Coming down to the common room, Harry saw Hermione and Ron sat down near the fire, their cloaks off. Coming up to them, they both silently turned towards him.

"What did you say to Dumbledore?" Hermione enquired.

"Nothing I just told him to watch his own back and the rest of the students."

"He just let that happened, didn't he?" Ron said wearily.

"He's not supposed to know about Malfoy's plan."

"Well that was foolish, both on Dumbledore and Malfoy. Almost killing students." she shook her head.

There's not much that can be done now. Come let's go down to Dinner," Harry suggested. Almost everyone was at dinner now and when the three of them entered while everyone was chatting, Harry immediately noticed Snape's eyes were on him.

Snape's thoughts on immediately seeing the boy were of the incident that occurred previously. Potter continued confusing Snape. Even the headmaster hadn't noticed anything different about the boy, so it seemed he was doing an amazing job covering his tracts in whatever mischief he was up to. Potter's use of his spell was still questioning. It seemed that the headmaster hadn't noticed any spell being placed on around them and Potter hadn't raised even held his wand while they were communicating. However Snape was sure Potter had used a muffliato as he could sense it and couldn't hear their conversation. It annoyed Snape to end the way Potter was acting. How could he put up such a spell without a wand and how had a mediocre student like him been able to create a fully corporeal patronus that was able to send messages, which was supposedly only supposed to be known by the order?

Harry went and sat beside Ron who had already began piling food on his plate. Putting food onto his plate and again seeing that the food hadn't been poisoned, Harry turned towards the slytherin table where majority of the sixth years were sat near by each other. Evidently it was visible that Malfoy wasn't in his usual attire of having his rich demour echoing throughout him as his paley skin had taked on a lighter shade as though paper while his body reeked with anxiety. Harry could see in his eyes the immence guilt and regret that shadowed his eyes while his body structure indicated he could no longer carry on with his day to day activities. Looking at Malfoy's surroundings, none of the other students seemed to have had any similar effects. While some of them had semed more detached than usual they all didn't seem to face the shadow of having to accomplish a mission given from the dark lord or face the punishment.

"Have you tried the new sweet that hunnydukes was displaying," Ron said forcing Harry to look back at his table to them.

"Yeah I tried it in the shop, remember," Harry replied.

"I mean, it looks like they're really competing with Fred and George,"

"yeah, but you can tell the twins are in the lead by miles," Ron was smiling at his plate, putting some of the food into his mouth. They all put their heads down trying to eat so they could head out and occupy themselves doing something entertaining for the rest of the evening.

A brown school barn owl came from window while eveyone was lost in their own trivia. It flew around the hall and landed on the table, next to Harry. Thankfully, no one seemed concerned by this owl and carried on with themselves allowing Harry to asses the owl. It carried a note on its foot, intending only Harry to be able to take the massage.

"Are you not going to take the note Harry," Hermione asked looking up at him.

"Um yeah, I just can't think who would be writing to me at this time of the evening,"

"Well you've got to open it to know who it's from." Harry untied the knot from the paper taking it off the bird. As soon as the owl was freed from its message it flew away clearly not wanting a reply.

Harry opened the note suprised by his recipient. It read:

You wont be able to meet with me tonight at our usual place. Stop interfering with my plans because it going to get no one no where. You don't always need to top up on your hygiene even though you should do it regularly.

M.

What? was all that Harry could think. None of it made sense. And why couldn't he meet him? What would he be so busy with that wouldn't allow him to come. And what was Malfoy's problem with his hygiene ? Its not like he was taking any care of himself any better. Malfoy looked as though he had never seen a bed or food. At least Harry knew how to maintain his cleanliness.

"Hey Harry, who is it from?" Hermione asked, curious of the letter.

"It's just from Dumbledore," he quickly lied.

"Professor Dumbledore, honesty Harry. Well then it must be important."

"yeah," was all Harry could say.

"What does it say?" Ron questioned. Harry put the note into his bag placing it right at the bottom.

"It was just... about this afternoon," Harry quickly said not knowing what else to say without giving too much away. He looked towards Malfoy now who was eyeing him, fiercely. Malfoy still had a staight face on not trying to show any emotion, however Harry could tell from his breathing that he seemed... relief. That's what it seemed like but Harry wasn't sure if it was because he wouldn't have to talk to him or something else. Looking back at Hermione and Ron, Harry decided it was best to leave. "I've been told to do something. See you lot later," As soon as he escaped the hall, Harry ran to the common room, needing to get some space from anyone and think.

