#diverged from canon events a bit because he started learning to comtrol his parseltongue stuff before the start of the school year

[fyr-rphub]

[[plotted starter for @ahealerinlondon

Harry was sitting up, still exhausted, but awake and aware, when the healer entered the room. Hogwarts had been evacuated, but Harry had gone down to the chamber of secrets in an incredibly ill-conceived rescue mission instead of out with the rest of the students, and had ended up with a basilisk fang through his arm. It had been brought in with him, when he was immediately transported to the hospital, though he remembered pulling it out of himself to use it as a weapon before he'd passed out. He wasn't sure where it was now. He was sure that he should be paying attention. And probably asking questions, though he really was awful at that.

"I don't feel like I'm dying anymore," he started, trying for lighthearted, but not quite making it.