Keep Me In Your Memory

Chapter Fifteen- Night At The Hospital Wing

When Haiden was taken to the Hospital Wing after Lockhart tried to mend his arm by removing the bones, Madam Pomfrey was not at all pleased. "You should have come straight to me!" She raged holding up the sad, limp remainder of what, half an hour before, had been a working arm. "I can mend bones in a second - but growing them back-"

"You will be able to, won't you?" Haiden asked desperately.

"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful," Madam Pomfrey said grimly, throwing Haiden a pair of pajamas. "You'll have to stay the night…"

Hermione waited outside the curtain drawn around Haiden's bed while Ron helped him into his pajamas. "Funny that Harry isn't here." Ron muttered as they fought to get Haiden's rubbery, boneless arm into a sleeve. "He made such a big deal about you not visiting him, and yet he's not here."

"Give Harry some time, Haiden's only been in the Hospital Wing less than an hour. Harry was in the Hospital Wing for about a week." Hermione called through the curtain and Haiden saw Ron roll his eyes.

"I don't get why you are defending him all of a sudden. Since you got the directions for the Polyjuice Potion you've been defending him! Wasn't it you that pointed out that if Dumbledore wanted us to keep an eye on Harry then that must mean something is going on with him. Didn't you say that it was possible that Harry was the one to petrify Mrs. Norris." Ron said throwing open the curtain as Haiden got back into his Hospital bed. "He's cursed you!"

"Harry hasn't cursed me! He wouldn't do that!" Hermione defended causing Ron to go red in the face with anger.

"Did you forget about last year when he made me go get that book! I had no control over my body!" Ron yelled.

"How can you just sit there and let Ron talk about your brother like that Haiden?" Hermione asked storming over to Haiden.

"Well, Harry has been acting differently since we got here." Haiden told her. "And there was this one time when Harry set a Boa Constrictor on my cousin and his friend at the zoo the summer we got our letters."

"What?" Hermione asked.

"See, Harry is evil!" Ron cried.

"I don't believe that! Tell me exactly what happened that day at the zoo, it could have been accidental magic." Hermione said confusing Haiden.

"Accidental magic? What is that?" Haiden asked.

"You've never heard of accidental magic? It's when very young witches or wizards accidently use their magic. It could be for many reasons like they were scared or angry, or even when they are happy or very sad. Most witches or wizards use accidental magic when they are very young and have no control over their magic. It's very common with very powerful witches and wizards or witches and wizards raised by muggles." Hermione explained and Haiden thought back to every time something weird happened around Harry and tried to imagine what he was feeling at that time.

"So, all those times Harry caused something to happen or even disappeared and reappeared somewhere else seconds later was because he was accidentally using magic?" Haiden asked and Hermione suddenly paled.

"What do you mean by 'disappeared and reappeared'?" Hermione asked.

"Well, one time me and Harry were trying to hide from our cousin by jumping behind some trash bins behind the school when he suddenly disappeared in mid air only to reappeared on the roof of the school's kitchen." Haiden explained causing Hermione to pale even more.

"When Harry disappeared did you hear a loud crack like sound or even a small pop?" Hermione asked and Haiden thought back to that day and did recall hearing what sounded like small pop come from behind him right before he discovered Harry to be gone.

"Yeah, actually, there was a small pop that sounded right before I noticed he was not behind me anymore. How did you know?" Haiden asked as Hermione covered her mouth while looking sick. "What's wrong?"

"Harry apparated." Hermione whispered just loud enough for him and Ron to hear.

"He what?" Haiden asked.

"It's a magical method of transportation." Ron explained to him.

"And it's very dangerous for someone as young and untrained in apparition as Harry." Hermione told him.

"Why?" Haiden asked.

"Because he could have splinched himself." Hermione explained.

"Could have what?" Haiden asked and Hermione groaned in annoyance.

"Don't you know anything? He could have splinched himself, meaning he could have lost part of his clothes or himself. Meaning: He could have lost a body part!" Hermione cried.

"But he didn't. He was fine, very confused but still fine." Haiden told her.

