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Just as the aurors, Dumbledore, and Harry had entered the castle, Ron and Hermione hurried further behind.

"Did you see what was wrong with her?" Ron asked Hermione as they entered the castle.

"No, the others were in the way. All I could make of it was that she was unconscious on the ground; that she wouldn't wake up."

"Obviously, since Harry was shouting for her to 'wake up'! I think you're losing your stuck-up brainy edge Hermione; even I could have made up a cleverer answer than that one!"

Stubbornly, Hermione grumbled and stopped in her tracks, causing Ron to almost bump into her. She slowly turned and harshly put, "Ron, how could you be so apathetic and callous at a time like this? Stop with your acrimony and help me help Harry!"

She turned around again and began moving more hastily than before. Ron stood there for a few moments, pondering the words in his head, "Acrimony? Bloody Hell Hermione; you really haven't changed all that much!"

Up at the Hospital Wing, Remus and Madeye set Delphine down in one of the beds. Dumbledore brought Madam Pomfrey to see if she knew what might be wrong with the girl. She checked her pulse and said, "She is alive; but her heartbeat is slower than normal."

She checked for any sign of mystical injuries, but couldn't find any, "I'm going to give her a little bit of moonstone and aconite; it can awaken anyone that's unconscious!"

Dumbledore went with her to help with the potion. Remus put a hand on Harry's shoulder, as the young boy held desperately onto Delphine's cool hand. Ron and Hermione finally made it to the Wing and quickly went towards Harry, knelt next to the bed.

Just at that time, Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore came out with the goblet with a silvery purple liquid inside of it.

"Harry, please step aside for Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore asked.

Harry got up slowly, standing next to Ron and Hermione. Dumbledore gently opened Delphine's mouth as Madam Pomfrey poured a sip of the remedy in. They closed her mouth and waited until she swallowed it. She did. They waited to see if there would be any reaction before trying to give her more moonstone and aconite.

Everyone was silent; waiting. As the seconds passed, Harry became more and more nervous. She couldn't die; she can't. She would be okay. She had to be.

Just as these thoughts swept over him, Delphine coughed a little bit. And then a bigger cough. And then an even bigger cough. After that, she began convulsing in the bed. Without even an eyelid opening, she spit out the medicine and her body went back to its frozen state. Everyone was confused by this. Madam Pomfrey grasped the medicine tightly and touched Delphine's face lightly.

As soon as she did Delphine's body went crazy. She tossed and turned over an over; as though her body as possessed. Madam Pomfrey took her hand off the girl and moved away. Harry was so scared that he moved towards her, almost taking her hand.

However, Dumbledore quickly held him back and warned, "No! She cannot be touched now! I'm not entirely sure, but I believe once we tried helping her with potions, her body went into a stage where no one can touch her. Voldemort obviously wanted no one to help his victim out of their state when he created this dreadful spell. I must bring the best help to her. I will send for Gatsby. Whatever you do; do not touch her!"

Harry let himself go of Dumbledore's grasp and reluctantly obeyed. Dumbledore left the room, with Madeye and the other aurors following. On his way out, Remus whispered an, "I'm sorry Harry."

Disturbed and upset that the remedy didn't wake the girl, Madam Pomfrey sighed and took the medicine away. Ron and Hermione stood there, watching Harry before the girl. As the suspense built inside of them of what Harry would do, they were distressed when they watched him fall to his knees at Delphine's bedside. He dropped his head into his hands; crying for her. Hermione couldn't stand to watch it and hid herself in Ron's sweater; crying herself. Ron held Hermione tenderly; his heart ripping inside his chest as he watched his best friend suffer.

How could anyone cure Delphine if she cannot be touched?

The sun rose after that faithful night; revealing a blood red sun. Ron and Hermione had fallen asleep in the bed beside Delphine. Ron still held Hermione close. Between the beds, Harry was sitting up against the wall, awake. His eyes were bloodshot and his appearance was ghastly. All he could do was play the scene over and over again in his head.

The green flash, his evil eyes. Harry cowered as the bolt struck. He flew backwards, but not hit. Delphine was there. She saved his life.