In the showers now Harry was agitated that he had almost allowed a student to nearly get killed. And the audacity of Malfoy to just accept what he had done and yet still it looked like he wasn't able to handle te burden. Harry took his glamours off revealing what truly was beneath. His skin was as pale as ever shadowed with eye bags so big it looked as though the night had decided to rest on his face. The bones on his skin where more prominent than ever even though he had slightly began to eat better now. Harry looked around his scaring or more particularly the ones he wasn't able to heal and unscar in time leaving marks of gashes and welts on his back mostly but also a few in the front. Harry couldn't imagine how much more his body would be littered with these stains if he hadn't been able to learn and use these potions quickly enough. Reflecting his back now, Harry again noticed the same superior marking that hadn't healed in the same way as the others.It still had red staining all around it with the skin swollen a scab forming slowly.

Harry sighed looking at it. Luckily he was able to prevent any of his other welts becoming like this but it seemed this one was too late. Not knowing what to do anymore with it, he hoped he wouldn't have to go to madam Pomfrey and make up a story because there would be a lot of explaining to do. Harry reapplied his glamour so powerful this time he knew it would last untill atleast a weak. Looking at himself, all he wanted to do was hide himself from everyone. He was a nobody. All he was good for was making sure that Voldemort would be defeated but after that he would have no worth. He would be better off dead.

"Mate how long you going to be? Everyone's come back from dinner." Ron knocked bringing Harry out of his thoughts.

"Just hold up. I'm almost done." Harry closed the water, dried himself and dressed up. Comimg out, Ron was sat on his bed with a chess set in his hand.

"Wanna play? Hermione's gone to the library for the hour, till curfew.

"Sure," The two of them headed down to the common room where majority if the gryffindors were sat all doing their own things. The two of them occupied the table with two seats and began to play. As usual Harry again was losing to a high amount and had no hope. While there were many points which Harry was having a good chance in out doing Ron, Ron would always be one step ahead and be able to conquer Harry. At least Harry was improving from the beginning even if he couldn't totally beat Ron yet in chess.

Just as the hour passed, Hermione walked into the common room holding three books. Her eyes looked droopy and her hair was bushier than ever. She walked up to them, with her books slightly blocking her view.

"Hey guys. You all should have completed some of your homework. you're going to regret it later." Ron snorted looking up to her.

"Chill Hermione, we can do it tomorrow,"

"I'm just saying. I know how you are," Harry smiled at her. Shaking her head, she spoke again. "Well I'm heading to bed. It's been an exiting day. Night,"

"Night," They both replied and she headed up.

"Come lets go to bed as well," Ron suggested. He put the set away while Harry waited for him. They both walked up the boys stairs while Ron tried stifling a yawn.

"It takes so much effort to brush your teeth before bed," Ron sighed, gettimg his toothpaste.

"Well we still have to. It's not something magic can exactly solve," Harry said heading to his sink in the bathroom with Ron. They both applied their toothpaste onto their brushed and began brushing.

As Ron was looking into the mirror he heard a bang from the floor. Whipping his head, Harry had collapsed, his body withering sending convulsions throughout. Where his toothbrush once was, was now bubbling foam coming out of his mouth. His eyes rolled backward with lines of red streaking out. Ron head someone come in to their dormitory, but didn't seem to notice. He bent down to Harry now who could barely open his eyes.

"Ron, what happened? Is everything alright?" Neville said concerned by the noice he heard.

"Quick, go call Mcgonagall. We need her NOW! It's Harry," Neville zoomed off, heading towards Professor Mcgonagall's office trying to catch her. Ron didn't know what to do so picked Harry's head up raising it so he could breath a bit better.

"Oh Harry, what have you got yourself into," Ron said in his shaky voice, holding him down.

Professor Mcgonagall barged into the bathroom with Neville behind her in her usual clothes and her bun tied back. She was panting, worry etched into her face. Coming up to him she touched the foam that had come out of Harry's mouth and gasped.

"Accio," Professor Mcgonagall said pointing her wand out. Shooting towards them came a cub substance which largely resembled a beazor. She shoved it into his mouth, holding it firmly together.

"I want you to keep holding his neck firmly, Mr Weasley," She waved a wand conjuring a corporal cat which started prowling. Coming up to her she said:

"Go to Severus and tell him that a student had been poisoned and we need you immediately in the hospital wing." The cat nodded its head and headed off into the dark outside. Professor Mcgonagall conjured a stretcher and levitated Potter onto it.

