The Truth

Chapter 3 : Training with consequences

"Only when you stumble, you pay attention to the path."

An hour later, I found myself in the air, 50 or 60 meters above the green ground of the Hogwarts quidditch field. My Griffendor uniform cradled my body as a strong cold wind swept through up here. My broom hovered restlessly, my eyes searching for the small golden orb. With my right hand I tried to keep my flying machine steady. Through the clouds around me it was hard to see further than 10 meters, finding the snitch was a more difficult task than usual. Since I hadn't seen anything yet, I decided to fly around and look for it. As I started to fly forward, I almost collided with one of our team's hunters. I jerked my broom to the right and faltered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw who I had actually just almost collided with, and that person was smiling.... That person was smiling because they saw me fall .... I tore my gaze away from the person and tried to get my broom back under control. A failed attempt, as it turned out after the first milliseconds. I could no longer hold on to the broom and so I began to fall....
A light, soft touch on my upper arm woke me up. It was a constant one. Behind me I could feel a warm body. I smiled, just like a child who is given what he wants most. As I snuggled even closer to the man's body, I heard him laugh softly with a gasp. His breath hit my neck and I began to giggle. "Morning..." he said softly, his voice low and a little rougher than usual, but it was early in the morning so it wasn't that unusual. I loved his voice. Immediately, goosebumps ran down my spine. One, his, hand wrapped around my flat stomach to pull me even closer while his face buried itself in my neck. I could feel him smiling. His small but fine stubble tickled me. "Good morning to you, too," I whispered. I took my left hand, placed it on my right side, and joined his hand at my waist with my own. It was one of the many beautiful mornings during the last Christmas vacations. On which I decided, as I would on Easter, to leave Hogwarts alone. Of all times, I could not escape there during the summer vacations, which were the longest of the year. For they were the only ones in which my relatives were 'gracious' enough to take care of me. I pushed the thought aside and turned to look directly into my favorite eyes, they were so beautiful, iconic...grey, and his hair..
"-ry.... Harry... Buddy... Can you hear me...?" a voice interrupted my flashback. My eyelids flickered.... Wait... Flashback!? What happened!!! As I asked myself this question, the images of the last few minutes flashed through my mind. I grabbed the snitch.... Couldn't see anything... Started flying to search.... and then... I collided with... someone (?) and then... all I could remember was falling and then everything went black. "Harry, are you okay? Buddy...?!", I heard that voice again, but this time I could relate it to my best friend after a few seconds. I tried to open my eyes, which I managed to do after blinking a few times, and saw the still cloudy gray sky above me. I slowly looked around and saw my teammates standing around me with Ron sitting next to me. I was trying to get my head and the rest of me into a sitting position when a hard pain shot through me. Immediately, I lay back, my eyes narrowed in pain. "We should probably call a teacher to help, he doesn't look good..." said a voice, I think Lacy Miller's. "Th-there, from the forest comes Snape, I think we should.... ask him if he..." she continued. Yes! "No, we can't ask HIM to help us, GRIFFENDORS!" interrupted Oliver. "Yes, you can. Someone has to ask him, my whole body hurts when I move it...", I whispered. Slience was the response. Then I heard Ron. "Go, what are you waiting for...?!""Why don't you go if you want it so much...?!""Because I wanted to stay with Harry, we are the best friends.... Anyway, you stay with him. Don't touch him! Just don't touch him... I'll go and get Snape..." inwardly I sighed in relief, while outwardly I tried to stay very calm, because it was true, every movement hurt me and shot straight into my head. Suddenly I heard the rustling of clothes and then footsteps moving away. Ron must have gotten up to get Snape. After a few seconds, the others began whispering to each other. I didn't even try to hear what they were saying. Suddenly, I heard a buzzing voice. "Go away, you gawkers." Nice as always, I thought. Immediately there was silence and the next thing I heard was the rustling of robes. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, Snape's, I guessed. "What happened?" he asked coldly as always. But I knew better. He was worried. No one knew, but he was. Worried that he was the one under whose watch I might die, because a certain someone wouldn't forgive him. "I just saw him fall. He was high up in the clouds, looking for the snitch," nothing followed. So it was to be expected that my professor nodded in response or acknowledgement. Then a murmur was heard. Followed by a "Vengardium Leviosa." I felt my body slowly but gently rise from the ground. "Where are they going to take him...? Dumbledore?", I heard Ron ask. With my eyes still closed, I shook my head. Bad idea. The pain from a few minutes ago shot through me again, straight to my neck and head. I hissed out. "Hold still, Potter. If, don't, I'll send a Petrifficus after them. I certainly have no intention of going to a certain person and explaining to them that your own stupidity in my presence has caused you to suffer permanent damage from your injuries," came gruffly from the Potions Master. "And to them, Mr. Weasly, no. I will not, take young Potter, to the principal nor to our already round the clock burdened nurse. I can heal him in my quarters, and after that he will be fully recovered. He should be completely recovered by tomorrow afternoon." Thank Merlin. I didn't want to have to deal with my esteemed principal anytime soon. And I couldn't do anything with Pomfrey at the moment either. So I guess we started moving. But after a few seconds of feeling like as on a soft cloud, I was overcome with a sort of faintness. I couldn't remember walking the way to his quarters, which I knew well. When I next awoke, it was dark. There was no light burning where I was. A blanket was over me, and I was lying in a comfortable bed. The pillow that was under my head was soft and fluffy. Not like the ones in my dorm room or at the Dursleys'. I couldn't see much. I didn't have my glasses on, and the darkness made it impossible for me to see anything even dimly. I knew where I was. It wasn't the first time I had been here. And I felt safe here. Sighing, I closed my eyes again. Nothing hurt me. A nice, but unfortunately rare feeling. I decided to go back to sleep. The time was unknown to me, but I wanted to make the most of the one I had left in this heavenly bed. So I closed my eyes. The next time I opened them, the room was lit up by what looked like a window. It was bright. The rays of light that hit me through the window were warm. I turned around. On the nightstand next to the bed, I thought I saw the shadow of a pair of glasses. And I was right, because when I reached for those shadows, I actually had one, my glasses in my hand. After putting on my glasses, I saw the furnishings of the room that I already knew. Calmed and rested, I yawned once deeply before knocking the covers off my legs. Confused, I realized that I was no longer wearing my uniform, but the clothes of another person. That one person I had visited during the last Christmas break. The loose black sweatpants made of fine, thin fabric and the light gray hoodie that was equally soft smelled like him. They just smelled like home, like love and security. I smiled happily. But I didn't know exactly what had actually happened yesterday. So I decided to ask my potion professor just that, and hopefully that one person would still be there. I dismissed the thought of combing my hair as quickly as it had come, it was just wasted lifetime anyway.
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And who could be his Boyfriend....?