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Here is chapter two!
Chapter 2: Death Warmed Over
Remus turned to look at none other than professor McGonagall, "I'm not too sure what happened yet. Harry seems to have collapsed."
"Collapsed, oh, Remus! We should take his to Madame Pomfrey right away!"
Harry was able to hear the two teachers talking, but there was another feeling that was overcoming him at that particular moment. As he opened his eyes he saw that the ceiling was moving in blurred circles and the voices were echoing in his head. Before he could stop himself he felt a wave of nausea overcome him, groaning he pressed one hand onto his mouth and the other clasping his stomach.
Lupin noticed this a moment too late; as soon as he had conjured a bucket Harry had thrown up all over his robes.
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry p-professor," Harry said through clenched teeth, he was shaking rather badly.
"Don't worry, Harry, you couldn't help it." Lupin said spelling his robes clean again.
"Mr. Potter," Harry noticed this new voice to be his head of house, Professor McGonagall, "We must take you to the hospital wing. Will you be able to walk there?"
By this point Harry was shaking uncontrollably, breathing fast.
Lupin was patting his head trying to sooth him, "Harry, calm down or you will hyperventilate." His voice was growing worried.
Harry was tossing and turning around on the floor uncomfortably grabbing his head and slamming his fist into it, as if he was trying to get something off it. "My head!" he was screaming. "My head!" he paused and threw up on the ground again, then returned to his sudden fit.
As classes were finishing for the afternoon, students were starting to walk through the corridors, many were stopping to watch the scene that was unfolding on the stone steps with their mouths gaping open. Among them was Draco Malfoy, who was even looking rather worried.
"Sssh, Harry"
Professor McGonagall stood up and addressed the students, "Give- the- poor- boy- some- privacy! Back to your houses, all of you!" she thundered, pushing most of the students back.
Harry's face was starting to go whiter than the stones that he was lying on, his screams reaching an all time high, "Stop it!, Oh, my he-" the scream reached a high squeak and he fell back in Lupins arms unconscious.
Professor McGonagall rushed back over to Lupin and whispered, "We need to move him, Remus, now."
Lupin nodded picking up the limp body and carrying him off down the corridor, closely followed by McGonagall.
As they entered the Hospital Wing Lupin ran over to the nearest bed and placed Harry on the soft sheets.
"Poppy! Come quick!" Professor McGonagall called looking around the room. Madame Pomfrey appeared from behind a curtain that was drawn around another bed, which hand another student behind.
"What's the problem, Minerva?" Poppy cried as she rushed down the hallway to them.
"It's Mr. Potter, Poppy. We found him on the stairs in the great hall. He was in pain, saying something about his head hurting then he just fainted; the pain must have been too great for him."
"Poor, child." Poppy muttered as she walked over to Harry.
"He's worryingly pale," Poppy surmised and put the back of her hand to his forehead, taking his glasses off and putting them on the bedside table in the process. "Oh, he is burning up! I'll go and get some potions that might make him feel better."
Harry felt absolutely terrible, there was a constant pounding inside his head that wouldn't go away and there was a dull feeling of nausea in his stomach. He felt himself shiver, the room was freezing, far too cold for Harry's taste.
He let his eyes flutter open, the room was blurry. 'Glasses, where are they?' he tried to lift his arm, but they were far too heavy, there was a figure sitting beside him. "Glasses..." he muttered, "Glasses..." he voice sounded exhausted, but he persisted, closing his heavy eyes "Glasses..." after he said it for the third time he felt the familiar feeling of the rim settling on his nose and he let his eyes slowly open.
The person that was sitting with him was Professor Lupin. His head was throbbing with pain, he wanted to lift his hand to press against the pain but his arm wasn't going to move, no matter how hard he tried. Instead he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned.
"What's wrong Harry?" Lupin was saying.
Harry opened his eyes again and looked into his teacher's own worried eyes. "Dying..." he muttered.
"You're not dying Harry, not at all."