"You two stay here and try resting. Mr Potter is in capable hands now and should he fine." Locking the lavatory and making sure nothing was touched again, she walked away, heading towards the exit, with Potter in his stretcher, floating behind her. comimg out now everything seemed deserted so the professor jogged towards the hospital wing, screaming for madam Pomfrey's name.

"Poppy, Poppy," Madam Pomfrey came running from her office worried by Minerva's voice. "A student has been poisoned. He needs immediate attention."

"Place him onto the bed," she began pouring potions down hi throat allowing him to now settle down and the spasms o stop. Casting a diagnosis charm, it indicated that there was something unwanted running in his system. It also showed that there was an occurring infection but at the moment that was the least of their worries.

"What has occured?" Professor Snape barged in with Dumbledore closely behind him.

"It seems that Potter has been poisoned; I have stabilised him enough but it will only last fo half an hour. If something else is not done he will die. This poison seems rare and the normal anti venomous potions won't work. It's not in his blood yet but it's in his digestive system for now."

" I will be able to identify the poison shortly but you will have to place him on statis to make sure I have enough time brew the counter potion for what ever the poison is."

"I can't do that by my self; someone like Potter requires a lot of magical power to put his in such a state."

"I will help you," Dumbledore spoke for the first time. "Severus take what you need and then we can start. Minerva make sure all students are in bed and head to my office," Snape took out a flask and placed some of the foam into the flask. Injecting some of Potter's blood out he conjured a piece of parchment with a quill which started scribbling down things on it's own accord.

"Poppy, isolate him into a private room where none of the students will be able to see him or know of this situation," and with that Snape swiftly walked out of the infirmary with his usual calm, shadowy demour. She cast a monitoring charm upon Potter who was still sleeping peacfully lost from this world.

"Are you ready, Poppy?" Dumbledore said to Poppy who had worried lines etched into her forehead.

"Yes, it's best to get it over and done worh before its too late," Both of them stood on either side of Harry and began chanting vigorously. At many times, his body rose up but still Potter's state hadn't changed.

Fifteen minutes later a very sweaty nurse and headmaster sat down on the visitor chairs both panting. They had succesfully accomplished what they had required but still were unsure what would be happening to Potter in the near future.

"You should move Mr Potter and I will head off to my office to meet Minerva. Please keep me updated on Mr Potter's condition," With a curt nod from madam Pomfrey, the headmaster walked out of the Infirmary his voice laced with guilt and regret.

Snape went to his private quarters where he had the most exclusive of everything waiting for him to begin exploring. Placing the foam into the couldren along with one of his own very creation of a potion, he began stiring, adding in some of Potter's blood. He knew he would have to update the dark lord sooner than later before it seemed he was hiding something, however he didn't know what to expect of poisoning as it all seemed to have gone too far. This wasn't how the dark lord wanted this to all go. Looking at the potion Snape didn't believe the results.Trying again the potion yielded the same results. But how? It was almost impossible to obtain such a venom. The price was almost too much even for the richest families like Malfoy.

Throwing some floo powder into the fire Snape called for Professor Dumbledore's name.

"What is it my boy? Have you found out anything?"

"May I come over,"

"Of course by come, come," Snape walked through the floo network entering the headmasters office with his results. Minerva was sat opposite Albus with red eyes.

"Minerva we'll discuss this tomorrow. Try to get some rest and make sure whatever Mr Potter has touched is sealed off. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight headmaster," Minerva nodded her head and walked out. Turning his head towards Severus now, Albus looked up to Snape.

"What is it that you wanted to discuss Severus?"

"It seemes headmaster that the assignment of poisoning Potter has been accomplished however the poison used was one that is very rare,"

"What does this poison come from then? It's none of your given concussion looking at what state Harry was in."

"It's from one of the rares snakes. The Saint Lucia racer." Dumbledore held his breath in, not expecting this type of news. "It seems who ever had done this, has used poison from their own sources, intending to do more than what the dark lord wants," Dumbledore looked up from his black hand, regarding something.

"Will you be able to make the antidote to this? It does require rare ingredients, if you need supplying,"

"I have all the ingredients I need, however it requires to sit for a few hours after I have done first few steps which needs to be watched before I can complete the remaining steps." He paused now taking in a breath. "I'm going to need to report to the dark lord before he hears feom other ears, which should be enough time while the potion stirs so I will be requiring someone competent to watch the potion while I am gone,"

"I will watch over the potion for you but I want you to be careful; Tom is not going to take this news pleasingly,"

"I will manage," was all Severus. "I will begin to brew the potion and will send a patronus to you when you are required," They both sat in silence wandering about the actions that had juat occured.

