MERRY XMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. THIS IS MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU ALL. THE LAST CHAPTERS OF MY BOOK 6. GOES UP TO CHAPTER 43 SO YOU HAVE LOTS TO READ. ENJOY!

Chapter 35 – Bad, Bad Chocolate!

Grateful that everybody was giving him some alone time, Harry sat in the library updating, 'The Book' whilst eating an Easter Egg. Moody was sitting in another chair in a dark corner with a book covering his face, every now and then taking a gulp out of his hip flask.

I wonder why he doesn't shudder at the foul taste of the Polyjuice Potion, Harry thought as he opens the Easter Egg that Lupin had sent him wrapped in bright red paper with baby griffins jumping around the paper.

Trying to ignore the tingling in his scar, Harry proceeded to eat most of the egg as he stopped and wrapped up the remaining chocolate in its red wrapper when he had finished updating the skills of every student in the DA in 'The Book'. Moody shifting in his chair and finally standing up draws Harry's attention. Harry smiles politely at Moody who grunts in return and leaves the library. Harry breathes a sigh of relief when the door is closed after Moody and scratches his scar which has finally stopped itching.

Stopping himself from scratching his scar till it goes red, Harry stretches and puts 'The Book' back in his school bag and puts the quill back in the inkpot available on the table near him. Standing and stretching again Harry turns as the door opens again and in walks Snape.

'Good evening Professor. Looking forward to all of the students arriving back in school tomorrow?' Harry grins at Snapes scowl.

'Good evening Mr Potter, and no I'm not. Molly informed me you were in here doing school work.'

'I was just updating my teacher's book. I didn't have time after the duel before we were all sent home.'

'I understand. Albus wanted me to tell you that last night there was a large party, as is usual, at the Parkinson Residence.'

'Death Eater central. No wonder there were no raids last night.'

'Albus also wanted me to inform you to watch out for a few of my Slytherin students. They were seen last night at the party talking to known Death Eaters.'

'I do anyway. But who was there.'

'I made a list.' Snape holds out a piece of parchment and Harry takes it scanning it.

'Emily Rudge! She's a third year student! You really don't expect her to be marked do you?'

'I had no idea you were familiar with Miss Rudge.'

'I know the name of every student. It helps.' Harry shrugs trying to cover up his slip. Snape looks closely at Harry but after seeing nothing ignores it.

I wonder why I thought it was a good idea to teach him Occlumency, Snape thought. Now I can't read his mind when I know he is hiding something from me.

'Of course there are a few students who I can guarantee if they are not marked will be soon.' Snape replies.

'Your sixth years. Voldemort hasn't been accepting anybody under 17 years of age.'

'It's the Dark Lord in my presence.' Snape sneers.

'Oops sorry.' Harry smiles shrugging.

'I am also interested in who your source is.' Harry looks up at Snape confused.

'What?'

'It isn't common knowledge about the age limit. Have you been getting any visions?'

'Of course not. I would have told Dumbledore immediately if I had.' Harry says offended.

'Then it begs the question who is your source?'

'Professor, you really think I am going to let that slip?' Harry smiles innocently before picking up his schoolbag and heading for the library exit and stopping.

'Yes Harry?' Harry looks back at Snape and smiles wanly.

'Watch out for Moody.' Harry disappears leaving a very shocked Snape behind.

Monday morning was chaotic as always happens on the mornings of their return to Hogwarts.

'Mum have you seen my socks?' Harry heard Ron yell from two floors up.

'They are on your pile of clothes I had washed.' Molly replied from the entrance hall where she was helping Hermione sort out her books in her trunk so it would close.

'Thanks.'

'Mum where's my jumper?' Ginny asked leaning over the first floor banister.

'It was left in the lounge by the fire.' Harry replied looking up from the ground floor up at her seeing as Molly was busy.

'Can you get it for me Harry?'

'Sure.'

Bang! Went Fred and Georges experiment shacking dust from the ceilings.Crash! Went their bedroom door when it finally came down from the air.

Harry laughed to himself as he heard Molly behind him screeching at the twins for destroying their bedroom door again. In the lounge Harry spotted Ginny's jumper lying half behind a sofa and bent down to pick it up wincing at the pain in his stomach.

'I really should have accepted Molly's Stomach Soother this morning.' Standing back up straight he rubbed his stomach before heading back to the hall. He found that Molly had vanished up the stairs and judging from her raised voice the twins were getting another lecture. Hermione was sitting on top of her trunk with Crookshanks and Leo on her lap, whom she was stroking whilst reading a Charms Textbook. As Harry gets closer Hermione looks up and frowns when she sees him.

'Harry, are you okay? You look a little sick?'

'I just feel a little queasy. I think I had too much chocolate yesterday.'

'Should I get Mrs Weasley?'

'I'll be okay.' Harry says smiling.

'You are very pale Harry. Are you sure…' Hermione says coming over and feeling Harry's forehead. Harry calmly takes her hands away and nods.

'I am fine Mione. I am just a little sick from all of the chocolate I ate yesterday. Just like Ron. He's been up all night over the loo.'

'Well that explains why he never made it for breakfast.' Harry laughs.

'Yes. I've never seen Ron miss breakfast.'

'Neither had his mum by the way she went bustling out after she had served us.' Hermione retorted.

'Harry, have you found my jumper?' Ginny yells looking over the banister down at Harry and Hermione. Harry looks up at her and waves the jumper. Smiling Ginny runs down the one flight of stairs and takes her jumper off Harry before disappearing back up them. Molly passes Ginny on her way down and smiles when she sees Harry next to Hermione.

'Harry are you all packed?'

'Yes. Hermione made me pack last night.' Harry admits sheepishly.

'Good. At least you are not like my children who wait until we're supposed to be leaving.' Molly turns and looks up the stairs. 'Ginny, Ronald we're leaving soon. Bring your trunks down!'

Two 'yes mums' float down the stairs causing Harry and Hermione to smile. Minutes later Ron traipses down still half asleep, pale, and dragging his trunk behind him.

'Harry, mate. Give me a hand. This trunk is heavy.'

'Ron you can use your wand.'

'Oh yeah, I'd forgotten.' Ron blushes his ears turning as red as his hair. Seconds later Ron had his trunk floating down the stairs and he deposited it next to Harrys and Hermione's.

'Ron can you float mine down too? It's really heavy.' Ginny asks from the top of the stairs where she had managed to drag her trunk too.

'No, float your own down.'

'I can't I'm not 17 yet.'

