-everybody's free to fall-

[bobthewizard]

*a terrified cat shoots down a corridor high in the castle, aware that something mad is taking place but unable to process it*


*and many floors down, in the Hospital Wing, a pale, translucent ghost stands over a cot whose sheets are splashed with blood, listening to its occupant's long, tremulous breaths*

*though there is nothing here for him to write with, he feels that he should probably be doing something, searching for information, finding out what has happened so that Harry can deal with it and return to his proper age when he awakes.... but the sight of the injured boy, his pale skin and the pressure bandage on his lacerated throat, seems to freeze something within him, and he can only think that if Harry is to die, there is nothing to do that will matter at all.....*


*softly* I do know some things... I know where we are, if not why, and there are only a limited number of spells that could cause these effects, and if you wake up now--

*his voice has risen; with an effort he tones it down*


..It was never like you to miss out on the action. Getting up and leaving this infirmary would be highly dangerous in your condition.... I don't know at all why you haven't done it already.

*hands clasped rigidly behind his back, the ghost continues to speak, telling himself that surely, surely Harry can hear every word*

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Harry's eyelids fluttered and he gave a soft moan of pain. He remained sleeping, however on some level of his mind something changed. He let out a quiet sigh as what ever force possessed him during the madness of the past couple days left him. His fourteen year old mind wavered back into place and he fell into a deep, healing slumber, lulled by Bob's soothing voice.



[[And so Harry's back to 'normal'... for now.]]

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*at the same moment, the ghost shudders as all his thoughts and beliefs are abruptly rearranged -- the familiar walls of the Hospital Wing fall into place on a much better mental map of the castle, and he can't for the life of him remember why he had found it so odd that Harry was not older....*

*his world shaken, he slips a cold hand through Harry's bandages to re-analyze the wound, muttering* Not a dream.... but what in...? And where's the confounded mediwitch at a time like this?