No no. That's not how it went. The green flash, Harry stood up. He saw Delphine running towards him. He pushed her out of the way in the nick of time. They were both safe. She would have sacrificed herself for him; but he saved them both. He held her tightly as the frightened Voldemort ran away. She was safe.

Just then, the swing of a door snapped Harry back to the Hospital Wing. He stood up slowly as Dumbledore, McGonagall and a tall dark man came towards the bed.

"Harry, this is Gwydion Gatsby. He is the best Wizarding Doctor alive today. If anyone can cure Miss Waldgrave; he's the one you want."

Gatsby was a tall, brutish man that looked as though he was from Russia. He briefly said, "Hello." in a thick Russian accent.

He wasted no time and went over to Delphine. At this time, Hermione and Ron had woken up. They all watched as the doctor examined the girl. Very gently, he touched the Delphine's hand.

Almost leaping, Delphine's body shook; harder and worse than before. Harry was about to kill the man, but Ron and Hermione held him back.

"Uh-huh, I see!" Gatsby seemed more intrigued than concerned for Delphine's state. This made Harry fume with anger, but did nothing as the two held him back.

"Harry, you and the others should wait outside. I will fetch you when we know anything." Professor McGonagall told them.

An hour went by as the trio sat outside the wing. Classes had started for the day, and students would walk past the wing, curious to what was going on. However, if anyone stopped and stared for a while, Harry would shout at them to go away. Ron and Hermione didn't utter a word to him; he was too distressed at this point.

Finally, McGonagall opened the doors and shut them behind her. She told them, "Dr. Gatsby ran what tests he could without touching Delphine, but he couldn't make out a lot of it. He-who-must-not-be-named created a spell he didn't want cured or identified. Also, Gatsby wanted to take Delphine to a hospital ward over in London, but when they tried to teleport Delphine in her bed, it wouldn't move.

"So, we cannot take her anywhere; she will remain in the hospital wing closed off from other injured students. Ron, Hermione, you should go back to your dormitories. You all have excused absences from your classes today. Get some rest. Harry, please come with me."

Ron and Hermione left, and Harry followed McGonagall into the Wing. Delphine's bed was closed off from the rest of the room, and Harry found Dumbledore and Gatsby waiting for him.

Abruptly, the doctor asked Harry, "Boy, do you know what he-who-must-not-be-named said as he cast the spell on Delphine?"

Annoyed and upset, Harry snapped, "Yes. It was something like 'Pera-coma toramos' I think. And the spell wasn't meant for Delphine; it was meant for me. Voldemort was trying to kill me! I'm the one that should be lying there; not her!"

Gatsby cringed at the Dark Lord's name. But Dumbledore did not, he came towards Harry calmly and said, "I know Harry; it's alright. Come."

He took Harry to Delphine's bed, hidden behind dark blue sheets. There she was, just as she had been when she first fell unconscious. Dumbledore laid two hands on Harry and looked him in the eyes, "You must go back to your room and get rest. Tomorrow, your classes will resume and you will go to them, all of them. I think its best that you wait a while until coming to see Delphine. You are still in a state of shock, and I want you to try to get your life back to normal. I know it will be hard, but you have to try Harry. I will leave you to talk to her for just a moment."

Dumbledore patted his shoulder and shut the curtains behind him when he left. Harry turned to Delphine, laying there. He went over to her bedside and reached out for her hand. But then he remembered and took his hand away just an inch before touching her. Tears ran down his face; he didn't know how to handle this. Delphine could die.

It was different from his parents' death. He was too young to remember seeing it. And Sirius's death he didn't see either; only his corpse remained. But this; this was worse. He had to watch her slowly die. Unless, the pig of a doctor Gatsby could cure her. But Harry was full of doubt.

Finding what little strength he had left, he told her, "Nobody said it was easy. Oh God, it's a shame for us to have to part. Please Delphine, tell me you love me; come back to me, don't haunt me! No one ever said it would be this hard. Oh take me back to the start."

Harry held himself up from the ground, but couldn't fight back the tears. All he wanted to do was to start over from the beginning; fall in love with her right and treat her like an angel. This was too much to bear. Finally, Harry came out from through the curtains and went back to his dorm room. He didn't look up at Ron who was in there. He just went to his bed and laid down. He didn't sleep for a week.