Chapter one

Harry rolled over onto his back and stared at the canopy of his four poster bed. Friday. Nearly the weekend. But first he had to get through...
Potions. Harry swore loudly, pulled himself out of bed and threw a pillow at Ron.
"what? it's to early," was Ron's way of a morning greeting.
"Ron, it's 7. Everyone else is in the great hall."
"oh."
Harry and Ron descended down the spiral staircase that led to the common room 10 minutes later.
"morning Harry, Ron," Hermionie looked as though she had been up for hours, which, knowing her, she probably had.
A large twany owl landed infront of Harry carrying a large red letter clamped in its beak.
"what? How can you get a howler?" Ron asked, incredulous.
"I don't know. None of my relatives can send one."
"are you sure its meant for you?" Hermionie looked confused and, a little scared.
Harry took the letter out of the owls beak and looked at the address.
"'Harry Potter, Gryffindor table, Great Hall, Hogwarts.' Thats definitley me."
Before the other two could say anything, the letter bursted into flames.
"Harry Potter. I'm coming to get you. Mark my words, Harry Potter, I willl find you."
Harry looked up and saw that everyone was staring at him.
"what? did you two not understand every word of that threat letter?"
"threat letter? thats what it was?" Ron asked, looking a little scared and surprised at the fact that Harry had asked him such a stupid question.
"you couldn't understand it? Hang on! It was in parsletounge?"
"Got there eventually, didn't you, Potter?" Snape stood right behind them, listening to every word of their conversation.
"Severus, Don't be so hard on the boy, he's just had a terrible shock," Dumbledore reprimanded Snape.
"Haven't we all?" to Harry's shock, Mcgonagall was also there.
"Please, come with us, Harry." Dumbledore ordered Harry, but so politely that Snape rolled his eyes. Harry stood up and followed his headmaster out of the hall, with everyone staring at him and looking quickly away again as Snape, who was bringing up the room, glared at them. They walked up to the stone gargoyle garding Dunbledore's office in complete silence. only when Harry had sat down opposite Dumbledore, Snape and Mcgonagall did Dumbledore speak.
"Harry, what did that letter say? the most i have been able to gather is that it was from Voldemort, seen as other than you, he is the only parslemouth alive that I know of."
" It said:' Harry Potter. I'm coming to get you. Mark my words, Harry Potter, I will find you.' Sir, you don't think Voldemort will try to come to Hogwarts, do you?"
" I cannot say, Harry. I cannot say. Though I think, from all the evidence, that you are in the most danger here. The students should go back home."
"Albus, surely you could do something to-" but she broke off. Harry had given a cry of pain and his hand had jumped to his scar.
"Harry? What is it? What have you seen?" Dumbledore was leaning over Harry, concern etched on every line of his old face.
"He's coming. I don't know where Voldemort is at the moment, but he is on his way here."
Mcgonagall and Snape both looked shocked at how Harry knew this. Harry could tell that, considering how rare parselmouths are, telipathic wizards, was even stranger.
"There is no time to send the students home. The problem is, I don't know of a room big enough to hide them all." Dumbledore seemed to be thinking aloud, for he didn't seem to be expecting anyone to answer.
" the room of requirment!" Harry shouted, suddenly.
"the room of what?" Snape alone seemed most interested in how Harry knew this.
"the room of requirement. It's a room that appears only when a person has real need of it. We used it as our headquaters last year.For the DA," Harrry added in answer to Snape's questioning look.
"we'll hide them there. Harry, I'm afraid you'll have to hide to. If Voldemort's coming here for you, it's you we have to protect," Dumbledore informed the silent group.
"No. Please, professor, if it's me Voldemort's after, it's me he won't rest until he's found. I can't put you all through that."
"if that is your final word Harry, then you will fight. May you be protected by the twin cores." Harry had not been expecting this, and neither, it turned out, had Snape or Mcgonagall, for both let out snorts of indignation.
"Professor!" Harry cried. "he's here."
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Chapter 2

