Let me heal you for now

Harry Potter art for a possibly some day to be written story. As soon as my writer's block goes away. Harry's sick and in hospital wing and Yami (me) had the fun run in with a bludger on the stair case. How do you ask? One word.

Peeves.

Anyhow, poor Harry can't sleep, having his usual bad dreams, and although I am a Slytherin, me and the girls are the only students in Hogwarts who doesn't care about the house rivalries. I've been told my lap is a great pillow just as my tummy is, escept I hate my stomach like nothing else. But I like to sing so thats why there at lryics on the pic.