A/N: I'm so happy! Today I managed to get tickets for SW EP2: Attack of the clones, for the very first day of the showing, 16 May!

Thank you for the reviews!!! I'm so happy that you liked last chapter! :)))

Kit Cloudkicker: yeah, that's really the safest method! (but Snape trusts his potions too much.) Oh, just realised something: does your nickname come from Captain Balu? (I don't exactly remember the names from there, but one of the main characters was called Kit, wasn't he?)

Mikey: I've seen the movie 8 times: 4 times in Hungarian, 4 times in English – and it was much better in English (while the books were better in Hungarian). The voices of the characters in Hungarian weren't well chosen. Snape, for example, sounded downright 'nice'.

Tessa: Ron won't have a big role, but you'll see enough of him, I promise.

Gwen Fifortry: you were reading it in class? Which class, may I ask? Was it a computer class and did your teacher let you surf on the net? I'm really curious.

zzxm: thanks for being so faithful.

jennyKT: you're absolutely right! I knew that there was an explanation for the use of floo at Hogwarts, I just couldn't remember what it was. Thanks.

Mage: yes, Krum's going to kill Harry and the story ends right in this chapter. (Don't believe a word I'm saying! :))

STARGIRL: why did you think I got miffed? I do have self-criticism. Did I really get that many negative reviews? Strange… I counted only 5-6.

X_Tow_Naga: no, Harry hasn't written that essay – yet. Why couldn't Harry always count on Ron? Remember book four? Remember what he was like after Harry's name got out of the goblet of fire? Well, that's why Harry couldn't always count on Ron. Why did they separate the boys and the girls? Hm… maybe you had sex ed together, but I had it in this separated way (though it wasn't funny at all, it was downright boring :( Dumbledore chose Snape to teach sex ed, because there was no other teacher I could think of to teach something like this. For example, should Flitwick have taught it? Nay. Lupin? No way, you'll get to know why in chapter 18. Why did Herm teach in McGonagall's class? Well, the girls were told to go up to McGonagall's class, where – I presume – Minerva told them that she had just run into Hermione and asked her to do it instead of her. And Minerva probably didn't want to send the girls into another classroom. This is really not important, IMHO. Why does Harry call all the teachers by their first names in his thoughts? Strange, I would never have realised that he was doing so, had you not told me that. It's maybe because me and my best friends always call our teachers by their first names behind their backs – and we have invented lots of nasty nicknames for them as well – so for me it's quite natural to call them by their first names :) Why did Harry leave the class? I guess he simply had enough. Haven't you seen a student run out of class yet? I have. The story is at the end of November now, but Christmas will come soon - in chapter 16-17. Oh, you seem to know Mileta just as well as I know her! Great! Um, why did Harry let her kiss him? Well, she yanked him to herself too quickly for him to realise what was happening. You can see such things in lots of movies. Thank you for saying that my story lines and characterisations are okay – it meant a lot to me.

BlueIce: angel? Thanks :)

apple-pie: Ron and Gin getting to know about the kiss… hm… you'll see ;-)

Arif: longest review to this fic so far, thanks! Uh, may I ask something? Are you a boy or a girl? No, Harry has no magical semen, LOL, I laughed so hard when I read your review… no, the reason why Harry is so 'gifted in conception' is something else. You'll get to know it at the end of the story. Two other people have told me not to use 'either' so much, so I'll try. I'm going to give my friend my HP with Mirror Erised pic to scan it, and in a couple of days I'll be able to send it to you. Yes, quite a many people have asked me to be my beta, but I don't want to send my fic to anyone before I start uploading, I trust only my mother. (Please don't take this as an insult, I've told the same to everyone who have volunteered so far, and I'm really grateful that you'd correct my spelling, however I'd rather post the fic with bad spelling, knowing that no one knows what happens, besides me and mum.) Well, DragonBallz was shown in the Hungarian TV about a year ago – and there was quite an upheaval, parents wanted to ban the series because it was so full of aggression… however the Hungarian TV started to show Pokemon as well, and that's also aggressive, but people don't care anymore. I didn't see either of them, neither did any of my friends. I haven't travelled a lot – I have only been three times in Austria and once in France. Feel free to ask anything, but I'm not sure I'll answer everything :))

