A/N: Sheesh! Sometimes I think you guys are too nice but I'm not going to
complain about that! I enjoy reading nice reviews! Oh and Saavik you're
right. Harry is lucky that bludger didn't break his spine, I couldn't
resist having something else happen but finally be quidditch related! Oh
and you didn't miss that match because since Harry was turned back into a
little kid they had to reschedule the match to accommodate Harry growing up
again and having tryouts and training the new teammembers. And Mikee, you
can count on Draco witnessing something happen to Harry. I have been sick
lately so I'm in the mood to make Harry get sick again because if I'm
miserable I'm going to make my charries miserable ;-). It won't be too
bad, but I don't know yet, I'll just have to see what my demented little
brain comes up with! I couldn't write a lot over break because I had almost
no access to a comp and my 3 year old neice and 6 year old nephew wanted
nothing more to play with 'Aunt Laura' so I couldn't help but comply since
I only see those kids 1-2 times a year tops, if I'm lucky. I hate being in
school all the time and can't get to see them very often because I'm
missing a lot of their childhoods. but those kids are my life and world
until I have some of my own. but here's the next chapter and I hope it
doesn't suck too much Yadda yadda yadda. ENJOY!!!!!
Chapter 33
The weeks before Christmas holidays flew by in a whirlwind of quidditch practices and studying for Harry and Draco. True to the rumor going around Gryffindor Tower, everybody was going home for the holidays. Surprisingly there were very few students in general staying this year. Harry had a feeling that because of the final battle that students really wanted to go home and be with their families or just get away in general.
The 3 days before break Hogwarts got its first snow and the grounds were completely covered in the white stuff. Harry had been out late that night for quidditch practice and was completely soaked and shivering from getting snowed on and the wind blowing.
Harry made his way to Gryffindor Tower, shivering and sneezing. He knew that he would get sick easier from being asthmatic. He also knew that he got sick twice as easier and would take almost twice as long and it would be twice as bad as a normal person would because his immune system was pretty weak from the infection and medication that he was on.
Harry let himself into his room and shrugged out of his quidditch robes and put on a thermal underwear shirt then a long sleeved shirt, a sweater then thermal underwear pants then the thickest pair of pajama pants that he had since he was feeling very chilled.
Leaving his homework on his desk since he didn't have any that needed done in the immediate time being, Harry climbed into bed and snuggled down beneath his blankets still feeling cold. He really hoped that he wasn't getting sick but couldn't dwell on it. Before he even realized that he hadn't taken his nightmare potion, or the fact that he had run out again, Harry was fast asleep.
Down in the dungeons, Severus was just finishing up another batch of Harry's potion. It amazed him just how often Harry forgot that he ran out. He finished bottling the potion and made his way up to Gryffindor Tower.
He entered the prefects area and was met with silence. He entered Harry's room and saw Harry asleep in his bed. He was glad to see that the boy wasn't screaming but frowned when he saw the flush slightly tinting the boy's cheeks.
He crossed the room and set the bottle containing the potion on his bedside table and softly laid his hand on Harry's forehead and frowned at the slight temperature. He then noted Harry's layering and really hoped that the boy wasn't coming down with something. He knew that Harry had had quidditch practice that evening and looked out the window at the raging snow storm.
He shook his head and poured a gobletfull of the potion and rubbed Harry's slightly fevered cheek trying to wake the boy up. Slowly Harry's slightly glazed over green eyes opened and met his father's and he said,
"I guess I forgot to come get more potion from you."
Harry sniffed, sneezed then sniffed again and his father said,
"Yes, you did forget. I hope you're not getting sick right before the holidays."
Harry sniffed again and said,
"I hope I'm not either but I think it's inevitable."
Harry dissolved into a fit of very harsh coughing. After he was done he wordlessly took the goblet of his father's potion and downed it and was almost instantly asleep.
Severus brought over Harry's armchair, sat it besides Harry's bed and sat down in it intending to stay to make sure Harry was okay through the night.
Harry woke up several times that night either coughing or sneezing or just because he felt too hot or too cold. Every time Harry woke up Severus was there. Severus had run down to his lab at around 1am and grabbed a bunch of potions to help Harry. Because of that Harry wasn't doing so badly the next morning though he still felt pretty bad.
Since there was only 2 days left of the semester Harry decided to wait it out and then rest as much as possible during the holiday.
