Chapter 114: Potters Thoughts and Time Before Meeting (2/2)
Both James and Quinn heard a sigh from the inside, and it brought a smile to Quinn's face.
”Quinn, it's almost dinner time. Why are you here right now?”
James and Quinn saw the Matron walk out from her office.
”What do you want to ask that couldn't wait-” sighed Poppy as she walked out while straightening a crease on her clothes, but when she looked up, she saw that it wasn't just Quinn.
”James Potter? What are you doing here?” asked Poppy. She saw the former student and now Auror standing there beside Quinn, and, then, she saw Harry in his arms. ”Is this Harry Potter? Merlin, what happened to him?”
She walked forward and towards a bed that was beside the three.
”What are you standing there for? Lay the boy down on the bed.”
James moved as instructed and gingerly lay his son on the bed.
”Did you check up on him?” asked Poppy as she diagnosed Harry.
”I did. Harry is knocked out. He was dropped to the ground. I think he has a concussion on his head,” nodded James as he replied.
”Huh?” Poppy looked up from Harry at James. ”I was talking to Quinn. But, yes, you are an Auror, so I guess you have some elementary healing skills.”
James looked at Quinn with confusion.
”I was in a bit of a pinch, Madam Pomfrey. I couldn't concentrate with the pain,” smiled Quinn.
”Pain?” Poppy once again looked at Harry and saw Quinn raise his arms and show his hands. Quinn's hands had swollen from below the wrist, and the knuckles had turned green and purple.
”What really happened to the both of you?!” asked Poppy, shocked.
Quinn would've waved his hands if they weren't hurt, but he assured, ”Oh, it's nothing. I just punched a man and, well, this happened. If you're concerned, then that man was more injured than I am. In any case, all's well when it ends well.”
”I wasn't concerned about that,” sighed Poppy in exasperation. ”Show me those hands.”
Poppy looked at Quinn's hands and pulled out her wand to cast healing spells on the bones and swollen areas. The fractures in the bones started to knit back while the swelling began to subside as the color in Quinn's hand returned to normal.
”Wait for a while, and they'll be good as new. Even stronger than before,” said Poppy before turning to James. ”Your son is fine. He will be up in a few hours. I could wake him up now, but let him wake up on his own.”
James breathed a sigh of relief at the assurance of the healer.
”Good, then I'll go find McGonagall. She'll take me to Dumbledore. I need to talk to him,” said James.
”I see. Wait for a second,” stopped Poppy and then called out. ”Tipsy!”
A Hogwarts house-elf appeared in the hospital wing after a pop.
”What can Tipsy do for Healy-lady Poppy?” said the house-elf in her squeaky voice and looked at Poppy with her big eyes.
”Tipsy, where's Professor McGonagall?” asked Poppy.
The house-elf tilted her head and spoke after a short silence, ”Proffy Cat be in her office.”
Poppy turned to James and said, ”You heard her. Minerva is in her office. You remember where her office is, right?”
James nodded, and after saying a short thank you, he left the hospital wing to find the Scottish Professor.
After James left, Poppy turned to Quinn.
”You're staying here till your hands are healed; don't even think of leaving before I give you my consent,” warned Poppy as her eyes narrowed.
”Madam Pomfrey, have you ever seen me trying to leave your company early? I'll stay with you as long as you desire,” grinned Quinn.
”I still don't know what happened. How did you get injured? And what about the person who you punched? Where is he? Doesn't he need medical attention? And why was an Auror here at Hogwarts?” rapid fired Poppy, adamant about knowing what was happening.
Quinn slightly smiled and narrated the events from his point of view, emphasizing his heroics that saved the day.
”... Thus, a visit to Hogsmeade turned into an adventure where I saved the Boy-Who-Lived and the Aurors from the Accionites. Not bad for a day's work, right?” beamed Quinn.
Poppy stared at Quinn with her mouth slightly open and then smacked him on the back of his head.
”Why?!” exclaimed Quinn, not expecting the sudden beating.
”You-you knew about Remus being a Werewolf,” fumed Poppy. ”You were messing with me that day when you brought up Werewolves! Do you know how scared I was?!”
”Oh,” uttered Quinn, and then a smile bloomed on his face. ”Yeah, that was fun. I loved the tea. We should do it again soon, how about next Thursday? How does that sound?”
Poppy raised her hand for another smack, but Quinn dodged it with a grin on his face.
”So you don't mind that Remus Lupin is a Werewolf?”
”I don't mind. As long as I or anyone else isn't bitten without their consent,” spoke Quinn. ”Lycanthropy is a disease. I don't blame people who have it. As long as they don't try to spread it, I couldn't care less if they are Werewolves.”
”Without their consent?” asked Poppy with a tiny bit of confusion.
”Yeah, people are stupid. If they went near a Werewolf during a full moon intending to get bitten. I wouldn't blame the Werewolf. Their instincts command them to bite. You can't blame someone for what they can't control.”
After talking to Poppy, Quinn sat down on a bed and closed his eyes. He needed to concentrate. He needed to be prepared for what was about to come.
There were two possibilities, and Quinn needed to simulate how they would unfold.
'That's difficult given the fact that I haven't talked to him,' thought Quinn.
He had come to the hospital wing so that if the first possibility unfolded he would have an audience, which would restrict any possible foul play.
And if the second possibility came to happen, then Quinn would need to be in a place where he would have the chance to gain back up.
'It depends on who will be the messenger. If they are good, I'll have a chance to explain it in-depth, otherwise, if they aren't, I can still get the message across, but it'll have to be short,' thought Quinn as he kept thinking about how things would unfold.
Both possibilities had their own pros and cons.
What Quinn needed was to think about how to maximize the pros and minimize the cons.
”Mr. West, you have gotten yourself involved in something big, haven't you?”
Quinn opened his eyes and saw his Head of House standing there, arms crossed, looking up at him.
”Professor Flitwick. I hope I'm not in trouble,” smiled Quinn, and at the same time, he thought, 'what will happen, though?'
”You're in trouble, Mr. West. You're going to be in detention,” sighed Flitwick. ”Now, if you are healed, let's go. The headmaster has called you to his office.”
'The second one, it is,' thought Quinn.
The first meeting between Quinn West and Albus Dumbledore was ahead.
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Quinn West - MC - ”Oh boy, let's go meet the old man in the tower.”
James Potter - Auror, Wizengamot member - Still worried if he is in trouble.
Poppy Pomfrey - Matron, Med-healer - This kid is too much trouble.
George West - Grandfather - I don't need to be in the chapter to flex.
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