'Ronald, help your sister out.' Hermione scolds.

'We'll help our poor sister.' The twins' voices come from behind Ginny. Before Ginny or Molly can protest the twins aim their wands at Ginny's trunk. It bangs heavily into the back of Ginny's legs sending her flying down the stairs. Only Molly's quick action saves Ginny from a nasty fall.

'Don't you two ever learn!' Molly starts screeching again before bursting into tears and rushing into the kitchen leaving behind a deafening silence in the hallway.

'Um…'

'You idiots.' Hermione and Ginny say together and then leave after Molly. Fred and George look guiltily at Harry and Ron and then lift Ginny's trunk putting it down next to Hermione's. Harry and Ron fight Crookshanks and put him in his basket giving Harry a few seconds to stroke his Puffskein before Crookshanks scratches him and takes it in his mouth hiding it at the bottom of the basket so Harry cannot get at it.

After the boys spend an uncomfortable few minutes sitting in the hall on the stairs Arthur enters the house with Lupin and Moody.

'Where is your mother?'

'In the kitchen.' Arthur nods and continues on to the kitchen. Lupin looks at the lads.

'Well I'm glad you're all packed. It'll be a rush to get you to the station on time.'

'We've got till 11 haven't we?' Harry asks confused.

'Albus wants you on the train by 10. We can't spare any Order members to stay with you any later.' Lupin replies.

'What about at the train station?'

'The Ministry is assigning Aurors to the station to protect all of the children going back today.'

'Good job you're running DA Harry. The Death Eaters won't dare attack us all.' Ginny jokes pushing Harry gently on the arm.

'I doubt school children would stop the Death Eaters from attacking if they wanted too.' Moody growls pushing past them all and into the kitchen, Ron's snoring echoes around the hall making Harry and Lupin look down at him. He is sitting on the floor in front of his trunk with his head lolling back and resting against his trunk lid. Harry looks around at the twins who grin and point their wands at him.

'What shall we use dear brother…'

'I don't know Gred…'

'How about water?'

'Nah far too obvious. Levitation?'

'Done.' The twins say together.

'You could always leave him alone.' Lupin says reasonably. The twins stare in horror at Lupin. Harry laughs.

'Are you a Marauder or not Moony?' Harry asks.

'Yeah Moony. Are you a Marauder?' Fred and George ask together.

'Yes.' Lupin admits whilst looking carefully at the twins. Fred and George look at Lupin in awe and each walk over and put an arm around his shoulder walking him toward the lounge.

'Hey, we're supposed to be going back to Hogwarts. You can't abduct him now. Do it this evening when the house is empty again.' Harry insists.

They don't get a chance to answer as Arthur leads Molly out of the kitchen closely followed by Hermione and Ginny. Moody stumps his way out of the kitchen bringing up the rear.

'Come on kids we have to get you to the station before 10. Get Ron up will you Harry.' Arthur says before picking up Ginny's trunk and opening the door to Grimmauld Place. Outside Harry can see two cars waiting and wonders how on earth Dumbledore managed to get cars for them off the Ministry, Harry wasn't exactly popular with Minister Umbridge.

Shaking Ron forcefully by the shoulder Harry managed to bring Ron back from the land of nod.

'Urg. What?' Ron asks sleepily not opening his eyes.

'Get up. Move your trunk.' Harry says grabbing Ron's hands and pulling him up.

'Come on lads.' Arthur says as he returns.

It didn't take much longer for all of the trunks to be put in to the boot of either car and for the car drivers to start gawking at Harry's forehead. The drive, once they had convinced the drivers to stop staring at Harry's scar and get behind the steering wheel, didn't take long as traffic was light and they made it to Kings Cross Station in record time. By the time the trunks were unloaded and the Order members were leaving it was just turning ten and there were only a handful of students already there.

After the usual visit by Malfoy and his cronies and the DA popping in saying hello and asking if there would be any session on Thursday, the train finally pulled off. Rain started falling heavily as the train left London, Hermione pulled out a book as usual, Ron got out his chess set and started playing a game against the unfortunate Neville who happened to be sitting opposite him. Harry slowly lay down, lay his head on Hermione's lap and fell into a deep sleep.

Hermione lowers her book and frowns feeling Harry's forehead.

'Ron, do you have that Stomach Soother your mum gave you this morning? Harry's burning up and he looks really pale.'

'Yeah, sure.' Ron says standing up and opening his trunk. After a couple of seconds rummaging Ron hands Hermione a purple liquid inside a sealed vial.

'Harry, wake up for a moment. Harry.' Harry opens his eyes. 'Here, take this Stomach Soother.' Harry sleepily nods, downs the potion and falls straight back to sleep. Ron pulls out a cloak and lays it over Harry's body and sits down to play chess again.

Hours later, Harry had started shivering causing more cloaks to come out to try and warm him and well placed heating charms to be placed on the carriage room.

'I don't get it Mione. If he's sick he shouldn't be shivering.' Ron asks sitting on the floor near Harry's head with his hand on Harry's forehead.

'Perhaps he has flu?' Neville says. 'I got an owl from Seamus a couple of days ago. He had flu. Harry could have caught it before you we went home for Easter.'

'Yeah.' Ron agrees, but sharing a worried glance with Hermione who is stroking Harry's hair. Seconds later Harry is sick all over the cabin floor and Rons lap.

'Yuck.' Ron yelps yanking his wand out of his pocket and cleaning up the mess.

'We should get him to a bathroom.' Neville says.

'And let the whole school know Harry is easy pickings.' Hermione scolds. 'He's in no shape to fight off any Slytherins and we cannot let the other students see Harry can still be taken down by a simple flu bug. They all believe Harry can survive anything!'

'We could protect him.' Neville says. 'It would not hurt if people see he isn't perfect.'

'No. I'm fine.' Harry wearily says. 'Just flu.' Harry shivers and pulls the cloaks closer around him. 'Any more Stomach Soother. Feel sick.'

Ron yanks open his trunk and pulls out his last vial.

'Here.' Harry is shaking so badly Hermione ends up pouring the purple liquid down his throat.

'Thanks.' Harry says before resting his head on a Weasley jumper on Hermione's lap. Harry falls asleep not noticing the worried look on his friends' faces.

By the time the train arrived at Hogsmeade, Harry seemed to have recovered a bit and was capable of walking without support to one of the carriages, interacting normally with the other students on the platform. Unfortunately it didn't last long and by the time they reached Hogwarts Harry went straight to the dormitories with Ron and Hermione going into the Great Hall to do damage control and say that Harry had a headache and gone to bed early.

