Trip Through time

Abused?

We sat in rows as we heard each named being called.

For once, I was completely relaxed as the events took place.

That all stopped with two words, barely even whispered my Dumbledore.

“Harry Potter.”
 

I slowly woke up as I looked around. It took me a few seconds for me to remember what happened and why I was in the hospital wing. I could see Madam Pomphrey racing around the room. I smiled softly at the peace the chaos brought.

“Ah, Mister Potter, you’re awake,” Madam Pomphrey exclaimed as she ran to my bed. “Are you in any pain?”

I shook my head before rubbing my hand. “It’s numb mainly.”

“Can you try moving your fingers?” She asked me as I tried to do as I was told. I could move my thumb and pinkie easily but the others were still unresponsive. Madam Pomphrey let out a sigh as she looked at me. “After I finish, I’ll like to talk to you. You might find it more comfortable in my office.”

I nodded as I got up and went to the room.

The room was cosy with a fireplace in the back. A beautiful wooden oak desk sat in front of the fire with a chair between them. On the side facing the door there was two more chairs matching the one Madam Pomphrey had. A series of couches filled the room making it feel like a living room rather than an office. Potions and books lined the shelf filled walls.

I hesitantly sat down on one of the chairs, which was incredible comfy! While I waited, I had a look at my hand. For the first time in what must have been three weeks, I could see skin covering my hand. My bones had fitted back in place. My blood veins were in line and working happily.

I smiled widely at how my hand looked. No longer was it a jumble of scars and bones but an actual working hand.

“I see you’re happy with my work.”

I jumped from Madam Pomphrey’s sudden entrance. I shyly lowered my head as I nodded. “Y-yes… Thank you…”

“Now, now, there is no need for that.” Madam Pomphrey stated as she sat on her chair. “Mister Potter, do you know why I asked you here?” I shook my head as she sighed. “Mister Potter- Harry, I told you I’ve done this once before. For an old student. She was badly hurt because the same reason I believe you were hurt.”

My heart started pounding in my chest as my breath quickened. No, no, no, no, no. No! She can’t know! She can’t have found out!

“Harry, I need to know, were you- are you… abused?”

“Harry Potter!”

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to go up there. I didn’t want to be a part of this.

Moine grabbed my arm as she forced me to my feet. I gave her begging eyes, pleading her not to do this to me, but she just pushed me forward.

I shyly walked forward as the students glared at me and shouted at me. I walked forward and took the piece of paper which I knew instantly wasn’t one of mine, not that I would have put it in even if I did have it. I avoided his glare as I walked to the back. I spotted the three champions instantly, Fleur, Viktor and Cedric, who watched me confusedly. I wanted to hide from them. They deserved to be here, I didn’t.

“Harry! Harry! Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?!” Dumbledore screamed as he came storming into the room. He grabbed my collar harshly as he pushed me into the table behind me.

“N-no sir!” I stammered out fearfully as I tried to block out the unwanted memories surfacing. I didn’t want to go back there. I wanted to be let go. I wanted to hide!