teacherchez: I haven't read Pride and prejudice, I only saw a TV series of it and found it terribly boring. I don't like Jane Austen (it was she who wrote it, right?) Haha, you had a funny dream! I also did last week: I was in Peru with a couple of friends AND Harry and Sirius (the latter with a camera, and he was clicking it all along like Colin). Harry was looking for a lost snitch, and we saw a blue phoenix at a tree that burst into flames right before our eyes. We also saw a dead acromantula (you know, a big spider like Aragog), then I saw a blue Hungarian bus on a hill - in Peru! Quite a silly dream, huh? No, Gin's tiredness wasn't an indication that Dan would be a squib, pregnant women feel tired quite often. Albus teaching sex ed? LOL, he's way too old for that (or maybe not, given that he's together will Arabella:)) Of course you'll get to know why the contraceptives failed – at the end of the story, no sooner! *evil grin*

LilGinny: no, Dan being a squib has nothing to do with David being a wizard… or maybe a little bit, but not that way – you'll see in chap 17.

Wood's secret lover: of course you'll get to know why the potion and the spell didn't work. It IS important.

jeanine23DR: I didn't read a fic like that, which one is that, I'd like to read it! WWF? You mean World Wildlife Fund, or what?

blaubaerin: so Milka is German? Congrats to the Germans on making the best chocolate in the world! Where did I get the ring idea? No idea at all. I have only read Lord of The Rings, but there the rings weren't changing their colours. I really don't know.

Maddy: Harry managed to pass the Potions N.E.W.T., though with a bad mark. You know Snape… and Harry didn't manage to write the essay, because he didn't know why the Potion and the spell didn't work, so he wasn't exempted from the exam. In Hungary at least 7-8 smurf pop CDs have been released, and I have a couple of them, they're really funny!

Crazycutee831: no, Mileta's not going to make him drunk.

veronik: it might have happened that I wrote 'my' instead of 'by'. I'm a quick and very good typist, but sometimes I don't notice stuff like this, especially when my spelling correction programme doesn't tell that it's wrong (and how could it? 'my' is also an English word, so the programme doesn't notice that it's out of place there.) Ah, so you like long chaps? Well, chap 14 will be very long.

Moony Lover: did you also write sex ed? Tell me exactly which chapter it is, and I'll read that chap, okay? I'm really curious! :)) No, Draco won't kidnap Ginny. But he'll want to get her, of course. Hm… you're close, but not totally. There will be much bigger cliffies later.

PUNKsarcasm, Padme Skywalker, Lady Lupin and thebiggesthpfan: thank you – to you and to everyone else. You guys have given me my self-confidence back.

Waldomier: The Greatest Scandal ended in December 1998, and this story started in June 1999.

Bienfoy: I've turned you into a H/G shipper? Great, I have turned lots of people into H/G shippers, LOL:) Dumbledore chose Snape to teach sex ed because there was no other teacher I could think of to teach something like this. For example, should Flitwick have taught it? Nay. Lupin? No way, you'll get to know why in chapter 18. And no, Harry haven't written that essay – yet.

I AM THE BEST AUTHOR: your words are full of hate, but I have heard a very clever saying recently: "There will always be people who hate you, but the only way they can win is if you hate them back." So I don't hate you – on the contrary: I feel sorry for you. I believe you wanted to provoke me to send you to hell, but I won't – on the contrary. I say: write me as many flames as you please, if that is what makes you happy. I will not answer with rudeness to your rudeness.

LupinsLover: I haven't tasted Russian champagne yet, I only heard that there was a pink coloured Russian champagne and I thought it had to be… not too good. Sorry, I didn't want to insult the Russians! No, the fact that Gin's a Weasley isn't the reason why she always gets pregnant. I guess Molly really wanted to have lots of kids (or they kept trying until they managed to have a daughter:)), but in Ginny's case it's different: she did use contraceptives, but they didn't work. Why? You'll get to know later.

Twink: I took Rasputin and Dimitriy from Anastasia, of course :) But as you know, Rasputin was a real person. My Latin is going to be terrible, sorry.

xenocide: happy birthday (although it was two days ago!:))

Derkaun Zarion: no, it's not fate that makes them have so many kids. It will be revealed later. As I have told Twink, my Latin will be terrible – all I know is 'in vino veritas' and 'alea yachta est'.

