She says she's going to be a potion master when she grows up, and I'll believe it. She has a talent, and she needs to use it."

"If you have something your good at, you need to go for it," Harry agreed mildly, the woman nodding in agreement before going on.

"I told her that her whole life, I just hope none of those boys at school convince her otherwise. I would hate for her potential to waste away. I think she won't have any trouble, as a Mr. Tom Riddle is keeping an eye on her at school," Evelyn chattered her tone not as soft as it was, "I just hope he doesn't think he could have his way with my daughter, I do hope..."

Ah, yes, Tom Riddle is alive. The Tom Riddle that turns into Voldemort. The Voldemort who killed his parents. That Tom Riddle. Harry had known Tom Riddle would be around, it was 1942 after all, but it just hadn't clicked he was also at Hogwarts. Now isn't this and oversight, Harry thought to himself, with my luck, the snake face will take interest in me. Another thing clicked into place, as he connected the dots who he was talking to and their daughters name, Elieen Prince sounded familiar and that was because she was. Elieen Snape was Severus Snape's mother. Maybe I didn't fully think everything through, Harry told himself as he decided to zone back into what the pure-blood nurse was talking about.