Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.

Warnings: Minor language.

A/N: Sorry, this update took longer than I planned. Right now, fantasy is better than reality. I'm beginning work on Chapter 8, so hopefully it won't take as long as this chapter did.


Chapter 7

"And Potter's got the snitch! Potter's got the snitch! 150 points for Gryffindor! And Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup, I don't believe it!"

Harry could hear the cheers from where he lay on the ground. He could feel the faintly beating metal wings of the snitch brushing against his hand.

"Good game, Harry." It was Cho, offering him a hand up. He reached to take it, but pain laced up his legs and he crumpled to the ground. "Harry? Harry, what's wrong?" Then she looked down at his legs, paled, and choked down a scream.

"Get Pomfrey," Harry managed to say before lying back on the ground.

Cho took off and his team gathered around him.

"It'll be okay, Harry," Angelina said in a soothing tone. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"Pomfrey's on her way Potter, everything will be alright," Cormac added. "Bloody amazing catch though."

"Out of my way!"

Madam Pomfrey had arrived.

His teammates were forced away from his side as the school nurse began to tend to his injuries. He was levitated onto a stretcher and rushed back up to the castle. Once they arrived in the infirmary, he was moved onto a bed.

"Minerva, please floo St. Mungo's, tell them we have a Quidditch accident and we need their immediate attention. Get someone over here as soon as you can."

Harry could faintly here McGonagall speaking into the green-tinged flames, but turned his focus back to the nurse. "What's wrong? How bad is it?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Potter, you'll be as right as rain in no time. Now let me do my job."

Eventually Harry faded into a comfortable, fuzzy darkness.


Back in the Gryffindor common room, no one was celebrating. Everyone was too worried about the fate of their star seeker to care about partying over their win. The Quidditch team was huddled by the fireplace.

"Potter, you're off the bloody team," Cormac said, his voice breaking the silence.

"What?"

"Are you deaf or just plain stupid? Chasers were supposed to run interference between Harry and their beaters. You were supposed to get there so they didn't get him."

"Sorry."

"That's all you have to say?" Katie exclaimed. "Did you see his legs? Who knows what's even happening right now, and all you can say is sorry? And Merlin, his broom!"

The back of Harry's broom had been shattered by the force of the bludger. The pieces had been wrapped in a bundle and placed on Harry's bed in the dormitory. But before the rest of the team could dig into Chris like they wanted to, the portrait hole swung open and Professor McGonagall stepped into the common room.

"Mr. Potter, I need you to come with me."

It was almost time for curfew, so there were very few students in the corridors, and the ones who were out and about got sharp reminders from the Transfiguration professor. Chris was led to her office, where his father was waiting.

"Dad! How's Harry?"

"He's at St. Mungo's, there hasn't been any news yet. Your mum is already there, so are Sirius and Marlene. I figured that I'd wait for you. But to be honest Chris, Pomfrey said that it was pretty bad."

"But how bad?"

"We might not know until the morning. You mum flooed a few hours ago to tell me that the healers took him in for emergency treatment, so he's been in there for a while. We should probably head over there now and hope that he's alright."

"Feel free to use my floo," McGonagall said.

Chris and James did, and ended up in the main waiting room of St. Mungo's.

James went up for the desk. "We're here for Harry Potter. He was taken in for emergency treatment, but that's all we know."

The receptionist looked up at him. "Are you family?"

James nodded. "His father and his brother."

"He's been taken into the Artifact Accidents Ward on this floor. The waiting room is down the hall, take a left and then another left and it will be on your right," she informed them in a crisp tone.

James and Chris hurried down the pristine halls. They reached the waiting room rather quickly, and found Sirius, Marlene, and Lily.

"They just finished with him," Sirius explained. "They're getting him settled in a room and then a healer will be out to speak with you and Lily. Then he'll be able to have visitors. One, maybe two, at a time."

"He's fine though, right?" Chris asked.

"I don't know. I think your mum's had a bit of a shock. She saw the whole thing. Marlene mentioned getting some tea and sandwiches from upstairs while we wait, and then getting some overnight things for your mum and dad."

Chris asked his dad, "Are you staying here?"

"Probably. You'll be staying with Sirius and Marlene at Grimmauld Place, and then you'll go back to Hogwarts in the morning. You can come and see Harry tomorrow after classes are over."

Marlene left the group to go gather some food and drinks, while James comforted Lily. The healer came out to speak to Lily and James not long after Marlene returned.

"Are you all family?" she asked.

"We're his godparents," Sirius explained. "This is his mother and father, and his brother."

"Healer Dawn Lewis, I'm sure it would be a pleasure to meet you, under different circumstances." All of them received a firm handshake.

"Now, Harry is stable and resting. He's out of the woods, and we have him on a few potions to prevent infection. He has quite a few cuts and bruises, and he went into shock during treatment. He suffered several fractures to his legs and a concussion."

"But he'll be okay, right?" Chris asked.

"You're brother's had a long day, and when he wakes up he'll be in a lot of pain. We've healed his legs to the best of our ability, but you must keep in mind that there are some things magic can't fix."

"What do you mean? Skelegrow should work on broken bones, right?" James asked.