They sped down to the great hall and Harry headed back to the Gryffindor table.
"Harry. What's going on?" Hermione asked, urgently. Before Harry could reply, Dumbledore spoke.
"Lord Voldemort is coming. All of you, ALL of you," his eyes rested on the Weasley twins, "have to go into hiding. There is not time to send you home, or believe me, I would. The room of requirement should hide you all. Please follow those members of the DA to the room. Stay there until Voldemort has left. Go, quickly." The room was filled with a defeaning scraping noise as everyone stood up, as one.
"Harry, we're staying with you. We'll be beside you, no matter what," Hermione said, while Ron noddded in the background.
"No. It's to dangerous. I don't want you two to die for me. Go. Please."
"Harry, this is our decision. We'll be here for you. Harry?" Hermione sounded concered, for Harry's hand had just jumped to his head again.
"He's coming up the drive. There's not enough time to get everyone out. PROFESSOR!" Harry shouted above the cries of the DA trying to get everyone to the room.
"Harry?" Dumbledore was suddenly by his side.
"Voldemort's coming up the drive. We need to get everyone back in the Great Hall. If we don't, he'll kill them all."
"Alright. Alright. SILENCE!" Dumbledore called the crowd to attention. "Everyone back in here. QUICKLY!" Everyone immediately changed direction and forced each other out of the way. In their haste, no-one sat at the house tables. They forced their way up the sides of the hall, and no-one stood near the door. Then, suddenly, silence descened on the hall. Harry knew that only one person could have caused such a complete silence so quickly. Voldemort strode into the middle of the room.
"Where is Harry Potter?" Voldemort's high, cold voice rang through the room. Nobody replied.
"I shall ask you again. Where is Harry Potter?" Harry could see Voldemort losing patience. Harry forced his way through the people in front of him and stepped out into the no-man's-land between the students and Voldemort.
"I'm here." He saw shock on everyone's face. Evidently, no-one had thought that he would give himself up. Harry and Voldemort pulled out their wands at exactly the same time.
"You seem such a strong boy, at first glance, don't you, Harry," Voldemort hissed at him, as though no-one else existed. "But what if I bring in some dementor's?" He clicked his fingers and a pair of dementors swooped down on Harry and grasped his arms. At once, Harry felt the chill that only dementors could bring. He collapsed onto his knees and Voldemort stood over him, looking triumphant.
"Not so strong now, are you." Distantly, Harry heard his mother screaming as he fell to the floor at Voldemort's feet. Behind him, Dumbledore was single handedly restrining Mcgonagall, Flitwick and Sprout from coming to Harry's aid. Suddenly, as his mother's screams drew closer, Ron and Hermione flashed into his mind. The screams and pleads grew fainter, as the image of Ron and Hermione grew stronger.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry cried from the floor and the stag burst from his wand and Voldemort's face registered nothing but shock, as Harry pulled himself up.
"You can repel them?" Voldemort stared at Harry with an expression that clearly said "well, you do learn something new every day."
"I learnt in third year. You didn't think that with dementors at every entrance, I was just going to sit there and hear my dead mother pleading with you every time I went outside?" Voldemort's shock vanished as he let out a laugh.
"Well, if I can't weaken you that way..." He pulled Hermione from the crowd and threw her to the floor.
"Come!" Instantly Nagini was at his side.
"Kill!" As soon as he spoke the command, Nagini wrapped herself around Hermione until her head was level with Hermione's neck.
"Stop!" Harry cried, louder than Voldemort had ordered the attack, but in the same hissing snarl that only Voldemort could understand. Nagini imediately unwravelled herself from Hermione's waist. Everyone around the walls drew back as Harry and Voldemort both started communtcating in a way that no-one else could.
"I forgot that you were a parselmouth as well, Harry."
"Well, now that you've remembered..."
"Quite. Now that I've remembered-" He turned his head back to Nagini. " Ignore him. Kill the Mudblood."
"No!" Harry shouted as Nagini made for Hermione's head. Harry flung himself next to her and tried to pull Nagini away, but Nagini just hissed at him.
" Go away, Harry."
"No! Leave her alone."
"I'm not listening!" and, strangly, Nagini started to hum, like a child does to block out the sound of your voice and Voldemort started to laugh.
" She's loyal, Harry. As you know, she is doing the utmost to block out your voice.
Well done, Nagini."
"Thank you, Master."
"Please. Stop it. Please." Harry begged Voldemort as Nagini, who had rewrapped herself around Hermione's torso, opened her mouth to strike.
"Are you begging? Are you begging me to spare the life of a Mudblood?" Voldemort could hardly belive his ears.
"Yes, I guess I am. Please stop it. Please."
[/i]"Fine. Though you have to do something for me."
"Anything. Just don't kill Hermione."
"Surrender your wand." Harry's heart missed a beat. "Give me your wand and the Mudblood lives."
"Fine." Harry reached inside his robes and handed Voldemort his pheonix feather wand. He had lost the one protection he had. The twin cores where now gone.
"Stop."
"But master, I'm hungry, and she looks so tasty." Harry let out a gasp of disgust.
"I said stop." Nagini, still muttering darkly, let Hermione go. Harry helped Hermione up and saw her safely to Ron's arms. Harry turned back to Voldemort, now defenceless.
"Give me what you've got." Harry braced himself for the curse, heard the high, cold, cruel voice utter it, saw the flash of green light, heard the screams of everyone around him and then everything went black.

