That evening, Harry slowly came to on the hospital bed. The moment he opened his eyes, he found a crowd of heads gathered around him.
"Harry's awake!"
"How are you, Harry?"
"Are you all right, Harry?"
"Feeling okay, Potter?"
"Make another sound and you're all out!" Madam Pomfrey roared from the doorway.
Everyone: (.﹏.*)
"How did the match go?!" Harry shot upright.
"We didn't win, but we didn't lose either." Bing Huan took a blanket from the cupboard and draped it over Harry. England wasn't warm at this time of year, especially on a rainy day. "The match was declared a draw. But because Cedric saved you, Hufflepuff got fifty points."
"Phew." Harry let out a breath of relief. "Thank you, Cedric."
Cedric shook his head. "I wasn't going to beat an incomplete Gryffindor team."
"Let's get one thing straight: we're definitely going to win." Wood stepped forward.
"Wood, I'm sorry I caused trouble again—"
"No, Harry!" Wood gripped Harry's shoulders. "This isn't your fault. When it comes down to it, that damn Voldemort is to blame. If he hadn't come, Black wouldn't have come either, and there wouldn't have been any Dementors. We would've won today. Don't lose heart. You're the best Seeker I've ever seen."
"I'll recover as quickly as I can and get back to training." Everyone's encouragement helped Harry regain his spirits.
Just then, Madam Pomfrey came over again, and Cedric and the other team members all went outside.
"What happened after I passed out?" Harry sat up in bed. "Did Dumbledore drive the Dementors away?"
Ron sat excitedly on the edge of the bed. "You have no idea. Huan, Dumbledore, and that white-haired old man beside him were furious."
"Ron, that was Grindelwald. Huan told us about him," Hermione added.
"Right, right, him," Ron