Title: Just 1 Little Change...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, ok?! It's all JK's invention. I'm just borrowing them for this little story of mine. No money is being made by me, ok?!
A/N I'm sorry this took so long to get out. I meant to finish it in a weekend but unfortunately I couldn't then school started so I haven't had time to write at all. Oh well, its only a week later than it should be!
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Harry slammed his fists against the door, willing them open with all his might and cursing himself for not running fast enough. Harry started to slip into surrender, knowing that he had very little chance of escape now. Still Harry's stubborn determination to live kept him going. He forced himself to think logically. Quirrell and Voldemort were still here, he needed to keep a level head. He could still get out of this. There was another door, right behind Quirrell. 'I'm not dead yet.' Harry firmly told himself. Quickly he turned around to face Quirrell again, his face showing no fear.
Quirrell was still grasping his arm where Harry had touched him. Why?! All he had done was push his wand hand down, but Quirrell was whimpering and groaning.
Harry moved a little closer, partly to look at his arm and partly to get closer to the door. Suddenly Voldemort's voice came again, no fake kindness in it now
"Damn your arm Quirrell! The boy! He's still alive and well, kill him!"
Quirrell whimpered once more, but obediently let go of his arm and raised his wand again. Harry dodged out of the way with sudden reflexes he didn't even know he had. A green light shot out of Quirrell's wand, smashing into the old table behind Harry and utterly destroying it. Harry gasped, sudden fear rising unbidden into his heart. Still Harry stubbornly pushed it down and faced Quirrell again. Quirrell stood three feet in front of Harry, his wand pointed at Harry's heart.
"Goodbye Harry." Quirrell said quietly.
Harry ran at Quirrell with all his strength and grabbed his arm viciously, meaning to twist it as hard as he could, but as soon as Harry touched Quirrell, Quirrell screamed and tried to get loose. This time though, Quirrell wasn't the only one screaming, so was Harry.
His scar, which had been aching the whole time, suddenly exploded in pain so great, it almost surpassed the cruciatus curse. Harry let go in surprise and his scar stopped throbbing, only leaving a dull ache.
Harry looked at Quirrell's arm where he had grasped it and saw a horrible burn. His skin was black and some raw flesh was showing. Harry quickly looked away.
"Kill him."
Came Voldemort's voice again.
"Quick, kill him!"
Harry made a quick decision. As much as it hurt, he had to hold on to Quirrell. It was the only way he could possibly win. The only way he could harm him. Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm desperately, trying vainly to ignore the pain and agony, only one thought going through his mind, hold on! Finally Harry fell into semi-consciousness. His mind moving in and out of reality, only catching small things. It felt as if only a part of him was on the ground in pain, the other part was hovering, watching, as if it was a movie and he was both the audience and the actor.
Quirrell was screaming in pain...
"Kill him!"...
Harry's head exploding in pain...
His hand starting to slip...
Quirrell's face burned, black...
Screaming in horrible pain...
Have to hold on...
Pain...
Blackness...
Hold on!...
Harry struggled to hold onto consciousness and finally drifted into a nightmarish world, a small part of him still trying to hold on to Quirrell.
The Dursleys were there again...
They hit him...
Blackness...
Hold on!...
Harry sank slowly to his knees, the pain totally engulfing him. Suddenly he heard a horrible thump and Harry's hands slipped and the pain in his head slowly deadened into a dull throb. Finally after laying unconscious for about 20 minutes, Harry came to. Harry lifted his head, looking around him slowly, trying not to move his head too fast. He saw Quirrell laying on the ground, unconscious. He had obviously fallen from the pain and hit his head. Harry looked around some more, trying to find some escape. Finally he saw it, the door that he had been trying to get to. The door that had been behind Quirrell. He tried slowly to rise to his feet, but found he was only able to lean on his arms for a second before they completely gave out. Slowly he tried again to get up and again he failed. Almost crying in frustration Harry lay there, looking listlessly at the door. His escape was right in front of him and he didn't have the strength to reach it! Finally Harry's determination broke. He lay there, staring listlessly at the door, not even trying to move. It was over. He was going to die. Now all he had to do was wait for Quirrell to wake up. Who even cared anyway? Harry's thoughts got more and more depressing and he started even to look forward to death
Then suddenly the door opened. Harry looked at it surprised. This wasn't supposed to Happen, he was going to die soon! Why was the door opening? Harry squinted at the light from the doorway but didn't even try to get up, it was no use anyway. He was going to die, he couldn't even sit up for gosh sakes! Then Harry saw someone standing there. Who? He couldn't tell, but whoever it was, they were moving towards him fast.