Chapter 3

I'm floating

But am I alive?

I think so

But how can you tell?

Because I'm floating.

How is that proof?

I'm not sure. But it is

Will you come back as a ghost? If you're dead, that is.

No. I think I might come back as a poltergiest.

Why a poltergiest?

That way, I can annoy Voldemort and cause him pain.

But if you go back, you won't be able to see Sirius, your mother or your father.

I hadn't thought of that.

What's that?

What?

That fork in the road?

I thought we had agreed on the fact that I-

We

-we are floating.

Oh yeah. Well, it's definitley a fork.

You're right.

Of course I'm right

What do the signs say?

The one on the left says "The Great Hall" and the one on the right says "Death"

So we can't be dead then

I guess we can't.

So do we go back, or do we die?

I can't belive you even have to ask that

No neither can I. So we go back?

Obviously.

Ok. Left it is.

But we're floating.

You know what I mean

I do?

You do

Oh, yeah. I do

Honestly.

Chapter 4

Everything and everyone was silent. No-one had moved or spoken since Harry had accepted the curse and fallen to the floor. Voldemort now approached him. He bent low over Harry's form and held a long, white finger to his kneck. Voldemort had felt a pulse.
"Harry Potter. Hit squarley with the killing curse and you still survive. There's just no stopping you, is there?"
"No." Harry got slowly to his feet, clutching his chest, that hurt like it would if Dudley had punched him in the same spot ten times. Voldemort turnde on his heel and swept from the room. No-one moved, everyone afraid that Voldemort would come back.
"He's gone!" a prefect shouted to the hall. Everyone started shouting and cheering at the same time and the crowd surged towards Harry. But the first person to reach him was Dumbledore.
"Harry. What can I say?"
"You don't have to say-" Dumbledore cut across him.
"You did what many fully grown men would have been scared to do. You surrendered yourself for a friend. When Voldemort asked you for your wand, I was sure that he didn't expect you to hand it over. When you did, he was so shocked, I saw that much in his face. Had he been paying attention he probably wouldn't dare touch you. You have accepted that everyone must die and, as we both know, that is something that Voldemort will never understand." Before Harry could say anything, Dumbledore had patted him on the back, spoken a few quiet words to professor Mcgonagall and left. Now Ron and Hermione flung themselves on top of him and Harry was shocked to see that Hermione was crying.
"Hermione? Whats wrong?"
"Thank you. You sacrificed yourself for me. How can I ever repay you?"
"You don't have to. Hermione, I did it because Voldemort had told Nagini to ignore me and kill you. He was torturing me in a different way then he has done in the past. Your safe and that's all that matters."
"Back to class now. Hurry up. Oh, Cruncersy, I want your essay on my desk before the end of the day or your in detention." Mcgonagall ordered everyone while Harry hugged Hermione and Ron patted her on the back. "Potter, Granger, the headmaster says that you two neadn't attend class today."
"I'm fine," Harry and Hermione both said in unison, tears still silently cascading down Hermione's face.
"If you wnat to go, that's fine to. Miss Granger, why don't you go to Madam Pomfrey for something for shock. Potter? What's wrong?" Harry had just bent double clutching his chest as the place where the curse had hit him throbbed ever harder.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Harry did his best to stand straight again, but couldn't manage it.
"Potter, you'd better go to the hospital wing to and get Madam Pomfrey to look at that wound. I'm no expert on killing curse wounds but maybe she has a better knowledge. Can you walk?"
"I'm fine. I don't need anyhting." Harry walked a few steps and collapsed. He only remaind upright due to the fact that he had grabbed hold of Ron's robes.
"Potter, you're going to the hospital wing and thats that. Weasley, do you reckon you could help him? As you may have noticed, given the fact he is hanging of your robes, Potter can't walk very far in the present circumstances."