Severus left to go back to his rooms to get ready and Harry got ready for the day. Harry met up with Ron and Hermione in the hallway and Ginny in the common room and the 4 made their way down to the Great Hall.
They all ate a hasty breakfast and Ginny and the Trio parted to go to class. The trio went to classes that day in a blur since the students and the teachers were kind of not in the mood or frame of mind to teach or learn for that matter.
The last official day of the term came and went in a blur and Harry was feeling a little worse than he was earlier that week. His chest had started to feel slightly tight but his inhaler wasn't doing anything. He asked Lei about it and she said that she'd had some problems like that before but a treatment wouldn't do anything because it wasn't asthma related, it was just an infection in his lungs that made it more difficult for him to breathe.
Harry woke up the first day of break feeling horrible. He was sure that he had never felt so bad. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was about 5 minutes until lunch started. Harry knew that there was no way that he would make it there and that if he didn't come that surely his father would come up since he was still anal about Harry's eating habits saying that the boy was still too skinny.
Harry fell back against his pillows, groaned and dissolved into a fit of coughing and wheezed for a moment then regained the control of his breathing. Or as much as he could, given his current condition.
Harry closed his eyes and he wasn't sure how much time had lapsed but he felt his father's long, cool and slender fingers brush across his fevered forehead. Harry wearily opened his eyes and met his father's, sniffled and said in a croaky voice with a slight smile on his lips,
"Hey dad."
Severus couldn't help but grin at Harry and said,
"Hello Harry. I take it you're not feeling any better."
Harry quirked a weak smile and said,
"Your take would be correct. Can we head down to your rooms now?"
"Sure Harry. Have you got everything you want to bring with you?"
Harry nodded and pointed over to a smaller trunk that was by the door. Severus walked over to the trunk, shrunk and pocketed it then walked back over to Harry's bed and helped the boy stand up then made their way down to Severus' rooms.
Draco was already sitting out in the main chamber reading when he saw his godfather and Harry come through the portrait hole. He had noticed that Harry wasn't looking too good over the last couple of days but now that he saw him up close he realized just how bad he looked. He followed silent behind the two of them.
Severus and Harry made their way to Harry's bedchamber where Severus unshrunk Harry's trunk and settled the boy into bed while Draco watched from the doorway. Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Severus and Draco settled back down in the main chamber and Draco said,
"Sev, what's wrong with Harry?"
"He's been sick since wednesday night from having quidditch practice out when that snow storm hit. Typical that he would want to train in that weather, just to be prepared." Severus said with a slight snort after the last statement.
Draco snorted and said,
"How bad is it?"
"Well hopefully it hasn't taken too strong a hold yet. Harry gets sick twice as easily, is affected by it twice as badly and stays sick for twice as long as a person with a normal immune system would."
Draco slightly paled and said,
"How bad would it be if it's taken a strong hold?"
"Worse comes to worse it could cause him to have a bad attack and have to be put up in the hospital wing and go back on oxygen supply." Severus replied
"I never knew that Asthma was so bad." Draco said.
"It is. Usually it's not a problem if the person is careful and watchful. Which Harry usually is. But he's a lot more prone to illnesses. He wants to maintain a normal lifestyle and that includes carrying on as he usually would as if nothing was wrong."
Draco nodded and said,
"How long will you wait until you take him to Madame Pomfrey?"
"Well I have just as much medical training as Madame Pomfrey, for obvious reasons. So there's not much I can't handle. But only if Harry has an attack will I bring him there because I don't have the equipment to deal with it and no spell can stop an attack." Severus responded
Draco nodded and no sooner had Severus finished his statement than very harsh, rough and hacking coughs were heard from Harry's bedchamber. Severus stood up and walked into the boy's chamber and conjured a glass of water and helped Harry sit up and sip it.
He eased the boy back against his pillows and tucked back in the shivering boy. He walked into his store room and grabbed a fever reducer and cough supressing potion and brought it back to Harry who drank both right down and fell back asleep.
Severus walked to his bathroom and got out a wristband like Harry had during the summer and walked back to his chamber and put the band on Harry's wrist and read the reading that came up. Satisfied, Severus returned to the main chamber and sat back down in his chair. Draco looked up from his book and said,
"Everything okay?"
Severus nodded and said,
"For now. Hopefully."