'Maybe its another one of Voldemort's people and I'll get to die faster than I thought.' Harry thought sullenly, with absolutely no fear or sadness.
But it was not a death Eater, as Harry thought. In fact it was someone quite different.
"Mrs. Bradshaw?" Harry asked questioningly, a little hope back in his voice.
"How did you get in here? Surely they blocked you from going in?"
"Oh yes, I believe they did Harry, but you were screaming you see, so I came to see what the matter was."
"What in the world happened to poor Quirrell back there? He looked awfully burnt. And you look absolutely exhausted and strained!"
"Quirrell, got burned. By me." Harry answered, his voice expressionless. "He is in league with Voldemort, in fact Voldemort's on-.", Harry was about to say "On the back of Quirrell's head", but seeing how stupid that would sound he said, "Here also. He is about to kill me with Quirrell's help, but I knocked them both out for now."
Mrs. Bradshaw was about to ask a million more questions but Harry cut her off and continued talking
"I have no strength to move right now, and I'm fairly certain I broke my leg, so I cant get out. You could carry me but considering I'm taller and much heavier than you there isn't any point. So why don't you just leave right now, I don't really mind dying anyway. In fact I'm rather looking forward to seeing my family right now, so if you would please LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Harry had been talking so fast and dull, Mrs. Bradshaw could hardly catch what he was saying.
"I'm going to get Dumbledore Harry. Try to stay alive, if only for my sake. PLEASE?!"
Realizing he was in an extremely depressed mood Mrs. Bradshaw left it at that and left the shack quickly, having an idea herself of how to contact Dumbledore. She had sat outside for nearly an hour staring at Harry's owl after all, so the idea of sending it with a note to Dumbledore wasn't that hard to think up. Quickly she rummaged through Harry's school supplies until she found a quill and parchment. Hastily she scribbled a note to Dumbledore, telling him the little she knew about the situation, then rolled it up and approached Harry's new bird. The snowy owl looked at her suspiciously but stuck out her leg and allowed the letter to be tied on. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at it, unsure what to do next. The bird seemed to be waiting for directions, or something. She looked at it nervously and said,
"Er, find Dumbledore. Fast? Harry's in trouble"
To Mrs. Bradshaw's amazement the bird took off quickly and started flying. Having sent the bird, Mrs. Bradshaw stood there very awkwardly, having no idea what she should do next. Harry, her only kid was inside that shack, possibly dead now, with the most powerful wizard on earth. Should she go in again and risk getting killed also? But what help would she be to Harry anyway. She knew absolutely no magic and wasn't even a wizard. 'No' she finally decided after much thought. 'Even though I want to help, I will only make it worse. Better stay out here.'
Harry lay on the ground, his mind finally functioning more normally again. Though he was still a little depressed, Harry at least had some hope now. He still could survive. All he had to do was hope Mrs. Bradshaw found someone to help and stay alive till they came. If they came.
Quirrell woke up slowly, groaning and clutching his burned head. Still he obviously had a lot more strength left than Harry. He sat up slowly and looked around. The first thing he saw was Harry, laying on the ground, seemingly still unconscious.
'Good' Thought Quirrell. 'If Harry is still unconscious I have nothing to worry about. He cant hurt me or escape. I would kill him right now, but I don't exactly know where my wand is. I must have dropped it.'
Harry lay on the dusty floor, not moving, trying to seem unconscious.
'I have to get somewhere out of the way. Quirrell is up and may shoot a spell at me in any moment. I have to get behind something! Or touch Quirrell again, but I really don't think I could go through that kind of agony again. Anyway, I don't want to touch those burns!' Harry mussed and began looking for something near by he could hide under to shield him from spells. The nearest thing was a dirty pillar, cracked with paint standing about a yard away. Looking over at Quirrell to make sure he wasn't looking Harry slid slowly towards the pillar, every movement causing him much agony. Finally, after about 4 minutes of sliding Harry made it to the pillar. Leaning against it Harry tried to catch his breath, almost to tired to wipe the hair from his eyes. But at least this way he could sit up and was somewhat protected.
"Quirrell, wake up you idiot! The boy, where's the boy?!" Voldemort's voice suddenly echoed through the shack.