It was a complete shock to Dean when he went to the bathroom at 3 the next morning and found Harry sitting on the boys bathroom floor, head over the toilet throwing up.

'Harry.'

'Get Ron, would you.' Harry asks weakly.

'Sure.'

Dean disappears and seconds later Ron lands on his knees next to Harry.

'Harry?'

'It's not flu. My stomach really hurts.' Tears start to fall down Harry's cheeks.

'You've eaten too much chocolate.' Harry throws up again blood filling the toilet. Ron looks at it panicked finally deciding he needs to ask for help. 'Dean, go wake Hermione, send Seamus to fetch Madam Pomfrey, send Neville for McGonagall and be quick about it.' Ron worriedly says to Dean over his shoulder. Dean leaves quickly. 'It's okay Harry. We'll get you sorted.' Ron says calmly rubbing Harry's back in soothing circles reminiscence of what his mother did that morning for him.

Hermione was the first to arrive in a fluffy pink nightgown and took over rubbing Harry's back as Harry threw up again bringing more blood. Harry starts crying.

'It burns.'

'I'm sorry Harry, but I bumped into him.' Dean comes back into the bathroom.

'What's this commotion all about?' Snapes sneering voice is heard as he enters the bathroom. Taking one glance at Harry crying and the blood in the toilet Snape pulls Harry around and picks him up.

'Get back to bed. I'll deal with Mr Potter.' Snape scowls before sweeping out of the bathroom.

Snape met Madam Pomfrey halfway to the hospital wing.

'What's wrong Severus?'

'Potter has ingested something. He was throwing up blood.' McGonagall joins them.

'Mr Longbottom just woke me up saying Harry was very ill.' As soon as they enter the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey runs to her potion cupboard and starts grabbing vials whilst Snape places Harry on his usual bed pulling a curtain around afterwards.

'What's wrong with Harry?' Dumbledore asks entering the infirmary in his purple pyjamas with silver moons and a floppy cap with a moon at the end.

'We're trying to find out Headmaster.' Pomfrey says returning and waving her wand over Harry. At Pomfrey's sharp intake Snape snaps.

'What's wrong woman?'

'Poison.' Silence follows.

'Can you cure him?' Albus asks worried.

'I don't know. I need to know what it is. I'll give him something that will help slow it down.' Madam Pomfrey pulls the stopper off a sealed vial and pours it down Harry's throat. Harry swallows then throws everything back up again. Quickly vanishing the mess Madam Pomfrey looks at Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall worriedly.

'Please do something.' Harry moans curling up in a ball and starting to cry. Forgetting herself McGonagall rushes to Harry's side and kneeling down begins to stoke his hair.

'Can't you do something?' McGonagall looks at Snape pleadingly. 'All of your potions, your vast knowledge, you must have something!'

'I'll need a sample of the poison, so I will need samples of everything he has eaten in the last 48 hours.' Snape says his brain kicking into overdrive.

'I'll floo Molly and Lupin and get them to bring the rest of the food from Grimmauld Place over. I'll also ask them to see if Harry has left any wrappings from Easter Eggs lying around. Unfortunately we banish most rubbish.' Dumbledore replies, eager to help save Harry.

'Get Weasley and Granger to make a list of everything they have seen him eat and bring me samples of any food he has in his trunk.' Snape demands.

'I'll see to it now.' Dumbledore says forcefully before leaving the hospital wing his cap hanging half off his head. Snape turns to Madam Pomfrey.

'Make him take Stomach Soothers, it will help neutralise any acidic poisons, he can't have pain relievers as they will only help the poison along, so he will become delirious. It will have to be the muggle way of dealing with him. Stop him from being sick as it will only move the poison into his throat.'

'I'll do what I can.' Madam Pomfrey replies before going to her potions cabinet. Snape turns to McGonagall.

'Try to keep him lucid and awake, he will be the first to inform us if the pain moves from his stomach and into another organ. If he begins to get pain anywhere else then the poison is spreading.'

'I'll let you know if it happens.' Snape nods.

'Thank you Severus.' McGonagall whispers causing Snape to unbend from his usual snarky self.

'Do you need me to deal with the rest of your house? Or I could get Flitwick to take over.'

'Let Flitwick do it, you're going to have enough on your plate finding the cure.' Snape nods before leaving just as Madam Pomfrey comes back over to the bed.

Molly and Arthur for once had Grimmauld Place to themselves. They had all but moved into Grimmauld Place and had even started moving their own furniture from the Burrow into some of the rooms to make them more comfortable. Normally they would not have moved into the Order Headquarters but as Molly was pregnant Floo travel was difficult so Albus Dumbledore had insisted they move to a more secure location.

Remus was stopping at the twins flat for the night as he was helping out with their experiments the following day, there was no Order meeting due to happen so Order members were not popping in and out, Bill had gone to France to see Fleur and Charlie had vanished to a friends house before he went back to Romania.

Molly was sitting on a rocking chair that had been a present from Minerva when she discovered Molly was pregnant again and was calmly knitting baby boots, the click clicking of the needles a backdrop of noise. Arthur places a cup of tea next to her and then sits down on the benches alongside the table where there was a pile of parchment. Arthur placed his own cup down on his right hand side and picks up a quill making notes on a piece of parchment.

'Do you think they made it to school okay?'

'Yes dear.'

'I wonder if they are still awake?'

'Molly, it's after 3 in the morning, even we aren't usually awake. In fact we wouldn't be if James wasn't kicking.' Molly smiles fondly and places a hand on her stomach the clicking of her needles stopping for a moment.

'At least it gets us used to the early mornings again.'

'I know. I thought we had finished with them though.' Arthur smiles wearily, obviously tired.

'I know dear, but if we weren't meant to have him I wouldn't be pregnant. We did want 8 children originally. We only stopped at Ginny because the twins were too much of a handful to have another third baby at the time.' Molly picks up her knitting and starts clicking away again.

'I am happy Molly. I can't wait to be a dad again. Besides we already have 8, with Harry.' Arthur smiles at Molly who beams back at him. Just as Molly goes to kiss him the fire flames turn green and Albus' head appears in the flames.

'Molly, Arthur I am glad you are awake.'

'What's the matter Albus?'

'Harry is ill. He's in the hospital wing. We need samples of everything he has eaten in the last 48 hours.' Molly drops onto the floor in front of the fire her knitting forgotten.

What's wrong with Harry?'

