Ah, I guess I left y’all hanging.  But not really in a bad way (not like some people do, making their readers beg for information), just in a “huh?” way.

The ER visit.    

First of all, before I write anything, everyone is fine.  If you’re hoping for gore, it’s not here.  There is blood (lots of blood).  And impatient kids.   Most of us were unscathed.

It seems rather boring, so I’ve added a little to the story to keep y’all from going to sleep.

*throws erasor*

I said, to keep y’all from going to sleep.  That’s better.  Ahem:

Harry and Hermione were having a little spat in the Gryffindor common room.  Apparently Hermione had stolen something very valuable to Harry and refused to return it – a bagel.  Harry was chasing her, determined to correct a great travesty of justice.

Since he was distracted, Voldemort saw his opportunity, suddenly appearing in the form of a table – before Harry could react he smacked him right in the forehead!  Harry melted, letting out an ear-splitting shriek.

Professor McGonagall arrived almost instantly, realized it was a mortal wound, and shouted for Professor Snape (who happened to be brushing his teeth in a nearby room) to bring some ice.  Snape searched all of Hogwarts before finally finding the only source of ice, next to Dumbledore’s office.

It was quickly realized that young Harry should perhaps be examined in the medical wing, so the gang quickly hopped in the magic Toyota and made their way there (due to outsourcing, the medical wing is no longer in Hogwarts proper, a risky move I do believe, since it gets more attention than Myrtle’s bathroom).  After what seemed like an hour filling out forms (with much outsourcing comes much bureaucracy), Harry was finally shown to a chamber, where he commenced The Wait.

The Wait is a test that is given to young magicians, to see just how many songs, questions, and sound effects they can summon to bounce off of the tile walls.  Also it gave Snape a chance to consider using the “Heartstart XL” on himself, since his “silence” spells kept failing (Harry is indeed a powerful wizard).   Promptly (and by “promptly” it is meant “two hours and change”) a cajun Magician appeared to apply eye of newt and tail of rat and some nice bandages to the wound, telling Harry that Voldemort may have scarred him for life, and also no swimming.

Harry couldn’t care less about the scar, but the no swimming order concerned him greatly.  Snape surrendered a hundred gold pieces and the pair walked out into the brilliant sunshine, where they found Professor McGonagall entertaining (and just barely) Ron and Hermione.  She gave Snape the OMG Look of Frustration, to which Snape could only respond “we only have six more hours in the car together today” and “hey look, something shiny!”

The group then went to the Great Hall (cleverly disquised as a McDonalds to fool the McMuggles) for a feast, then flew eastward toward their destination.