Too Much To Bear
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Harry Potter was sitting in the Astronomy Tower the day they had returned to Hogwarts. He was a Fifth year this year. He was glad Professor Lupin had returned to teach despite his being a werewolf.
His summer was decent as his Family had ignored him which was better then most summers. The real awful thing was he had these reoccurring dreams of the third task. He was also tired beyond any normal standard.
He watched the stars as they danced across the sky, all he really wanted was some peace and quiet and some time to think. "Mr. Potter!" Well there went his peace and quiet, he turned and got up to respond to his worst professor, Professor Snape. Professor Snape held in a gasp. The boy looked horrid; there were deep dark bags beneath his eyes. The once brilliant emerald irises were dull with extreme fatigue.
Harry started to walk to his professor when the ground seemed to jump to greet him and his world went black.
A.N Was going to end it here but I am not that cruel so on we go!
Harry woke to soft voices and a soft damp flannel being pressed against his forehead. "We caught it at an early stage it can be treated, thank Merlin we have a specialist for a teacher!" exclaimed the soft tones of Madam Pomfrey.
"What's going on? What's wrong with me?" Harry croaked as he pried his eyes open only to shut the due to the harshness of the light.
Madam Pomfrey skirted to the windows shutting the curtains as Professor Dumbledore began to explain everything to her favorite patient. Oh why must it all happen to him?
"Harry, do you know what cancer is?" The headmaster queried his eye barely twinkling and he sounded as if he had been crying. "Yes sir. Isn't it a muggle illness?"
"Most of the time it is, but occasionally a wizard or witch gets it, and you have but do not worry we have a specialist who will help you fight this cancer."
"Who?" Harry wondered aloud as a tear fell down his cheek.
"Professor Snape."
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