Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, everything save the plot is the brilliant work of JK Rowling.

The Illness

Harry had collapsed at the Weasleys, and now is being rushed into St. Mungos Emergency Rooms. "He complained of a pain in his chest, I wonder what's wrong?" Arthur said, everyone was worried. Sirius was near exhaustion, but was so panicked that everyone who went near him got snapped at for asking him to sit down.

The wizard nurses and doctors weren't able to figure his illness out, they found something dark throughout his chest, but didn't have a clue what it was. He was taken to the muggle doctors, they performed a CAT scan on him, and knew immediately. They let Harry sleep, but told everyone waiting that they could stay with him over night, and they would come in, in the morning to explain to everyone what was wrong.

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Harry woke up the next morning in a hospital room. He had been unconscious through his examination. "Morning Harry, feeling okay?" Sirius said as he sat up and reached for his glasses. "Your doctors said they would explain what happened when you woke up. Remus is still asleep, and the Weasleys went home for the night, so do you want to wait for them? Do you only want Ron and Hermione to know?" Sirius said.

"I'd like Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Hermione, Remus, and of course you to know." "Okay, let me get your doctor in here." Sirius said.

"Harry? I'm doctor Bridges, but you can call me Ruby. We performed a CAT scan on you last night. We found cancer, do you know what that is?" Ruby asked, with Harry's obvious no, she continued. "It's terminal disease, I have a medical book here, that might be of a little help." Sighing, she pulled out a book, and explained it was a stomach cancer. "It's fatal, but we have things to help with it. Though we have never had a wizard with the disease, you are 1/8 muggle on your mother's side. It might have only lain dormant. We can treat it with chemotherapy, and with it your magic will be affected, though how we won't know until it develops." Ruby said.

By now, everyone was in semi-shock, they hadn't expected this, and were struck dumb by the medical terms. Sirius was the first who spoke out in the deafening silence. "It's fatal? How many years does this thing take?" Sirius asked his face white as he spoke. Ruby winced, she knew how many reacted to the time they still had at first. "Not years, he has until January, maybe longer if the chemo treatment works. Since this is the first case in history, we're not even sure if it will work, but we do have some hope. Maybe we picked it up early enough for him to live. I'm sorry, but I won't lie to you, he might not make it." Ruby said. Everyone paled at this. Sirius was holding Harry, shaking uncontrollably.

To be continued…

AN: I need to explain how Harry has a muggle disease. Since Lily's mother isn't decidedly witch or wizard, I've decided she was a muggle who married a wizard, Lily got magical genes, Petunia didn't, and Harry got one 1/8 of his grandmother's muggleness. His father's line was pure. Even with 1/8 he can still contract a muggle disease naturally, very unlikely but he still can. It is unclear in my mind whether he will die or not. If I get reviews mainly for him dying, I will make it seem like that, so it depends on you, if you say you love it, say which way you want me to work it. But he might also be defeating Voldie somehow.