Chapter 503 - The Potter’s (2/2)
”It is the last day of July,” Smethwyck slowly said to see if that garnered any reaction. Failing to see any, he adds, ”July 31st of 1974, tomorrow will be August 1st.”
James eyes widen in shock as Smethwyck firmly says, ”Patient James Fleamont Potter, please rest for now, there will be testing done to ensure that everything is healing well. And if all should go well, Mr. Potter, you shall be released later this very evening.”
”Oh, thank you, Healer Smethwyck!” The Potter couple gratefully said.
Smethwyck nods in reply, before returning the clipboard back in place and striding away. He would need to call upon another Healer to aid him in the memory test. He had the firm impression that something had gone astray, either from the head crack or from the fever. Possibly even a side effect from the combination of both.
James turned to stare at his parents and asked, ”How long have I been here?” And after a brief pause adding, ”Mum and Dad,” in obvious delight and disbelief.
”Only two days, Jamie,” Euphemia muttered. ”Today will be your third day.”
ames sighs with mixed emotions as he leans back to rest in his pillows. Euphemia fluffs up his pillows and asks her son, 'Would you like some soup to eat?”
”Please,” James gratefully said as she hurries off to find a healer and ask for soup.
Turning to eye the old figure of his father, James eyes smarten with tears as his voice turns gruff. ”I'm so sorry, Dad. I promise that I'll never put you through something like this again.”
”I know you won't son,” Fleamont cracked a smile. ”But your mother and I will see to it that you are taken off the Quidditch team for the entire year.��
Fleamont waits for the expected cries of protest, but instead James surprises him. ”I think that would be for the best, dad. I did something really foolish and frankly Quidditch doesn't seem that appealing at this juncture.”
Fleamont sputters in surprise, ”If I knew that was all it took for you to mature, young man, I'd have clonked you on the head myself ages ago!”
James wryly chuckles along with Fleamont as they enjoy this father and son moment. Blinking around, James takes in the hospital and slowly says, ”How did I get here?”
Fleamont makes a wary face, before reaching over to tousle his son's untamed hair. ”You were out flying in a storm and fell.”
James's face falters as he closes his eyes shaking his head at himself. That was indeed something in his character. Opening his eyes, he bitterly says, ”Sorry Dad, Mum, I didn't mean to cause you to worry.” And with a determined expression on his face, he says, ”And it won't happen again, I promise!”
��Good, because you won't be seeing the other end of a broom all this summer and into the school year, young man!” Euphemia roared, before patting her son's face as if to reassure herself he was there with them.
James leans into his mother's touch as Fleamont smiles tiredly at his only son. And he and Euphie had received the fright of their lives, the clonk to James's head had done their son a turn for the better. It was a blessing in disguise.