One-Winged Butterfly: no, the failing contraceptives have nothing to do with Dan being a squib. You asked why Malfoy was in seventh year with H and G. Yes, Harry had to go back – and in the last chap of TGSoHH I mentioned that Dumbledore let Malfoy return to the school and finish his studies (Ron said he didn't approve of the idea.)

Oh, my, I was blabbering again, sorry!

Chapter 13

Hallucinations

The voice of her brother made Mileta jump and release Harry, who immediately looked in the direction of the fireplace where he saw two newcomers: Viktor Krum and Hermione – the former with an extremely angry expression, the latter with her mouth agape.

He stood up as they approached them.

"Hullo, Viktor, Herm."

"What were you doing with my sister???" Krum repeated his question, furrowing his extraordinarily bushy eyebrows. His fists were also clenched.

"Me? Nothing." Harry shrugged.

"YOU KISSED HER! I SAW IT!" Viktor bellowed, seizing Harry's collar.

"You are mistaken. She kissed me, not the other way around."

"And you want me to believe it?" Viktor thrust Harry with such a force that he fell onto the table, making it keel over, sending the birthday-cake onto the floor. "Don't lie to me you bastard!" by that time the landlady started screaming that they were ruining her pub.

"Viktor!" Hermione demanded. "Let him explain and let him go!"

"All right. Let's go out." Krum pointed at the door. It was snowing out there, but it didn't seem to bother the protective brother.

Harry nodded and they headed for the door. Everyone in the pub rushed to the windows to have a good view.

Mileta stepped to Hermione, wringing her hands. "Oh my… this is terrible! Viktor's going to kill Harry!"

"I hope not." Hermione whispered.

"So!" Krum shouted.

"What?" Harry asked.

"This!" Viktor replied, punching him in the face. Harry's nose started to bleed.

"That's it! Break his nose!" someone from the pub yelped.

"Hey! I didn't do anything!" Harry shouted, ducking, this time managing to avoid a slap.

"I saw what I saw!" Krum retorted, his fist whooshing in the direction of Harry's cheek, but got stopped by Harry's hand in mid-air.

"Your eyes deceived you! Told you that she kissed me!" young Potter shouted, jumping aside from another blow. "Anyway, it was a totally innocent kiss! She only kissed me because she was so happy!"

"Happy?" Viktor growled. "Happy because you were wooing her?"

"What? I wouldn't start wooing her if she was the last woman on Earth!"

Mileta gasped and clutched at her chest.

"What? How dare you decry my sister like that? Isn't she good enough for you?" Krum bellowed, this time managing to give Harry such a hit that he stumbled backwards and fell into the snow. His glasses broke, and Viktor was massaging his sore hand.

"No! I meant I wasn't in love with your sister! I have a wife, you know, and love her above all!"

"Then what were you doing here with Mileta? Don't try and tell me it wasn't a date!"

"It wasn't a date." Harry replied. "It was a birthday-party that you forgot to give her." he said with detestation.

"A birthday party?" Viktor gaped. "But her birthday isn't until May!"

Now it was Harry's turn to gape. "WHAT?"

"Her birthday is 12th May!" Krum repeated.

"But… but she said today was her birthday and everyone forgot about it… you too… she was desperate and sobbed her heart out because everyone forgot it. I only wanted to cheer her up. Honestly."

Krum's eyes narrowed as he scrutinised Harry's face, then he squinted at his sister, who was quivering in the doorframe. Suddenly he started to laugh.

Harry looked bewildered at Hermione, mouthing: do you understand this? She shook her head.

"I'm… I'm sorry, pal." Viktor stepped to Harry, pulling him up from the snow.

"What?" Harry wiped snow off his robes and re-adjusted his broken glasses.

"You've been had! This insufferable little liar here," he pointed at Mileta, "managed to deceive you. And you're not the first to fall victim to her tricks."

"Glad to hear." Harry made a wry face, casting a side-glance at Ms. Krum, who immediately diverted her eyes, blushing madly.

"But still, Harry, what was that kiss I happened to see?"