"And he was lucky! Apparition without training is very dangerous, that's why it's illegal to do so without a licence." Hermione told him.

"You need a licence for Apparition?" Haiden asked.

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed. "And it's not an easy thing to get." Just then Madam Pomfrey walked over holding a large bottle of something labeled Skele-Gro.

"You're in for a rough night." She told Haiden as she poured out a steaming beakerful and handing it to him. "Regrowing bones is a nasty business."

So was taking the Skele-Gro. It burned Haiden's mouth and throat as it went down, making him cough and splutter. Still tut-tutting about dangerous sports and inept teachers, Madam Pomfrey retreated, leaving Ron and Hermione to help Haiden gulp down some water.

"We won though." Ron said as a grin broke across his face. "That was some catch you made. Malfoy's face… he looked ready to kill."

"So did Harry." Haiden muttered remembering his brother's face after he had destroyed that Bludger, it was enough to cause him to regret his decision to continue playing. But remembering that scene also brought up the question, what did Harry mean by him giving them a warning? When had Harry given them a warning? Had it been before the game? If so, when? And did that mean Harry had known before hand?

"I want to know how Malfoy fixed that Bludger." Hermione said darkly.

"Harry knew about the Bludger." Haiden informed them.

"What?" Hermione asked and Ron gave Hermione a 'See' look.

"After destroying that Bludger he yelled something about giving me a warning about the Bludger." Haiden said.

"He's lying. He never warned you. We were with you the whole time before the game, and we never once saw him. And when he ran into us he was coming from the Slytherin locker room." Ron said with a sneer.

"But why would Harry lie about that?" Hermione asked as Haiden went through the memory of the match again only to realize something.

"He didn't use a wand." Haiden said catching Hermione's attention.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Harry. When he destroyed the Bludger, he didn't use a wand, nor did he say an incantation." Haiden said.

"He was probably so concerned about saving you that he got a burst of magic. I hear it happens a lot with untrained witches and wizards that are in an intense situation that instinct just takes over. It's said to be similar to accidental magic." Hermione explained.

"I've never heard of that happening." Ron said.

"Ron, you didn't even know what the Sorcerer's Stone was. Heck half the time I have to explain to you what simple everyday spells do, and you were raised in a wizarding family." Hermione pointed out and Haiden laughed. The door of the Hospital Wing burst open at that moment. Filthy and soaking wet, the rest of the Gryffindor team along with Harry who was holding on to the Weasley twins, came waltzing in.

"Unbelievable flying, Haiden." George said as Harry climbed on to the bed beside Haiden feet and crossed his arms. "We just seen Marcus Flint yelling at Draco. Something about having the Snitch on top of his head and not noticing. Draco didn't seem to happy."

"His own fault." Harry said shocking Haiden, wasn't Harry attached to Draco's hip and praising everything he did? "If he hadn't been focused on showing off and focused on the game he might have noticed." The Gryffindor team laughed at that.

The Gryffindor team had brought cakes, sweets, and bottles of pumpkin juice; they gathered around Haiden's bed and were just getting started on what promised to be a good party when Madam Pomfrey came storming over shouting, "This boy needs rest, he's got thirty-three bones to regrow! Out! OUT!" And Haiden was left alone, with nothing to distract him from the stabbing pains in his limp arm.

~Keep Me In Your Memory~

Hours later Haiden work up quite suddenly in the pitch blackness and gave a small yelp of pain. His arm now felt full of large splinters. For a second, he thought that was what had woken him. Then, with a thrill of horror, he realized that someone was sponging his forehead in the dark. For a split second Haiden was brought back to the cupboard after a harsh beating, and he could just picture his brother caring for him. But the image of his brother quickly changed to something bat like.

"Get off!" Haided cried loudly swinging his good arm, coming in contact with something. This caused that something to quickly back up so that Haiden was able to get a good look at it. "Dobby?!" The house-elf's goggling tennis ball eyes were peering at Haiden through the darkness. A single tear was running down his long, pointed nose.

