Continue story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 22 - 'SAVE ME'

CHAPTER 22

“How are you Harry?”Neville asked casting his friend a nervous look.

“Neck’s still stiff,”Harry replied with a sigh.

“We’ll be getting you out of this mate,”Ron said.

“That's what you said three days ago,”Harry groaned. He was still stuck in the bed. Except now he was at Saint Mungo's. None of the members of the order could seem to preform a reversal charm to whatever charm it was that Malfoy had preformed on the bed to trap Harry. He had been stuck for three whole days. Remarkably, he hadn’t had to go to the bathroom, he assumed this was part of the spell. Tonks let out a little giggle.

“Aw Harry, the medi witches and wizards will figure it out, “Tonks said.

“They better. I don’t see how I’m supposed to kill Voldemort while stuck in this bed,”Harry said.Tonks let out another laugh. The order had all had to grab onto the bed and apparate Harry to Saint Mungo’s. He was currently waiting to be treated. He would kill Malfoy. Completely kill him. A dark brown tawny owl flew in with the daily prophet in it’s beak. Lupin hastily dropped in a sickle and took the prophet he opened it and frowned deeply.

“What is it?”Neville asked.

“There’s been another break out in Azkaban, like before,”Lupin said slowly. Harry lifted his head as far as he could, but unfortunately, everyone’s backside was still the only thing he could manage to see. He kicked his legs in protest but it didn’t do much good, except knock his glasses askew.Harry’s arms were pinned in between the mattresses. Harry groaned. Hermione knelt down to his eye level and put his glasses on right. Hermione laughed despite herself.

“Battling a dragon, a basilisk, no problem, but a bed has Harry Potter pinned?”she said.