"Ask her." Harry looked at Mileta.

"So, sis?" Krum asked, his voice peremptory.

Mileta's eyes filled with tears (Harry was sure they were fake tears again), and she ran back into the inn.

"Viktor…" Harry looked at Hermione, who was still standing in the doorframe, "if we are already by accusations, what are you doing here with my sister-in-law? I only wanted to console your sister, but Hermione doesn't look like someone who needs consoling!"

* * * * *

By the time they arrived back at the inn, Mileta was nowhere to be seen. She must have fled back to the castle through the floo-network.

"So? Is it a date?" Harry asked again.

"Don't be silly, Harry." Hermione replied. "And you'd better change into something dry or you'll catch a cold."

"All right. I'm leaving." he pulled out his wallet and paid the waiter. "Sorry for the mess."

"Never mind, sir. Things like this happen once in a while." the waiter smiled, counting his tip.

Harry stepped to the fireplace to travel back to Durmstrang, but with a sudden thought he doubled back. "You'd better knock some manners into your sister. Teach her to tell the truth…" with that he turned back to the flames and said: "Durmstrang!"

* * * * *

He stumbled out of the fireplace of Mileta's room. Seeing the girl sobbing on the sofa, he sighed. *Damn, there are at least a hundred fireplaces in the castle, and I had to come through this one!*

The girl looked up as she heard his steps.

"Harry!" she hopped up and backed to the wall, trembling with fear.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Harry said and headed for the door. After having opened it, he turned back to her: "But you know, Mileta… it's no wonder that you don't have friends."

With that he walked out, oblivious to the fact that this last sentence hurt her more than a hard slap in the face.

* * * * *

"I'm truly ashamed of my sister's behaviour." Viktor growled, sitting down next to Hermione. "Of course I shouldn't be surprised, I know her, after all, but… Harry surely thinks she's an immoral little witch."

"Almost." Hermione said calmly. "Except for the last word. Harry surely would say it with 'b' as the first letter."

Krum looked at her and a small smile appeared on his face. "You'd never say that word, right, Herm-own-ninny?"

Hermione shrugged and sipped a bit of wine. "Don't worry Viktor. Harry isn't the unforgiving type. He isn't mad at you, but your sister. Anyway, he's used to be beaten up by mad brothers being protective over their little sisters."

"What do you mean?" Viktor looked highly interested.

"I meant Ron." Hermione had to smile at the memory. "You can't imagine his expression when he got to know that Harry got his little sister pregnant."

"What? They weren't married, then?" Viktor put down his glass to be able to pay better attention.

"No, how could they have been? Harry was in his seventh year, Ginny was only sixteen. Ron was murderous, of course."

"I can imagine that." Viktor nodded, amused. "Truth be told I never thought that the immaculate Mr. Potter could ever…"

"Neither did I and Ron." Hermione shrugged.

"You and Ron…" Krum's voice trailed off. "How long have you been in love with each other?"

"Since our fourth year at Hogwarts, I guess. I remember how jealous he was when I went to the Yule ball with you." she chuckled.

Viktor furrowed his brow. "At that time I thought you loved Harry."

"No. I never loved him that way. Ron is my one and only love. I can't wait to go back to him for Christmas!" she sighed with a dreamy expression, then suddenly regretted saying that, noticing the pain spreading on Krum's face.

"Anyway, really don't worry about Harry. He isn't vindictive." Hermione tried to direct the conversation to something else. "I don't think that he'll give your sister fewer points than she deserves just because of this incident. Harry is very righteous."

* * * * *

Next morning Harry was awoken by an owl tapping at the window-pane. Although he felt a bit sick, he got out of his bed, put on a dressing-gown and walked up to the window. He saw immediately, that the owl was carrying Sirius' reply. *He really answered me quick, I only wrote him yesterday.* he tapped the owl's head gratefully, thanking it for the quick delivery.

He unfolded the letter.

Dear Harry,

I understand how much you wish to be with your wife, but I suggest you wait until Christmas. No more than five weeks! By then I'm sure she'll be dying to see you, too. (Not that she isn't dying to see you now, but you know, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the longer time you are apart, the happier the reunion will be – if you get what I mean ;-)

So be patient, and remember, everything comes to him who waits.

