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And now, on with the show:

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Harry bolted awake in his bed around midnight screaming in agony, his scar felt on fire. The white-hot pain felt like electricity coursing though him and his body started convulsing on the bed. His thoughts were being invaded. His mind was being raped, and he was powerless to stop it.

Ron awoke as Harry started screaming, Ron started to call for help, rushing to his friend's side desperately trying to comfort him.

"Harry! HARRY! Mate wake up!" cried Ron, trying to stop his friend's convulsions.

Moments passed an no one had come to Ron's pleas for help. Harry's screams of pain and terror jumped an octave. Fearing for his friend's life Ron left his side and started running up and down the halls outside their room, calling out for someone, anyone to help his friend. For once in her existence, the portraits of the mistress of Black Manor refused to object to the noise with shrieking.

"Someone, where is everyone?" called Ron. "Mum! Dad! Fred, George! ANYONE! Please, help him!" he pleaded as he opened and slammed the doors to the neighboring rooms.

'Everyone must be out with the Order' Ron's fevered mind told him. It would be up to him to save his friend.

Suddenly, blinded by the terror and adrenalin, Ron saw a black clad figure ran towards him, pushing him aside and darting into Harry's room.

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Harry's mind was screaming at him, body wracking trying to battle an evil seen only within the confines of him mind, he struggled to breathe and an unseen force stopped his lungs.

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Professor Snape crouched over the prone form of his most hated student, and with a look of worry grasped the boy, attempting the stop the boy's convultions.

"Mr. Weasley, hold down Mr. Potter's shoulders, ensure he cannot harm himself!" cried Snape over Harry's screams.

In terror for his friend, Ron complied without a moment's hesitation. Snape pulled his wand out in order to place a calming charm on Harry when his face seized up in pain and he dropped his wand, grasping at his forearm and grunting in pain.

"Voldemort," Severus murmured, as his knees buckled under him.

The Dark Lord was calling all his deatheaters to him. Severus would not be able to join them, to spy for Dumbledore. Not tonight, not as Potter shook the room with his wails of a primal terror beyond words. Harry's screams were a warning to them all, but the members of the Orders were too late.

Desperately, Ron searched for his own wand, frantic to end Harry's agony when suddenly Harry dropped deathly silent.

"Harry," Ron questioned quietly.

The room creaked with and eerie silence, broken only by Snape's silent groans of anguish.

"Harry, mate, are you alright?" Ron whispered.

Harry's head lolled to one side, his emerald eyes cloudy, blood bubbling out of the corners of his mouth.

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Author's Notes:

Cliffhangers make me happy! I'm home all this week and have nothing to do but write… But if you want to see if Harry's okay, reviews make me feel very encouraged to write… I'm such a review addict, I check a couple of times a day… but it makes me work faster… not even 24 hours since I posted the last chapter and here I am again abusing fanfiction… Please, feed my addiction… I have candy! And house elves… and… did I mention I love you?