Quirrell sat up suddenly, looking around him wildly. Then looking at the place where Harry had been lying. There was a clean strip of ground going straight to the pillar.
"Don't worry milord, he's hiding behind the pillar."
"Good!" Voldemort snapped back.
"Now kill him"
'Come on Mrs. Bradshaw! Find someone, quickly!' Harry silently pleaded.
Quirrell moved slowly to the pillar, his burned knees clearly hurting him. Still, despite the pain, Quirrell had a sneer going from ear to ear.
"You may have delayed your death Harry, but in the end power always wins. Remember that. Not that you will be able to remember things much longer, but..."
Slowly Harry reached towards Quirrell, trying to make himself touch his arm. But his whole brain protested, knowing that horrible pain would come from it. He just couldn't do it. This was the end.
Then suddenly the door directly in front of Harry flew open and a tall wizard rushed in, took one look at the situation, and quickly stunned Quirrell. Quirrell fell to the ground, cracking his head resoundly on the ground for a second time. The wizard looked at him furiously for a second, then ran quickly up to Harry. It was Dumbledore!
"Harry, are you hurt? What happened?" Harry looked at Dumbledore, his mind completely snapped. He suddenly felt totally exhausted.
"I-I almost died. He was going to kill me. Voldemort. I touched him and he burned. But it hurt, I let go! I couldn't hold on any more, I had to let go!"
At this Harry, went hysterical, crying softly and muttering, "I let go. It hurt. I let go"
Dumbledore looked at Harry, alarmed. He took Harry firmly by the shoulders and said in a soft yet stern voice.
"Harry, it is clear that something awful happened here. We must get you to a nurse. Quickly. Can you walk Harry?"
Harry looked at Dumbledore and tried slowly to stand up. He grabbed onto Dumbledore's hand and tried to stand on his feet. But he couldn't. He could barely even bend his knees without screaming.
Dumbledore immediately looked more concerned and summoned a stretcher.
"Here Harry, I need you to lay on this. You will have to try and get into it first though. Do you think you can do that with my help?" Dumbledore spoke softly, as to a little child.
Harry nodded slowly and tried again to stand up, this time with Dumbledore pulling him. Finally Harry got more or less onto his feet and managed to get onto the stretcher.
Dumbledore conjured chains for Quirrell, then waved his wand quickly and the stretcher followed along behind him. Outside they met a very worried Mrs. Bradshaw who rushed immediately to Harry's side. Harry smiled weakly at her, but didn't really have the strength to do much more. They walked for about 3 minutes this way, Dumbledore in the lead, followed by Harry's stretcher and Mrs. Bradshaw at its side. Finally they reached a little store called Iggy's Amazing Ice Cream, and quickly went inside. Once inside Dumbledore walked quickly up to the cash register and started talking quietly to a fat little man standing there. After about a minute of talking the man walked up to Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw with a kind smile on his face.
"Hi Harry. I understand you are badly hurt. I have a portal in the back that will take you, Dumbledore, and Mrs. Bradshaw right outside of Hogwarts. The only thing you have to do is keep hold of Dumbledore's hand. Do you think you can do that Harry?"
Harry looked at the man and nodded weakly.
"Good. Now Mrs. Bradshaw. When we step into the portal, grab onto Harry's arm and don't let go."
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded quickly and followed Dumbledore and the fat man into the back of the shop. They stopped in front of what appeared to be a solid wall. But by now Mrs. Bradshaw knew that things often appeared to be what they weren't in the wizarding world.
Dumbledore silently took Harry's hand and Mrs. Bradshaw took the other. Slowly they walked up to the wall, then stepped through.
As Harry passed through the wall, his whole body seemed to asleep at the same time. Then suddenly his arm convulsed and he had to try with all his might in his weakened state to hold onto Dumbledore and Mrs. Bradshaw's arms.
Suddenly everything stopped. Harry looked around and saw he was standing right outside gates that clearly said Hogwarts. That was the last thing he saw however because he had absolutely no more strength left. Harry collapsed on his stretcher and fell into a deep, deep sleep...
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A/N Ok, so another chapter finished. I hope you liked this one. Thank you so much for so many reviews! I totally got back into this story now. Sorry for threatening to stop writing, I was feeling really depressed, but its gone for now. I'm especially happy because I am on somebody's favorites! That totally made my day! YEAH! Ok. Sorry. I was going to write notes to everyone who reviewed since chapter 5, but it will have to be chapter 10, I am too tired to write anymore now. READ AND REVIEW!!!!! Please?!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, ok?! It's all JK's invention. I'm just borrowing them for this little story of mine. No money is being made by me, ok?!