"Do you have any idea who in particular might have set this or how the managed to posion Harry. He was doing well enough these couple months,"

"Considering the way the venom acts, it was something most likely from where Potter last was as it is quick reacting. As for who did I'm not particularly sure however it seems to be more than one student who partook this facade,"

"Very well then my boy, good luck," Severus nodded his head towards Dumbledore, stood up and headed out of the door.

As soon as Severus reached his private labs, he turned on the heat from under the couldren, beginning to take the ingredients he required. It had been years since he had required to brew such a potion the last time being when he had just joined ranks with the dark lord. It was one of the most painful ways to make your opponent suffer, nearly always resulting in death if the person was not saved in time. Some could say that it was worse than the cruciatus curse expect that you couldn't scream while other would have ppreferred being slaughtered alive than suffering the wrath of the potion. Snape still couldn't understand who would have been able to obtain such a thing when it was evident of the results, knowing what the dark lord expected of them. Who ever had made this mistake would surely be seeing blood soon.

Turning the flame low, he conjured a patronus who galloped away with his message. Five minutes later, Dumbledore stood in his private lab, dusting some of the ashes from his shoulders.

"It just needs to sit under the flame for three hours. After every hour, stir it clockwise seven times. I should be back before the second hour but if I am not here on time, the last set of instructions are written in my black potions journal which need to be followed to the point." Dumbledore nodded his head to show that he had understood and Snape headed out of his dwelling to the main entrance while placing his death eater robes on.

Apparating to Malfoy manor, the gates automatically opened, allowing him access. A small sqeelish elf appeared as he knocked on the door, wanting to come in.

"I'd like to see the dark lord," Snape said to the elf, while showing his left arm. It walked to the side opening the door, leading him into the hallway. Waiting for the elf to direct him. Snape looked around absorbing the fragments and paintings that decorated the hallway. The elf moved forward and Snape began folloing it untiy readed a set of dark oak doors, majestically closed. It bowed down to Severus and disappeared with a pop.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked.

"Come in," said a cold voice. Opening the door, Snape saw the dark lord sat at the front of a large black oak table that covered the centre of room. He was sat playimg with his fingers, his nails tapping with each other. "Ah Severus take a seat" he pointed at the one closest to his right hand side. "What news do you bring me?"

"My lord, there was an occurance today at school,"

"And what happened, my snake,?"

"It seems, that the children which you set the assignment of poisoning Potter enough so that live and could be transported to your feet have overplayed their role and have poisoned him to point where he may be on his death bed."

"What!" he roared his eyes filled with fury.

"It seems that some how, they were able to maintain the venom of Saint Lucia racer, which as you would know my lord results the person to suffer in agony and to die within the second hour unless halted. Potter's body is frozen untill I am able to fully create the antidote and he is going to be sent to a private room after I have administrated the it, where only Dumbledore and Poppy Pomfrey will be aware of its exact place."

"And why weren't you aware of such plans untill they occured?"

"My lord, only a few students rarely came to ask of my assistance or for a poison I know would be effective for this but rather chose by their own means, ignoring what I had to say or telling me of their plans,"

"Do you know where they could have obtained such a poison?"

"No, my lord. I am guessing that they must have got it from their parents as it is even hard for adults to obtain such a thing and costs a fortune."

"Well then we shall soon find out, who's heritage decided to act so convulsively and defy my orders." Within the next ten minutes all death eaters who had children in Hogwarts were gathered together apart from Malfoy's mum. Everyone had their heads down and Severus could see that a few of them were confused as to why they where there.

"It seemes that someone's kin has decided to disobey me and almost kill Harry Potter. Now I wonder who that was?" He looked around as everyone started raising their heads up to the dark lord. "No one?" Everyone was now staring with guilt. Finally someone spoke up though his voice was barely more than a whisper.

"My lord, none of our children have reported back on attempting to accomplish your mission. We can find out tomorrow which child was at fault,"

"Well you must because who ever it is will surely learn, however let's narrow this down: who was able to acquire such a poison like the venom of Saint Lucia racer? It's not an item that is passed around everyday," again there was a deadly silence that no one wanted to break.

"My lord," a new voice spoke this time.

"Yes Nott," Said Voldemort in a weary voice.

"I don't think anyone of us could even dream of affording such a thing let alone having something so rare and expensive."

