"Lucky the ground was so soft."
"I thought he was dead for sure."
"But he didn't even break his glasses."
Harry could hear the voices whispering, but they made no sense
whatsoever. He didn't have a clue where he was, or how he'd got there, or
what he'd been doing before he got there. All he knew was that every inch of
him was aching as though it had been beaten.
"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."
Harry's eyes snapped open. He was lying in the hospital wing. The
Gryffindor Quidditch team, spattered with mud from head to foot, was
gathered around his bed. Ron and Hermione were also there, looking as
though they'd just climbed out of a swimming pool.
"Harry!" said Fred, who looked extremely white underneath the mud.
"How're you feeling?"
"What happened?" he said, sitting up so suddenly they all gasped.
"You fell off," said Fred. "Must've been - what - fifty feet?"
"We thought you'd died," said Alicia, who was shaking.
Hermione made a small, squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely
bloodshot.
"But the match," said Harry. "What happened? Are we doing a replay?"
"We didn't - lose?"
Suddenly all the teams smuggling at him.
"You did a good job ,Harry," said Wood proudly, grabbing his shoulder and shook it lightly.
Felt relieved, he looked around them, a person...
"Where's Rene?"
"There, she had been unconscious for hours already. Madam Pomfrey said that she need a good rest." A bed in a corner was slightly being cover by a closed curtain.
"What do you mean ?"
"Well, after you fall down she follow you right after a few minutes, it was relief that Hermione took notice of her but if not--," said Fred shaking his head.
"It was just in flash , when she flew passing by us with the broom, everyone was mad at her when she suddenly intervened the game but lastly they decided not to." All of them nodded along.
"She did a good job at saving you , Harry," said George.
"But-how does she know- i mean - about the dementors.., don't you guys think it's weird?" said Alicia looking at the curtain. That's caught a lot of attenton, everyone were frowning with a deep thoughts on their mind.
The team trooped out, trailing mud behind them. Madam Pomfrey shut the
door behind them, looking disapproving.
Ron and Hermione moved nearer to
Harry's bed.
"Dumbledore was really angry," Hermione said in a quaking voice. "I've
never seen him like that before. He ran onto the field as both of you fell, but you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground but Rene -almost couldn't make it when he waved his wand causing her slowed down a few inches before she-,"Hermione sniffling so hard cause her sentence to cut off.
"Then he magicked you two onto a stretcher," said Ron. "And walked up to
school with both of you floating on it"
Harry sank down to the bed ,feel slightly quilty with what just happen.
"Ha-rry, it's -not your fault. . .,"Ron and Hermione looking at him so anxiously that he quickly cast around for something matter-of-fact to say.
"Did someone get my Nimbus?"
Ron and Hermione looked quickly at each other.
"Er -"
"What?" said Harry, looking from one to the other.
"Well . . . when you fell off, it got blown away," said Hermione hesitantly.
"And?"
"And it hit - it hit - oh, Harry - it hit the Whomping Willow."
"And?" he said, dreading the answer.
"Well, you know the Whomping Willow," said Ron. "It - it doesn't like
being hit."
"Professor Flitwick brought it back just before you came around," said
Hermione in a very small voice.
Slowly, she reached down for a bag at her feet, turned it upside down, and
tipped a dozen bits of splintered wood and twig onto the bed, the only remains
of Harry's faithful, finally beaten broomstick.
The sound of bird tapping on the window was the only thing that managed to wake her up. She tried to sitting up but she's found it extremely difficult. Plotting her head back on the pillow ,she stare at her surroundings, the curtains still closing her from view of the huge room of hospital wings, before her eyes landed on a bunch of gifts on the table beside her. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of it.
But most importantly, did she managed to change the plot? Gryffindor should be win if she successfully done it.
Groaned at the headache, she tried her second attempt to get up, but she managed this time. She took a peek at every gift she received , slowly she open a card with green cover.
Get well.
Quick.
D.M
There only person that she could think with that D.M surname...
She chuckled lightly at his card. She really appreciated his concern now.
Putting the card away she took a look at others. Hagrid sent her
a bunch of earwiggy flowers that looked like yellow cabbages,Ginny gave her a get well soon card also , while Hermione, Ron and professor Lupin gave her a bunch of chocolates, and one of it was her favourite flavour ,milk chocolate.
Without any second thought ,she immediately open its wrapper and shoved the chocolates to her mouth that when the curtain was pulled back by Madam Pomfrey.
"You shouldn't eat that too much,"said Madam Pomfrey sternly while locking her arm at her ,causing Renevia to hide her "oxygen tank" behind her back and smile sheepishly at the woman.
Madam Pomfrey was shaking her head at her childish antic,before handling her a goblets,it was awfully smelly potion. Renevia took it at one gulp causing her nose to wrinkle. It was horrible taste.
"So Ms Donovan , could you tell me the shape of your birthmark on your chest?"