'We think he might have been poisoned, whilst he was at Grimmauld Place.' Arthur's book falls to the floor.

'The spy in the Order!'

'It seems that way Arthur.'

'Oh my poor, poor boy. I'll be right through Albus…'

'Molly, I need you to pack the food up for us as soon as possible. Severus needs to know what the poison is before he can cure Harry.'

'Okay, Albus, I'll get right onto it. You will tell us how he progresses wont you Albus?' Molly asks. Albus smiles kindly at her.

'Of course I will Molly. Now I have to go back to the infirmary.' Albus' head disappears. Molly pulls herself up and gets to work bustling around the kitchen, leaving Arthur sitting shocked at the kitchen table the quill forgotten in his hand ink splattering the parchment below it.

Severus would never admit it to anyone, not even the twinkling lemon drop lover, but he was very worried, even scared for Harry. Of course if anybody even suspected it he would have obliviated them and given them detention for the rest of their lives. The fact that Harry was relying on him to make a cure for an unknown poison made his hands shae.

He had lived with Harry over the holidays and knew Harry would forgive him if he never found a cure, but he really didn't fancy meeting Molly afterwards, or Lily in the afterlife when Molly killed him for not saving him.

Pulling his gold cauldron out of a well secured cabinet he lights a flame in the large hearth in his private study and hangs the cauldron over it. Using a simple spell he fills the cauldron with water out of his wand. Ingredients are removed from various cabinets and jars are taken from high shelves never touched by mere students.

A knock on the door surprises him as he is laying out his complete knife set and scales. The door opens without Severus doing anything and in walks Dumbledore who has now changed into maroon robes and a hat to match. He is carrying a large box.

'I had Molly put together everything Harry could have eaten this weekend. She was very prompt with sending it via the Floo Newtwork.'

'I'll get to work on testing all of this now.'

'I'll leave you too it then Severus. I could send you some help? It will take you more then 24 hours otherwise.'

'I am capable of testing this myself Albus.'

'I got a message from Poppy. Harry's stomach is being torn away and the poison is circulating in his bloodstream. She can't keep it at bay even with broad spectrum antidotes.' Severus looks up from the box of food he had opened and glares at Albus.

'Are you sure the hat misplaced you into Gryffindor. You would have done well in Slytherin that was the best piece of blackmail I have ever heard.'

'I'll send Ms Granger along then, she'll probably drag Mr Weasley along with her.'

Albus disappears before Severus can tell him to go to hell.

It wasn't long before Severus had unpacked all of the food, spaced out the samples to be tested along a long workbench and started to prepare the potion to help detect the poison. Another knock at the door caused him to curse fluently before opening it, coming face to face with a pale Hermione and Ron.

'Professor Dumbledore said that you needed some help.' Hermione states nervously. Instead of replying Severus simply steps to the side and allows them into his private study. Shuffling passed him quickly Hermione and Ron enter, Hermione immediately goes over and checks the potion Severus was working on and then reads the instructions out of the textbook next to the cauldron, Ron meanwhile goes over to the long table and looks at all of the food.

'Isn't there any chocolate left?' Ron asks seeing the lack of chocolate on the table.

'Mr Potter seems to have eaten all of it.'

Severus walks over to where Hermione has picked up one of his knifes and started cutting up the next ingredient to go in. Bat wings.

'Make them finer Miss Granger, the larger surface area will make it react quicker with the Comfrey Root. The next step can then be immediately executed instead of having to wait 15 minutes.' Hermione nods and repeats her actions. Ron nervously approaches Severus.

'Um, Professor, is there anything I can do to help? I know I'm not very good at Potions, but I could clean utensils or gets ingredients for you.' Ron stutters nervously, obviously fearing Snape's wrath. Looking very surprised at Ron's acceptance of being a run around, Snape raises a hand and points towards a locked cupboard.

'The passwords, Salazar, I need the three vials of golden liquid, third shelf up on the right.' Ron nods eagerly and rushes off, Severus turns and looks at Hermione who is already adding the sliced Bat Wings piece by piece, stirring anti-clockwise three times after every addition.

'Well done Ms Granger. I'll prepare the Mugwort.' Snape moves over to a clean part of the bench as he takes another knife, before taking out three green strips out of a glass jar.

A bang from the potion cupboard catches both their attention, and Snape is not amused when Ron comes out carrying the three vials of golden liquid but covered in what looks like slime.

'Mr Weasley, please leave my private study immediately. I will not have you destroying expensive ingredients any more.' Snape snaps angrily, causing Ron to quail under the gaze and leave after literally throwing the three vials into Hermione's hands. Once the door slams shut behind him Snape breathes out. 'How can he be such a disaster?' Snape wonders out loud. 'I thought Longbottom was the only Gryffindor that could trip over dust.'

'Rons worried.' Snape looks up shocked at seeing Hermione there. 'We always believed Harry could survive anything. But his…. his chances don't look so good at the moment.' A tear trails down Hermione's cheek. She rubs it away quickly and focus' on the next line of the method in the potions book.

'Potter will not die. He's too stubborn to.'

'I hope so.' Snape looks at Hermione uncertainly.

'Ms Granger.' Hermione looks up at Snape, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. 'Potter has the best luck of anybody I know, just like his father. Of course he'll survive this. Unless you have little faith in Harry's stubbornness and my potion skills!' Hermione smiles and turns back to the cauldron. A small thanks so quiet Snape almost misses it is Hermione's response.

'I don't believe it!' Ron rants as he storms into the boys sixth year dorm room. 'I knock over a few vials and he kicks me out!' Kicking his trunk hard as he passes he goes into the bathroom, stripping off his ruined robes before he throws the robes into a hamper that the house elves collected night. Ron has a quick shower before going back into the bedroom and opening his trunk. 'Oh just great. That was my last black robe ruined. Mums gonna kill me!'

'What's the matter Ron?' Dean asks coming into the bedroom, gagging at the smell of the ruined robes. 'Where's the mess?' Dean asks looking around for the cause of the smell.

'Hamper in the bathroom.' Ron says going over to Harry's bedside table and going through its draws.

'What have you been doing?' Dean asks his nose still scrunched up.

'Trying to mix an antidote for Harry.'

'What's wrong with Harry? Did Madam Pomfrey find out?'

'He was poisoned. Snape's trying to find the cure.' Dean's face turns white.

'Will… will he make it?'