The two lapsed into silence and the afternoon was whiled away with Severus periodically checking on Harry. When dinnertime rolled around Draco left to go eat in the Great Hall and to give a message to the Headmaster while Severus stayed with Harry and got the boy to eat.
The cough supressing potion had worn off by 5 but Harry couldn't take it again until 8 o' clock, which posed a problem because the coughs were getting worse and making it more difficult for the boy to breathe and get all of the air absorbed.
Severus knew that there was a possibility of Harry having the problem that he had told Draco earlier, but part of him didn't want to admit it.
Draco returned from dinner with Dumbledore right behind him. They entered the quarters to hear the worst cough they'd ever heard in their lives and wheezing and shuddering breaths after the fit was over. Draco sat down on the couch and Dumbledore went into Harry's bedchambers and said,
"Well it doesn't sound as if Harry's doing much better."
Severus looked at his son's sleeping slightly flushed face and said,
"No Albus he's not. He can't take the potion again for another 2 hours. The infection has really taken a strong hold of his lungs and I'm really running out of options."
Dumbledore sighed and said,
"Well Severus then you should probably take him to see Poppy since a lot can happen in 2 hours and that way he'll be around the equipment that he'll need if he does have a problem."
Severus sighed and nodded and thought to himself that he knew that this would happen. Trying not to wake Harry, Severus picked up the boy and he walked out of the chamber and room and silently made their way up to the hospital wing with Draco trailing silently behind him.
Despite what most people believed, Draco did care about what happened to Harry. It was dangerous to get the boy angry because he was a very powerful wizard and knew a lot of hexes and curses because of all of the training he had done for the battle.
Draco couldn't understand it but he had come to care about Harry like a person would care about a sibling. Since Draco had no brothers or sisters since his father had had his Heir on the first try his parents stopped having children.
He also knew that Harry had no siblings of course and his cousin clearly didn't count because he caused as much damage to Harry as his father had. From the way that he saw Harry interract with Weasley and Granger he could tell that he cared for the two of them like they were his surrogate brother and sister and they cared for Harry in the same way too.
The group walked into the silent hospital wing and Severus laid Harry down on a bed as Dumbledore went to get Madame Pomfrey. The nurse came out of her office and walked over to her supplies cabinet and drew out a few things and brought them over to Harry, who was still asleep.
She put the clip on Harry's finger to check his current level. She frowned when the reading came up and said,
"Well his level is pretty low right now. How long has he been sick?"
"Since late wednesday night. I saw him on thursday and friday and he didn't seem to be any worse than he was that first night and he really wasn't that bad then." Severus responded
"Well he's got a very bad cold and it's really gripped his lungs tight. It's made him so congested as well that his nasal passages are completely blocked." The nurse responded then continued,
"If his nose wasn't so blocked up I'd put him on the nasal oxygen intake system but also because he's coughing so much I can't put him on a mask either because that'll trap the germs in and they'll just go right back into his lungs.
"But he definitely needs assistance so the only alternative that I have is to use the mask but not attach it directly to his face." Madame Pomfrey finished
Severus nodded and said,
"Do whatever you have to do Poppy."
Madame Pomfrey shooed them out of the wing so she could work in peace and quiet. Twenty minutes later Draco and Severus was let back in. Dumbledore had made his excuses and left after they had been shooed out of the wing.
The two walked over to Harry's bed and Severus knew what to expect since Harry had been in a few other situations that required this, but Draco had never seen anything of this nature before. Draco was shocked at what he saw, he didn't know what to make of it.
Harry still had the clip on his finger and the wrist band on, but now there was an oxygen mask laid perpendicularly to his mouth and nose. This was so that he was still getting the oxygen but it wasn't covering up his mouth and nose. He was asleep and breathing shallowly but evenly.
Severus sat down in the chair next to Harry's bed while Draco dragged over another one and sat down as well. Severus and Draco settled down for a long night.
