A/N: Well, here is the next chapter, been awhile, hope It is ok, I am quite
self-conscience, and am quite doubtful of my abilities of a writer. I have
been told I need a beta reader but I don't know how to go about getting
one, so this will have to do. I try, its my first one, perhaps I will get
better as I go along. Don't be to harsh, really I am quite sensitive.
Draco ran to Aiden, who was shaking, sweat breaking out, drenching through his shirt. "Aiden, oh no, come on." he muttered, leaning over his newfound friend. It was killing him, watching Aiden suffer like that, and knowing there was nothing he could do to help. He pulled Aiden's head into his lap, conjuring a cold cloth, and started to bath his sweaty brow. There was nothing he could do but wait for the others to return.
Albus Dumbledore sighed wearily. This was not how things were supposed to go at all, it couldn't have played out better! It was obvious that Aiden was innocent, not that that would really change anything, but perhaps it was a tiny step in healing the boy-no, man. Voldemort would undoubtedly become careless now, having seemingly defeated his rival. Yes, things were going well. Aiden was quite powerful, he would be able to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all, Albus knew that for certain. He turned to the rest of the Order; who were doing whatever they could to control the masses of screaming, sobbing people; searching out his potions master and nurse. He knew Aiden had to be in rather bad shape, he had felt everything that happened to Harry, and being struck by the Killing Curse couldn't possibly be without consequence.
"Severus! Poppy! We must return immediately." Quietly slipping through the chaos, Albus pulled out a lemon drop from his robes and help it out, whisking the trio to the waiting Draco and Aiden.
Draco looked up when Albus walked in, shadowed by Severus and Poppy. Aiden was still out cold, and was convulsing violently.
"Oh thank Merlin," he gasped, relieved. "He is in bad shape, I didn't know what to do, its nothing like what we expected, he's, he's."
Severus swept buy him, pulling potions out of his robes. He kneeled onto the floor by Draco, and pulled Aiden's head into him lap, pouring a vial of swirling cerulean liquid into his mouth, stroking his throat to make him swallow. Aiden's eyes popped open, and he let out a blood-curdling scream.
Aiden had never been in so much pain. Every vein in his body was burning, a raging inferno inside his body. Nails were scraping his skin off, piece by piece, his bones were being crushed, his lungs filled with something, constricting his breathing. Flashes of memories were going through his head, his parent's death, Cedric's death, Voldemorts rebirth, Hagrid's murder, Ron, the betrayal, Azkaban. Ice cold crept over him, once fiery veins filling with ice, this was far worse than the dementors, this would never end, it couldn't, but he deserved it, it was his fault, all of it. He had as good as killed all of them; he was guilty. He sobbed, vaguely aware of someone stroking his hair, panicked voices, it all became a swirl of nothing, as his head lolled and he let unconsciousness claim him.
"Albus! What is happening?! It should not be this bad!" Severus cried when he felt Aiden's body go limp.
Albus knelt next to Aiden, pushing his hair out of his face. " I-oh, Harry.Aiden, I am so sorry, I didn't know."
"Know what, exactly?" Draco asked from the corner where he was comforting a distraught Poppy.
"The killing curse, it's.it's tearing him apart, I.I suspect it is something like the saying 'seeing your life pass before your eyes', it's eating his soul. There is no way we could have known, but we should have figured it out, the curse coming from Riddle was pure evil, it is.it's.death.only, he is not dying. Torment of the worst kind. But there is no way of knowing exactly what is happening, there is no way to be sure, or know how to help him, this has never happened before."
"We can't just let him suffer like this!" Poppy cried. "There has to be something!"
Albus looked up wearily. "Let's get him to the hospital wing, then, we will do what we can."
Severus slowly stood, lifting the young man with him, who was surprisingly light, and led the way to the hospital wing, laying Aiden down in a private room, away from curious on-lookers.
Back in her hospital wing, Poppy bustled around, checking vital signs, pouring post-cruciatus potions down Aiden's throat. She turned to the anxiously waiting trio.
"Well, he is stable enough, but he is slipping into a coma, which may be the best thing he could do. Facing the pain while conscience could very well make him lose his mind."
"When will he wake up?" Draco asked, pain evident in his voice.
Poppy shut her eyes briefly. "I.I really don't know. He.he doesn't seem to be fighting at all, but that's.I was not trained to deal with this, it is more, physiological I believe, he is in pain, yes, but its.its unlike anything I have ever seen before."
Albus stared at the form on the bed. For once, the great wizard had no idea what to do. "Perhaps.perhaps we should ask assistance of Miss. Weasly."
After the death of her brother, Ginny Weasly had gone on to be a Mediwitch of sorts, more in the physiological area though, unlike Poppy. She was renowned for he skills; many were indebted to her, including Frank and Alice Longbottom, who were well on their way to a normal life with their son, thanks to her.
