A.N: Okay, some of you were confused when I asked if you wanted a sequel. I did NOT mean that
chapter 25 was the last chapter of this fic. No way would I leave people hanging like that.This is chapter 26, and I
should write at least four more chapters. So once this fic is over I've decided that I will write a sequel. I will let you
know when I've writen the last chapter what the sequel will be called.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*
They all watched Fudge leave, daring to believe it.
Daring to believe that Snape had attacked Fudge, physicaly, not magicaly.
Daring to believe that Snape had been thrown off Fudge, magicaly.
Daring to believe that Harry had killed Voldemort.
Daring to believe that they had almost lost Harry.
Daring to believe that they could still lose Harry.
~*~*~*~*~*
Snape P.O.V
I sat silently across the room, more confused than I had been my entire life.
The only one capeable of throwing me across the room was Harry. Yet when I was on Fudge, Harry was,
well, dead. And yet when I was on Fudge his brain waves started and I was thrown off Fudge. What the hell is going
on?!
I broke out of my thoughts when I heard Lupin ask, "Is he going to make it, Poppy?" I watched as
Poppy looked up at Remus sadly and shake her head.
"I'm sorry, but I doubt it. His health is as low as it can be without him being dead. The only way we
haven't lost him yet is his amount of magical energy. He had such a large amount that he kept using it to steadily
raise his health by minimal amounts. But after his display with You-know-who, he has no more magical reserves
left to heal himself. If he uses any more magic, he'll go into a wizard coma. If he does, he wont wake up again.
I'm afraid we'll lose him by morning."
Remus's eyes went wide in horror; Sirius whined pitifully at Remus's feet; Hermione let out a cry and
flung herself at Ron, who stould there as though he were petrified, looking down at Harry; Draco collapsed into
a chair and put his head in his hands.
I couldn't take anymore of this. I stood up and yelled angrily at all of them.
"OF COURSE HE'LL BE OKAY! HE IS HARRY POTTER, GODDAMNIT!" I ran torwards the doors,
my head down to hide my tears. I heard Lupin yell my name as I ran through the doors.
I didn't even look where I was running, all I knew was that I wanted to get as far away from there as
possible. How could they say Harry was going to die? Harry is going to be fine, I tell myself. And yet, I don't
believe myself. I stop running and look down at the floor in realization.
Harry wasn't going to make it.
I slid down a wall and pulled knees up to my chest and laying my head in my arms. Without realizing
it, I cried harder than I ever had.
I probably looked so foolish, shaking with sobs like a pathetic little child. But I couldn't have cared less.
All that mattered right now was Harry.
I gasped as I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder. I wiped my eyes and looked up into the sad blue eyes
of Albus Dumbledore.
"I am sorry about all of this, Severus." he whispered softly. I shook my head.
"So am I." I responded, frowning deeply. Then I sighed. "I attacked Fudge." I whispered, slightly ashamed
of my action. Just slightly. Dumbledore smiled softly.
"I know, I have talken to Cornelius. He was quite ashamed of himself, and quite horrified of you. I think
it is safe to say that he will be staying clear of you for a while. Now, why don't you acompany me to the Hospital
Wing? You can update me on the details." He held a hand out to me helped me to my feet. We walked to the
Hospital Wing, me giving him explanations of what had happened.
~*~*~*~*~*
Once again I arrived at the doors of the wing, and once again I stopped. I turned to Albus.
"Albus, I - I cannot go back in there." I said, and backed away from the door. He looked at me in
understanding and nodded his head, walking into the room.
As soon as the doors opened, quiet whispering and sobs came from inside. I leaned against the wall,
wondering with a tinge of guilt if I had upset any of them.
I stood there for about five minutes or so when the doors opened. Albus walked out followed closely
by Hermione, Ron, Draco, Lupin, and lastly the large black dog with it's tail betwen it's legs and it ears drooped.
All of their eyes were bloodshot.
Seconds later Poppy walked out behind them, flashing me an astounded and curious look, before she
spoke.
"During these critical hours, I will not permit anyone in the Hospital Wing. Not even you Headmaster,"
she said, answering the un-asked question. "I shall update you immediatly of any changes. Good day." she
inclined her head to Albus and walked back into the ward.
