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The next day, Harry met with Dumbledore and they took a Portkey to the hospital where Dr. Wilkins worked, disguised in Muggle clothes, and in Dumbledore's case, a glamor charm. They were led by a nurse to a separate room to wait for the doctor.

"Harry," she smiled as she came into the room. "Nice to see you. You too, Albus."

They smiled warmly at her, though Harry's seemed a bit weak.

"I'm going to draw your blood, and then we'll put you under while we take a bone marrow sample, okay?"

Harry nodded. Dr. Wilkins got a vial, as well as a couple extra, for the lab to have if they needed it. Soon after, the three vials were filled, but Harry's hand didn't stop bleeding. Dr. Wilkins wrapped it tightly in a gauze bandage.

"That should help for know," she said, and Harry noticed a hint of concern in her voice.

They gave Harry medicine to keep him unconscious as they took bone marrow, but when he woke up, his hip hurt a lot.

"Rest that hip, Harry," Dr. Wilkins told him. "And don't get it wet for a day or so. If it starts to bleed a lot, or feels infected, call me. Also if your fever goes up much higher, okay?"

The two males nodded.

"The tests should be back by Tuesday. Expect an owl."

Harry nodded, and they used the Portkey to go back to Hogwarts.

"Well?" Ron asked when he got back to Gryffindor Tower. His team was there as well, and he felt their gazes staring at him intently.

"The tests won't be back until Tuesday. And once I get the letter I have to go to the Hospital Wing. And unless it's not that serious, I don't know how many visitors Madam Pomfrey will let me have."

"Oh Harry," Hermione said. "You'll be alright."

He smiled in reply and went to bed, hoping that statement would be true.

The next two days went by agonizingly slowly, and Harry had passed out during Charms on Monday. Professor Flitwick had looked worried, but was assured that everything would be fine. Harry was sitting at lunch when a buisness looking owl came through the window and landed in front of him. Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall watched him closely for a reaction to the piece of parchment. They saw Harry scan the letter, and saw his jaw drop, and tears brimming in his eyes. He stood up and stormed out of the hall, leaving his plate untouched. They hurriedly went after him, motioning for his friends to stay put, and not follow them. They found him in the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey was just coming out of her office. She nodded towards the boy who was holding his lead in his hands. Dumbledore gently took the parchment from him and read what it said to his coworkers.

Dear Harry, Poppy, Minerva, and Albus,

Unfortunately, the disease I suspected Harry has, well, the tests have confirmed it. Harry has Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia, which is a form of cancer. This particular cancer has a 50-60% survival rate, but the cancer has progressed very quickly in Harry, but if we start treatments right away, his chances are better, but his Muggle guardians have to agree. Muggle, Albus, not magical. Sorry for ruining the happiness. I'm just the messenger. Contact me if you have questions.

Dr. Elena Wilkins

"Why did it have to be me?" the young teen asked.

The professors looked at him, faint tears shining in their eyes, as did his.

"I don't know Harry," answered McGonagall. "I honestly don't know."

End of chapter 3. I hope everyone is enjoying it so far, please tell me of you have any feedback. I'm having a lot of fun writing it.