Chapter 10
THE HOSPITAL APPOINTMENT
I flew upstairs to the third floor to get to the hospital wing.
The hospital, along with Madam Pomfrey, had been moved to the third floor a few years back.
There had been a huge monster of a dog that resided on the third floor when my dad was a kid. Hagrid had set the dog free in the Forbidden Forest many years ago now.
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I walked into the hospital corridor and saw Scabs, Boris, and Beulin, all sitting in the waiting room.
‘This is ridiculous,’ I thought to myself, ‘I'm nineteen years old and those guys think I still need a baby-sitter."
I ignored them and went into the hospital where Madam Pomfrey was waiting for me.
“So… Mr. Potter,” Madam Pomfrey began, “you think that you may have some type of spell or hex cast against you.”
“No, I don't believe that… but some of my so-called friends believe it,” I said sarcastically.
“Well, we’ll have this all sorted out once in for all,” Madam Pomfrey said.
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I won’t go into great detail about all the tests she did that day but I'll say a few:
She yanked a hair or two out of my head and examined it – then she placed the hair in a glass of bog water from the Dark Forest. Next she gave me a dodo egg and asked me to crack it open over a bowl. All I saw was raw egg. She had me drink water from the wax gourd plant and told me she'd need a specimen when I felt I was able. She bled me, she leached me – she studied my eyes, ears, nose and mouth with the light from her wand.
After all the tests she told me, “I can’t detect any spell, potion, hex, curse, or any type of enchantment cast against you,” Madam Pomfrey said.
“I tried to tell you that,” was all I said.
“But… I am curious about something… Oh never mind about it,” Madam Pomfrey said as she shook her head in wonderment.
She had my curiosity piqued so I said, “No... If you have any reservations… then I want to know.”
“It's your eyes," she said.
I asked, “Yes... What about my eyes.”
“They’re grey," she answered.
I shook my head out of irritation, and said, “Yes, I know they’re grey. And what of it?”
“Your eyes are literally grey. A darkish steel grey. Not bluish grey or brownish grey. They are literally what you get when you mix white and black together… which is grey.”
“What’s the significance of that?" I asked.
“That’s just a very rare colour of the human norm… whether you’re a wizard... or a muggle,” she stated.
“Have they always been this colour?” she asked.
“No… they were lighter when I was younger. They just seem to darken a bit as I got older,” I answered her.
“What colour are your parents eyes?” asked Madam Pomfrey.
“My mother’s eyes are blue - and my father's eyes are green. Are you trying to say that I’m some type of foundling or changeling?” I asked.
“My goodness no!” Madam Pomfrey said with a laugh. “You are a Potter thru and thru. It’s very obvious. And… maybe a touch of Weasley here and there for good measure.”
“Why were you so curious?"
“Oh, every now and again a witch or wizard will be born with grey eyes like yours. That makes you very special because of the rarity,” she said.
Madam Pomfrey dusted her hands and said, “Alright, spit-spot, you’re done now… you are under no enchantment and you’re as healthy as a horse.”
I walked back outside and stood in the waiting room where Scabs, Boris, and Beulin were waiting for me.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” I told them. “Madam Pomfrey said that I’m not under any type of enchantment. If you don’t believe me, then ask her yourself,” I said, then I turned and walked away.