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A/N- Thank you ginnygal and all you other reviewers. I was thinking about putting this story on hold until I read your reviews. And here is the next chapter!

Fainting Harry

Harry was called the next day and was very tempted to go but remembered his promise. Harry felt very week and while in potions he fainted.

Harry and Blaise were working on a potion while Snape was practically breathing down is neck. Harry suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't see. He heard everyone gasp and then fainted right on his desk with his head on a puddle of a spilt potion.

Snape walked over to Harry and looked at him.

"Miss Granger, Go get Madame Pomphrey right now," said Snape.

Moments later Madame Pomphrey and had help and dragged Harry to the hospital wing.

After five minutes Dumbledore was sitting on Harry's bed listening to Madame Pomphrey.

"He fainted because of stress. I think he is thinking to hard or worried about something," she explained.

"Yes and he would be," stated the Headmaster.

About an hour later Harry began to stir. He awoke realizing where he was and that the Headmasters eyes were upon him.

"Harry," he said. "You fainted in potions. Do you remember what happened?"

"Not really," Harry explained. "I remember thinking about the mark and how Voldemort called when I felt dizzy and sleepy. Next thing I know I am in here."

"He called you?"

"I should have never gotten that stupid mark," he mumbled under his breath but Dumbledore seemed to have heard him.

"Harry, you did what you thought was best."

"No I didn't. I did it for revenge. I did it for all the wrong reasons."

"Well at least you know that now." "Its too late. I already have the mark."

"But you decided to stop. That takes courage and bravery. You are doing the right thing."

"For who?"

Dumbledore seemed surprised at the question.

"For you Harry. You are safe and that matters a lot."

"What about Sirius? He isn't safe. I never told you the other reason I became a deatheater."

"Why is that?" asked Dumbledore softly.

"I did it to honor Sirius."

"I thought so."

Harry began to cry softly.

"Harry, I think we've talked about this enough for one day. You need to tell me when he calls. I already know because Professor Snape tells me but come to me any way. I know you are probably tempted to go."

Harry didn't know what to say.

"Is there anyway I can get rid of the mark on my arm?"

"I am afraid not but there is a way to disguise it so no one else sees it. We can do the spell a little later when you are feeling well."

"There is no one who knows how I am feeling. I wish I could talk to someone that did," Harry said but not rudely.

"Ahh, How wrong you are Mr. Potter," exclaimed the Headmaster with a slight grin on his face. "Professor Snape knows exactly what you are going through."

Harry groaned and rolled over on his side. He knew Snape would not want to talk to him. Dumbledore would probably force him to talk with Harry.

Dumbledore let out a small chuckle. "I know you dislike Professor Snape as do many students but he does know what you are going through. Shall I fetch him?" he asked.

"Snape won't want to talk to me professor."

Dumbledore laughed again and set out of the hospital wing to find Professor Snape.

Dumbledore found him erasing the chalkboard magically and greeted the Potions master.

"Hello Severus."

"Hello Albus. What do you need? This must be about Potter fainting in my class."

"Yes it is."

"Why did he faint?" asked the slimy haired professor. He is stressed and nervous. He didn't go yesterday when Voldemort called him. He needs someone to talk to him. You are the only person who knows who is going through. He is up at the hospital wing."

Snape groaned as he followed the headmaster to the Hospital wing. They walked in and found Harry staring up at the ceiling. When he saw Snape he moaned and buried his face into the pillow.

"I will leave you too alone, said Dumbledore trying not to laugh. Harry you should be well enough to comedown to the great hall for dinner in an hour.

Harry waved goodbye with his head still buried into the pillow and Snape sat down in a chair next to Harry's bed.

"Hello Mr. Potter."

Harry greeted him with a small grunt but didn't pick his head up.

Snape gave him a deathly glare but Harry didn't see. He rolled over and propped his head up.

"The Headmaster told me why you fainted and sent me up here."

There was no reply.

"You are not being a deatheater anymore are you?" said Snape pretending to care.

"Was he mad that I didn't come?" asked Harry.

"Very."

Harry groaned and turned over once again.

"He didn't think you would leave so soon," he continued. He was furious. In fact I haven't seen him thins mad since the time he didn't kill you at the Tri wizard tournament." Snape did not tell Harry that Voldemort was planning on killing him any way he could. Voldemort had told the other deatheaters that Harry would suffer as well as all his friends and the people he loved. Snape knew they were ok as long as they were in the castle. Remus was brought to stay at the castle after he told Dumbledore what happened.

"Harry I know how you are feeling."

Harry turned over at this remark.

"I am stressed many times because I am forced to be a spy, he said cringing at the fact that he just admitted it to Harry.

"You are?"

Snape nodded. I must go Harry but you can talk to me sometimes. I know it is hard.

Snape walked out in disgust at what he just said. He knew he had to say that because it was true. He was the only person who knew how Harry felt and it was terrible. He disliked Harry but he didn't hate him.

A/N- I seriously did not want to stop writing this chapter. I really like this chapter. It is weird writing about Snape not being mean but it is sort of fun. I am off to write another chapter but I hope you liked this one!