Madame Pomfrey stared at him calculatingly before ushering him onto a nearby bed.
"Well, it is not unheard for sight to correct itself", she began. "It is quite uncommon, particularly if it is a magical affliction" she explained. "Was your deficit magic based?", she questioned.
"I don't know" Harry shrugged. "My aunt and uncle took me to a muggle optician when I was young and they gave me these", he answered, gesturing towards the frames clutched in his hand. "So you never visited a magical healer?", Pomfrey asked with a frown.
"Not until I met you in first year", Harry replied with certainty.
Madame Pomfrey huffed irritably and began mumbling about incompetence and children not receiving the correct care.
"Ok Mr. Potter, I am going to check your eyes, don't worry it is just a simple spell so I can see if there are any issues", she explained in a calming manner.
Harry just nodded and allowed her to proceed, trusting her as he always had with his well-being.
As the woman began casting the spell he felt as though his eyes had turned to a very liquid jelly, a feeling he immediately disliked. As quickly as it started the spell ended and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. "That was weird", he concluded succinctly, shaking his head sharply.
"Well, it seems that your eyes a completely fine Mr. Potter, I don't know what the problem was with them before but it is gone", She informed him, though she was clearly confused a little herself. "You should think yourself lucky, not many people are as fortunate to have their eyes seemingly repair themselves", she finished with a thoughtful frown.
"Thank you Madame Pomfrey", Harry said gratefully, relieved at the good news.
"Perhaps I should give you a thorough check up", Pomfrey suggested thoughtfully.
"No, it's fine", Harry returned quickly, not wanting to be pulled about any further, he had had enough of that in his life already especially under the care of this woman. "Really, it's ok" he added reassuringly. "Fine", She conceded unhappily. "But if you feel off at all you come straight back, you hear?", she asked firmly.
Harry just nodded before sliding off the bed and returning to Neville and the girls, who were now gathered around Ron.
Harry could see that he was already scowling as he approached and sighed inwardly at the thought of the impending argument.
"Finally decided to show then?" Ron growled as Harry reached them, folding his arms in his annoyance.
"I've been completely out of it until this morning Ron" Harry explained.
"Couldn't have been that bad" Ron shrugged in reply. "You weren't in here like us" he added heatedly.
"I was asleep" Harry reiterated. "It's not like I didn't come here on purpose". "So you get to sleep peacefully", Ron grumbled. "It's your fault we are here anyway" he spat venomously.
"Ron!", Ginny cut in hotly, warning her brother.
Harry narrowed his eyes at his friend, surprised by how calm he was feeling. Under normal circumstances he would be furious and would vocalise his anger without even thinking about it, clearly the reaction that the others in the room were expecting as they looked between the two worriedly.
Harry stifled the unusually small amount of rage he felt before speaking.
"Tell me, when did I force you to come with me?", he asked the redhead calmly. "At which point did I curse any of you or put that brain on you?" he questioned further with a raised eyebrow. Ron frowned a muttered incoherently, clearly having no answer to those questions.
"I didn't", Harry answered for him, his voice maintaining its calm tone. "If you remember correctly I told you all to stay behind but it was you that insisted on coming along, as you always have" he pointed out. "I have never asked for your help and I have never made you do anything, yes I am sorry you got hurt but I'm not going to be blamed for it when it was you that came of your own free will" he finished firmly.
"You nearly got us killed, you got Sirius killed" Ron retorted hotly.
Harry swallowed the pang of guilt and sadness he felt at the accusation, narrowed his eyes and stepped towards Ron, allowing a little of his anger to surface as he spoke.
"Sirius died doing what he promised my parents he would, protecting me and I know full well that I am the reason he was there, I don't need you pointing that out" Harry said in just above a whisper. "But I will tell you what Ron, if you want to blame me then that's fine, but remember, you have your own brain in your head, use it in future before you are tragically led astray" he advised, finishing with his face only six inches away from the redhead's own.
Ron simply could not reply. He was used to Harry shouting and screaming, being quick to temper, he wasn't used to this and it was much more scary seeing his friend so calm. A shiver ran down his spine as Harry spoke to him this way so easily, making him shudder involuntarily and swallowing deeply.
"Now, I have a few things to do, could one of you tell me when Hermione wakes up please?" Harry asked, eliciting a dumb nod of concurrence from Neville. Harry then made his way out of the hospital wing leaving behind three dumbfounded friends in his wake.
"That was very unlike Harry", Luna declared, breaking the silence.
"It's scarier when he doesn't shout" Neville observed with a shake of his head.
"What's happened to him?", Ginny asked worriedly.
"His godfather just died", Neville reminded her.
"I don't think that's grief, something is very different about him", she replied sounding very sure of herself.
"Shall we will keep an eye on him?", Neville asked nervously.
"Yeah", Ginny readily agreed. "I think we have to", she added sounding a little more certain. "Are you ok Ron?" she questioned her brother who was looking pale.
"Why didn't he shout?", Ron asked simply. "When we are mad at each other we shout, have a few days to ourselves and then we make up" he explained, still confused at what had happened and still a little jittery.
The other three just shrugged, not understanding it anymore than Ron did.
(BREAK)
After exiting the hospital wing Harry made his way to the library, even more keen to distract himself after the run in he had with Ron. He again pushed his emotions away reminding himself that he needed to be focused and not allow himself to be distracted by what had happened over the last few days.
He entered the room to find it mostly empty, save for a few Ravenclaw students, and began perusing the shelves, looking for anything that could be useful in a fight with Death Eaters.