'We don't know.' Ron finishes off looking in the bedside table and moves to Harry's trunk, throwing the lid open wider so he can lean in and rummage around. 'Thank Merlin left his trunk open or else I wouldn't be able to get passed that password of his.' Ron pulls out a black robe and looks at it carefully, before he throws it back into the trunk. Ron pushes aside wrapped packages that he guessed Harry still hadn't opened from his clothes shop during the summer, before coming across some of Harry's old black school robes. Pulling one out and checking it out he shakes his head before tossing it back in the trunk and digging deeper.

'Why are you searching through Harry's trunk?' Dean asks.

'I've ran out of black robes and Harry always has a few spare. Doesn't look like he's thrown out any robes since first year. There we are.' Ron says pulling out another black robe that is slightly lighter indicating it had been washed a lot. As Ron pulls it out from under a lot of other stuff a green robe unrolls and out rolls a half eaten chocolate egg wrapped in red paper with little griffins on it.

'Did you know Harry was hiding chocolate from us?' Dean asks reaching for it. 'He always shares.' Ron grabs it before Dean can eat any. 'Hey. I wanted that.'

'Harry was poisoned and they haven't found the culprit.' Dean looks at the chocolate and places it carefully onto Harry's bed. 'I'll take it down to Snape. I'll also take Harry's knives and cover robes for Hermione. She might need them.'

'I'll go get Justin. He's advanced too, he can help.' Dean says.

'I don't think Snape will like that.'

'It's to help Harry.' Ron nods.

'Send him down to Snapes office then. Snape's study is on the opposite wall behind that ugly tapestry of the vampire bathing in blood.' Ron says. Dean nods in reply before leaving the room. Ron throws on the black robe, opens Harry's beside cupboard and removes his knife set and his potions robe, before picking up the chocolate egg as he leaves.

Back in the dungeons Snape now had two students under his feet and was silently praying that Albus came back soon before he snapped and killed them both. Whilst he was cutting up the egg Ron had found and sent down with Justin, Hermione and Justin were trying to mix another poison revealing potion the other not being broad enough to cover every poison that could be placed in food.

'Justin pass me the Sneezewort.' Justin passes Hermione the Sneezewort as Justin finishes the calculations to find out how much to add the potion.

'Add 0.2grams.'

'Add 0.3 grams. It will need to counteract the Lugfish Lungs you added and then leave some left for a reaction with the Plankton Teeth, you are now going to add.' Snape hands Justin the Plankton Teeth who looks at him blankly. 'Weigh it out carefully its expensive, and then turn it into a powder.' Justin carefully takes the teeth and pulls a gold set of scales towards him. 'Use silver scales.' Justin nods and puts the gold scales on the surface behind him and pulls the silver scales out from a cupboard underneath the bench. 'Why do you need to use the silver scales and not the gold?' Snape asks making sure they actually understand what they are doing and were not just following instructions.

Hermione looks over at Justin who just shrugs his response.

'I do expect an answer.' Snape scolds.

'Um…'

'Um is not an answer. You are my best students I expect you to know the answer.' Snape angrily says.

'Plankton Teeth come from the ocean. You can find gold by panning the rivers but you have to mine silver?'

'Is that an answer or a question Mr Finch-Fletchey?'

'An answer.'

'Wrong.' Snape sneers. Justin looks over at Hermione worried and scared. 'You use silver when dealing with Plankton Teeth as they form a mild reaction creating Planktonite, which helps the body absorb the potion quicker, but it doesn't react with gold. By the time you come to your next Potion lesson I expect a 3 foot essay on the properties of Plankton Teeth and its reactions.' Snape sneers before sweeping out of the study and into a large ingredients store, slamming the door behind him, before leaning against the cold wooden door.

Calm down Severus, Snape mentally scolds himself. Stop fretting the two students who are helping you cure Harry. If they panic they'll mess up.

Pushing himself off the door Snape wanders along the shelves looking for ingredients he might need and picking up vials or glass jars when he sees them.

'I wonder how you are holding up Harry.' Snape wonders aloud.

'Now stay out!' Madam Pomfrey yells and slams the large oak infirmary doors shut. Turning around and stalking back to Harry's bed she picks up the damp cloth she had been holding before students had rushed in, and continued to mop Harry's head.

'Madam….' Harry starts coughing before even finishing his word.

'Ssssshhhh, Harry. You need to save your strength to get better.'

'This is bad.' Harry whispers out.

'You've had worse. Bones removed, Dementors, rogue bludgers. You'll survive this.'

'I hope so. I can't leave them alone.'

'Leave who alone Harry?' Harry throws up again bringing up more blood and crying at the pain. Madam Pomfrey waves her wand and clears up the mess and slowly a few drops at a time pours a pink potion down Harry's throat. 'Ssshhhh Harry. There, this will make your stomach settle down.'

'My arm itches.' Harry moves his right arm slightly. Madam Pomfrey rolls up Harry's sleeve on his pyjamas and closes her eyes in prayer when she sees his veins are turning black.

'It's nothing Harry. You've just been lying on your arm funny.' Harry nods missing the tears that spring into her eyes. 'I just have to go and fetch another potion for you.' Rushing off she fails to notice as Harry looks at his arm and sees it turning black.

That's not good, Harry thought before falling back to sleep.

In Madam Pomfrey's office, Pomfrey knelt down on the floor before throwing floo powder into the fire and calling out 'Snapes Dungeon.' Swirling around moments later, her head comes to a stop and she can see Hermione and Justin in one corner working together over a bubbling cauldron whilst Snape tests the food on her left with one potion already made up.

'Severus.' Snapes head comes up with a snap. Then looks back down at the piece of chocolate he is standing over that is glowing a dark crimson.

'Poppy. Is there a problem?'

'It's spread. His veins are turning black.'

'Oh god.' Hermione cries out. 'It's an Irreversible.'

'We need a base antidote Ms Granger. Now!' Hermione rushes into the ingredients store and comes out carrying a jar of grey goop. 'Mr Fletchley get Mandrake Roots and slice them, Ms Granger pour that into a cauldron and fetch the Jugfish Lungs you were using, they need to be dipped into the juice from the Mandrake leaves. Poppy get back to Potter and keep him stable. We know what it is and I'll be there as soon as possible with the cure.' A smiling Poppy leaves the fireplace and rushes back to Harry's bed and sees Harry fast asleep clutching his blackening arm tightly.

'It's okay Harry. The cure is on its way.' Poppy whispers as she takes Harry's hand and holds it close to her face.

