Chapter 6: More Powerful than Magic

Monday morning and Harry was awake before the crack of dawn. He was awake dressed and on a mission. It was only 5:50a.m. 6 hours to go. He ran up to the Hospital Wing to see his two friends, still in their trans state.

Harry sat with them staring into their serene, calm and very pale faces. He knew that the potion would cure them, but still felt absolutely helpless. He stared to the ceiling and clapped his hands together. He looks absolutely depressed. There was only one hope: the potion. Yet suddenly, he couldn't help but realize that magic wasn't the only cure. Still staring avidly above, Harry began to pray.

"Dear God above. Please help my friends. They don't deserve this. It's my fault. Voldemort is doing this to get to me. He knows my weakness. He knows of my feelings. He knew. That's why my loved ones keep getting into danger. That's why.that's why."

He couldn't bring himself to say his godfather's name. He sighed, took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and with a single tear sliding down his cheek, he continued.

"That's why Sirius died!" He had a small break down and let it all out. Once he collected himself, he resumed his prayer.

"So please, don't let them die. They don't deserve to. Amen"

Harry looked down at his watch. 11:40. 10 minutes left

"Best get going," whispered Harry, as if expecting Hermione and Ron to answer.

Harry went to the dungeons. There, he saw the biggest surprise of his life. Snape was already there. He was cleaning out a few flasks for the left over potion. Harry was in shock.

"Potter, come in. if you wait any longer, it will soon be too late. It's already 11:45." His voice wasn't as cold as normal.