"Haiden Potter came back to school." He whispered miserably. "Dobby warned and warned Haiden Potter. Ah sir, why didn't you heed Dobby? Why didn't Haiden Potter go back home when he missed the train?" Haiden heaved himself up on his pillows.

"What're you doing here?" He asked. "And how did you know I missed the train?" Dobby's lip trembled and Haiden was seized by a sudden suspicion. "It was you!" He said slowly. "You stopped the barrier from letting us through!"

"Indeed yes, sir." Dobby said nodding his head vigorously, ears flapping. "Dobby hid and watched for Haidn Potter and sealed the gateway and Dobby had to iron his hands afterward." He showed Haiden ten long, bandaged fingers. "But Dobby didn't care, sir, for he thought Haiden Potter was safe, and never did Dobby dream that Haiden Potter would get to school another way." The house-elf was rocking back and forth, shaking his ugly head. "Dobby was so shocked when he heard Haiden Potter was back at Hogwarts, he let his master's dinner burn! Such a flogging Dobby never had, sir…" Haiden slumped back onto his pillows.

"You nearly got Ron and me expelled." He told Dobby fiercely. "You'd better get lost before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you." Dobby smiled weakly.

"Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby get them five times a day." Dobby blew his nose on a corner of the filthy pillowcase he wore, looking so pathetic that Haiden felt his anger ebb away in spite of himself.

"Why d'you wear that thing, Dobby?" He asked curiously.

"This, sir?" Dobby asked plucking at the pillowcase. "'Tis a mark of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with cloths, sir. The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever." Dobby mopped his bulging eyes and said suddenly, "Haiden Potter must go home! Dobby was sure his Bludger would be enough- But Harry Potter's magic was stronger than Dobby was told- Stopped Dobby's Bludger to soon." Dobby muttered the last few lines but Haiden had been able to barely hear him.

"Your Bludger?" Haiden asked, anger rising once more. "What d'you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger try and kill me? And what do you mean about Harry's magic being stronger?"

"Not kill you, sir, never kill you!" Dobby cried in shock. "Dobby wants to save Haiden Potter's life! Better sent home, grievously injured, than remain here, sir! Dobby only wanted Haiden Potter hurt enough to be sent home!" Dobby had ignored Haiden's question about Harry's magic.

"Oh, is that all?" Haiden asked angrily. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you wanted me sent home in pieces?"

"Ah, if Haiden Potter only knew!" Dobby groaned, more tears dripping onto his ragged pillowcase. "If he knew what he means to us, to the lowly, the enslaved, we dregs of the magical world! Dobby remembers how it was when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at the height of his powers, sir! We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir! Of course, Dobby is still treated like that, sir." He admitted, drying his face on the pillowcase. "But mostly, sir, life has improved for my kind since you triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Haiden Potter survived, and the Dark Lord's power was broken, and it was a new dawn, sir, and Haiden Potter shone like a beacon of hope for those of us who thought the Dark days would never end, sir…. And now, at Hogwarts, terrible things are to happen, are perhaps happening already, and Dobby cannot let Haiden Potter stay here now that history is to repeat itself, now that the Chamber of Secret is open once more-" Dobby froze, horrorstruck, then grabbed Haiden's water jug from his bedside table and cracked it over his own head, toppling out of sight. A second later, he crawled back onto the bed, cross-eyed, muttering, "Bad Dobby, very bad Dobby…"

"So there is a Chamber of Secrets?" Haiden whispered. "And- did you say it's been opened before? Tell me, Dobby!" He seized the elf's boney wrist as Dobby's hand inched toward the water jug. "But I'm not Muggle-born - how can I be in danger from the Chamber?"

"Ah, sir, ask no more, ask no more of poor Dobby." The elf stammered, his eyes huge in the dark. "Dark deeds are planned in this place, but Haiden Potter must not be here when they happen - go home, Haiden Potter, go home. Haiden Potter must not meddle in this, sir, 'tis dangerous -"

"Who is it, Dobby?" Haiden asked keeping a firm hold on Dobby's wrist to stop him from hitting himself with the water jug again. "Who's opened it? Who opened it last time?"