A few hours later, Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Hermione, Ron, Molly, Arthur and Lupin are standing around Harry's bed, looking at his greying skin and black veins. Snape moves forward and forcefully opens Harry's jaw and pours the potion down his throat.

'It should work.'

'Should?' Lupin asks.

'It's an Irreversible poison, if not given the cure in 24 hours you don't survive.' Hermione whispers looking at Harry with tears in her eyes.

'Then how come…' Lupin stutters.

'Harry was given Stomach Soothers on the train and it helped neutralise some of the stomachs acid that helps activate the poison.' Madam Pomfrey adds.

'If the Killing Curse didn't kill him I doubt an Irreversible poison will.' Snape sneers. 'Potter does seem to have remarkable good luck!'

'Should!' Molly cries. 'Oh please Harry. Get better.' Molly goes over to Harry and pulls him up settling herself behind him before hugging him close. Dumbledore waves his wand and conjures chairs for everybody else.

'I believe we should all wait for Harry to wake up.'

Harry slowly gains consciousness. He feels the cotton sheets gently with his hands and realises that the flat pillow beneath his head is not the one from his dormitory.

The one on my bed is a lot more comfortable, Harry thought.

His head is pounding and his stomach aching Harry shifts slightly wincing as pain shoots from his stomach muscles. Carefully opening his eyes he is surrounded mostly by darkness but a single candle on his beside table gives enough light for him to make out a few shapes of people sitting in chairs. He slowly reaches out his hand and feels for his glasses on his bedside table and puts them on. This brings into focus, Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore and Snape all asleep in chairs on his left hand side, Madam Pomfrey, Lupin, Hermione and Ron asleep on his right hand side with Arthur sitting on a large chair at the foot of his bed with Molly in his lap.

Smiling at his family surrounding his bed, he slowly sits up causing Hermione's and McGonagalls hands to dislodge from his but they do not wake up. Picking his wand up off his bedside table and sighing at the tingling he feels when his fingers touch the wood Harry points it at himself and mutters a few cleansing charms.

'Harry.' Hermione shrieks from his right and throws herself across the bed and wraps him in a hug. This shout wakes everybody else up.

'Miss Granger. Please move out of the way so I can check Mr Potter.' Madam Pomfrey physically pulls Hermione off Harry and then waves her wand over him sighing in relief.

'You gave us a big scare Mr Potter'

'What happened?' Harry looks around looking for somebody who wants to answer. His eyes land on Snape.

'Somebody poisoned you.' Snape says.

'Did you find out who and what with?'

'We need to talk about that privately later.' Dumbledore says quietly. Harry nods.

'Are you sure you are feeling okay Harry?' Professor McGonagall asks worried.

'My stomach feels strange. And all my muscles are screaming at me. But other than that I'm not so bad.' Ron laughs at this.

'You nearly die and you say it's not so bad. Mate you can admit it hurts like hell.' Harry smiles weakly and lies back closing his eyes.

'Okay I ache all over, my throats sore and my stomach feels as though it has gone 5 rounds with a blast-ended skrewt.' Harry holds up an arm and sees it is still rather grey. 'And I look like a Dementor. Happy?' Hermione groans and then hugs him tightly.

'Everybody out. Harry needs his sleep. He also needs to take some potions to help him recover. Shoo. Even you Headmaster.' Nobody has time to protest as Madam Pomfrey herds them out of the infirmary and shuts the doors after them. When she returns to Harry's bedside Madam Pomfrey makes Harry take 5 potions that all taste as horrible as each other and he finally falls to sleep to Madam Pomfrey's gentle humming as she fusses over him.

'Madam Pomfrey it's Thursday, I've been in here since Monday. I'm bored, I have work and research to do. Snape will kill me if my advanced Potion essay is late.' Harry whined sitting on his bed still dressed in his green pyjamas with moving broomsticks on them. They were a gift from Mr and Mrs Weasley at Christmas.

'You've been here since early Tuesday morning and I do not care what Professor Snape will say. You are not leaving this room until you can swallow a meal and keep it down.'

'My stomach has been torn to shreds, I won't be able to eat solids for a few more days. But I am fit enough to leave.'

'Mr Potter you shouldn't have survived the poison and should have been dead before Professor Snape brought you into the infirmary.'

'But I survived. I'm the Boy-Who-Lived.' Harry grins.

'Nice try Harry, but I have the Headmasters permission to keep you here until I feel you are well to go.'

'That traitor!' Harry mumbles. At Pomfrey's raised eyebrow, Harry gives a brief smile then lies back down again.

'Good boy. I'll be back in a minute with your medicine.' Madam Pomfrey bustles away into her office, seeing his chance Harry grabs his wand and leaves the infirmary. A loud shout makes him start running until he reaches a few floors beneath the hospital wing. Out of breath and flustered Harry leans against a wall and takes a few deep breathes.

'Good to see you out of the hospital.' Harry turns around quickly his wand snapping to point at the other person.

'Good to see you too Draco.' Harry sighs.

'Trying to make a fashion statement?' Draco smirks looking down at Harry's green pyjamas with flying broomsticks and his grey skin.

'Just trying to escape. Damn women wants to keep me locked in there for life.' Draco laughs.

'I've heard Professor McGonagall and your girlfriend discussing how long they can keep you in there too.'

'Traitors. Even Dumbledore wants to keep me in there.'

'They're looking out for you Harry. The whole school has been worried sick.'

'Even the Slytherins?' Harry asks grinning. Draco smiles bitterly. 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing. I'm glad you're out of that infirmary.'

'Draco stop lying to me. I know you well now. What's wrong?'

'Can we go somewhere private?' Harry nods and then leads the way down to the Room of Requirement using shortcuts so nobody meets them. Once there Harry walks three times in front of the entrance and a door appears. Inside are a couple of couches a lit fireplace and some tea and biscuits. Harry drops down onto a couch. Draco sits down on the opposite couch and accepts the cup of tea Harry pours for him.

'Okay, now I'm worried. There were no sarcastic comments about me being the perfect housewife or turning into the Headmaster.' Draco shrugs.

'I think I'm going to get arrested.' Harry sits on the edge of his couch.

'What happened?'

'Over Easter, there was the usual Parkinson Ball.'

'I know. Surprisingly there were no Death Eater attacks that night.' Harry says sarcastically.

'My Aunt Bellatrix had given me a job to do. Something from the Dark Lord.' Harry puts his cup of tea down and moves forward towards Draco. 'I had to give messages to a few of his Death Eaters without getting caught. It was to see how good I was at subterfuge and to prove that I was prepared to do the Dark Lords work even in front of Aurors.'