"Of course." Ron pulled Harry's arm over his shoulder while Hermione appeared and grabbed his other arm. Together they supported Harry past the students staring as they passed, while Harry winced occasionally.
"Cursed wound?" Madam Pomfrey asked as they crossed the threshold of the hospital wing.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked as she and Ron deposited Harry in the nearest bed.
"Professor Dumbledore dropped in and told me of your little fight. You know I've never known another student with such a knack for attratcing trouble as you, Potter." She said as she pulled a tray with all manner of different bottles (which she had evidently had ready ever since Dumbledore told her of what had happened) over. She lifted his top up which revealed a small green circle smelling badly of rotten eggs.
"Well, I've never seen anything like this before," Madam Pomfrey remarked while Ron and Hermione turned their heads away in disgust at the smell issuing from Harry's chest. As Hermione gave a loud sniff, Pomfrey looked up and seemed to see for the first time how wet Hermione's face was.
"I'm so sorry. Albus did mention that you would be in a state of considerable shock." She pulled bustled round to Hermione pulling a bottle of calming draught out of her pocket. After Hermione had calmed down and admitted to feeling much better, she turned her attention back to Harry's torso. The hospital wing doors burst open and Snape strode in.
"The headmaster said that you might need some help. He said that Killing curse wounds where not something that you would have seen before and that I may be able to assist you," Snape sneered while his black eyes looked around for the source of the smell coming, quite literally, from under his nose. Only then did his eyes fall on Harry and Snape suddenly seemed a little stuck for ideas.
"Potter, does it hurt?"
"Yes." Snape raised his eyebrows. "Sir," he added quickly.
"Well, even I have to admit that I'm a little stumped this time. And children," He looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione as he said it "that is the first and last time you will ever hear me say that. How much does it hurt?" he shot at Harry.
"Not much," as he said it, he gasped and his hand went to his chest.
"Not much?"
"A little."
"Harry, stop pretending it doesn't hurt." Hermione reprimanded him.
"How do you know?" Harry asked, indignant.
"Harry, you can barely walk. If it only hurt a bit, you'd be able to stand up straight."
"Alright. It hurts a hell of a lot."
"Would this help?" Madam Pomfrey pulled a bottle of bright blue liquid form her collection and handed it to Snape, who pulled the stopper out and sniffed.
"Essence of Rue... bubotuber pus... gravy...wait a minute, GRAVY? ah. My mistake. flobberworm mucus... boomslang juice... in short, a painkiller. Might work until we can figure out what to do to stop it completley." He passed the bottle back to Madam Pomfrey who poured out a genourous spoonful and poured it down Harry's throat. At once, the pain lifted from his chest.
"How do you feel?" Madam Pomfrey asked, putting away her many bottles with a flick of her wand.
"Fine," Harry said, compltely honestly.
"If you don't mind, Poppy, I have a class I'm meant to be teaching that I'll have to get back to. Weasley, Granger you two should get back to lessons to. Poppy, will I be seeing Potter in potions this afternoon or not?" Snape stated and Ron and Hermione, though both wanted to stay with Harry, knew better than to argue with him.
"I daresay you will. Potter, you'll stay here until this afternoon when you will go to your lessons and dinner and then come back." Harry knew better than to argue with her about the prospect of spending the night in the hospital wing. He said goodbye to Ron and Hermione who, much to Harry's displeasure, promised to get all his homework for him and lay back on his pillows thinking about that afternoon when he had double potions last and, thankfully, defence against the dark arts.

I'll update soon!











[size=2]Author's Note: Just so you know, they are in 6th year but Lupin is their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. The students know about Lupin being a werewolf.