A/N I'm sorry this took so long to get out. I meant to finish it in a weekend but unfortunately I couldn't then school started so I haven't had time to write at all. Oh well, its only a week later than it should be!
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Harry slammed his fists against the door, willing them open with all his might and cursing himself for not running fast enough. Harry started to slip into surrender, knowing that he had very little chance of escape now. Still Harry's stubborn determination to live kept him going. He forced himself to think logically. Quirrell and Voldemort were still here, he needed to keep a level head. He could still get out of this. There was another door, right behind Quirrell. 'I'm not dead yet.' Harry firmly told himself. Quickly he turned around to face Quirrell again, his face showing no fear.
Quirrell was still grasping his arm where Harry had touched him. Why?! All he had done was push his wand hand down, but Quirrell was whimpering and groaning.
Harry moved a little closer, partly to look at his arm and partly to get closer to the door. Suddenly Voldemort's voice came again, no fake kindness in it now
"Damn your arm Quirrell! The boy! He's still alive and well, kill him!"
Quirrell whimpered once more, but obediently let go of his arm and raised his wand again. Harry dodged out of the way with sudden reflexes he didn't even know he had. A green light shot out of Quirrell's wand, smashing into the old table behind Harry and utterly destroying it. Harry gasped, sudden fear rising unbidden into his heart. Still Harry stubbornly pushed it down and faced Quirrell again. Quirrell stood three feet in front of Harry, his wand pointed at Harry's heart.
"Goodbye Harry." Quirrell said quietly.
Harry ran at Quirrell with all his strength and grabbed his arm viciously, meaning to twist it as hard as he could, but as soon as Harry touched Quirrell, Quirrell screamed and tried to get loose. This time though, Quirrell wasn't the only one screaming, so was Harry.
His scar, which had been aching the whole time, suddenly exploded in pain so great, it almost surpassed the cruciatus curse. Harry let go in surprise and his scar stopped throbbing, only leaving a dull ache.
Harry looked at Quirrell's arm where he had grasped it and saw a horrible burn. His skin was black and some raw flesh was showing. Harry quickly looked away.
"Kill him."
Came Voldemort's voice again.
"Quick, kill him!"
Harry made a quick decision. As much as it hurt, he had to hold on to Quirrell. It was the only way he could possibly win. The only way he could harm him. Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm desperately, trying vainly to ignore the pain and agony, only one thought going through his mind, hold on! Finally Harry fell into semi-consciousness. His mind moving in and out of reality, only catching small things. It felt as if only a part of him was on the ground in pain, the other part was hovering, watching, as if it was a movie and he was both the audience and the actor.
Quirrell was screaming in pain...
"Kill him!"...
Harry's head exploding in pain...
His hand starting to slip...
Quirrell's face burned, black...
Screaming in horrible pain...
Have to hold on...
Pain...
Blackness...
Hold on!...
Harry struggled to hold onto consciousness and finally drifted into a nightmarish world, a small part of him still trying to hold on to Quirrell.
The Dursleys were there again...
They hit him...
Blackness...
Hold on!...
Harry sank slowly to his knees, the pain totally engulfing him. Suddenly he heard a horrible thump and Harry's hands slipped and the pain in his head slowly deadened into a dull throb. Finally after laying unconscious for about 20 minutes, Harry came to. Harry lifted his head, looking around him slowly, trying not to move his head too fast. He saw Quirrell laying on the ground, unconscious. He had obviously fallen from the pain and hit his head. Harry looked around some more, trying to find some escape. Finally he saw it, the door that he had been trying to get to. The door that had been behind Quirrell. He tried slowly to rise to his feet, but found he was only able to lean on his arms for a second before they completely gave out. Slowly he tried again to get up and again he failed. Almost crying in frustration Harry lay there, looking listlessly at the door. His escape was right in front of him and he didn't have the strength to reach it! Finally Harry's determination broke. He lay there, staring listlessly at the door, not even trying to move. It was over. He was going to die. Now all he had to do was wait for Quirrell to wake up. Who even cared anyway? Harry's thoughts got more and more depressing and he started even to look forward to death
Then suddenly the door opened. Harry looked at it surprised. This wasn't supposed to Happen, he was going to die soon! Why was the door opening? Harry squinted at the light from the doorway but didn't even try to get up, it was no use anyway. He was going to die, he couldn't even sit up for gosh sakes! Then Harry saw someone standing there. Who? He couldn't tell, but whoever it was, they were moving towards him fast.