Sirius

"Wait, always wait!" Harry sighed and dropped the letter. He wasn't feeling well. He put this down to the last evening's events and to the letter he just received. He felt dizzy and weak.

He was just about to slip back under the covers when another owl with another letter arrived.

He unfolded the letter and read:

Dear Harry,

Please, forgive me, I didn't want to get you into such an embarrassing situation. I know I'm a despicable little bitch for deceiving you with tears, but it felt so good to be consoled by you. I would like to thank you for last night – it was the most wonderful night of my life (until my brother caught us).

Love,

Mileta

"You're right, Mileta. You're really a despicable little bitch." Harry murmured, crumpling the letter and stuffing it into the pocket of his dressing gown.

He sat down on his bed, feeling not strong enough to stand. "What's happening to me?" he moaned, leaning onto the covers as a mad fit of coughing came over him. *I haven't felt this bad when Lockhart removed my bones… it's almost as bad as being near a dementor… but dementors never made me cough…* he didn't know how long he was lying there and barely heard when someone knocked on the door.

It was Hermione, who – in lack of response – let herself in.

"Harry, why haven't you come down for breakfast?" she walked up to him. "Are you all right? You look so pale."

"No, I'm not all right." he croaked, sitting up, shivering.

Hermione reached out to feel his forehead. "Holy heavens, Harry! You are burning up! Come on, get back under the covers, I'll go and get the school-nurse or doctor… or whoever they have."

She tucked him in with an extremely worried expression. "Thanks." he said with chattering teeth.

Soon the school nurse appeared with the anxious Hermione, who - for the duration of the examination - was sent out.

"What is the matter, Hermione?" McGonagall asked, as she saw her pacing before Harry's room.

"I don't exactly know, Minerva, but I think Harry's got a very bad cold. The nurse is examining him right now."

"It's no wonder. This castle is as cold as a fridge." McGonagall said.

Hermione nodded, though she didn't really think that Harry caught a cold just because the castle was cold. She was convinced that it happened the previous night when Harry's clothes got soaked in the snow. It was at least minus twenty Celsius degrees out there.

Finally the nurse exited Harry's room with a sullen expression.

"How's he?" Hermione and Minerva asked in unison.

"Not well. Pneumonia." the nurse replied.

"But he'll get well, won't he?"

"I cannot tell it for sure. Pneumonia is dangerous."

"But with some pepper-up potion you surely…" Hermione started.

"Pepper-up potion is good for a simple cold, but ineffective against pneumonia." the nurse said. "I think all we can do is wait. The crises will come in nine days. If he survives the ninth day, he'll be okay."

"Then… penicillin?" Hermione asked. "It cures pneumonia."

"Penicillin? Never heard of it." the nurse shook her head.

"Never? But it's the commonly-used medicine for pneumonia!" Hermione reasoned. "You know it, don't, you, Minerva?"

"I think I have heard of it, but it's a Muggle medicine. Not available here."

"But it's surely available in St. Petersburg, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"It must be." McGonagall nodded.

"Then I'll go and get some for Harry." Hermione said resolute and marched away.

* * * * *

Professor Tatyana Fiodrovna heard a knock on her office door and looked up to see Dennis Creevey standing before her.

"I never said come in." she perceived coldly, putting down her book. "But if you are already here, go on and tell me what you want."

"I wanted to thank you, professor. For the help. Now I know what the plant is we need to find and I also know where it is to be found, so I can prepare."

"Good." she opened her book again, indicating that she didn't want him to bother her any longer.

"Professor…"

"Yes?" she sounded a bit irritable.

"May I ask why you helped me?"

"Because I believe in fair play, Creevey."

"Fair play?" Dennis raised an eyebrow. Helping a student like this wasn't his idea of fair play.

"Exactly." Fiodrovna put down her book, sighing. "I was sure that Viktor Krum had told his sister about the first task. And for the French champion… you know professor Zvezda?"

Dennis shook his head no.

"She is the astronomy witch, the one who actually made up the first task. Yes, it was her idea. And you know, she is young and fallible… fell in love with that Guillaume Pierre Whoever. I'm positive she told him about the first task. After that you were the only one who didn't know. I thought you deserved to know. That's all."