"If the fractures hadn't been so severe, then yes. There was too much damage to safely vanish the bones without possibly damaging the surrounding muscles and nerves, so we had to set the bones back into place and use a modified Skelegro to fill in the gaps, so to speak."

"How long will he have to stay here?" James asked.

"At least a week," Healer Lewis replied. "You'll have to speak to his professors and Hogwarts about him catching up, since he'll be on bed rest for the next two weeks, and then minimal walking for another week. He'll be back to normal in a month at the most. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you his room."

She led Harry's family down the corridor to a room that held a single bed.

Harry lay on his back, the bed tilted slightly upwards. The white sheets were pulled up to his waist. His chest rose and fell as he slept on.

"Be careful not to wake him. He needs his rest."

The healer left, and Lily and James took seats at Harry's bedside.

"Lily, James, Sirius and I are going to have a word with Chris in the hall," Marlene said after a few moments of watching Harry rest.

Lily nodded, but otherwise didn't respond.

Marlene led Sirius and Chris into the hall and shut the door to Harry room so Lily and James wouldn't be disturbed.

"Why are we having a word with Chris?" Sirius asked. "I want to be there in case Harry wakes up soon."

"I saw what happened on the field today," Marlene said staring hard at Chris.

"What happened?" Sirius asked, still completely mystified.

"I was supposed to run interference with the Ravenclaw beaters. We decided before the game that the closest chaser would go so the others could keep scoring. It should be me in there, not Harry. Don't worry though, Cormac's kicked me off the team."

Sirius said, "You owe Harry an apology. If he forgives you, we'll forgive you as well."

They reentered the room to watch over Harry. Sirius, Marlene, and Chris left an hour and a half later to get some sleep at Grimmauld Place.


Chris returned to the Gryffindor common room the next morning, and was immediately surrounded by people wanting to know about Harry.

"He's fine. Or, he will be. I'm not sure how much I can say, but he'll be in St. Mungo's at least until the end of the week. I was only there for an hour or so last night."

He met up with Hermione and they headed down to breakfast. But he didn't get to enjoy his meal in peace. Cho and Roger came over to with a get well card signed by the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

But Daphne was the most worried of all.

Astoria approached the Gryffindor table in her sister's stead. "She's worried sick," she explained to Chris. "She almost didn't come to breakfast, Draco and I had to make her. How's Harry?"

"He's been better."

"That's what I thought. When will he be back?"

"Hopefully by the end of the week, but I don't know for sure. He was sleeping when I was there last night."

"Daphne's going to see him today, after classes are over."

"So I am."

"Good. I think she'll appreciate the company." Astoria then returned to the Slytherin table.

"Why was Astoria over here?" Hermione asked, looking up from her Potions textbook.

"Daphne was worried about Harry, so Astoria came over for a little reassurance that he'd be okay. Daphne's going to see him this afternoon."

"Do you want to study for exams later today?"

Chris cringed at the thought of studying at a time like this, even if life did go on. "I'm going to see Harry too. I'd ask you to come, but you'd need your parent's permission to leave school."

"It's alright. Exams are my priority right now anyway."

"By the way, my mum mentioned that you should come over again this summer. She'll need someone to help keep her sane during all of the planning that will be going on."

"Right, the engagement party."

"At this rate it's a ball. And Daphne's decided against having a coming of age ball so the engagement ball could be that much grander," Chris explained in a low voice. "Plus they have to start planning the wedding. Mum's already going mad with all of the details."

"That sounds like so much fun," Hermione deadpanned. "My parents are going on a vacation, just the two of them for once, so do you think I could come over to Potter Manor a week or two after school lets out?"

"Sure. My parents adore you, and they're probably going to be too worried about Harry to care, anyway."


Chris was rather anxious to see Harry that afternoon, and could barely pay attention in his classes. He managed to get a detention and lose twenty points to Snape by the end of the day.

When his father arrived to take him to St. Mungo's, Chris was half hoping that Harry had decided to take an afternoon nap.

But no such luck. Daphne had beaten him there, and she and Harry were having a quiet conversation. When she saw Chris standing awkwardly by the door, she stood up and excused herself to get some tea from the upstairs café.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I really, really am."

Harry leaned back against his recently fluffed pillow and said, "I forgive you. I'll talk Cormac into letting you back on the team."

"How do you know about that?"

"Sirius told me earlier. He said you seemed pretty down about the whole thing, so I forgive you. Were you stupid? Yeah, but I don't blame anyone who doesn't really want to purposefully put themselves in the path of a bludger."

"So I'm actually forgiven?"

Harry shrugged. "Yep. And my pain potion wore off a half hour ago, so you can't say that it was the drugs talking."

"Does it hurt? Should I get the healer?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course it hurts. You try patching up shattered bones in your legs. But no, I have to wait at least two hours between doses, so I don't get addicted. They want to wean me off regular doses by the time I go home."

"Are you coming back to school?"

"I don't know yet. Healer Lewis wants me to just go home and recover, since there are only four weeks left in the year. I'm aiming to be there for the last two weeks, even if it means that I'm just there to sit my exams."

