Chapter Seven
A/N: IT"S FINALLY HERE!! My hand has healed enough for me to type.. I actually had more than this, but I did not feel like editing it all and putting it up with this one.
Disclaimer: See chapter Six or Chapter One.
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"HARRY! Harry? Wake up!"
Harry blearily opened his eyes, and squinted at the face hovering anxiously above.
"S-Sirius?" He croaked. Sirius was kneeling next to him. "What are you doing here? You said you won't come for three days..." Harry said, confused.
"It's been three days, Harry."
"WHAT? No way!" Harry exclaimed, and sat up from his place on the floor. He vaguely remembered the sharp pain in his chest, and blacking out... but for three days... 'Maybe getting checked over won't be such a bad thing...' he thought.
Sirius saw his amazement at it being three days, and asked how long he had been lying on the floor.
"Erm...I dunno...?" Harry muttered, adverting his eyes so he was looking at the floor.
"Come on Harry, lets get you to Grimauld place," Sirius said, standing up, "Then we can get you looked over by Madam Pomfrey." He looked at Harry, who was still sitting on the floor. "Can you stand?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course I can stand!" He grumbled. But it was easier said than done, for when he stood up, the room began to spin dangerously, and he felt his knees buckle. Luckily, Sirius caught him by the arm before he fell to the floor, and helped him over to his bed, where he sat down.
"I'll get your stuff, then we can go." Said Sirius, looking worriedly at Harry. "Tonks, Moody, and Remus are waiting for us downstairs."
Harry nodded. When his mind registered what Sirius said, he remembered that he could get his stuff on his own. He then flicked his wand at his stuff, and it all piled neatly into his trunk.
"Woah...where did you learn to do that?" Sirius asked, surprised.
"Book." Harry answered, not really having the energy to elaborate. Sirius noticed, and nodded. He flicked his wand at Harry's trunk, and Hedwig's cage, making them float a few feet from the ground. He grabbed Harry's arm, and helped him stand.
"Are you up to walking?" he asked.
Harry, who was feeling weaker and weaker every second, shook his head, knowing it was useless to protest and say he was perfectly fine, when it was so blatantly obvious he was about to keel over any moment. Sirius looked even more worried at this, because Harry would usually try to walk, but now him actually admitting it meant something was seriously wrong. He slung Harry's arm around his neck, and with the trunk and cage floating behind them, he helped Harry walk out of the room. They walked slowly down the stairs, and into the hall below.
There standing in the hall, their backs turned, were Tonks, Moody, and Lupin, all talking amongst themselves. They all turned around when they heard Harry and Sirius reach the last step. Lupin and Tonks both looked considerably worried when they saw the state Harry was in, and Moody looked thoughtful. Moody took something out of his pocket, which looked like a small box.
"You all ready?" He asked. They all nodded. He opened the box, and inside was a small silver ball. "Just put a finger here..."
They all placed a finger on the Portkey, and Harry once again felt the familiar pull behind his navel, and before he knew it, he was standing in the hallway of number 12 Grimauld Place. If it wasn't for Sirius' supporting arm, he would have collapsed on the spot.
"Oh, Harry dear! Whatever happened to you?" he hear Mrs. Weasley screech in alarm from the doorway into the kitchen, most likely from seeing him still being supported by Sirius. However, he was feeling too groggy now to respond, so he twitched his eye instead.
"Let's get him upstairs," Lupin said. "So he can rest until Poppy comes."
Sirius nodded, and carefully picked Harry up, sensing he no longer had the strength to walk, even with support, and began to carry him up the stairs.
"Goodness, he's so thin..." Mrs. Weasley breathed as Sirius walked past with Harry in his arms.
Harry barely registered Sirius picking him up, as his chest wound began to burn painfully. He just gazed blankly off into space as Sirius carried him up the stairs.
Sirius noticed Harry's eyes glaze over, and quickened his pace. He opened the door to the room Harry stayed in last summer, walked in, and set Harry gently on the bed.
There were three other people in the room, sitting on the other bed with their backs turned away from Harry and Sirius, all talking in hushed voices. One of them shushed the others, and turned around.
"Oh, Harry! Sirius, what happened to him?" Hermione squeaked her face pale.
"His wound isn't healing... it's just getting worse." Sirius said, gazing sadly at Harry's still form.
"What? He never said anything about that to us..." Ron turned to face Sirius.
"He probably didn't want to worry us..." Ginny commented, a far- away look in her eyes.
Harry was in a dark stone room. There was a chandelier on the ceiling that gave off an eerie green light. He looked around, and saw a couple of people in black robes, all gathered around a high- backed throne.
"My lord, are you certain your plan will work?" Harry recognized the voice of his most hated professor, Severus Snape.
"Of course it will, Severus. Don't question me. CRUCIO!" Snape fell to the floor, withering in agony, but didn't scream.
"Are all the ingredients gathered?" Voldemort asked the other figure.
"Yes, my Lord. They are ready to be brewed." The slimy voice of Lucius Malfoy answered.
"Excellent. Severus, you shall stay here to brew the potion. Tell the muggle- loving fool you are on vacation or something. You shall not speak with anyone while you are making the potion." the Dark Lord hissed. "I wouldn't want your concentration broken, and the potion failing. You know how much I despise failure."
Snape got up from the floor, and bowed.
"Yes, my Lord. As you wish." Snape kneeled and kissed the hems of Voldemort's robes, then got up and swept from the room.
"Mr. Potter! Wake up!"
Harry blearily opened his eyes, and the spinning face of Madam Pomfrey swam into view.
"We need you awake to figure out the problem." She said calmly. Harry nodded, and looked around. He was in the bed he used the last summer. Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, and Moody were all standing in the room.
Madam Pomfrey helped Harry sit up, and with a flick of her wand his shirt and the bandages beneath were removed. Seeing the still open, angry wound, she hissed in sympathy.
"Looks no better than the last time I saw it." She said. She turned around, rummaged around in a bag on the bedside table, and turned back with a small bottle in her hand.
"Drink this." She handed Harry the potion.
He took it, and drank it quickly. It was cold, yet warm when it went down his throat. He immediately felt loads better, and felt energy course through his tired limbs.
Madam Pomfrey poked his wound with her wand, while muttering spells under breath, before she wrapped it with bandages once more.
"Well, that's all I can do for now," She said to the group of people waiting the room. "I don't know why it hasn't been healing on it's own... if it doesn't start healing soon, I'm afraid Mr. Potter here will have to be taken to St. Mungo's."
Mrs. Weasley paled.
"St-St. Mungo's? Is it really that bad?" She asked anxiously.
"It is. Mr. Potter is also in a lot of pain from it, most people would have gone mad a long time ago if they were in his position." she sighed.
The room shared a collective glance.
"Where is Professor Snape?"
Everyone in the room turned to stare at him.
"Professor Snape is out at the moment, on vacation, Mr. Potter..." Madame Pomfrey said, slightly confused at why Harry cared where Snape was.
"He's... gone...?" Harry's face paled. Just then, his scar burned with pain, and all he saw before he blacked out was a glowing green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.
----------------AUTHORS NOTE--------------------------
Sorry for the delay! Will update quicker now that hand is healed! ( I shut it in the car door)
Sabrina: Thanks fer the review! I'm glad you liked me story.
Kahlan: I try to post every other day, but my hand was injured, so that was why I have not posted for like, a week.
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BlackHuntress: Your welcome. I hope you like this chapter!
Mayleesa: In the fifth book, it said that there was a loud cracking noise when Mundungus Fletcher apparated away from privet drive... so I think it applies to all wizards.. I'm not quite surer tho.
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