'Who saw you?'

'Head Auror Simon Blackwell.'

'Do not worry, I'll deal with it.' Draco looks up at Harry shocked. 'Leave it to me. I'll send an owl when I have dealt with it.' Draco nods automatically. 'Go back to your common room and do some homework.' Harry stands up and goes over squeezing Draco's shoulder tightly. 'Has Voldemort called you yet?' Draco shakes his head.

'Aunt Bella said he was impressed and there moles in the Ministry hadn't heard of anybody asking any questions yet. I've passed my test; I can take the Dark Mark now.' Harry nods.

'I'm glad you passed.' Draco looks up at Harry shocked his mouth hanging open. 'Draco, I'd shut your mouth, it isn't something a Slytherin should do.' Draco shuts his mouth with an audible snap. 'I'm glad you passed as now you won't have to face Voldemort and be put under the Crutatius Curse for failing. It isn't very nice, trust me.' Harry smiles and leaves the room.

'You're the only person who actually cared. You hero!' Draco says whilst smiling before he too puts his cup down and leaves the room.

At the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office Harry had to pause and think for a minute.

'Can't you just let me past?' The gargoyle doesn't move. 'Come on I am in here at least three times a week!' The gargoyle moves its head to look at him then turns back to its original position. 'I'll take that as a no then. Okay, Lemon Drops, Sherbet Lemon, Blood Pops, Cockcroach Clusters…. What about Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans?'

The gargoyle nods and jumps aside.

'Dumbledore, you are so predictable.' Harry mutters to himself as he steps onto the revolving staircase and watches the walls go by, smiling at some of the portraits that he passes, knowing that they'll be telling the Headmaster he would be arriving in a few seconds. Upon reaching the door he didn't even bother to raise his hand to knock as Dumbledore called out 'Enter.'

'Good Morning Harry. I see Madam Pomfrey has let you out.'

'You know full well she didn't. You gave her permission to keep me locked in there.' Harry says smiling as he walks into the room and nods at Snape and Simon Blackwell who are sitting opposite Dumbledore's desk. Minutes from the last Order meeting were obviously being discussed as pieces of parchment was still strew between them all on the desk.

'Come sit down Harry.' Dumbledore conjures up a chair for Harry and places it near them. Harry gratefully sinks down into it and absently picks up the cup of tea he knows will be there and takes a Lemon Drop from Dumbledore's bowl of them on the edge of his desk.

'There was a reason for me coming here. I'm not just interrupting your important meeting.'

'Potter, you are a constant interruption.' Snape sighs.

'Harry, I am very happy to see you, but Simon was in the middle of a very important debriefing.' Dumbledore smiles.

'It's important. It involves Auror Blackwell.' Simon looks surprised but gives his full attention to Harry.

'Is there a problem Harry?' Simon is obviously concerned.

'Yes. You were at the Parkinson's Ball the other night.'

'Yes. I was there in an official capacity as Head of the Auror Department.'

'You caught Draco Malfoy passing messages to some of the Dark Lords supporters.' Simon frowns.

'Yes I did. I am collating evidence to have him charged.'

'You have failed to mention that Simon.' Albus says sternly.

'Just because he was talking to suspected Death Eaters does not mean Draco was passing on messages. He talked to many people that night.' Snape sneers.

'He is a Death Eater!' Simon states.

'No he's not. Not yet anyway. It was a test set by the Dark Lord. Bellatrix gave it to him.' Harry puts in.

'How do you know this?' Simon looks at Harry surprised.

'He just told me. He's very worried. I've been working on him all year. If you arrested him now he will join the Death Eaters as he will have no choice but at the moment if he does take the Dark Mark we may have another spy.' Silence falls. Fawkes trilling is the only noise as they all digest this new information. Dumbledore's eyes start to twinkle. Harry groans and sinks down into his chair taking another sip of his tea. 'Stop twinkling at me. I only became friends with Draco as he needed help with Potions at the beginning of the year, believe it or not, and insults turned into sarcastic comments.'

'Mr Potter, do you trust Mr Malfoy?' Simon asks.

'Yes.' Simon nods.

'I trust your judgement. For the time being I will put aside the file on Mr Malfoy and concentrate on others.'

'Nott and Parkinson.' Harry drops out. Snape raises an eyebrow at Harry. 'What? He wants to investigate and I'm giving him families that I know need investigating.' Dumbledore twinkles even more and Snape glares at Harry.

'They're all from my house.'

'Okay, okay. Investigate the Cromwells too. They have a son and daughter in Ravenclaw and another daughter that graduated last year from Hufflepuff. They've been selling Dark Arts Books to Death Eater families.' Harry sips his tea, looking at a twinkling Dumbledore.

'How do you get this information?' Simon questions unbelievingly.

'Magic.' Harry grins.

'Harry Potter!' Harry's grin drops as the office door opens to admit a very annoyed Madam Pomfrey. Before Harry can dodge, she has him bound and hovered out of the door, before turning to Dumbledore and pointing her wand at him. 'I'm very disappointed with you Albus Dumbledore. You should have sent him straight back to the infirmary. Next time I'll hex you.'

'I apologise Poppy. But at least you have your prison…. patient back now.' Poppy glares at Albus, then leaves floating Harry out in front of her.

After Poppy and Harry have left Simon turns back to Dumbledore.

'I see not even an Irreversible potion can keep Mr Potter down for long.' Snape snorts at Simons comment.

'He gives everybody grey hairs.' Snape sneers.

'Severus has Harry been getting any information off you?'

'Albus.' Severus threatens.

'I do not know where Harry could have collected that sort of information. I only found out yesterday that the Cromwells were selling on the Black Market but not exactly what they were selling and Harry comes out with the information without giving away his source. He is either getting visions from Voldemort again which mean his Occlumency barriers are down or…'

'You really don't think Harry has turned…' Severus starts his voice harsh.

'No Severus I am not suggesting that.' Albus goes quiet. 'Tom Riddle started delving deeper into the Dark Arts in his sixth year, Severus and I'm worried.' Snape stands up quickly.

'How dare you! How dare you accuse Harry of even touching a Dark Arts book to learn spells! Harry feels dirty even being in the presence of a book that could possibly be related to the Dark Arts. He has to enter the restricted section for books for Advanced Defence and Potions and I know for a fact he's been ill after he's been in there!'

Dumbledore stands up to try and calm down Severus, whilst Simon backs up in his chair watching in fascination as Severus nails Dumbledore to his chair with his glare.

