Chapter 87 - 87- dangerous healer

Harry's POV

While Harry went to the hospital he opened the box.

Looking closer at the 'Time Turner' he saw the tiny hourglass wasn't truly golden, in fact the golden color came from tiny writing he assumed were runes.

Knowing he has enough time to study it later, and that if he takes too much time to get to the hospital wing, madam poppy wouldn't let him see his friend, Harry put the 'Time Turner' back in the box and quickened his steps.

As he arrived, he saw two things-

1) There were more patients then he expected, something he should have realized, as even though the books made it seem like only Harry was seriously affected by the joy-sucking demons, in the real world, especially in a school where most of the children lived in wartime, there has to be more then just him and Luna that were affected enough to need more then just chocolate to get better.

2) Luna wasn't here. Searching for hours friend wasn't hard, as while there were more then thirty students in the hospital wing, most of them were laying on the bed, looking like they are still waiting for the matron to come see them, while the rest were either eating or getting ready to leave.

After seeing that Luna isn't there, and madam Poppy is busy with a patient, Harry took a few seconds to figure out where could she be. Before wanting to hit his head- of course she isn't there, she were the first patient of the year, she was probably already in her room resting.

Leaving the hospital wing, Harry decided he would talk to her tomorrow and went to bed, no before doing his daily magic strengthening of his 'Ice Occlumency' and seeing the ice that crashed the soul of TMR, seeing the shaking of the ice died down almost entirely his last thought before Morpheus's realm took him was 'I really need to see what happened to it eventually'

Luna's POV

As Luna woke up the first thing that she noticed was the lack of cold, something she didn't understood until she remembered the situation in which she passed out.

'Dementors, Harry, thestral?' While she remembered the situation it was kind of foggy, but it was enough to make her jump from listing to standing in a second and yell "Harry".

"Calm down, Ms Lovegood." A woman's voice came from behind her. Turning quickly, she saw her school's healer- madam Poppy, was standing there with a potion in hand.

Suddenly, she understood where she was, it was the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

"Hello Madam Poppy." She said back in her usual tone of uncaring lightness, a tone she used with people she had no respect to.

Yes, Luna had zero respect for the matron, as even though she was only the school's healer, she was also one of the people who let bulling become a serious problem in this place.

She noticed it in her third day at school, after finding Colin, a Gryffindor muggleborn year mate, with his books and camera on the floor, hair changed to green color, and his tongue the size of a watermelon, crying as he tried organizing his things.

After five minutes of helping him organize his things, she took him to the hospital wing, where madam Poppy quickly fixed him and tried to send him away.

"Aren't you going to ask who did it?" Luna asked, thinking the matron probably forgot.

"It was just an innocent joke," was the answer the healer gave her "no one was seriously harmed, nor is there any way to prove it was the ones mr. Creevey says attacked him."

Luna knew it was a lie, as a journalist's daughter she could think of more then five ways to get the truth.

Yet telling that to the matron did no help.

"Even if you are right, it isn't my job to prevent the injuries of the school's kids, just to heal the consequences, the only thing to do is talk with professor McGonagle."

While most people would think it was logical, Luna could see how the wrackspurt on her head behave, she didn't truly care about the students, nor was she about to actually talk to the deputy headmistress, as she really enjoyed the so called 'jokes'.

This was why she would never respect the woman.

"Ms Lovegood, May I ask how did you came here, as the train isn't about to come for the next hour, and why were you under the affects of being near a dementor? You are lucky one of the house elves found you here and called me, otherwise I wouldn't have come here until after the opening feast."

"I have no idea how I came here." Luna decided to answer as truthful as possible. "One second I was in the train, talking with my friend, when it suddenly became cold and the train stopped, I could see frost on the windows and it felt like I would never be happy again."

She could see that while the matron's face looked sympathetic, true feelings were of indifference. Deciding against telling her about the memories of her mother's death and about the silver thestral, the one that felt like Harry.

"It was then that everything went black, and I woke up here. Now, was Harry Peverel with me?"

"You are the only one who were in the hospital wing when I was called."

It was then that she gave Luna the potion, which Luna identified as Pepper up to swallow.

"Setting dementors around a school," muttering, she felt Luna's forehead, though why didn't she used a basic illness identification spell, Luna couldn't tell. "You won't be the last one who collapses. Yes, Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate..."

At that point Luna blocked whatever the healer was saying, as the joy the wrackspurt showed she felt about having dementors at school was too much for Luna to stay calm while listening for the fake pity.

She knew there were two things she needed to do as quick as possible.

1) Get the hell out of the hospital wing.

2) get Harry to teach her the spell he used, as she wasn't willing to get close to that woman if she didn't have to.