A/N: *hides behind friends* I know you guys are probably sick and tired of having me write about Harry getting sick all the time but I just can't help it. Also the fact that I'm sick right now is making it really difficult to write about anything else. Don't worry, next chapter Harry will be healthy again and it'll be christmas. I don't know how long it's going to take me to write the next chapter because I've got a huge contextual analysis project due for my piano literature class due at 10am on thursday that I've barely started on that's going to take a lot of time and I really need to do a really good job on this project so I can get a good grade in the class. But after the 12th I'll be going home for 3 1/2 weeks for my Winter Break and I'll be able to write a lot more so don't fret or kill me if I don't update before then. Now you all know the drill by now, push the little button and tell me what you think but don't flame me because in my stressed out, sick and so many other bad frames of mind that I'm in right now it's likely to set me over the edge and make me scream and I can't do that because I have my voice jury on monday morning where I have to sing for 15 minutes in front of 3 faculty voice members for a grade so I can't afford to lose what little is left of my poor, abused and overworked voice right now. TTFN!
Chapter 33
The weeks before Christmas holidays flew by in a whirlwind of quidditch practices and studying for Harry and Draco. True to the rumor going around Gryffindor Tower, everybody was going home for the holidays. Surprisingly there were very few students in general staying this year. Harry had a feeling that because of the final battle that students really wanted to go home and be with their families or just get away in general.
The 3 days before break Hogwarts got its first snow and the grounds were completely covered in the white stuff. Harry had been out late that night for quidditch practice and was completely soaked and shivering from getting snowed on and the wind blowing.
Harry made his way to Gryffindor Tower, shivering and sneezing. He knew that he would get sick easier from being asthmatic. He also knew that he got sick twice as easier and would take almost twice as long and it would be twice as bad as a normal person would because his immune system was pretty weak from the infection and medication that he was on.
Harry let himself into his room and shrugged out of his quidditch robes and put on a thermal underwear shirt then a long sleeved shirt, a sweater then thermal underwear pants then the thickest pair of pajama pants that he had since he was feeling very chilled.
Leaving his homework on his desk since he didn't have any that needed done in the immediate time being, Harry climbed into bed and snuggled down beneath his blankets still feeling cold. He really hoped that he wasn't getting sick but couldn't dwell on it. Before he even realized that he hadn't taken his nightmare potion, or the fact that he had run out again, Harry was fast asleep.
Down in the dungeons, Severus was just finishing up another batch of Harry's potion. It amazed him just how often Harry forgot that he ran out. He finished bottling the potion and made his way up to Gryffindor Tower.
He entered the prefects area and was met with silence. He entered Harry's room and saw Harry asleep in his bed. He was glad to see that the boy wasn't screaming but frowned when he saw the flush slightly tinting the boy's cheeks.
He crossed the room and set the bottle containing the potion on his bedside table and softly laid his hand on Harry's forehead and frowned at the slight temperature. He then noted Harry's layering and really hoped that the boy wasn't coming down with something. He knew that Harry had had quidditch practice that evening and looked out the window at the raging snow storm.
He shook his head and poured a gobletfull of the potion and rubbed Harry's slightly fevered cheek trying to wake the boy up. Slowly Harry's slightly glazed over green eyes opened and met his father's and he said,
"I guess I forgot to come get more potion from you."
Harry sniffed, sneezed then sniffed again and his father said,
"Yes, you did forget. I hope you're not getting sick right before the holidays."
Harry sniffed again and said,
"I hope I'm not either but I think it's inevitable."
Harry dissolved into a fit of very harsh coughing. After he was done he wordlessly took the goblet of his father's potion and downed it and was almost instantly asleep.
Severus brought over Harry's armchair, sat it besides Harry's bed and sat down in it intending to stay to make sure Harry was okay through the night.
Harry woke up several times that night either coughing or sneezing or just because he felt too hot or too cold. Every time Harry woke up Severus was there. Severus had run down to his lab at around 1am and grabbed a bunch of potions to help Harry. Because of that Harry wasn't doing so badly the next morning though he still felt pretty bad.
Since there was only 2 days left of the semester Harry decided to wait it out and then rest as much as possible during the holiday.
Severus left to go back to his rooms to get ready and Harry got ready for the day. Harry met up with Ron and Hermione in the hallway and Ginny in the common room and the 4 made their way down to the Great Hall.
They all ate a hasty breakfast and Ginny and the Trio parted to go to class. The trio went to classes that day in a blur since the students and the teachers were kind of not in the mood or frame of mind to teach or learn for that matter.
The last official day of the term came and went in a blur and Harry was feeling a little worse than he was earlier that week. His chest had started to feel slightly tight but his inhaler wasn't doing anything. He asked Lei about it and she said that she'd had some problems like that before but a treatment wouldn't do anything because it wasn't asthma related, it was just an infection in his lungs that made it more difficult for him to breathe.