I looked to Albus, who was looking at the closed door unblinkingly. I looked back to the ground, unsure
of what to do. A minute later Ron's voice broke the silence and I looked up.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir? Is it allright if Draco stays with us in Gryffindor Tower?" Ron asked, still
holding Hermione to his chest. Albus looked to him and nodded.
"Yes, of course. I will keep you updated on Harry." he said quietly. I watxhed as the three of them
walked away. I could only imagine how they were feeling.
"Albus, I'll be in my quarters if you need me." Remus said, and he and Sirius walked off as well, leaving
Albus and I alone.
I looked to Albus once again, only this time he was looking at me as well. He stepped forword, and
whispered in my ear.
"Good luck, Severus," and walked away. I stared at his retreating form in shock.
"Does he know?" I whisper to myself, daring to believe it.
~*~*~*~*~* A.N: I was going to leave it here, but I decided that I might as well continue. Happy Baasheep?~*~*~*~*~
I stared at he clock, watching the minutes pass by, waiting for any news on Harry. It's been six hours,
and there has been no visitors, no reasurences, no word. Saying that it has been unerving is an understatement.
My thoughts somehow stray to the Ministry. I wonder how Fudge is dealing with the fact that he downright
denied that Vodemort had been brought back to power. The fact that Harry defeated Voldemort must be killing
him, after agreeing with Rita Skeeter that Harry is 'possibaly disturbed and dangerous'.
Drifting away into my thoughts, I fall into a fitful sleep.
~*~*~*~*A.N: I also thought about leaving it here, but I'm not.~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up with a start, slightly confused as to why I am sleeping in my armchair. As the day's events come
back to me painfully. I snap me head torwards the clock, which reads 2:37 AM. I stood from my chair and quickly
went to my room and dug through my drawers, searching for my Invisabiltiy cloak that hasn't been used for about
twenty years.
Throwing the contents of my room onto the floor, I finally reach in a box in my closet and pull out my
cloak. Smiling, I throw it aroung me and run back through my rooms. I slowly push the rock door open and poke
my head out. I looked up and down the hall. 'I have no idea as to why I am making sure no one is around. They
wouldn't be able to see me anyways,' I think to myself. I slip out the door and walk down the halls, once again lost
in my head.
The thing that concerns me most, besides Harry, was Sirius. (oddly enough) The fact that he knew
that jumping from the Astronomy Tower was safe startled me. Albus had set up those wards as soon as he had
come to Hogwarts as Headmaster. And that was years before he had come to Hogwarts.
Sighing in frustration, I continue to the Hospital Wing, praying to myself that Poppy was either asleep
or not there at all.
Finally I shoved the doors leading into the room slightly, once again poking my head through. All of the
lights were extinguished, so the only light in the room is the moonlight coming in through the glass windows.
I squinted torwards the bed Harry had been in this morning to see Harry still lying there; In the exact
posistion he was this morning. Frowning sadly, I walked cautiosly torwards the bed and stood next to it. Looking
down at him, I found my tears return to me.
He was lying completely still, barely breathing. There was a new strand of light coming out of his chest
instead of his temple; and instead of being pink it was yellow. I guessed that it was used to keep him breathing.
He had no shirt on, but his chest was bandages so heavily he didn't need one. His arms were bandaged
from above his wrists almost to his shoulders, covering up his beautiful pheonix mark. His frail chest looked like
it had been bandage twenty times, and yet he almost looked anorexic. I wouldn't be the surprised in the slightest
if under the bandages his ribs stuck out so horribaly that you could count them.
From underneath his sheet, his legs looked much to thick, so they must have been heavilly bandaged
as well.
His face looked no better than his body. On his right cheek a long, deep cut went from his temple
almost to his lips. The only color in his face were the almost black circles under his closed eyes. The scar that
made him famous was encrusted with blood.
But the thing that scared me most was the color of Hary's face. It was so pale it made Draco and I look
deeply tanned.
Feeling numb, I pulled a chair next to his bed collapsed into it. I took his freezing hand and held it in my
own. I let my awaiting tears leak down my face. I bent close to Harry's ear and whispered:
"Harry, Harry wake up for me, okay? Take as long as you need, but just come back. I need to tell you
something so important, Harry. So important. Just please come back to me."