Harry felt the familiar sensation of nausea, he sat bolt upright in the bed, startling Lupin. Harry turned a light shade of green and clasped a hand over his mouth.
This time Remus acted quickly enough, be pulled a bedpan up to Harry's chin and Harry emptied the contents of his stomach into it. There was nothing in his stomach to throw up, as he had skipped breakfast and his throat was burning from the acid.
After about a minute Harry was finished, his arms that were holding his body up were shaking and collapsed beneath him, Harry lay back on his pillow shaking and sweating.
Madame Pomfrey entered the room again carrying five different potions. She noticed Lupin holding the bedpan full of vomit, "Put that in my prep room Remus, I'll clean it later."
Remus left and returned a couple of seconds later and went to sit by Harry's side again.
Harry was lying on the pillow, his eyes closed and shaking, his body was covered in a layer of sweat.
"Alright, Mr. Potter. Before we give you these potions, we should clean you up a little." Madame Pomfrey said handing Lupin some pyjamas and drew the curtains around Harry's bed leaving Lupin to help Harry get dressed.
"Harry, you need to change. How do you want to do this?" Lupin muttered, stroking the hairs on Harry's head.
Harry tried to sit up, but his body was far too heavy to movie, he closed his heavy eyes. "I can't move, professor."
"Not a problem Harry, you don't need to move. I can take care of this. But tell me Harry, where is it hurting?" Professor Lupin said as he started to take off Harry's tie and unbutton his shirt.
Normally this would have been embarrassing to Harry, being dressed and undressed like a little kid, but at the moment he was feeling far too sick to care. As soon as Harry's shirt was unbuttoned Lupin edged it off and started sponging down Harry's front with some water, causing Harry to sigh in relief.
"Everywhere" Harry said, "My body is too heavy to move." Harry mumbled.
Harry could feel Lupin pulling off his pants and sponged him down. Harry felt as the professor lifted Harry's body and pulled up his pyjama legs one by one. Then he felt to softness of his pyjama shift as it was buttoned over his chest. Lupin lay Harry gently back down.
"All done now Harry." Remus whispered as he went to let the medi-witch in through the curtains.
"Oh, well done, Remus! You must know a little bit about healing. First the chocolate on the train and now this!" by the sound of it, Madame Pomfrey could not have been more pleased with him.
"Ah, Harry" she said, gently shaking his shoulder as with his eyes closed it looked as though he had gone off to sleep. Harry opened his eyes slightly.
"Mmm" he said, before closing them again.
"You need to take these potions; they are for headaches, nausea, fever reducer, aches and pains. Drink up; I want to see those potions gone when I return!"
Harry picked up a slightly orange one which was the fever reducer and drank it in one gulp. The taste was horrible; as he struggled with the taste he squeezed his hand tightly and dropped the bottle it smashed onto the floor making a loud crashing noise.
Lupin who was talking to Professor McGonagall reeled around. Harry had gone white again and he had his arms wrapped around his stomach as he was dry retching. Lupin rushed over to Harry and held the newly clean bed pan up under Harry's chin.
Harry closed his eyes and emptied his stomach into the bowl that was being held for him. The intensity of the retching was so harsh he could feel tears springing into his eyes, his body was becoming extremely tired and he wasn't sure how much more he could stand.
There were hands patting his back reassuringly and he could hear Madame Pomfrey tutting at the mess he was making.
By now, his pyjamas were soiled with sick, as were his bed sheets. He finished throwing up and slammed his head back onto the pillow letting it sink into the depths of the bed. Now, he knew, there was no bone in his body he had the abilities to move. His eyes snapped shut; Harry found that they also, could not be opened.
As he had thrown up his potion, he still had a splitting headache which wasn't helping him think straight at all.
"Harry," it was Lupin calling him, he was too tired to answer, "Harry," the voice was growing worried, "Harry!"
At that point, Harry hadn't realised that he had stopped breathing until there was a burning in his throat that he couldn't settle.
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