Harry woke up the first day of break feeling horrible. He was sure that he had never felt so bad. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was about 5 minutes until lunch started. Harry knew that there was no way that he would make it there and that if he didn't come that surely his father would come up since he was still anal about Harry's eating habits saying that the boy was still too skinny.
Harry fell back against his pillows, groaned and dissolved into a fit of coughing and wheezed for a moment then regained the control of his breathing. Or as much as he could, given his current condition.
Harry closed his eyes and he wasn't sure how much time had lapsed but he felt his father's long, cool and slender fingers brush across his fevered forehead. Harry wearily opened his eyes and met his father's, sniffled and said in a croaky voice with a slight smile on his lips,
"Hey dad."
Severus couldn't help but grin at Harry and said,
"Hello Harry. I take it you're not feeling any better."
Harry quirked a weak smile and said,
"Your take would be correct. Can we head down to your rooms now?"
"Sure Harry. Have you got everything you want to bring with you?"
Harry nodded and pointed over to a smaller trunk that was by the door. Severus walked over to the trunk, shrunk and pocketed it then walked back over to Harry's bed and helped the boy stand up then made their way down to Severus' rooms.
Draco was already sitting out in the main chamber reading when he saw his godfather and Harry come through the portrait hole. He had noticed that Harry wasn't looking too good over the last couple of days but now that he saw him up close he realized just how bad he looked. He followed silent behind the two of them.
Severus and Harry made their way to Harry's bedchamber where Severus unshrunk Harry's trunk and settled the boy into bed while Draco watched from the doorway. Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Severus and Draco settled back down in the main chamber and Draco said,
"Sev, what's wrong with Harry?"
"He's been sick since wednesday night from having quidditch practice out when that snow storm hit. Typical that he would want to train in that weather, just to be prepared." Severus said with a slight snort after the last statement.
Draco snorted and said,
"How bad is it?"
"Well hopefully it hasn't taken too strong a hold yet. Harry gets sick twice as easily, is affected by it twice as badly and stays sick for twice as long as a person with a normal immune system would."
Draco slightly paled and said,
"How bad would it be if it's taken a strong hold?"
"Worse comes to worse it could cause him to have a bad attack and have to be put up in the hospital wing and go back on oxygen supply." Severus replied
"I never knew that Asthma was so bad." Draco said.
"It is. Usually it's not a problem if the person is careful and watchful. Which Harry usually is. But he's a lot more prone to illnesses. He wants to maintain a normal lifestyle and that includes carrying on as he usually would as if nothing was wrong."
Draco nodded and said,
"How long will you wait until you take him to Madame Pomfrey?"
"Well I have just as much medical training as Madame Pomfrey, for obvious reasons. So there's not much I can't handle. But only if Harry has an attack will I bring him there because I don't have the equipment to deal with it and no spell can stop an attack." Severus responded
Draco nodded and no sooner had Severus finished his statement than very harsh, rough and hacking coughs were heard from Harry's bedchamber. Severus stood up and walked into the boy's chamber and conjured a glass of water and helped Harry sit up and sip it.
He eased the boy back against his pillows and tucked back in the shivering boy. He walked into his store room and grabbed a fever reducer and cough supressing potion and brought it back to Harry who drank both right down and fell back asleep.
Severus walked to his bathroom and got out a wristband like Harry had during the summer and walked back to his chamber and put the band on Harry's wrist and read the reading that came up. Satisfied, Severus returned to the main chamber and sat back down in his chair. Draco looked up from his book and said,
"Everything okay?"
Severus nodded and said,
"For now. Hopefully."
The two lapsed into silence and the afternoon was whiled away with Severus periodically checking on Harry. When dinnertime rolled around Draco left to go eat in the Great Hall and to give a message to the Headmaster while Severus stayed with Harry and got the boy to eat.
The cough supressing potion had worn off by 5 but Harry couldn't take it again until 8 o' clock, which posed a problem because the coughs were getting worse and making it more difficult for the boy to breathe and get all of the air absorbed.
Severus knew that there was a possibility of Harry having the problem that he had told Draco earlier, but part of him didn't want to admit it.