[size=1] Chapter 5

When Harry walked into the defence against the dark arts room, all the laughter and talking stopped. Everyone was staring at Harry, who had the feeling, once again of being centre stage.
"Harry. Nice patronus earlier." Lupin smiled at Harry and as he passed his desk, Harry stopped.
"Thanks, professor."
"What memory did you think of, so suddenly?"
"What?"
"Harry, you are the first wizard that I've ever come across who can cast a patronus while dementors hold their arms. Something came straight into your mind at that particular moment and it burned strong, whatever it was." The whole class was listening into their conversation at this point.
"Ron and Hermione."
"Ron and Hermione?" Harry nodded as he felt his face go red. "I'm not surprised. With no parents to look after you, you turn to your freinds for comfort. I know how you feel, Harry. Your father, and more so, your mother, where there for me, and weren't put off by the knowledge of what I am. Your mother figured it out first, but your father, Sirius and, rather annoyingly, Peter became animagi and helped me through my life at hogwarts. Don't under-estimate the power of your freinds, Harry."
"I won't, professor."
40 mintues, and a lot of injuries later, Harry found himself walking down to Snape's dungeon all the happiness at being back in his favourite subject, gone.
"Ah, Potter. How's the chest pain coming along?" was the first thing Snape said as Harry walked past, and he saw Malfoy look up, obviously wanting to hear something that he could taunt Harry with in the safety of Snape's dungeon.
"Fine, sir," Harry replied in an effort at a polite voice, not wanting to give Snape an excuse to put him in detention.
"Still taking painkillers every hour?" as Harry nodded, Malfoy gave out a loud snort.
"Well, Malfoy, if you've got a cure for a small green circle and a hell of a lot of chest pain, now would be a good time to mention it." As Harry looked into Snape's face, it was with difficulty that he restrained himself from adding "and that's a detention for me." When Harry looked around the dungeon and saw that he was the only one still standing, he sped to the back and flung himself in the seat next to Ron and Hermione.
As soon as the clock hit the hour, Harry's chest felt like it was on fire. Bent double with the pain of it, he tried to put his hand up to ask if he could go to the hospital wing and get some painkillers when he realised that Snape was right behind him.
"Yes, Potter, you may go." When Ron and Hermione moved to help Harry , however, Snape held up his hand. "You two can stay here. I'm sure Potter doesn't need your help. After all, a little chest pain never hurt anyone." Harry stood, got halfway to the door, fell, grabbed onto the nearest table and caused the cauldron on it to upend itself onto the dungeon floor.
"POTTER!" Snape shouted, ten times louder than usual, as Harry tried to stand up, but couldn't quite manage it. Snape towered over Harry, looking angrier than Harry had seen in a long time. Again, Harry tried to stand but the pain got the better of him and he remained on the floor. Behind him, Malfoy and all the slytherins were having violent coughing fits that could only be poorly disguised fits of laughter over their cauldrons as they tried not to let Snape see that they were laughing so hard.
"Weasley, Granger help Potter to the hospital wing, he clearly needs it. Come striaght back here when you have seen Potter to Madam Pomfrey so that I know roughly how long Potter will be. Potter, don't be longer than you need to be." Ron and Hermione helped Harry to his feet and together they left the dungeon. As soon as they were well out of ear shot, Ron and Hermione entered a furious rant about Snape.
"He didn't let us help-"
"He's going to balme you for the mess in his dungeon-"
"It's not your fault-"
"He knew pefectly well that-"
"As soon as the pain came back-"
"You wouldn't be able to walk-" Ron and Hermione had entered such a furious rage about Snape that they had come to a complete stop.
"Yeah, guys, it's unfair and that but can we move? In a lot of pain over here," Harry reminded his freinds of the situation.
"Oh, yeah, right," Ron and Hermione said in unison and they began to move again towards the end of the corridor and their goal.


Haven't really left it on a cliffhanger, but keep reading. it will get better!

