The Escort

I had been cleared to leave early the next morning. And upon my exit I saw a table full of flowers, chocolate frogs, and various Get well soon cards from random people. The most notable being from Snape, which wasn't actually a get well soon card but a list of homework.

I could feel the heaviness of my body after just 2 days of bedrest. And it was nearly impossible to keep my eyes from looking at the scars on my hand.

Just below my middle finger, was a scar that cut down my entire hand to my wrist. I barely remember walking up to the Dragon, with the bottle in that hand.

What happened after, was a complete mystery.

Now I was being led to my room, so I could spend the day resting. The earliest Madam Pomfrey wanted me going back was 2 days from now, but she would settle for tomorrow if I felt up to it.

"I really don't want to go lay down again," I said.