Draco returned from dinner with Dumbledore right behind him. They entered the quarters to hear the worst cough they'd ever heard in their lives and wheezing and shuddering breaths after the fit was over. Draco sat down on the couch and Dumbledore went into Harry's bedchambers and said,
"Well it doesn't sound as if Harry's doing much better."
Severus looked at his son's sleeping slightly flushed face and said,
"No Albus he's not. He can't take the potion again for another 2 hours. The infection has really taken a strong hold of his lungs and I'm really running out of options."
Dumbledore sighed and said,
"Well Severus then you should probably take him to see Poppy since a lot can happen in 2 hours and that way he'll be around the equipment that he'll need if he does have a problem."
Severus sighed and nodded and thought to himself that he knew that this would happen. Trying not to wake Harry, Severus picked up the boy and he walked out of the chamber and room and silently made their way up to the hospital wing with Draco trailing silently behind him.
Despite what most people believed, Draco did care about what happened to Harry. It was dangerous to get the boy angry because he was a very powerful wizard and knew a lot of hexes and curses because of all of the training he had done for the battle.
Draco couldn't understand it but he had come to care about Harry like a person would care about a sibling. Since Draco had no brothers or sisters since his father had had his Heir on the first try his parents stopped having children.
He also knew that Harry had no siblings of course and his cousin clearly didn't count because he caused as much damage to Harry as his father had. From the way that he saw Harry interract with Weasley and Granger he could tell that he cared for the two of them like they were his surrogate brother and sister and they cared for Harry in the same way too.
The group walked into the silent hospital wing and Severus laid Harry down on a bed as Dumbledore went to get Madame Pomfrey. The nurse came out of her office and walked over to her supplies cabinet and drew out a few things and brought them over to Harry, who was still asleep.
She put the clip on Harry's finger to check his current level. She frowned when the reading came up and said,
"Well his level is pretty low right now. How long has he been sick?"
"Since late wednesday night. I saw him on thursday and friday and he didn't seem to be any worse than he was that first night and he really wasn't that bad then." Severus responded
"Well he's got a very bad cold and it's really gripped his lungs tight. It's made him so congested as well that his nasal passages are completely blocked." The nurse responded then continued,
"If his nose wasn't so blocked up I'd put him on the nasal oxygen intake system but also because he's coughing so much I can't put him on a mask either because that'll trap the germs in and they'll just go right back into his lungs.
"But he definitely needs assistance so the only alternative that I have is to use the mask but not attach it directly to his face." Madame Pomfrey finished
Severus nodded and said,
"Do whatever you have to do Poppy."
Madame Pomfrey shooed them out of the wing so she could work in peace and quiet. Twenty minutes later Draco and Severus was let back in. Dumbledore had made his excuses and left after they had been shooed out of the wing.
The two walked over to Harry's bed and Severus knew what to expect since Harry had been in a few other situations that required this, but Draco had never seen anything of this nature before. Draco was shocked at what he saw, he didn't know what to make of it.
Harry still had the clip on his finger and the wrist band on, but now there was an oxygen mask laid perpendicularly to his mouth and nose. This was so that he was still getting the oxygen but it wasn't covering up his mouth and nose. He was asleep and breathing shallowly but evenly.
Severus sat down in the chair next to Harry's bed while Draco dragged over another one and sat down as well. Severus and Draco settled down for a long night.
A/N: *hides behind friends* I know you guys are probably sick and tired of having me write about Harry getting sick all the time but I just can't help it. Also the fact that I'm sick right now is making it really difficult to write about anything else. Don't worry, next chapter Harry will be healthy again and it'll be christmas. I don't know how long it's going to take me to write the next chapter because I've got a huge contextual analysis project due for my piano literature class due at 10am on thursday that I've barely started on that's going to take a lot of time and I really need to do a really good job on this project so I can get a good grade in the class. But after the 12th I'll be going home for 3 1/2 weeks for my Winter Break and I'll be able to write a lot more so don't fret or kill me if I don't update before then. Now you all know the drill by now, push the little button and tell me what you think but don't flame me because in my stressed out, sick and so many other bad frames of mind that I'm in right now it's likely to set me over the edge and make me scream and I can't do that because I have my voice jury on monday morning where I have to sing for 15 minutes in front of 3 faculty voice members for a grade so I can't afford to lose what little is left of my poor, abused and overworked voice right now. TTFN!