"If I'm not being too indiscreet, how did you know about the task? Wasn't it supposed to be a secret?" Dennis kept inquiring.

"Professor Zvezda is a friend of mine. It wasn't hard to make her tell me. Actually she let it slip once, and as you know, once the toothpaste is out of the tube, it's hard to get it back in."

"Aha…" Dennis grinned. "Quite chatty, that professor Zvezda, huh?"

"Afraid so." she nodded. "People of this kind are very easily controlled…"

"By Imperius, you mean?" he blinked.

"Imperius?" she laughed shrilly. "You don't even need to use such a curse when you are facing someone with so little will-power. Pathetic, I tell you."

"Well, not everyone can be like Harry, after all." Dennis nodded.

"Like Mr. Potter? What do you mean?"

"I mean you cannot control him by Imperius. Not at all. He can fight it down." said Dennis proudly. "Cool guy, Harry."

"I don't doubt it. Quite handsome as well." Tatyana replied. "Oh well, I've got to prepare for my next lesson, so if you would only leave me alone, Mr. Creevey…"

"Well, of course, and thank you, professor." Dennis said. "I…"

"Shh!" Tatyana suddenly raised a finger to her mouth, indicating for Dennis to shut up. There were voices coming from outside the office:

"What happened Herm-own-ninny?"

"Harry's extremely ill, Viktor!" a tremulous voice replied.

"Ill?"

"Pneumonia… I guess he caught it yesterday night out in the snow… and if I can't get a certain Muggle medicine, he might die!"

"Oh, shit, it'd be my fault!"

"No, it isn't Viktor, you just wanted to defend your sister, that was natural, but… help me, Viktor! You know the Muggle part of St. Petersburg but I don't. All I know is Rasputin's fur-coat shop, but I need an apothecary now…"

"I guess I know one. Come. We won't let Harry die."

The voices faded as the speakers moved away.

Inside the office, Dennis gulped with a face as white as a sheet. "Harry… he won't die, will he, professor?"

"I hope not." the potions teacher replied ever so coolly. "A good friend of yours, isn't he?"

"Very good, professor. He… he cannot die! Not after having escaped death so many times!"

"So many times?" Tatyana looked intrigued. "I know only about his little incident with You-Know-Who when he was a baby. Is there anything else?"

"'Course there is!" Dennis nodded enthusiastically. "He escaped You-Know-Who in fourth year as well, and then two years ago… though last time it was Ginny who did it, I mean she died for him, then Harry brought her back…"

"Now wait a minute!" professor Fiodrovna cut in. "What do you mean by saying that he brought her back?"

"Harry descended into the netherworld and brought Ginny back with some mysterious torch, I don't know more." Dennis shrugged.

"Descended… into the… netherworld… and came back alive…" Tatyana muttered, mystified.

"Are you all right, professor?" Dennis asked, seeing her gone rigid, staring at the door like someone petrified.

She shuddered and looked at him. "Of course I'm all right, Mr. Creevey."

"All right, then. Thanks once more for the help." he said and walked out of the office.

*I'm more than all right, you dupe.* she smiled. *You told me the best news ever.*

* * * * *

It was already sundown when Aberforth found McGonagall nervously pacing up and down before Harry's room.

"What happened, Ms McGonagall?" he asked.

"Oh, so terrible, Aberforth!" she flung herself on him without noticing that she had called him by his given name. He instinctively gathered her into a firm embrace, patting her back.

"What, dear Minerva?"

"Harry Potter… is very ill." she lifted her eyes to meet his. Aberforth saw that she had been crying.

"What do you mean by that? What happened to him?"

"Pneumonia, Aberforth. He's got such high fever! I've been helping the nurse, trying to make it go down with cooling charms and wet pack on his forehead, but nothing was effective…"

"Pneumonia… that is really… bad." Aberforth replied. "Nasty Muggle ailment… Though I knew a wizard who managed to survive it."

"Just one?" she shrieked.

"Shh! It's okay, Harry seems to be a tough guy, he'll survive."

"I hope that Hermione and Mr. Krum manage to get that Muggle medicine called Painycilin for him…" she sniffed.

"Penicillin, you mean." the man corrected her.