"Er- it's almost shape like a heart. . ." Renevia looked at Madam Pomfrey with weird look , why does she suddenly ask that?
"Here," Madam Pomfrey handling her a book.
Frowning at the spontaneous act, she trailed her eyes down at the cover.
A folk healer
Lifting her her head at Madam Pomfrey who still look straight to her eyes and she said,
"A healer. I can see you the only person that worthy to learn it."
"W-wait? What? I- don't understand------why it would be me? Why not everyone else?"said Renevia,looking rather disbelief.
"Let me tell you a something,"-- Madam Pomfrey sighed, she took a chair and sat down before went on,--"that mark on your chest ,"she pointed at her chest,"it carry one meaning, it called Universal Love. And most of people with those marks are gifted hand, that's mean they have a healing magic."
"But don't we have those healing spells?"
"Healing Spells are different from healing magic. As you can see, that healing magic that we called white magic is nothing less than essence of life itself.
White magic was practiced through healing, blessing, charms, incantations, prayers, and songs. With respect to the philosophy of left-hand path and right-hand path, besides white magic is the benevolent counterpart of malicious black magic."said Madam Pomfrey sternly.
"And for addition, casting a healing magic uses the power of the mind to engage the body to heal, it's need a lot of focus . People always says that Kill is harder than heal but pardon me, killing need only few second to be done but healing took forever."
Renevia just listen carefully to her every words while her mind is playing game with her. There's have many questions inside her head.
Doesn't she only a muggleborn ? What are on earth does she have those ability? Beside, her past life, she only a regular teenage that living her whole life studying, until one day life decided to take her breath and now she reincarnated inside her favourite world.
But there a something weird. . . Her birthmark. She still have it on her chest after her past life and what's more disbelief is professor Trelawney including Madam Pomfrey also stated that it carry a meaning-- universal love.
Madam Pomfrey still have her eyes lingered at the teenage girl who seemingly still in deep thoughts, she couldn't help but need to tell her about this. It was shocking when she first saw her birthmark while treating her. After witnessing thing that somehow incredulity, she immediately reported it to the Headmaster, professor Dumbledore.
But that old man seemingly know everything like always and he even told her to assist her personally . For the second time, she inhale and exhale her breath.
"You read that book first, after done come to me again. I will teach you the first level of healing magic first, there are consist three level, so i really need you to focus with everything."
Renevia just nodded and put aside her healing book .
"Rest first, you can discharge from here in evening."
"How long have i been here?"said Renevia while laying down on her bed again.
"Whole day"
"What?! Am i that weak?! Wait! Oh my god!! I need to get out!"
Renevia was about to get up when Madam Pomfrey plot her down again.
"Don't you dare! Now lay down!"
"B-but..! Where is Harry?" Still ,she tried her best to get up.
"He discharged earlier than you and now lay down!"
"Oh ,come on!!"
***
It was a relief to return to the noise and bustle of the main school on Monday,
where she finally get out from the hospital wings.
Malfoy was almost beside Harry with sneer at Gryffindor's win.
He had finally taken off his bandages, and having the full use of both arms again by doing spirited imitations of Harry falling off his broom except her. Renevia could only rolled her eyes at sight of him. If it wasn't for his genuine concern, she would hex him.
Malfoy spent much of their next Potions class doing dementor imitations across the dungeon; Ron finally cracked and flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, which hit him in the face and caused Snape to take fifty points from Gryffindor.
"If Snape's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'm skiving off,"
said Ron as they headed toward Lupin's classroom after lunch.
"Check who's
in there, Hermione."
Hermione peered around the classroom door.
"It's okay!"
Professor Lupin was back at work. Renevia silently cheered happily but then slumped again at the sight of his condition. It certainly looked as though he had been ill. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were dark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they took their seats, and they burst at once into an explosion of complaints about Snape's behavior while Lupin had been ill.
Renevia just sighed , don't they have manner? He just comeback from the transformation.
Luckily she bring a bar of chocolates in her robes and maybe she could give him later.
"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"
"We don't know anything about werewolves -"
"- two rolls of parchment!"
"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Lupin asked,
frowning slightly.
The babble broke out again.
"Yes, but he said we were really behind -"
"- he wouldn't listen -"
"- two rolls of parchment!"
Professor Lupin smiled at the look of indignation on every face.
"Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor Snape. You don't have to do the
essay."
"Oh no," said Hermione, looking very disappointed. "I've already finished
it!"
It was lucky, Renevia remember the plot so that she wouldn't waste her time to do it.
They had a very enjoyable lesson. Professor Lupin had brought along a
glass box containing a hinkypunk, a little one-legged creature who looked as
though he were made of wisps of smoke, rather frail and harmless-looking.
"Lures travelers into bogs," said Professor Lupin as they took notes. "You
notice the lantern dangling from his hand? Hops ahead - people follow the
light - then -"
The hinkypunk made a horrible squelching noise against the glass.