A.N: I slaved away for hours to type this chapter. And now that you've read it...REVIEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
chapter 25 was the last chapter of this fic. No way would I leave people hanging like that.This is chapter 26, and I
should write at least four more chapters. So once this fic is over I've decided that I will write a sequel. I will let you
know when I've writen the last chapter what the sequel will be called.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*
They all watched Fudge leave, daring to believe it.
Daring to believe that Snape had attacked Fudge, physicaly, not magicaly.
Daring to believe that Snape had been thrown off Fudge, magicaly.
Daring to believe that Harry had killed Voldemort.
Daring to believe that they had almost lost Harry.
Daring to believe that they could still lose Harry.
~*~*~*~*~*
Snape P.O.V
I sat silently across the room, more confused than I had been my entire life.
The only one capeable of throwing me across the room was Harry. Yet when I was on Fudge, Harry was,
well, dead. And yet when I was on Fudge his brain waves started and I was thrown off Fudge. What the hell is going
on?!
I broke out of my thoughts when I heard Lupin ask, "Is he going to make it, Poppy?" I watched as
Poppy looked up at Remus sadly and shake her head.
"I'm sorry, but I doubt it. His health is as low as it can be without him being dead. The only way we
haven't lost him yet is his amount of magical energy. He had such a large amount that he kept using it to steadily
raise his health by minimal amounts. But after his display with You-know-who, he has no more magical reserves
left to heal himself. If he uses any more magic, he'll go into a wizard coma. If he does, he wont wake up again.
I'm afraid we'll lose him by morning."
Remus's eyes went wide in horror; Sirius whined pitifully at Remus's feet; Hermione let out a cry and
flung herself at Ron, who stould there as though he were petrified, looking down at Harry; Draco collapsed into
a chair and put his head in his hands.
I couldn't take anymore of this. I stood up and yelled angrily at all of them.
"OF COURSE HE'LL BE OKAY! HE IS HARRY POTTER, GODDAMNIT!" I ran torwards the doors,
my head down to hide my tears. I heard Lupin yell my name as I ran through the doors.
I didn't even look where I was running, all I knew was that I wanted to get as far away from there as
possible. How could they say Harry was going to die? Harry is going to be fine, I tell myself. And yet, I don't
believe myself. I stop running and look down at the floor in realization.
Harry wasn't going to make it.
I slid down a wall and pulled knees up to my chest and laying my head in my arms. Without realizing
it, I cried harder than I ever had.
I probably looked so foolish, shaking with sobs like a pathetic little child. But I couldn't have cared less.
All that mattered right now was Harry.
I gasped as I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder. I wiped my eyes and looked up into the sad blue eyes
of Albus Dumbledore.
"I am sorry about all of this, Severus." he whispered softly. I shook my head.
"So am I." I responded, frowning deeply. Then I sighed. "I attacked Fudge." I whispered, slightly ashamed
of my action. Just slightly. Dumbledore smiled softly.
"I know, I have talken to Cornelius. He was quite ashamed of himself, and quite horrified of you. I think
it is safe to say that he will be staying clear of you for a while. Now, why don't you acompany me to the Hospital
Wing? You can update me on the details." He held a hand out to me helped me to my feet. We walked to the
Hospital Wing, me giving him explanations of what had happened.
~*~*~*~*~*
Once again I arrived at the doors of the wing, and once again I stopped. I turned to Albus.
"Albus, I - I cannot go back in there." I said, and backed away from the door. He looked at me in
understanding and nodded his head, walking into the room.
As soon as the doors opened, quiet whispering and sobs came from inside. I leaned against the wall,
wondering with a tinge of guilt if I had upset any of them.
I stood there for about five minutes or so when the doors opened. Albus walked out followed closely
by Hermione, Ron, Draco, Lupin, and lastly the large black dog with it's tail betwen it's legs and it ears drooped.
All of their eyes were bloodshot.
Seconds later Poppy walked out behind them, flashing me an astounded and curious look, before she
spoke.
"During these critical hours, I will not permit anyone in the Hospital Wing. Not even you Headmaster,"
she said, answering the un-asked question. "I shall update you immediatly of any changes. Good day." she
inclined her head to Albus and walked back into the ward.
