46. Tergeo

Opening his glaze covered eyes, Harry realized he was being carried by what seemed like several people. Harry heard several voices that seemed dreamy and far away.

“At least he’s fairly light”
“Would you look at all that blood”
“I think he is coming to!”
“Let’s hurry”

Harry was being lowered.

“Oh my word, Tergeo, Tergeo, Tergeo. It’s not too terrible but he will have to spend the night here. Now I need all of you to leave.”

Harry heard the shuffling several people’s feet and the shutting of a door.


The next morning Harry woke up and reached out, putting his glasses on. Opening his eyes, he looked at himself to see several gashes on his arms and chest.

“Good your up, drink this.” Madam Pomfrey was shoving a glass liquid into his hands.

“What happened?” Harry muttered

“You were hexed to the point that you fell off your broomstick during Quidditch practice.” Madam Pomfrey said, cleaning him and making sure he drank the potion. She pointed her wand at a cut that had started to ooze blood, “Tergeo. Now you’re going to have to stay here a few days.”

Harry hated being stuck in the hospital wing.