Harry ignored it.
"Now; once Madam Pomfrey's talked with Miss Weasley and has her settled in bed for the night - even I know she needs plenty of rest, Madam Pomfrey - I need her to take a look at my arm," said Harry firmly. "Then, Neville and I need to shower and change.
"Only then, will I deign to answer any other questions. So, if you quite enjoy standing around a hospital ward being quiet and watching patients being treated, then stay. Otherwise, leave us be until we, and Madam Pomfrey, consider ourselves ready to see you."
All of the adults except for Madam Pomfrey, of course, wisely chose to move away and go stand on the other side of the infirmary to stay out of their way.
Dumbledore tried to step forward, but when he said "Now, Harry, I really..."
Harry swirled his magic and growled at the man. Dumbledore wisely beat a hasty retreat.
Harry chatted to Neville a little, said, "Don't let Dumbledore try to use Legilimency on you, or try to convince you to remain quiet about this. He's just looking to cover his own incompetent arse."
He turned to the medi-witch and said, "Neville and I are going to leave you and Miss Weasley to talk until you're ready to see me." Moving over to stand with the adults, Gran said to Neville, "I trust, Neville, that you do not have on your person any sharp and deadly objects?"
"Luckily for Missus Weasley; no, Gran," he replied.
And for the first time Harry had seen her, the stately lady enveloped her grandson in a firm hug.
"Any more on you, Harry?" asked Sirius.
"Yeah, on the right hand sleeve of my robes and my hands," said Harry. "I need to get the stuff cleaned off."
Dumbledore quickly conjured up a small stand with a large basin of warm soapy water in it.
"Thank you, Headmaster," he said, quickly dipping his hands within and doing his best to scrub them clean. The ink was another matter, though.
After he pulled his hands out - and accepted the offered conjured towel he was handed - Isabel, Cygnus, Gran and Sirius all stepped forward to give him a hug without going near his right sleeve.
"Alright," said Harry. "The full telling of this would take hours, because what you don't know about this started three full weeks ago, with the petrification of our loved ones." He indicated the three where they lay a short distance away. "So, we're going to give you the highlights."
When the adults didn't say anything he nodded and said, "Alright. As I said, this all started three weeks ago when Daphne, Tracey and Hermione were petrified. While he and I were in here - very soon after the girls were brought in - Neville and I made a pact." With Neville adding a few important points, Harry then explained a little about their research, their physical search for the entrance, the gist of the physical manifestation of Riddle, Ginny's thrall, and their battle with the basilisk.
The adults were just starting on asking questions when Madam Pomfrey called Harry over.
"Besides being cranky," she said as he walked over, indicating he should lie down on yet another hospital bed. "What seems to be the problem with you?"
Harry reached down and pulled up the sleeve of his robe on the arm where he was bit. Getting them far enough raised to show the healed mark, he said, "Basilisk bite..." Madam Pomfrey gasped and backed off a bit. "Mister Potter!" she yelped. "I should have seen to you first!"
That brought the Greengrasses, Sirius and Dumbledore over.
Harry glared at the old man and said, "This is a medical issue I wish to discuss with my magical guardians and godfather, Mister Dumbledore. Please back away and allow us our privacy."
Dumbledore looked somewhere between abashed and angry, but he did move away and return to stand with Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, Gran, Neville and Mister Weasley.
Harry, again, lifted his robe sleeve to show the basilisk fang bite.
"This is where the big green beasty bit me," he said. "The fang with the diary over there went right in there." "Sweet Merlin!" gasped Cygnus. "Why aren't you dead?"
"Phoenix tears," replied Harry. "Apparently, phoenix tears heal bites and poisonings by basilisks. But, it was a close thing."
After Madam Pomfrey checked the bite over, she told him the scar would always remain but would diminish with time. Once she was satisfied the basilisk venom was no longer a risk in his system, she'd give him a cream that would help to eradicate much of the scar.
She also healed the wound inside his lip and cheek when he'd tripped over something in the Chamber, plus a couple of others he didn't know he had. During this, Dumbledore had left.
She released him to shower and change. But, instead, Harry went back across to the sword, fang and diary. He conjured a bag for the fang and diary, and used a piece of cloth to hold the hilt of the sword.
With the sword in one hand and the bag in the other, he walked back to Ravenclaw tower.
Students, again, leapt out of his way in fright or fear as he came towards them. However, this time, he was pretty sure it had more to do with his dirty and haggard appearance, and that he was carrying a bloody great sword, than with him being the supposed Heir of Slytherin.
Walking into his dorm he dropped the sword, bag and his bookbag onto his bed. Then stripped off and took all three items into the bathroom.
There, he thoroughly cleaned the sword and fang and did his best to wipe all the dried venom off the cover of the diary. And gave himself a thorough scrub down. Returning to his bed, he opened his trunk and pulled out a decent set of lightweight clothes that were stylish and smart.
Thinking for a moment, he called, "Petey!"
The little elf popped into the dorm room. "Yes Ma... Harry?"
Holding the sword and fang out, he said, "Can you please be very careful with the edge on this blade and the fang because both are very sharp and have recently had poison on them, and take them to Potter Manor, leaving them on the desk?"
"Yes, sir, Harry," the little elf said before popping away with both items.
Harry then picked up the diary and returned to the infirmary. Like Dumbledore earlier, Professors McGonagall and Flitwick were also gone. Mister Weasley was now standing alongside the bed of their daughter, with his now enervated wife on the opposite side.
The Greengrasses, Sirius and Gran were seeing to the girls. Gran was clearly waiting for a, now gone, Neville to return.
"I'm baaa-aack! Did you miss me?" he cheekily asked, walking over to stand alongside Daphne's bed.
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