"So then why was Potter poisoned with such a thing, if they weren't supplied by their parents!" roared the dark lord. By now Nagini had slithered into the room onto the table. Nott seemed to wither away, shaking vigorously. "CRUCIO," he screamed and everyone in the room apart from Severus, were now screaming in agony, their bodies in an invisible fire and each of their bones snapping. What felt like hours later, the curse was finally removed and everyone was panting, all of them shaking. "The next time I call you, I will want to know who made such an error. You are all now dismissed. Severus stay." Once everyone had gone and the door was such the dark lord once again spoke. "Severus I want you to make sure Potter survives as he will die only by my hand. I want you to also see which child did this."

"Yes my lord,"

"Very well my snake, you may go now," Snape kissed the hem of Lord Voldemort's robes and headed out of the room.

As soon as he was out of the anti apparation boundaries, Severus headed to the edge of the forbidden forest where the anti apparation boundaries ended. Coming up to the castle, he looked back at the meeting trying to see if he had missed any details. Unable to attain anymore information than he already had, he directed towards his private quarters where he knew Dumbledore would be.

"Severus, how are you? Are you fine?"

"Yes headmaster. I was lucky enough to escape his wrath. I am untouched."

"Poppy has been calling for us two for the last twenty. I asked her if it could wait and she said just barely but her voice seemed desperate. Shall we go to her? Your potion still has forty five minutes untill you have to stir it again?"

"Of course, headmaster," The two of them headed out while Snape placed a monitoring charm on the potion,making sure nothing would happen to it.

"You can tell me what happened, in the morning," Snape nodded and they both carried on walking in the dark, deserted halls.

Once they were both past the infirmary into the private room, the two of them saw Madam Pomfrey placing wet paper cloths on Potter's forehead.

"What has happened, Poppy?" Dumbledore asked, concerned looking at the way Mr Potter was covered in wet clothes.

"I don't know Professor. He's meant to be under the spell and still is but he started convulsing and shaking a lot. He just calmed down but he's shaking a lot and he's still got a fever even though I've given him a fever reducing potion. He's also been sweating. I don't know what's going on with him. It's not making sense." Snape now had a frown on his face, perplexed by what he had heard.

"That shouldn't be the case. He's meant to be frozen totally, only his brain being able to function," They all were around Harry confused.

"Poppy, do you mind if we see what you are describing?"

"No, I think it would be better that way," Dumbledore waved his wand and his pensieve flew into the room. Madam Pomfrey brought her wand to her temple taking a strand of silvery lining and placing it into the bowl. "After you two," The three of them put their heads into the pensieve, being transported into the memory.

Poppy was in her own quarters, stirring her cup of tea, wearing a night gown. Just as she sat down an alarm set making her jump to her feet. Placing some slippers on she bailed out of her residence to the room they currently where in. Around Potter's bed was a red line boxing him off. He was laying in the bed his body flapping, crazily around. He seemed to be suffocating but there was nothing stopping his airways. His face was scrunched together as though in agonising pain and his legs withered up and down.

Of course Potter can accomplish the unexpected Snape sarcastically thought. It isn't as though he already breaks enough rules.

Harry continuously kept moving around in his dangerous ways,not even attempting to listen to the pleas of Poppy. Poppy placed a fever reducing potion directly into his stomach, yet still he seemed to be getting worse. Madam Pomfrey sent her patronus to Dumbledore asking for him while using the old methods to cool Harry down. After a good five minutes of thrashing around he settled down though he was shaking frequently.

Dumbledore and Snape entered the infirmary a while later, while she was sat on his side trying to put him back in a better state. The memory ended there and three of them where back into the infirmary with the pensieve in the middle if them.

They all looked at Harry who still had spasms running down on his body though they were less than what they had just seen. Snape stared at Potter trying to make a connection though not understanding what it could be. Potter's reaction where similar to something else but Snape couldn't understand what.

"Do you think it was poison?" Dumbledore asked turning towards Snape.

"It's not possible. To preserve his body would mean that nothing is allowed to move and the only activity that significantly can do anything is the brain, which the venom couldn't have reached yet because we stopped it, before it reached the blood stream."

"Then why was he reacting in such a way?" Madam Pomfrey asked who was equally perplexed.

"I'm not certain why, however I don't think it's from the poison." Snape replied. They all stood around in silence, staring at Potter. It seems he always knew to break the common order.

"I'll head off to complete the potion and give it to him once it's done," Snape said.

"Severus and I will be heading off then," Dumbledore said. "If anything new transpires then please call us. Goodnight,"

"Night headmaster," Severus and Albus both headed out into the corridors, walking silently.