When the bell rang, everyone gathered up their things and headed for the
door,
"Wait a moment, Harry and Renevia,"
Lupin called. "I'd like a word."
Both of them doubled back and watched Professor Lupin covering the hinkypunk's box with a cloth.
"I heard about the match," said Lupin, turning back to his desk and starting
to pile books into his briefcase, "and I'm sorry about your broomstick. Is there any chance of fixing it?"
"No," said Harry. "The tree smashed it to bits."
Lupin sighed.
"They planted the Whomping Willow the same year that I arrived at
Hogwarts. People used to play a game, trying to get near enough to touch the
trunk. In the end, a boy called Davey Gudgeon nearly lost an eye, and we
were forbidden to go near it. No broomstick would have a chance."
"Did you hear about the dementors too?" said Harry with difficulty.
Lupin looked at him quickly. Renevia just stood there, listen closely to their conversation.
"Yes, I did. I don't think any of us have seen Professor Dumbledore that
angry. They have been growing restless for some time . . . furious at his
refusal to let them inside the grounds. . . . I suppose they were the reason you
fell? And you too, Renevia..."
"Yes," said both of them but Harry hesitated, and then the question he had to ask burst from him before he could stop himself.
"Why? Why do they affect me like
that? Am I just - ? "
"It has nothing to do with weakness," said Renevia abruptly. "The dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don't have." She patted his shoulder at sign of comfort for him. Lupin just smiled warmly at them.
A ray of wintery sunlight fell across the classroom, illuminating Lupin's
gray hairs and the lines on his young face.
"Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They
infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain
peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Even Muggles feel
their presence, though they can't see them. Get too near a dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like
itself . . . soulless and evil. You'll be left with nothing but the worst
experiences of your life. And the worst that happened to you, Harry, is enough
to make anyone fall off their broom. You have nothing to feel ashamed of."
"When they get near me -" Harry stared at Lupin's desk, his throat tight.
"I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum."
Lupin made a sudden motion with his arm as though to grip Harry's
shoulder, but thought better of it. There was a moment's silence, then -
"Why did they have to come to the match?" said Harry bitterly.
"They're getting hungry," said Lupin coolly, shutting his briefcase with a
snap. "Dumbledore won't let them into the school, so their supply of human
prey has dried up. . . . I don't think they could resist the large crowd around
the Quidditch field. All that excitement . . . emotions running high . . . it was their idea of a feast."
"But now I think about it, how do you know about them, Rene?" Ask Harry , causing Lupin to stare at her too.
Renevia just calmly look at them before she collected a good sentence as an excuse.
"Well, because I know that the Dementors still out there looking for Sirius Black, and besides just like Professor Lupin said that professor Dumbledore won't let them inside school and it's obviously that they will likely targeting their feast when we are at the outside school." She said, shrugging.
Lupin nodded in approvement.
"Then Azkaban must be terrible," Harry muttered. Lupin nodded grimly.
"The fortress is set on a tiny island, way out to sea, but they don't need
walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they're all trapped inside
their own heads, incapable of a single cheerful thought. Most of them go mad
within weeks."
"But Sirius Black escaped from them," Harry said slowly. "He got
away. . . ."
Renevia just feel sorry for Lupin, if he'd know about the truth behind the tragic event.
Lupin's briefcase slipped from the desk; he had to stoop quickly to catch it.
"Yes," he said, straightening up, "Black must have found a way to fight
them. I wouldn't have believed it possible. . . . Dementors are supposed to
drain a wizard of his powers if he is left with them too long. . . ."
"You made that dementor on the train back off," said Harry suddenly.
"There are - patronus charm just like Renevia displayed to us that day" said Lupin.
"But there was only one dementor on the train. The more there are, the more difficult it becomes to resist. But Renevia could you tell me how do you finally able to do it?"
"Well , I'm sort of improved -I guess," but the truth is she always turn the time turner to use the extra times to get outside and confront some Dementors ,to practice her Patronus, so that why her energy easily drained out during the day of the match. If you ask how she able to get outside without getting caught, she use The Disillusionment Charm .
Lupin still look warily at her but then he shake it off.
"Can you teach me?" said Harry at once.
"I don't pretend to be an expert at fighting dementors, Harry . . . quite the
contrary. . . ."
"But if the dementors come to another Quidditch match, I need to be able
to fight them -"
Lupin looked into Harry's determined face, hesitated, then said, "Well . . .
all right. I'll try and help. But it'll have to wait until next term, I'm afraid. I
have a lot to do before the holidays. I chose a very inconvenient time to fall
ill. You can come also Renevia,"
She beamed at the statement, lightly grinned at Harry who grinned back.
"Get well soon, Professor," she said ,handling a bar of chocolate for him before leaving with Harry.