'Maybe its another one of Voldemort's people and I'll get to die faster than I thought.' Harry thought sullenly, with absolutely no fear or sadness.
But it was not a death Eater, as Harry thought. In fact it was someone quite different.
"Mrs. Bradshaw?" Harry asked questioningly, a little hope back in his voice.
"How did you get in here? Surely they blocked you from going in?"
"Oh yes, I believe they did Harry, but you were screaming you see, so I came to see what the matter was."
"What in the world happened to poor Quirrell back there? He looked awfully burnt. And you look absolutely exhausted and strained!"
"Quirrell, got burned. By me." Harry answered, his voice expressionless. "He is in league with Voldemort, in fact Voldemort's on-.", Harry was about to say "On the back of Quirrell's head", but seeing how stupid that would sound he said, "Here also. He is about to kill me with Quirrell's help, but I knocked them both out for now."
Mrs. Bradshaw was about to ask a million more questions but Harry cut her off and continued talking
"I have no strength to move right now, and I'm fairly certain I broke my leg, so I cant get out. You could carry me but considering I'm taller and much heavier than you there isn't any point. So why don't you just leave right now, I don't really mind dying anyway. In fact I'm rather looking forward to seeing my family right now, so if you would please LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Harry had been talking so fast and dull, Mrs. Bradshaw could hardly catch what he was saying.
"I'm going to get Dumbledore Harry. Try to stay alive, if only for my sake. PLEASE?!"
Realizing he was in an extremely depressed mood Mrs. Bradshaw left it at that and left the shack quickly, having an idea herself of how to contact Dumbledore. She had sat outside for nearly an hour staring at Harry's owl after all, so the idea of sending it with a note to Dumbledore wasn't that hard to think up. Quickly she rummaged through Harry's school supplies until she found a quill and parchment. Hastily she scribbled a note to Dumbledore, telling him the little she knew about the situation, then rolled it up and approached Harry's new bird. The snowy owl looked at her suspiciously but stuck out her leg and allowed the letter to be tied on. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at it, unsure what to do next. The bird seemed to be waiting for directions, or something. She looked at it nervously and said,
"Er, find Dumbledore. Fast? Harry's in trouble"
To Mrs. Bradshaw's amazement the bird took off quickly and started flying. Having sent the bird, Mrs. Bradshaw stood there very awkwardly, having no idea what she should do next. Harry, her only kid was inside that shack, possibly dead now, with the most powerful wizard on earth. Should she go in again and risk getting killed also? But what help would she be to Harry anyway. She knew absolutely no magic and wasn't even a wizard. 'No' she finally decided after much thought. 'Even though I want to help, I will only make it worse. Better stay out here.'
Harry lay on the ground, his mind finally functioning more normally again. Though he was still a little depressed, Harry at least had some hope now. He still could survive. All he had to do was hope Mrs. Bradshaw found someone to help and stay alive till they came. If they came.
Quirrell woke up slowly, groaning and clutching his burned head. Still he obviously had a lot more strength left than Harry. He sat up slowly and looked around. The first thing he saw was Harry, laying on the ground, seemingly still unconscious.
'Good' Thought Quirrell. 'If Harry is still unconscious I have nothing to worry about. He cant hurt me or escape. I would kill him right now, but I don't exactly know where my wand is. I must have dropped it.'
Harry lay on the dusty floor, not moving, trying to seem unconscious.
'I have to get somewhere out of the way. Quirrell is up and may shoot a spell at me in any moment. I have to get behind something! Or touch Quirrell again, but I really don't think I could go through that kind of agony again. Anyway, I don't want to touch those burns!' Harry mussed and began looking for something near by he could hide under to shield him from spells. The nearest thing was a dirty pillar, cracked with paint standing about a yard away. Looking over at Quirrell to make sure he wasn't looking Harry slid slowly towards the pillar, every movement causing him much agony. Finally, after about 4 minutes of sliding Harry made it to the pillar. Leaning against it Harry tried to catch his breath, almost to tired to wipe the hair from his eyes. But at least this way he could sit up and was somewhat protected.
"Quirrell, wake up you idiot! The boy, where's the boy?!" Voldemort's voice suddenly echoed through the shack.
Quirrell sat up suddenly, looking around him wildly. Then looking at the place where Harry had been lying. There was a clean strip of ground going straight to the pillar.
