Waking up | By : Pegasus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 12
The hours ticked by. He sat there witnessing the nurses come and go, administering potions and checking vital signs. He watched her attentively for the first few hours but nothing much seemed to happen to her. If anything she started to look even paler. If that was at all possible. He tried to stay out of everybody's way. Sipping at his polyjuice potion in regular intervals. When he had seen the Granger girl he had already thought his game was up. But seeing the Potter brat and his red haired sidekick walking down the corridor nearly gave him a heart attack. Of all the times when they could have taken her out for lunch they had to show up today. He had held up his magazine in the hope that they would just all go away, but alas, no such luck. He had to risk being discovered. But the dunderheads had not noticed anything wrong with him. They had not commented on his strange way of speaking either. He knew his voice was unique, a dead giveaway. So he had tried to speak softer and higher and a little raspy. It had totally escaped them. How those two had managed to pass their aurors’ training, and passed they must have because they had been wearing the auror robes, it was quite beyond him. But then again, polyjuice was a powerful potion and they had had no reason to suspect anything. He would have to be careful with the Granger girl though. She had always been the smartest of the lot and she would be around him a lot. He had to make sure he wouldn’t give himself away.
Sophie was out cold all day. He did get up every now and then to use the loo and stretch his legs. And one of the nurses was thoughtful enough to provide some food. But apart from that not much seemed to happen. When the evening approached, Granger showed up again. She performed an intricately patterned spell and then turned to him.
“I think we have them destroyed but it left her with seriously damaged tissue. We will start the re-growing process immediately and we will also apply some stabilising charms to keep her inner organs working. Organ failure really is the last thing we want at this stage. Now don’t be alarmed if she starts tossing and turning. As I explained before, she will be in pain. But she is in a better shape than I had dared to hope so I think we will manage to get her through this.”
“Should you be making such assumptions?”
“Sir, I have had quite a few cases in my life and time and I can assure you I should be very much surprised if your wife won’t pull through this. From what I can see, her body is responding much better than I could have anticipated to the potions.”
“Potions often have side effects that you don’t notice straight away. Just like cancer, it can seem to be gone but actually you just missed a single cell and it shows up again when you least expect it.”
“Sir, I can assure you, I was very thorough in the examination of your wife. I have not missed anything. We will now start the regeneration process of the tissue that was destroyed. As I said, this process will be painful. Some relatives find it too hard to be around loved ones when they experience this amount of discomfort.”
At those words he just stared at her as if she had grown a second head.
“I will remain by her side. That is something I can assure you of.”
“Very well.” she left to go fetch her assistant. She did feel a bit annoyed at this man’s behaviour. He had questioned her competence. This hadn’t happened in years. At first, when she started practising as a healer here at St. Mungo’s, she was often looked at with scepticism. She had been young. One of the youngest graduates of the prestigious healer’s training course of the hospital’s own school ever. Her patients had been unnerved by her youth. They had found it difficult to trust her and she had worked hard to learn the social skills it took to understand their fears and talk them out of them. She had thought she had left those days behind, but this man was taking her back to her … to when? When had she ever felt so belittled and so questioned in the very things that were her very own area of expertise? She tried to remember...and the only time she came up with were potions lessons with Snape. He had always had a way to make her feel small and insignificant. But with him it was not something she had ever questioned, not just because he had been a teacher, but also because he was a master of his profession. Even at her young age back then she had recognised his sharp intellect and his vast knowledge. And in spite of his behaviour towards her she had always admired his skills and erudition. But this man… he was a potions master, true. But apart from that there was no indication that he would have the competence to judge her skills and question her work. But that hadn’t stopped him. Maybe he had some medical knowledge. Every good potions master worth his salt had that. They needed it. But she was a trained healer, for Merlin’s sake. She had worked hard for her degree and she had lots of experience to prove her skills. And why did it bother her so that he did? She should really be above such things.
When they administered the first round of regeneration potions he went out for a moment to use the bathroom and check on his looks to make sure the polyjuice hadn’t worn off yet.
When he returned Granger was checking Sophie for a last time and then left the room without another word.
He sat down by her side again. The first two hours nothing happened. Then the moaning started. After four and a half hours the moaning was accompanied by restless threshing and another one and a half hours later she started screaming and crying. He held her hand and tried to talk to her, tried soothing her. Her suffering started to grate on his nerves. But he had told Granger he would not leave her and he wouldn’t. He had taken her here. It was his doing that had brought her this pain, so he felt he had to witness it. He could not take the pain from her but he hoped wherever she was in her sedated state that she felt she was not alone. He knew from experience that the thing worse than suffering was suffering alone. He just hoped it would be worth it. He hoped she would wake up from this and be healed, remembering the ordeal only as a hazy nightmare.
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