"Do you think it may have to do something between the connection between him and Tom?" Dumbledore said out of the blue.

"It... may be possible." Snape looked back at the way Potter had reacted and now that Dumbledore had said that it did seem like the effects of the cruciatus.

"If it is the connection, then it would have to be a common occurance throughout the year, yet its seems to never have happened before,"

"Possibly. But this is Harry; he tends to keep to himself more now,"

"I think we would know, Albus if he did not didn't sleep. He looks like his normal self and no one seems to have complained of him having nightmares or being unable to sleep. If it was really the something like the cruciatus curse then we would see him shaking almost everyday and he wouldn't be able to stand any longer. He is also inadequate in potions so he wouldn't be able to stop such reactions and the potion is uncommonly know." He stopped talking, sighing "There have been worse ones, before"

"We'll just have to wait and see untill he wakes up to understand what is going on. Just be wary Severus, it may be best that he resumes his occlumency lessons later on."

"That is debatable headmaster," Snape replied. They reached the staircase which was Snape's ticket to stop talking to Dumbledore, allowing him not to.express his personal opinion.

"After you finish the potion, I want you to make sure that you rest," Dumbledore said raising his eyebrows.

"I will sir. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight my boy," Dumbledore said and headed to the top of the stairs. Snape headed to the dungeons where the potion required stiring in the next five minutes. Looking at it, it seemed prefect as it should have been, with it occasionally bubbling. Stiring it now he began the second part of the brewing wanting to finish it off as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, with his hair greesier than ever, Snape had a bottle of the specific antidote in his hand and made his way to the infirmary to Potter's room. Luckily it was all desserted and so no one saw Snape's mask off filled with tiredness and anxiety, just before he entered.

"Poppy, the first batch of the potion is made here and needs to be administered," he said after she had allowed him to come in. "I need you to remove the spell Potter is under so that I can administer the first dose." She nodded her head and walked to Harry's new room with Snape behind her. He kept his passive face on with the potion on hand and stood on the opposite side of where Madam Pomfrey was. Poppy looked at Severus to see if he was ready and nodded his head. And then repeatedly she began to chant.

"trans gelidumeum removerposui," again and again untill it showed Potter was breathing normally again. Snape gripped Potter's neck and pulled it back tilting the liquid into his mouth and massaging his neck so it could flow through. Potter looked as though he had regained a bit more colour and his breathing seemed calmer.

"Give his second dose in the morning and the last one in the afternoon. He'll most likely remain unconscious for three or four days but the poisoning shouldn't do anything to drastic to his body."

"Okay," she said and Snape passed her the two remaining vials and headed out of the area. Looking back, he knew he would have to find out who had done this for both Dumbledore and the dark lord but hoped they wouldn't have to suffer too much.

Once in his own rooms, Snape flopped into his bed exhausted, however sleep still wouldn't come to him. Just daunting thoughts he wished would stay away. It always were similar thoughts everytime he would surpass something in the means of the spoilt arrogant Potter. It was always those of his regrets. It was always about Lily. What would have happened if he'd kept his mouth shut and not insulted her? What would have happened if he chose different company? What would have have happened if he was raised differently? There was so much he knew he could have change and would in an instant but in the end it was his fault she had died. It was his fault, Potter was left an orphan. sighing he lost himself to the thoughts of Lily and the times they spent together. Them doing magic in the park, shopping together and makimg potions togther... in the midst of these thoughts, sleep came over him, taking him into the darkness.

Dumbledore came to his office, his hands on his heads. He didn't know how long he would be able to handle this; two of his students almost dead at his watch. He should have had an idea of what may happen but again he failed his students. Getting into bed, Dumbledore knew he would have to make sure who ever had that poison wouldn't go and attack anyone else as it could be fatal.

Even though Professor Mcgonagall had told them to get to bed, Ron and Neville couldn't. They both tried opening the bathroom again but it seemed sealed and when they headed towards Harry's bed it seemed as though an invisible shield had been placed around all his things. Neville headed to bed after than, not sure what to do but Ron could tell he wouldn't be able to get any sleep while Ron himself headed down to the common room. The candles were flickering and the fire was roaring but the common room was empty. Ron didn't know how to sit still. His best friend had just been poisoned and he didn't even know what was happening to him and he couldn't even go to Hermione to inform her with the stairs turning into a slide. Not knowing what else to do, Ron stayed on the sofa, worried all night, not getting any sleep, making scenarios up, in his head. All he hoped was, his friend to be alright.