I looked to Albus, who was looking at the closed door unblinkingly. I looked back to the ground, unsure
of what to do. A minute later Ron's voice broke the silence and I looked up.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir? Is it allright if Draco stays with us in Gryffindor Tower?" Ron asked, still
holding Hermione to his chest. Albus looked to him and nodded.
"Yes, of course. I will keep you updated on Harry." he said quietly. I watxhed as the three of them
walked away. I could only imagine how they were feeling.
"Albus, I'll be in my quarters if you need me." Remus said, and he and Sirius walked off as well, leaving
Albus and I alone.
I looked to Albus once again, only this time he was looking at me as well. He stepped forword, and
whispered in my ear.
"Good luck, Severus," and walked away. I stared at his retreating form in shock.
"Does he know?" I whisper to myself, daring to believe it.
~*~*~*~*~* A.N: I was going to leave it here, but I decided that I might as well continue. Happy Baasheep?~*~*~*~*~
I stared at he clock, watching the minutes pass by, waiting for any news on Harry. It's been six hours,
and there has been no visitors, no reasurences, no word. Saying that it has been unerving is an understatement.
My thoughts somehow stray to the Ministry. I wonder how Fudge is dealing with the fact that he downright
denied that Vodemort had been brought back to power. The fact that Harry defeated Voldemort must be killing
him, after agreeing with Rita Skeeter that Harry is 'possibaly disturbed and dangerous'.
Drifting away into my thoughts, I fall into a fitful sleep.
~*~*~*~*A.N: I also thought about leaving it here, but I'm not.~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up with a start, slightly confused as to why I am sleeping in my armchair. As the day's events come
back to me painfully. I snap me head torwards the clock, which reads 2:37 AM. I stood from my chair and quickly
went to my room and dug through my drawers, searching for my Invisabiltiy cloak that hasn't been used for about
twenty years.
Throwing the contents of my room onto the floor, I finally reach in a box in my closet and pull out my
cloak. Smiling, I throw it aroung me and run back through my rooms. I slowly push the rock door open and poke
my head out. I looked up and down the hall. 'I have no idea as to why I am making sure no one is around. They
wouldn't be able to see me anyways,' I think to myself. I slip out the door and walk down the halls, once again lost
in my head.
The thing that concerns me most, besides Harry, was Sirius. (oddly enough) The fact that he knew
that jumping from the Astronomy Tower was safe startled me. Albus had set up those wards as soon as he had
come to Hogwarts as Headmaster. And that was years before he had come to Hogwarts.
Sighing in frustration, I continue to the Hospital Wing, praying to myself that Poppy was either asleep
or not there at all.
Finally I shoved the doors leading into the room slightly, once again poking my head through. All of the
lights were extinguished, so the only light in the room is the moonlight coming in through the glass windows.
I squinted torwards the bed Harry had been in this morning to see Harry still lying there; In the exact
posistion he was this morning. Frowning sadly, I walked cautiosly torwards the bed and stood next to it. Looking
down at him, I found my tears return to me.
He was lying completely still, barely breathing. There was a new strand of light coming out of his chest
instead of his temple; and instead of being pink it was yellow. I guessed that it was used to keep him breathing.
He had no shirt on, but his chest was bandages so heavily he didn't need one. His arms were bandaged
from above his wrists almost to his shoulders, covering up his beautiful pheonix mark. His frail chest looked like
it had been bandage twenty times, and yet he almost looked anorexic. I wouldn't be the surprised in the slightest
if under the bandages his ribs stuck out so horribaly that you could count them.
From underneath his sheet, his legs looked much to thick, so they must have been heavilly bandaged
as well.
His face looked no better than his body. On his right cheek a long, deep cut went from his temple
almost to his lips. The only color in his face were the almost black circles under his closed eyes. The scar that
made him famous was encrusted with blood.
But the thing that scared me most was the color of Hary's face. It was so pale it made Draco and I look
deeply tanned.
Feeling numb, I pulled a chair next to his bed collapsed into it. I took his freezing hand and held it in my
own. I let my awaiting tears leak down my face. I bent close to Harry's ear and whispered:
"Harry, Harry wake up for me, okay? Take as long as you need, but just come back. I need to tell you
something so important, Harry. So important. Just please come back to me."
A.N: I slaved away for hours to type this chapter. And now that you've read it...REVIEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!