My head is throbbing, more so with the sounds of someone running around.
I open one eye and am seized with the most vicious of headaches. Groaning, I try to turn over to my side, and I nearly shout out in pain.
"He's awake!" A familiar voice reaches my ears, but it's deeper than what I remember.
"Okay," comes another voice. "Keep Toby in his room, please."
A soft, cold hand settles on my forehead, and my eyes fly open, "Aisha?"
"I've called in a healer, a friend of Harry's. She'll be here in a bit. How are you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a car?" I groan. I can feel several broken bones.
"Well, that would be accurate," Aisha murmurs. "Your brain seems to be functioning at least."
The sound of the doorbell has her looking up, "Harry?!"
"Got it!"
A few seconds later, another face w
