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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

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Chapter 165: Waking Up

James opened his eyes and found himselflyingon a comfortable bed,surroundedby a white curtain. "What the…"

He felt disoriented for a moment, and this was promptly followed by a wave of sharp pain thatspreadall over his body.

"Uggg… damn it."

Herecognizedthe signs of magical exhaustion.

'This time, I may have pushed myself a bit too far…'

James then lifted his arms and noted they were completely covered in bandages. "Did I get burntas well?"

The only thing he was sure of right now was that he was in the school infirmary. This was a place he had become veryaccustomedto over the years.

'Who brought me herethough?.' Hedidn'tthink that either Primum or Nyxaris would be capable ofdragginghis body all the way here.

The only other person who could enter hislaboratorywas… Bellatrix.

A set of loud steps was soon followed by his curtainbeingopened.

Madam Pomfreydidn'tlook too pleased with him right now.

"Mister Potter, do you have any ideahowserious your condition was? You nearly exhausted your magic to completion. Something like that would have either killed you or left you as a squib. What were you thinking?"

"I was… working on something important." James wanted nothing more than to return to his lab now and check on the results of his experiment.

"I hope it was something worth riskingyourlife for," Madam Pomfrey said in a sarcastic way.

"Me too," James responded as he tried to push past the pain and stand up.

"Mister Potter, what are you doing?! You need to stay in bed. I have done what I can, but your body needs time to recover. Your arms and chest were also severely burned."

"Tempus." James waved his hand and conjured several glowing numbers in the air that told him whattimeit was.

"Looks like my magic works fine. Wait, it's just four P.M.?" He had expected it to be much later, as he began his project around midday.

"Mister Potter, it is Sunday. You were brought here yesterday after dinner, and you have slept since then," the nurse answered.

"Sunday?" More than a day had passed since he concluded his project. Now he wanted to go there even more. "After dinner?… Who brought me here?"

Madam Pomfrey took a moment to think about it. "I believe it was one of your friends. Mister Black, perhaps."

"Sirius?" James wondered how Sirius had gotten involved in all of this. "Anyways…" James stood upfromthe bed, much to thecomplaintsof the healer.

"Mister Potter, you must be in tremendous pain right now, and I cannot give you more calming draught,lestyounot wake upagain. What is so important that you have to go right now? There are no classes, so you can rest until tomorrow."

"I'm fine. Itdoesn'thurt that much." His need to find out what happened was more important than his personalcomfort.

The healerrequestedagain for him to stay in bed, but James once more ignored her and walked out of the infirmary after grabbing his personal belongings.

As soon as he was out, he produced a potion that contained a rare fish poison and allowed a single drop to fall onto his tongue.

He had waited until now to do this,lestMadam Pomfrey go crazy.

In highdoses, this poison would kill him. But a single dropwouldact as ananesthetic, numbing his nervous system and making it easier for him to move around.

Unfortunately, he could tell that his magic had yet to recover completely, so he could not cast any spell that was more exhausting than aLumos.

"Maybe I should change first." His robeswerevery damaged, despite all the protective enchantments on them.

He wasrelievedto see that all his pockets had survived, aswell asall the items contained in them. If itwasn'tfor these protections, he would have likely lost his arms altogether.

'That would have been annoying...'

However, despite this, the damage on the robes was very visible andeye-catching.

His eyes moved to thesilverbracelet on his wrist. There were cracks on its surface.

"Tertivor has also beendamaged. The cracks were likely produced due to its source of energy being depleted."

What Jamesdidn'tknow at the moment was that one of thereasonshehad not sufferedfurtherdamagewas because themetallicslime had protected him for as long as it could, until it ran out of magic, creating the cracks on its surface.

"It should still recover over the course of a few days." He had designed it to be self-sustained after all.

"Thisremindsme…" His black and white rings were missing, meaning that Primum and Nyxaris were not with him.

"Where did those two go?"

He walkedthroughthe castle as heconsideredthis, earning the stares of many of the students.

After all, despite Madam Pomfrey's care, his looks were still a bit deplorable. His robes were burned in several places, while the hospital garmentspeekedfrom beneath them. His arms werecoveredin bandages, and several spots on his face had been affectedas well, making it seem like he had just escapedfromthe hospital.

James ignored thestaresand arrived at the Gryffindor Tower on the seventh floor. He walked past the painting of the old lady and entered the common room.

"James! Oh my God!"

He turned to the source of the voice and foundLilyjumping from a sofa and rushing towards him.

"We were all about to go visit you at the infirmary. Did Madam Pomfrey letyouout already?"

"Kindof…" James responded. She wasn't exactly happy about him leaving so early. And he was already expecting to be called by the Headmaster at any time, to be scolded about his 'reckless behavior.'

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