"Everyone's been asking me about you." Chris removed the Ravenclaw team's card from his satchel and placed it on Harry's nightstand, which was already beginning to get laden down with cards, sweets, and flowers.

"Just tell them that I'll be back as soon as I can. I think Mum and Dad are going to talk to McGonagall when they bring you back. They're going to try to arrange for the professors to send my coursework to me."

"Sounds good." Harry yawned, although he tried to stifle it. "I'll see you later. I think I'm going to get some sleep. Tell Daphne that I'll see her tomorrow."

"You do that Harry. I'll see you later."

Harry nodded and tried to settle into a comfortable position. Chris left, and gently closed the door behind him.

"He's asleep again isn't he?"

Chris jumped. "Bloody hell, you scared me!"

Daphne raised an eyebrow at him. She repeated herself, "He's asleep again, isn't he?"

Chris nodded. "He told me to tell you that he'd see you tomorrow."

"The modified Skelegrow and pain potions make him really tired. One of the nurses told me that he asked to be woken up before I got here so he wouldn't sleep through my visit. I just hope he's out soon. Having to lie in bed all day is already driving him crazy."

"I apologized to Harry, but I should probably apologize to you too. You're the one who's going to marry him and all of that."

Daphne waved it off. "He's alive and essentially in one piece, so I forgive you. But I don't suggest getting on my bad side."


Chris had a whirlwind week between visiting Harry and going along with Hermione's study schedule.

Harry was released from St. Mungo's by the end of that week, but he didn't return to Hogwarts. He went straight home to Potter Manor to spend the following week in bed.

Chris was just as surprised as anyone when Harry returned to classes a week later, leaning heavily on his ebony black cane.

At lunch, the first question out of Cormac's mouth was, "Can you play Quidditch?"

Harry grimaced. "I'm grounded for now. I might be able to in the fall, but that's more of a question of if I'll be allowed to, instead of being able to."

"Well that sucks," Cormac replied.

"The good news is that he's back in time for exams," Hermione pointed out. "Life goes on without Quidditch."

Many members of the team looked at her with horrified expressions.

"Life without Quidditch?" Cormac sputtered. "That's practically impossible."

"I'm being practical," Hermione said. "You can't play Quidditch forever."

"Just drop it, Hermione," Chris muttered. Harry had talked Cormac into allowing him back on the team the moment he had returned, and Chris didn't want to jeopardize his golden opportunity.

"You're just annoyed because I'm right."


The most surprising part about Harry's return was that he hadn't fallen behind in classes, despite being away for two weeks, something that irked Hermione to no end.

As exams approached, Snape reminded them in Potions, "If any of you get below an 'E' on this exam, you will not be continuing in this class. I have standards and you will keep them."

The moment they got out of the dungeons, Hermione said, "I can't believe him! Watch him make that exam next to impossible."

"He can't do that," Harry said as he limped along beside her. "He needs to have a class to teach next year. And Dumbledore has to approve all end-of-year exams before we sit them, it's a Hogwarts bylaw."

"Then how come so many people have failed?" Hermione exclaimed.

"There aren't any rules on how the exams are graded," Harry replied. They arrived at the Gryffindor table for lunch and sat down. "I hear that you're coming home with us?"

"My parents have moved up their holiday so I'll be going straight home with you and Chris once we get off the Express. If I need anything one of your parents can just apparate me back over to my house."

"If they have time," Chris said. "They've been dealing with a lot recently. And Daphne and her family are having lunch with us the day after we get back."

"Really? Well, we don't have to go," Hermione pointed out. "We can always go to Diagon Alley instead."

"We can't, actually. I have to be there, and Daphne's parents are really nice. And it shouldn't take more than an hour. It's mainly just a precursor to more planning for my mum and Daphne's."

Harry sighed. "Thank goodness I don't need to deal with any of that. Mum's too worried about babying me and Daphne doesn't want to tire me out, so they only make me get as involved as I want to be."

"Shouldn't you care though? It is your engagement party, after all."

"Engagement ball, actually, and I have no interest in what color the table cloths are."

"Well, we've decided on white anyway," Daphne said, coming up behind him and putting her arms around his shoulders. "And we're going to finalize the invitations by Wednesday so they can be printed and ready for our parents to sign."

"All of your parents?" Neville asked. "Isn't it traditional for the Lords to sign the invitations?"

"Harry's mum wanted a bit of a modern touch, and I can't help but agree. After all, our fathers aren't doing any of the planning."

"By the way, Daphne, Hermione is going to be joining us for lunch, since she'll be staying with us. Her parents are going on a trip."

"Lovely," Daphne said with a smile. "Will you be staying for the summer?"

"Until the end of July."

"Great. We'll get to know each other even better."


And that's Chapter 7. Feel free to review/alert/favorite and let me know what you think! The amount of support I've gotten for the story's been incredibly amazing so far, so thank you everyone.

A/N (8-19-2013): Chapter 8 currently has just over 1000 words. However, I leave for school within the next week, so I feel as if I should leave this here for a bit. Don't worry, I'm not abandoning this story, but the plot bunny has taken a vacation. I have other ideas, though, so please be patient, and hopefully there will be an update in a month or two. Thank you.