"Don't worry milord, he's hiding behind the pillar."
"Good!" Voldemort snapped back.
"Now kill him"
'Come on Mrs. Bradshaw! Find someone, quickly!' Harry silently pleaded.
Quirrell moved slowly to the pillar, his burned knees clearly hurting him. Still, despite the pain, Quirrell had a sneer going from ear to ear.
"You may have delayed your death Harry, but in the end power always wins. Remember that. Not that you will be able to remember things much longer, but..."
Slowly Harry reached towards Quirrell, trying to make himself touch his arm. But his whole brain protested, knowing that horrible pain would come from it. He just couldn't do it. This was the end.
Then suddenly the door directly in front of Harry flew open and a tall wizard rushed in, took one look at the situation, and quickly stunned Quirrell. Quirrell fell to the ground, cracking his head resoundly on the ground for a second time. The wizard looked at him furiously for a second, then ran quickly up to Harry. It was Dumbledore!
"Harry, are you hurt? What happened?" Harry looked at Dumbledore, his mind completely snapped. He suddenly felt totally exhausted.
"I-I almost died. He was going to kill me. Voldemort. I touched him and he burned. But it hurt, I let go! I couldn't hold on any more, I had to let go!"
At this Harry, went hysterical, crying softly and muttering, "I let go. It hurt. I let go"
Dumbledore looked at Harry, alarmed. He took Harry firmly by the shoulders and said in a soft yet stern voice.
"Harry, it is clear that something awful happened here. We must get you to a nurse. Quickly. Can you walk Harry?"
Harry looked at Dumbledore and tried slowly to stand up. He grabbed onto Dumbledore's hand and tried to stand on his feet. But he couldn't. He could barely even bend his knees without screaming.
Dumbledore immediately looked more concerned and summoned a stretcher.
"Here Harry, I need you to lay on this. You will have to try and get into it first though. Do you think you can do that with my help?" Dumbledore spoke softly, as to a little child.
Harry nodded slowly and tried again to stand up, this time with Dumbledore pulling him. Finally Harry got more or less onto his feet and managed to get onto the stretcher.
Dumbledore conjured chains for Quirrell, then waved his wand quickly and the stretcher followed along behind him. Outside they met a very worried Mrs. Bradshaw who rushed immediately to Harry's side. Harry smiled weakly at her, but didn't really have the strength to do much more. They walked for about 3 minutes this way, Dumbledore in the lead, followed by Harry's stretcher and Mrs. Bradshaw at its side. Finally they reached a little store called Iggy's Amazing Ice Cream, and quickly went inside. Once inside Dumbledore walked quickly up to the cash register and started talking quietly to a fat little man standing there. After about a minute of talking the man walked up to Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw with a kind smile on his face.
"Hi Harry. I understand you are badly hurt. I have a portal in the back that will take you, Dumbledore, and Mrs. Bradshaw right outside of Hogwarts. The only thing you have to do is keep hold of Dumbledore's hand. Do you think you can do that Harry?"
Harry looked at the man and nodded weakly.
"Good. Now Mrs. Bradshaw. When we step into the portal, grab onto Harry's arm and don't let go."
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded quickly and followed Dumbledore and the fat man into the back of the shop. They stopped in front of what appeared to be a solid wall. But by now Mrs. Bradshaw knew that things often appeared to be what they weren't in the wizarding world.
Dumbledore silently took Harry's hand and Mrs. Bradshaw took the other. Slowly they walked up to the wall, then stepped through.
As Harry passed through the wall, his whole body seemed to asleep at the same time. Then suddenly his arm convulsed and he had to try with all his might in his weakened state to hold onto Dumbledore and Mrs. Bradshaw's arms.
Suddenly everything stopped. Harry looked around and saw he was standing right outside gates that clearly said Hogwarts. That was the last thing he saw however because he had absolutely no more strength left. Harry collapsed on his stretcher and fell into a deep, deep sleep...
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A/N Ok, so another chapter finished. I hope you liked this one. Thank you so much for so many reviews! I totally got back into this story now. Sorry for threatening to stop writing, I was feeling really depressed, but its gone for now. I'm especially happy because I am on somebody's favorites! That totally made my day! YEAH! Ok. Sorry. I was going to write notes to everyone who reviewed since chapter 5, but it will have to be chapter 10, I am too tired to write anymore now. READ AND REVIEW!!!!! Please?!