"Whatever." she replied, searching her pockets for a hanky.

"Here." Aberforth handed her one.

"Thanks." she sniffed. "I couldn't stand if he died… so young, with such beautiful prospects… father of two… what if he dies?"

"He won't." Dumbledore replied, hugging her again. She didn't push him away – somehow she felt better in his arms.

"Minerva!" Hermione came running in their direction. McGonagall jumped back from Dumbledore as though she had been burnt. "Minerva, I've got the medicine!"

"Oh, wonderful!" McGonagall clapped her hands. "Thanks heaven you managed to get some!"

The two women entered the room where the nurse was just trying a new cooling charm on Harry.

"May I help with something?" Aberforth called after them.

"No." Minerva said harshly and banged the door shut behind their backs.

"Women." the old man sighed. "In one minute they come and flung themselves on you, in the next one they send you to hell… Who understands them?"

* * * * *

"Hermione…" Harry mumbled between two coughs. "Good to see you."

"Shh!" she said, sitting down next to him. "Don't speak."

"Oh, Hermione… Voldemort was here… in a shower cap... he was having a shower and singing 'I was made for loving you baby'… it was terrible…totally out of tune…" he said with a suffering expression.

"You were having hallucinations because of the fever." McGonagall said. "You are going to get a new medicine and it'll help you heal. Your fever will go down and you won't have any more hallucinations."

"I hope so." he nodded, perspiration beading on his forehead. "Water… could you…"

"Here." Hermione said, handing him a glass of water. He whispered thanks with misty eyes. His eyes weren't green, they looked rather grey at the moment.

"Ouch! What was that?" he winced.

"An injection, Harry. You'll get better soon." Hermione said. "Just sleep."

Harry was having a nightmare again – this time without Voldemort and shower caps. It was about Ginny… and Draco Malfoy. They were walking on a snow-covered plane when suddenly Malfoy disappeared out of sight. He heard screams, and splashing of water, saw Ginny desperately trying to pull Draco out of somewhere… and then he woke with a start.

"Just a nightmare, Potter… another nightmare…" he whispered to himself, panting. He had been having nightmares about Malfoy and his wife since that ominous night in the Hogwarts infirmary during their seventh year. Since then there had always been a thought nagging at the back of his mind – a feeling that he might lose his wife to Malfoy. "You are being stupid again." he squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back into the pillows. Soon he fell asleep again – or did he? He couldn't tell what was dream and what was reality in his current condition. He saw the door to his room open and a form approach his bed. The form bent over him, then sat down, taking his hand.

"It's okay, Harry." the form had black hair – that was all Harry could tell in the darkness. "You are going to be all right. You have to heal, do you hear me? I need you…" the visitor squeezed his hand. "You are still so hot. Did that Muggle medicine not help? Then I will help." The figure pointed its wand at him and muttered something in an indistinguishable language. It wasn't in Latin like all other incantations. It sounded rather like some Asian language… Hindi, maybe. "You are going to be all right now. I swear." the form bent down and kissed him on the forehead.

"Mileta?" Harry whispered after the door shut behind the visitor's back, but he knew it wasn't Mileta.

A/N2: There, you got the Voldemort dream you wanted so much in TGSoHH! Sorry that I didn't go into details, but it would have been way too silly.

You might wonder why Krum didn't curse Harry right away – I only thought that a fist-fight would be better.

I know that normally pneumonia doesn't develop so quickly, but I assumed that after being soaked in minus twenty Celsius degrees, Harry had to get sick quickly – and you know, there was no time to make him slowly get ill, since it would only have made the story be even slower, and no one wants that. Of course nowadays pneumonia is a curable disease (while my great-grandpa died in it), but only with penicillin, and I decided that wizards didn't have that medicine.

I don't know whether wizards have injections, but I thought that it was the easiest way to give Harry his does of penicillin.

Next chapter: the first task (and only one more after that, and Harry'll go back to his family!)

Oh, imagine, the Hungarian HP forum I'm often visiting has started a role playing game. I have chosen a female role that I felt 'close' to myself – you can guess who it is (you seem to like guessing, so go ahead!) In next chap I'll tell you whose role I'll be playing, if you're interested.