Harry woke to the sound of voices and a ridiculously bright light, when he realized he wasn't in the gryffindor dorms the confusion set in. Slowly he opened his eyes, but still having to shut them again when the light was too bright for them to be adjusted already. "Where 'm I?" he slurred, still half asleep.
He heard the rustling of clothes and the slide of curtains before he heard the hogwarts matrons voice, "Mr. Potter, finally awake are we?"
"What am I doing here?"
"Well Mr. Potter, it seems you lost consciousness, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger brought you in not long before lunch," she went to continue but the hospital wing doors burst open and Hermione, Ron and weirdly enough Draco was following not far behind them. As can be expected Hermione had a large book under her left arm and she came to sit beside Harry.
"Madame Pomfrey! I know how to help him!" she shouted, which earned her a glare from Poppy. "There's three options, though I don't much like the third one.."
She got a quiet "continue" from the school matron, which cause Hermione to start talking three miles a minute.
"There's surgery of course but the risks.. he could loose his ability to love, he could die. He's likely to not be able to breathe properly for the rest of his life, the next option is that he can experience true love," her eyes flickered over to an oddly quiet -and blushing??- Draco Malfoy before continuing, "or.. he could leave it be and let the disease take its course..". By the end her eyes were brimming with unshed tears and she looked to Harry, a small smile playing on her lips, though she was still on the verge of tears, and asked him what he would like to do.