Chapter 6

As soon as Harry stepped into the dungeon, he knew he was in a lot of trouble. The cauldron that he had upended was, unfortunately, Neville's and, predictibly, the potion in it was not the babbling beverage that was the topic of the lesson, but a potion none of them had ever come across that had turned the dungeon floor to water. Everyone was standing on their desks or stools to avoid drowning in the river below.
"POTTER!" Snape shouted over the screams and cries of stranded girls. Harry turned and had to bite his tounge to stop himself from laughing at the sight of Snape, crouching on a desk (looking remarkably like a cat preparing to pounce), staring at Harry with cold fury in his eyes.
"Yes, professor?" Harry asked as sweetly as he could while preparing himself for the explosion that was sure to come.
"You got us into this mess, you can get us out," Snape told Harry, knowing that he would not be able to do it.
"But sir I AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Malfoy had come up behind Harry and pushed him head first into the water. It was colder than anything Harry had ever been in, including the lake. His head broke the surface and he found all the slytherins not even bothering to control their laughter as Snape said to him
"Having a nice swim in there, Potter?" Harry turned and swam as far away from Snape and the slytherins as he could.
"Harry!" Hermione called to him and he saw her and Ron perched on a desk two feet away from him. He struck out as hard as he could and went straight to them.
"The spell to put it right is 'solidifius'. Point your wand at the floor and say it. Quickly!" Hermione informed him, before pushing him away from them. Harry pulled out his wand, pointed it at the floor and whispered
"Solidifus," just as Hermione had told him to. Seconds later, Harry found himself lying on the ewly restored dungeon floor, sopping wet. Snape, now off his desk, Walked over to him. Harry quickly got up, actually being able to this time.
"Let me see, detention for turning the dungeon floor to water. 6 o'clock, my office. But wait- you're in the hospital wing tonight aren't you?" he stopped as the slytherins broke down in fresh waves of hysteria. Harry found himself wishing, once again, that the floor would just swallow him up.
"Tomorrow, then. same time, my office. Even of you're still in the hospital wing." Snape turned and strode away from him as Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione who were suddenly lot closer to the front of the classroom than they had been at the beiginning of the lesson. The bell rang for the end of the day and Harry left the classroom as quickly as he could.
"I can't belive Snape put you in detention. It wasn't even your fault!" Hermione sat next to Harry, in a towering rage.
"I know. But I've still got to do it. Even though the pain gets the better of you."
"Mate, don't look over there," Ron was pointing at the slytherin table where Malfoy was miming collapsing, grabbing a table and falling head first into a sea. Harry got up, closely followed by Ron and Hermione and walked out of the great hall, doing his best to ignore the way everyone went silent and stared at him as he passed. Harry was reminded strongly of the time after duelling club in his second year, where everyone belived he was the heir of slytherin and that he would attack at any moment.
"Why do they have to stare? I beat Voldemort, thats all I did and all I seem to do."
"Harry, when you got that howler this morning, it was really well creepy. You never get howlers and then you do and out of it comes this weird hissing noise that only you can understand. And then, when you and Voldemort - get a grip, Ron- stared talking to each other in parseltounge that just made it even worse. Everyone has just been reminded of the fact that while you hate Voldemort, you can speak parseltounge, something that everyone asscosiates with the Dark Arts." Hermione explained as they walked up to the hospital wing.
"You don't know what it's like to watch you and Voldemort communicate like that. To see you shudder and gasp at things we don't understand," Ron added.
"What it's like for you?" Harry turned to face them, not quite able to belive what he had just heard. "Do you have any idea what it's like, to hear something through the walls that no-one else can? To hear Nagini say how tasty your best friend looks? You have no idea what it's like. I have no control over it, and I probably should. There have been so many times where I wish I couldn't, but I can and I hate it." They walked through the hospital wing doors and Dumbledore stood there, surveying them through his half-moon glasses.

