Ch300- Harry is Back!

Ch300- Harry is Back!

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Harry laid back, staring up at the ceiling as Madam Pomfrey bustled away, mumbling to herself about students and their complete lack of regard for their own health. He knew better than to try and argue with her, so he stayed put, letting the potion work its magic. The throbbing in his head dulled a bit, though the bitter aftertaste lingered.

Just as he was beginning to get comfortable, he heard the door creak open. From the corner of his eye, he saw Daphne, Tracey, Astoria, and Pansy slip into the room, moving quietly toward his bed. They looked relieved to see him awake, though Tracey’s expression was a blend of concern and exasperation.

She shook her head, giving Harry a pointed look. “What have you done this time?” Tracey poked his shoulder, testing if he would flinch, but Harry just smirked, unfazed.

“Probably just a typical day for you, huh?” Pansy chimed in, crossing her arms. She glanced around the infirmary like she was trying to find the catch, half-expecting Madam Pomfrey to swoop in and shoo them away.

“Well, I could use a break now and then, but you know me—never a dull moment,” Harry replied, trying to sound casual.

Daphne’s eyes narrowed a bit as she studied him. “Madam Pomfrey said you looked pretty bad when they brought you in. You’ve got to stop taking risks that land you here.” She was trying to sound stern, but her worry showed through, making it clear she was annoyed at his recklessness.

Harry chuckled, ruffling Astoria's hair playfully. She was looking a bit skittish, but his gesture got a quiet giggle out of her. “It was an old Hogwarts relic that bested me,” he admitted. “Those ancient wizards really had a knack for nasty tricks. Just don’t mention this to Fred and George. Last thing I need is them getting ideas.”

Astoria giggled again, while Daphne rolled her eyes. “Sure, sure. So what happened?” she asked, crossing her arms with an amused smirk.

“Found a Pensieve buried in some hidden room,” Harry replied, keeping his tone casual. “Curiosity got the better of me, so I took a look. Ended up with about a million memories fighting for space in my head. Fun, really.”

Tracey raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking, right? You know those things are enchanted for a reason.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Harry replied, waving off her concern. “It wasn’t my brightest moment. But hey, I survived.”

Pansy huffed, looking like she wasn’t entirely convinced. “You’re going to give Madame Pomfrey a stroke at this rate.”

“She’s tougher than she looks,” Harry shot back, grinning. “Besides, she probably appreciates a little excitement now and then.”

Daphne’s expression softened a bit, though she was still giving him a pointed look. “Next time, just leave the ancient magical artifacts alone. Not every mystery needs solving.”

Harry shrugged, his grin fading slightly. “I know, but you all would’ve been just as curious. It’s not like I went looking for trouble—it found me.”

“Are you okay? What happened?” Hermione asked, concern written all over her face.

“Madame Pomfrey wouldn’t tell us anything,” Susan added, crossing her arms like she was ready to march back to the hospital wing and demand answers.

“You look alright now, though,” Hannah said, giving him a once-over with a small smile, as if relieved he wasn’t as fragile as they feared.

Harry shrugged casually, as if collapsing in a hidden chamber was nothing unusual. “Just overdid it with some old Hogwarts relics. Nothing new.”

Around them, the rest of his friends looked relieved. He noticed the group had formed around the Slytherin table—where they usually gathered lately, though they sometimes rotated to other tables. Daphne and Tracey were chatting quietly, but they both waved him over. Astoria gave him a quick smile from her seat, looking relieved to see him up and about.

Harry took his usual spot, slipping into the conversation. Pansy leaned over, her eyebrows raised. “Well, if it isn’t the drama king himself. Thought you’d be laid up for a week with that performance.”

Harry rolled his eyes, smirking. “Sorry to disappoint, Pansy. I didn’t want to miss all the excitement.”

Fred and George popped over from the Gryffindor table, grinning as they sat down on either side of him. “We heard you caused quite a stir, mate,” Fred said, nudging Harry with his elbow.

“Yeah, seems we missed the fun,” George added, winking. “Next time, give us a heads-up before you do something spectacular.”

Ginny joined them, taking a seat across from Harry. “You’re not off the hook yet. Hermione’s already scheming about all the ways you need to ‘slow down’ or whatever,” she teased, shooting Hermione a mock-serious look.

Hermione frowned, looking as if she wanted to object, but she let it slide. “I’m just saying, Harry, you don’t need to take all these risks. We’re all here if you need help.”

Harry nodded, not really in the mood to argue. He knew Hermione was right, but he’d been around enough to understand that some things were better handled alone. He didn’t feel the need to explain that, though, so he just flashed her a quick grin.

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