'I can not believe you would even suspect Harry of becoming like the Dark Lord.'

'Severus I….'

'I put up with you not trusting Harry when he suggested that Moody might be the spy, I didn't push it when you asked me to report Harry's progress in Occlumency, even though I knew I shouldn't and I never questioned you when you placed Harry in my care at the beginning of the year. This is the final step. You either start trusting Harry or I will stop reporting back to you on him.'

'Severus, please…'

'This had better be an apology and I had better not be the only one you are apologising too.' Severus glare hardens. Dumbledore flinches under his gaze.

'You have my word Severus. I will apologise to Harry and I am now apologising to you. I do trust Harry, but I am worried that all of this pressure may become too much for him. He is only 16, he deserves to be allowed to have the rest of his childhood.'

'He never had a childhood. I know from Occlumency lessons and I told you, that he was neglected by the Dursleys and ever since he started school he's been a celebrity fighting for his life every year. It's about time you stopped treating him like a child and asking people to spy on him and let him come to you.'

'Alastor Moody is a spy?' Simon asks aloud, seeing he has been forgotten.

'Harry thinks so yes. He told me to be careful again on Saturday.' Snape says.

'Did he give a reason?' Simon asks interested.

'No, he just has a weird feeling about him and his scar itches when he is around. He told me his scar itches in the presence of Dark Magic or the Dark Mark.'

'Let us go question him. I'm sure Poppy has him tied to his bed by now.' Simon says standing up and heading for the door. Dumbledore having lost control of the meeting waves his hand at the pieces of parchment, which rolls themselves up and vanish into a drawer inside his desk before following out Simon and Severus.

Back in the hospital wing, Simon had been right. Poppy had tied Harry to the bed with ropes. His arms were restricted to the elbows and his legs were tightly bound above and below the knee. When Simon, Snape and Dumbledore entered the infirmary they found Harry banging his head against his pillow. He stops when he sees them.

'Do you think you could untie me? I'm sure this isn't legal.' Simon smiles and waves his wand. The ropes disappear causing Harry to sigh in relief before he grabs his wand from the top of the bedside cabinet. 'Hello baby. Did that nasty woman steal you from me?' Harry strokes his wand and then tucks it under the edge of the bed near where his hand would be when lying down. He sees Simon's confused face. 'For when she ties me back up after you guys had left.' Dumbledore's chuckle pulls Harry's attention to him. 'Did you need something from me sir?'

'Yes, Harry. We want to discuss Alastor Moody.'

'Which one?' Harry asks as he props up his pillows and settles back against them downing a potion next to his bed. 'Yuck.'

'He is our spy then?'

'Again.' Harry sighs. 'I really must have words with Mad-Eye about being kidnapped and Polyjuiced. It's really shocking when a top Auror has it happen to him twice in less then 2 years!'

'Do you have proof?' Simon asks.

'Yup. I've got the real Moody.' Harry says grinning. Shocked silence follows.

'How did you manage that?'

'I don't sleep.' Harry says as though that explains everything and it does.

'Are you saying, you crept out of Grimmauld Place, where we are trying to keep you safe and rescued him all by yourself?' Snape glares at Harry. Harry glares back.

'No, I am saying I followed your fake Moody to a really dodgy end of London, waited whilst he dosed the real Moody up on nutrient potions and then left again. I then broke in, rescued Moody, who I might add is severely malnourished, and took him some where safe.'

'You left Grimmauld Place.' Severus stands up and gets close to Harry, glaring.

'I'm sorry. I had to check out my theory and by the time I saw what state he was in I was not leaving him.'

'You hero.' Snape spits.

'You sound just like Draco.' Harry smiles.

'You are going to be in detention every night till the end of the year for your reckless behaviour. You are first going to be writing me a 3 foot essay on 'Correct Procedure when faced with an Injured Auror'. In for next Monday.' Harry splutters.

'I'm ill. I'm chained to a hospital bed and forbidden to move for another few days. Plus, that sort of material is only found at the Ministry!'

'Well you seem to be able to get every other piece of information, you can find a way to get this too.' Harry opens his mouth closes it again, opens it and finally closes it. 'Good thinking, you wouldn't wasn't it to be extended to 5 feet.' Dumbledore chuckles.

'Severus I think you are being a little to harsh on Harry. But I will not interfere.'

'We need proof that you have the real Alastor Moody.' Simon says.

'Dobby.' Harry calls. With a crack Dobby appears standing next to Harry's bed.

'The great Harry Potter sir. What can Dobby get you?'

'Could you please tell these three gentlemen that Moody is safe?' Dobby nods and turns to the others.

'Harry Potter sir is right. Harry Potter sirs Moody is safe and sound sirs. He be eating lovely stew Winky be making.'

'Thank you Dobby. Could you bring me up some of that stew if there is any left?'

'Of course Harry Potter sir.' Dobby disappears and appears moments later; hands Harry a tray and disappears again. Harry sniffs the stew using his spoon tucks in.

'You really should try this at some point sir. It's wonderful.'

'We should arrest Moody and question him under Veristium.' Dumbledore says.

'I always thought you were in Slytherin but that proves you weren't.' Harry says before looking at Severus and Simon who both have the same look on their faces. 'These two though are.' Harry waves at the two men with his spoon before putting more soup in his mouth.

'Why arrest him.' Simon says. 'It will be handy to start giving He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named false information. He's been ahead of us all year its time we were one step ahead again.'

'See, that's what a Slytherin would think of.' Harry stabs at Simon with his spoon.

'I'm afraid you three have that advantage over me. The sorting hat never wanted me in Slytherin. I was a Gryffindor through and through.'

'Figures.' Snape mutters under his breath.

'Mr Potter. What do you think you are doing?' Madam Pomfrey demands as she comes storming over.

'Um….'

'Do not answer eating or you will be tied to that bed until tomorrow.' Harry shuts his mouth and offers his spoon to Madam Pomfrey. 'No thank you Mr Potter. If you are going to eat it you'd best eat it all. It might get some colour back to your skin.' Harry raises an arm.

'I like looking like a Dementor.'

'Now if you gentlemen are done, Harry needs to finish eating and get some more rest. Leave.' Madam Pomfrey shoos the men out of the room returning to Harry. 'You Mr Potter, are going to sleep for a good three hours even if I have to give you a Sleeping Potion.'

'Yes Madam Pomfrey.' Madam Pomfrey huffs before heading for her office leaving Harry behind.