"Dobb can't, sir, Dobby can't, Dobby mustn't tell!" Dobby squealed. "Go home, Haiden Potter, go home!"

"I'm not going anywhere!" Haiden said fiercely. "One of my best friends is Muggle-born; she'll be first in line if the Chamber really has been open-"

"Haiden Potter risks his own life for his friends!" Dobby moaned in kind of miserable ecstasy. "So noble! So valiant! But he must save himself, he must, Haiden Potter must not d-" Dobby froze, his bat ears quivering. Haiden heard it, too. There were footsteps coming down the passageway outside. "Dobby must go!" The elf breathed terrified. There was a loud crack, and Haiden's fist was suddenly clenched on thin air. He slumped back into bed, his eyes on the dark doorway to the Hospital Wing as the footsteps drew nearer.

Next moment, Dumbledore was backing into the dormitory, wearing a long woolly dressing gown and a nightcap. He was carrying one end of what looked like a statue. Professor McGonagall appeared a second later, carrying its feet. Together they heaved it onto a bed.

"Get Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore whispered and Professor McGonagall swept past the end of Haiden's bed out of sight. Haiden laid still, pretending to be asleep. He heard urgent voices, and then Professor McGonagall swept back into view, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, who was pulling a cardigan on over her nightdress. He heard a sharp intake of breath.

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey whispered to Dumbledore, bending over the statue on the bed.

"Another attack." Dumbledore said. "Minerva found him on the stairs."

"There was a bunch of grapes next to him." Professor McGonagall said. "We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Potter." Haiden's stomach gave a horrible lurch. Slowly and carefully, he raised himself a few inches so he cold look at the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight lay across its staring face. It was Colin Creevey, the first year that had been following him around taking pictures of him. His eyes were wide and his hands were stuck up in front of him, holding his camera.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey whispered.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall said. "But I shudder to think… If Albus hadn't been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate - who knows what might have-" The three of them stared down at Colin. Then Dumbledore leaned forward and wrenched the camera out of Colin's tight grip. "You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" She asked eagerly. Dumbledore didn't answer. He opened the back of the camera.

"Good gracious!" Madam Pomfrey cried. A jet of steam had hissed out of the camera. Haiden, three beds away, caught the acrid smell of burnt plastic. "Melted." Madam Pomfrey said wonderingly. "All melted…"

"What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked urgently.

"It means that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again. No student, second year or not, could have done this." Dumbledore said.

"You don't mean you actually suspected Harry!" Professor McGonagall cried out in shock and Dumbledore lowered his head slightly.

"I did. Even if he did not consciously do it, the person that had possessed him last year could have. Harry is powerful enough, the proof of that was shown last year when he lost control of his magic. In all of my years here at Hogwarts, I've never seen anyone strong enough to not only shake the castle like that but also damage all of the barriers and wards protecting the castle. When the first attack happened I feared that Harry had been possessed again and had attacked. I had been keeping an eye on him, but I fear he may be stronger than I thought. He not only felt me every time I watched him, but may have also spotted me the last time I did. And then at the game today, he not only destroyed the Bludger both without a wand or an incantation, but he was able to send one of the Weasley Twins a Bubble Message. I still wonder how he knew of that technique, it is a very old technique not taught anymore. And had he not run when he spotted me, I would have asked him. I fear that watching him may have done more damage than good." Dumbledore explained. "That boy is strong, almost inhumanly strong. He needs to be trained on how to properly use his magic. I fear that if Severus and Lucius Malfoy fight for custody of Harry and win, he may be lead astray."

"So if Harry is not the one doing this then who?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"The question is not who." Dumbledore said, his eyes on Colin. "The question is, how…" And from what Haiden could see of McGonagall's shadowy face, she didn't understand this any better then he did.

~ Keep Me In Your Memory~

Haiden woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned but very stiff. He sat up quickly and looked over at Colin's bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtain Haiden had changed behind yesterday. Seeing that he was awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray and then began bending and stretching his arm and fingers.

"All in order." She said as he clumsily fed himself porridge left handed. "When you've finished eating, you may leave."

