"HEYA HARRY! I HOPE YOU WILL GET WELL SOON! I SHALL SEND A PACKAGE OF YOUR FAVOURITE DESSERT TOMORROW WITH ANOTHER SPECIAL GIFT, ALRIGHT?! BUT IF YOU WANT THEM, YOU OUGHT TO GET OUTTA THE FREAKIN' PLACE AND IN REAL FREAKIN' PLACE! YOU GET ME?! AND IF–"

Ignoring a thingamajig attached to his hand, Harry slammed the umbrella – which ended up getting torn – at the howler that Neville had sent. The pointed end of the umbrella made sure to take the shouting letter down with it. He briefly wondered if all that a lucky charm did was help take down the enemy, in this case the howler.

Harry sighed in relief. "Mr Potter are you serious–?!" It was Healer Mimosa. Harry blushed in embarrassment when her eyes moved from the broken thingamajig to the umbrella fallen down as if its spinal cord had been operated out. The tired Healer sighed even more wearily. "They warned me that trouble came as a buy-one-get-one free package when you came under my care. Guess I should have gone with that Talonwilson-or-whatever guy."

The thingamajig – which was actually the stand holding his bottle of glucose – was repaired using magic in no time, once again leaving Harry wonderstruck about the magical world. Soon after that, Harry had had an eventful encounter with his best mate, Ron.

"Argh!" Ron's entrance was marked by his exclamation. In fact, the black-haired boy would have never noticed him entering if that was not loud enough to wake the whole hospital. It was, after all, thirty minutes to eleven in the night.

"Good evening?" he asked, trying to sit up but failing. The lights were turned on and the door was shut. It was only him and his insanely mad best friend now and alarmingly, Harry had no wand near his bedside table. It was in Hermione's bag which was lying a good five feet away from him.

"Agh!"

"Oi!"

"OI!"

"MR POTTER!" the sound-sensitive charm went off. "If I hear another howler, I shall turn into a wolf and howl at you for the rest of your life! You better go to sleep now!" Healer Mimosa's stern – albeit sourceless – voice shouted at him.

"Ruddy hell —"

"Keep it quiet, will you Ron?!"

"MR POTTER! If I hear another howler, I shall turn into a wolf and howl at you for the rest of your life!"

Harry sighed in exasperation. He thought, for once in lifetime, he could be away from Mrs Black's shouts for two days but apparently, he also had the curse of being yelled at. "What's the ruddy problem here?" Ron asked, now in a hushed tone. The black-haired boy shrugged in response, not feeling like it to answer. Instead, he chose to address Ron's sudden and alarmed hurtle into his private ward.

"You're quite early for tomorrow's visit."

"Well, no because I won't be visiting you tomorrow." Harry arched an eyebrow at his best friend. "You'll be sent home tomorrow, mate. Besides there was a nasty incident earlier today."

This perked Harry's interest enough for him to make another attempt to sit up. "Incident?" he probed.

Ron nodded. "The Minister and Robards had paid Burrow a visit. They wanted to meet you and assuming you to be there, they were waiting at the lamppost near our home for Dad to give them entry. The wards were preventing entry of people unknown to what Bill had inscribed on the fidelius tablet." As soon as the war ended, each and every magical household had been given a fidelius tablet to safeguard the property from any external invasion. If any person excluding the names written on the tablet try to infiltrate through, the caster or the spell would be alarmed. This was more of a security measure for leftover and vengeful Death Eaters than anything.

"Is it?"

"Indeed. Mum was infuriated when she found out you had been sent on a Snatcher-hunting odyssey. We never quite told her why you landed up in the hospital fearing for her reaction, you see." Ron winced, as if the memory was quite terrifying. That explained why Mrs Weasley never paid him a visit. Here I was worrying that she was going to cut ties with me for hurting her daughter.

"Hard time convincing her to not lash out at Robards. The poor guy was sweating to the core." There was a sense of humor hidden in Ron's voice. "Anyways, Hermione saved the day by making up an excuse of you being seriously unwell. Your location, according to them, is home but they've no idea what's your home although I bet Kingsley does. The man's a legend. Besides, we don't want a bunch of reporters swarming up on 'ol Mungos, do we?"

Harry nodded in agreement. "Tell my thanks to Hermione, Ron."

Ron waved it away and finally took a seat on one of the chairs. "That's not the matter now, mate." Ron's tone took a serious turn as he leaned forward in his place. If anything, Harry was fully aware by now, thinking about what other existential crisis would make Ron turn so edgy.

"What is it, then?!"

"There was this bloke. He was one of the security personnel of the Minister. And he–"

Harry had a bad feeling about where this was going. He couldn't ignore the pang of  jealousy that was already gnawing at his insides. "And he?"

Ron's expression darkened even further. He stood up from his chair and turned his back towards Harry. "He was hitting on your girl."

Hey guys!

Sorry about the all caps at the start lol. That's just how I write howlers, so yeah!

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