Poppy nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes that would be the best chance we have."
Draco ran to Aiden, who was shaking, sweat breaking out, drenching through his shirt. "Aiden, oh no, come on." he muttered, leaning over his newfound friend. It was killing him, watching Aiden suffer like that, and knowing there was nothing he could do to help. He pulled Aiden's head into his lap, conjuring a cold cloth, and started to bath his sweaty brow. There was nothing he could do but wait for the others to return.
Albus Dumbledore sighed wearily. This was not how things were supposed to go at all, it couldn't have played out better! It was obvious that Aiden was innocent, not that that would really change anything, but perhaps it was a tiny step in healing the boy-no, man. Voldemort would undoubtedly become careless now, having seemingly defeated his rival. Yes, things were going well. Aiden was quite powerful, he would be able to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all, Albus knew that for certain. He turned to the rest of the Order; who were doing whatever they could to control the masses of screaming, sobbing people; searching out his potions master and nurse. He knew Aiden had to be in rather bad shape, he had felt everything that happened to Harry, and being struck by the Killing Curse couldn't possibly be without consequence.
"Severus! Poppy! We must return immediately." Quietly slipping through the chaos, Albus pulled out a lemon drop from his robes and help it out, whisking the trio to the waiting Draco and Aiden.
Draco looked up when Albus walked in, shadowed by Severus and Poppy. Aiden was still out cold, and was convulsing violently.
"Oh thank Merlin," he gasped, relieved. "He is in bad shape, I didn't know what to do, its nothing like what we expected, he's, he's."
Severus swept buy him, pulling potions out of his robes. He kneeled onto the floor by Draco, and pulled Aiden's head into him lap, pouring a vial of swirling cerulean liquid into his mouth, stroking his throat to make him swallow. Aiden's eyes popped open, and he let out a blood-curdling scream.
Aiden had never been in so much pain. Every vein in his body was burning, a raging inferno inside his body. Nails were scraping his skin off, piece by piece, his bones were being crushed, his lungs filled with something, constricting his breathing. Flashes of memories were going through his head, his parent's death, Cedric's death, Voldemorts rebirth, Hagrid's murder, Ron, the betrayal, Azkaban. Ice cold crept over him, once fiery veins filling with ice, this was far worse than the dementors, this would never end, it couldn't, but he deserved it, it was his fault, all of it. He had as good as killed all of them; he was guilty. He sobbed, vaguely aware of someone stroking his hair, panicked voices, it all became a swirl of nothing, as his head lolled and he let unconsciousness claim him.
"Albus! What is happening?! It should not be this bad!" Severus cried when he felt Aiden's body go limp.
Albus knelt next to Aiden, pushing his hair out of his face. " I-oh, Harry.Aiden, I am so sorry, I didn't know."
"Know what, exactly?" Draco asked from the corner where he was comforting a distraught Poppy.
"The killing curse, it's.it's tearing him apart, I.I suspect it is something like the saying 'seeing your life pass before your eyes', it's eating his soul. There is no way we could have known, but we should have figured it out, the curse coming from Riddle was pure evil, it is.it's.death.only, he is not dying. Torment of the worst kind. But there is no way of knowing exactly what is happening, there is no way to be sure, or know how to help him, this has never happened before."
"We can't just let him suffer like this!" Poppy cried. "There has to be something!"
Albus looked up wearily. "Let's get him to the hospital wing, then, we will do what we can."
Severus slowly stood, lifting the young man with him, who was surprisingly light, and led the way to the hospital wing, laying Aiden down in a private room, away from curious on-lookers.
Back in her hospital wing, Poppy bustled around, checking vital signs, pouring post-cruciatus potions down Aiden's throat. She turned to the anxiously waiting trio.
"Well, he is stable enough, but he is slipping into a coma, which may be the best thing he could do. Facing the pain while conscience could very well make him lose his mind."
"When will he wake up?" Draco asked, pain evident in his voice.
Poppy shut her eyes briefly. "I.I really don't know. He.he doesn't seem to be fighting at all, but that's.I was not trained to deal with this, it is more, physiological I believe, he is in pain, yes, but its.its unlike anything I have ever seen before."
Albus stared at the form on the bed. For once, the great wizard had no idea what to do. "Perhaps.perhaps we should ask assistance of Miss. Weasly."
After the death of her brother, Ginny Weasly had gone on to be a Mediwitch of sorts, more in the physiological area though, unlike Poppy. She was renowned for he skills; many were indebted to her, including Frank and Alice Longbottom, who were well on their way to a normal life with their son, thanks to her.
Poppy nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes that would be the best chance we have."