Chapter 4: Healing
Harry had finally managed to regain his sea legs as he, Ron, and Hermione reached the castle. Hedwig was still shifting restlessly on his shoulder.
"It's all right, Hedwig," he soothed, stroking her as Hermione did the same. "I'm starting to feel better now."
"Madam Pomfrey will patch Harry up in a heartbeat, and he'll be good as new." Hermione told her.
Before Ron could chime in, Madam Pomfrey came toward them.
"Harry, what's happened?" she asked.
"Bowtruckle attack," Harry answered simply.
"There's a simple charm for this. Close your eyes."
Harry obliged her as he stroked Hedwig again.
"Reparo wounds," said Madam Pomfrey. A moment later, the gashes had disappeared completely, and Madam Pomfrey was offering him a clear liquid. "Drink, go on," she said gently. "It restores the blood you lost."
Harry nodded, gulping thirstily. "Should I stay up in the hospital wing for awhile?" he asked.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "Actually, it's better if you keep moving so the liquid has time to spread through your system."
"Thanks," Harry said simply.
Madam Pomfrey merely smiled.
With that, Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the castle again to enjoy the sunshine. Harry held his arm out, allowing Hedwig to fly around for a bit. Suddenly, she hooted in alarm and flew back onto his shoulder.
"Hagrid!" Hermione called.
Harry and Ron glanced around. Hagrid had fallen in the grass and was struggling to get up again.
Without thinking, the trio rushed forward to help him as Hedwig bounced along on Harry's shoulder.