Chapter 7

Harry felt rather uncomfortable as he lay there with Dumbledore staring down at his bare chest.
"Oh dear. That's not good. Not good at all," Dumbleddore seemed to be muttering to himself as no-one else understood his words.
"Headmaster? What is it?" Madam Pomfrey seemed eager to know what was wrong with Harry in order to be able to do something useful for the first time in weeks.
"It is a muncant wound." Hermione seemed to be the only person who understood what Dunbledore had just said, as she let out a small gasp of horror. "Voldemort can control the amount of pain he puts Harry in. He can make it weaker or stronger and he could cause Harry so much pain that Harry would like nothing more than to die." Harry felt rather depressed by the thought that Voldemort could cause him more pain.
"Professor? What do we do?" Madam Pomfrey sounded scared, as though she didn't really want to know the answer.
"Let me see your store of lotions and potions," Madam Pomfrey led Dumbledore to her store cupboard where they bent their heads in whispered conversation.
"Harry? How are you feeling?" Hermione sounded tentative as she asked it, and Harry knew something had shown on his face.
"Brilliant. Couldn't be better. Voldemort can cause me more pain than I could imagine, but I'm feeling top of the world." Ron and Hermione burst out laughing as Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey made their way over to them.
"Problem: Muncant wound. Perscription:-" she took a deep breath, as though about to reel off a long list, "15 different types of potions." Dumbledore inturupted before she could go into more dtail about her medicines.
"15 potions?!" Harry sat up, hardly able to belive his ears.
"Yes, Harry. We must do what we can and be thankful that Voldemort is not, as yet, aware of what he can do to you. You will stay here over night, take the potions in the morning, at luch and dinner and spend the rest of your day as you wish. Oh, Poppy, tomorrow morning give him double doses. That way, you can spend the whole day in Hgsmeade, Harry." With a flurry of silver robes, Dumbledore turned on his heel and left. Madam Pomfrey immediately started shoving spoons with different kinds of potions down Harry's throat, most of which tasted worse than skelle-grow apart from one, which tasted of chocolate.
"You need your rest. Away!" Madam Pomfrey dismissed Ron and Hermione who muttered swift 'goodbye's to Harry and walked out of the dormitory.


I know it hasn't got much more exciting but it will, don't worry!

Chapter 8

"Harry? How are you?" Hermione asked as Harry sat next to her and Ron at breakfast the next day.
"Fine," Harry replied and he started pulling out 15 small phials of multi-coloured potions and laying them on the table in front of him. Hermione's face turned from concerned to amazed as she watched Harry. "What?" For an answer, Hermione inclined her head to the bottles lying inoccently on the table in front of him. "So I have to take 15 multi-coloured potions 3 times a day for who knows how long. So what?"
"They're multi- coloure?" Ron made his introduction to the conversation as he leant forward to examine them more closely. "Is there a pink one?"
"Ronald!" Hermione cried.
"Ok, ok. I was only asking." Ron sounded hurt as he back to his plate of sausages.
"Ron, you're not gay, are you?" Harry asked, entitavley.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked.
"How could you even ask that?" Ron sounded shocked and -was it possible- a little scared?
"Just you seemed so interested to know if there is a pink potion and I dunno..." Harry's reply faded to a mumble as Malfoy approached.
"Make sure you drink all your potions, Potter. We can't have the chosen one feeling ill, now, can we?"
"Shove off, Malfoy." You could see Ron restraining to stop himself from shouting something much worse at Malfoy, but with the high table full of teachers, he managed.
"No, I think I'd prefer to hang around, actually." Malfoy settled himself down imbetween Seamus and Hermione and stared across the table at Harry.
"Come on," Harry picked up his bottles and left the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione following behind him, drinking down his potions as he went.


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Chapter 9

Harry knew, from the moment he stepped into Hogsmeade, that this trip was not going to be enjoyable. The first clue came when Filch, someone who, it seems, no-one is able to scare, ticked Harry's name off the list with trembling hands. The biggest clue came when he went into Honeydukes and the usually noisy sweet shop, went silent. Everyone was staring at himm and Harry felt a strong urge to swear at them all in parseltounge. Repressing this sinister thought, he turned and walked out of the shop.
"Harry!" Ron and Hermione were calling after him as he made his way back up to Hogwarts.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked as soon as they had caught up with him.
"Where does it look like I'm going?" Harry replied, in a grumpy voice.
"Harry. Come back. Lets go to the Three Broomsticks, grab a butterbeer and see what happens?" Ron proposed. It couldn't have been clearer that he just wanted to get out of the cold October air.
"What is there to see? Everyone is scared of me. I don't know why I even came."
"Harry!" Hermione cried, staring behind him. Harry turned and saw, to his utter amazement, Dumbledore striding towards them through the leaves that littered the floor.
"Lets grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks, get out of this cold and have a chat, Harry?"
Dumbledore stated and, without waiting for an answer, swept ahead of the three of them. "You two come as well." He indicated Ron and Hermione and the three of them followed their headmaster back down Hogsmead's highstreet.


I know I haven't left it on a cliffhanger, but keep with me.