Haiden dressed as quickly as he could and hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, desperate to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin, Dobby, and what Dumbledore said about Harry, but they weren't there. Haiden left to look for them, wondering where they could have got to and feeling slightly hurt that they weren't interested in whether he had his bones back or not. As Haiden passed the library, Percy Weasley strolled out of it looking in far better spirits than last time they'd met.

"Oh, hello, Haiden." He said. "Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup - you earned fifty points!"

"You haven't seen Ron or Hermione, have you?" Haiden asked.

"No, I haven't." Percy said, his smile fading. "I hope Ron's not in another girl's toilet…" Haiden forced a laugh, watched Percy walk out of sight, and then headed straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He couldn't see why Ron and Hermione would be in there again, but after making sure that neither Filch nor any prefects were around, he opened the door and heard their voices coming from a locked stall.

"It's me." He said closing the door behind him. There was a clunk, a splash, and a gasp from within the stall and he saw Hermione's eye peering through the keyhole.

"Haiden!" She said. "You gave us such a fright - come in - how's your arm?"

"Fine." Haiden said squeezing into the stall. An old cauldron was perched on the toilet, and a cracking from under the rim told Haiden they had lit a fire beneath it. Conjuring up portable, waterproof fire was a speciality of Hermione's.

"We'd've come to meet you, but we decided to get started on the Polyjuice Potion." Ron explained as Haiden, with difficulty, locked the stall again. "We've decided this is the safest place to hide it."

Haiden started to tell them about Colin, but Hermione interrupted.

"We already know - we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going-"

"The sooner we get a confession out of Harry, the better." Ron snarled.

"I don't think Harry did it." Haiden said before telling them what Dumbledore said.

"So that's how he warned you." Hermione said.

"That's what you got from that?" Ron asked.

"Well what did you get out of it?" Hermione asked.

"That Dumbledore knows that Harry is bad news and needs to be under constant watch!" Ron cried. "He's already watching him! If Harry wasn't evil then why would the headmaster feel that he needs to watch him? Harry's powerful enough to be able to find away to open the Chamber of Secrets! Not only that, but he's smart enough to figure out how to learn a technique that isn't taught anymore, and probably just from finding a book on it! He know's where every book in the library is and has unlimited access to the Restricted Section! Who know's what other things Harry has learned just from books! He could know where the Chamber is and how to open it! He probably took his anger from the Bludger incident yesterday out on Colin!"

"But didn't Haiden say that Dumbledore doesn't think it was Harry anymore?" Hermione pointed out.

"That's just because Harry was able to fool him with some trickery or something!" Ron yelled.

"Dumbledore's smart enough to not be fooled by a student." Haiden said and Ron just groaned in anger.

"When Harry tricks you and kills everyone don't come crying to me, because I'm going to tell you 'I told you so'!" Ron huffed out crossing his arms as Hermione rolled her eyes while tearing bundles of knotgrass and throwing them into the potion. It was silent and tense for a few seconds before Haiden decided to break the silence.

"Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night." Ron and Hermione looked up, amazed. Haiden told them everything Dobby had told him - or hadn't told him. Hermione and Ron listened with their mouths open.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened before? Hermione asked.

"This settles it." Ron said in a triumphant voice. "Someone must have opened the Chamber and wrote down where the chamber is and how to open it and hid it in the library and Harry found it. Wish Dobby'd told you what kind of monster's in there, though. I want to know how nobody's noticed it sneaking around the school."

"Ron, if Harry was the one opening the Chamber, how does Dobby, the Malfoy's House elf know about it? This is why I say we question Draco, it's his house elf that is doing this. Draco must know something about the Chamber." Hermione said prodding leeches to the bottom of the cauldron. "And maybe the monster can make itself invisible. Or maybe it can disguise itself - pretend to be a suit of armor or something - I've read about Chameleon Ghouls-"

"You read too much, Hermione." Ron said pouring dead lacewings on top of the leeches. He crumpled up the empty lacewing bag and looked at Haiden. "So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm…" He shook his head. "You know what, Haiden? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you."