A dark future

Help...

Some people helped carry Harry to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was one of the people carrying him. They lay him down on the first bed. Harry was the only patient here. Madam Pomfrey checked over him. 'I need Professor Snape,' she began. 'I need him to help with potions,' she continued. A Hufflepuff student raced off to get him.

Snape strode into the hospital wing. 'What potions are needed, Poppy?'
'Ah, Severus. I'll need a healing potion and a calming draught. Would that be OK for you?' She asked. Snape nodded a yes.

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Harry woke up. He stared up at the white ceiling. He knew he was in the hospital wing. All he remembered was the other three champions picking out their dragons then everything just went black. 'Harry, oh good, you're awake!' Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. Ron and Hermione were at either side of his bed. Madam Pomfrey was sat next to Hermione. 'Harry! Are you OK? What do you remember?' Hermione rushed.
'All I remember is the other three champions picking their dragons  then everything went black. I don't remember anything else.' Harry explained.

Harry tried to get up but Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let him. Ron tried to give him a chocolate frog but Pomfrey wouldn't let him. She had said something about it being worse for him to eat sweets and chocolate in this case. Ron didn't see why Harry couldn't have it now but he put the frog on the table so that he could have it later. Harry seemed calm. 'Ronald, Hermione, I think it's best for you to go now.' Madam Pomfrey told Harry's two best friends. Ron tried to protest but Hermione pulled him away. Madam Pomfrey then explained everything to Harry. 'Have you been feeling bad recently?' Harry had been feeling bad recently. He seemed to be getting worse at spells and he didn't know why. Pomfrey took a blood test. 'You can only go to one class today. You've been out for a week. Choose one class, but not one that requires too much wand usage.' She explained. This was so that she could get the results in. Harry chose Potions. The only other class he could've gone to that was on his schedule was History of Magic and he didn't quite want to go to that class. At least Potions is a little bit exciting. Harry thought. He headed down to the dungeon to Potions class. It was the first class on his schedule. Snape was already there. He was being a bit kinder to Harry than usual. They had to brew a perfect calming draught. Malfoy stirred the wrong amount of times, therefore making the Potion wrong. Harry smirked at this as, with Hermione's help, he had managed to brew a perfect calming draught. '10 points to gryffindor for Harry Potter's perfect Potion.' Snape moaned. When Harry got back to the hospital wing,the results were in...