Disclaimer: I've tried and I tried. But even multiple cosmetic surgery
wouldn't make me J.K. These lil' monkeys I like to play with are hers. I
can still hang out with them though!
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Upstairs in his room, Harry's body lay deathly pale as blood frothed out of his mouth.
Eyes open, yet not registering his surroundings nor its occupants hoarsely shouting for
him to awake. He could not hear them. He's senses were honed on something else much
more dire.
Meanwhile below them, Albus Dumbledore lay in a crumpled heap on the ground
surrounded by his Order members, half moon spectacles shattered and looking as frail as
his years.
Momentarily shocked, the members of the Order began scrambling to rescue their fallen
leader. Hastily casting healing charms and shouting for Severus to come bearing potions.
Remus rushed from room to room searching for Snape, his lungs burning and legs shaky
beneath him. His mentor, the Order of the Phoenix' leader was slowly slipping from life
and every second that passed made chances to save him less likely. Rushing around a
corner, Remus ran smack into Ron.
"Ron! Where's Professor Snape! It's urgent!" stammered Lupin, his breath hitching as he
reached to help Ron up hastily.
Ron looked shaken, his eyes red and his cheeks glistening with tears.
"Harry's not breathing," he said detached and swaying on his feet. "He had a vision and- and now he's not breathing."
Remus' world spun. Racing faster than he thought possible, he tore down the hall and
into Harry's room. Reality crashing down around him, the sight he saw haunted his mind
for years to come. Harry's limp body lay on his bed as Snape was doing everything in his
power to revive him. Small vials of potions littered the floor, tumbling off the bed as
Snape shook Harry's thin form with potent healing charms.
"Harry!" Remus cried, praying his voice would be enough to revive him. Snape turned
towards Lupin with wide eyes.
"Nothing is working! The boy isn't responding to anything!" he rushed, his usual
composure forgotten in a panic.
Remus scooped up the boy in his arms and cupped his cheek in his hand, warm blood still
dribbling down Harry's chin. Suddenly Remus jumped with a start, rushing out of the
room and clutching Harry close to his heart.
"What the hell are you doing?" called Snape following behind him.
"It's Albus! Harry had a vision of Albus! Harry's experiencing everything that Albus is."
Snape pounded down the hall behind Lupin. The threat of losing Dumbledore driving him
to new speeds. Robes whipping behind him, he finally reached the main floor where
McGonagall was trying to administer to her fallen friend as the Order rushed about trying
to find something that would help in any way.
The scene was frozen as the lifeless body of Harry Potter was carried into the room by a frazzled Remus. In the corner, Molly Weasley cried out and Hagrid who was already a mess burst into hitching sobs. Remus gently lowered Harry beside Dumbledore and nearly collapsed beside them, praying that something would happen. That they would both be fine. Severus crouched beside the headmaster, tilting his head back administering a healing potion. When nothing happened,
Snape cursed, crushing the vial in his hand.
Suddenly, as if nothing had ever been the matter with him, Albus Dumbledore sat up
looking perfectly healthy. His trademark sparkling eyes showed no knowledge that
moments ago, he had been near death. In the corner, Hagrid's sobs reached new heights.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked, turning to find the boy at his side, back arched right off the
ground as if he were being pulled by horrific marionette strings and the puppeteer was
Satan himself.
Placing his hands on either side of Harry's face, he turned and called to his Order
members.
"Hold his down!" he called.
Quickly Moody, Lupin and Snape clutched onto the boy's limbs trying desperately to
hold him down.
Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's brow and closed his eyes, murmuring a few
incoherent words.
Abruptly, Harry's convulsions stopped, he gasped for air and his eyelids fluttered open.
"You're alive," Harry slurred towards the headmaster, then promptly passed out.
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Upstairs in his room, Harry's body lay deathly pale as blood frothed out of his mouth.
Eyes open, yet not registering his surroundings nor its occupants hoarsely shouting for
him to awake. He could not hear them. He's senses were honed on something else much
more dire.
Meanwhile below them, Albus Dumbledore lay in a crumpled heap on the ground
surrounded by his Order members, half moon spectacles shattered and looking as frail as
his years.
Momentarily shocked, the members of the Order began scrambling to rescue their fallen
leader. Hastily casting healing charms and shouting for Severus to come bearing potions.
Remus rushed from room to room searching for Snape, his lungs burning and legs shaky
beneath him. His mentor, the Order of the Phoenix' leader was slowly slipping from life
and every second that passed made chances to save him less likely. Rushing around a
corner, Remus ran smack into Ron.
"Ron! Where's Professor Snape! It's urgent!" stammered Lupin, his breath hitching as he
reached to help Ron up hastily.
Ron looked shaken, his eyes red and his cheeks glistening with tears.
"Harry's not breathing," he said detached and swaying on his feet. "He had a vision and- and now he's not breathing."
Remus' world spun. Racing faster than he thought possible, he tore down the hall and
into Harry's room. Reality crashing down around him, the sight he saw haunted his mind
for years to come. Harry's limp body lay on his bed as Snape was doing everything in his
power to revive him. Small vials of potions littered the floor, tumbling off the bed as
Snape shook Harry's thin form with potent healing charms.
"Harry!" Remus cried, praying his voice would be enough to revive him. Snape turned
towards Lupin with wide eyes.
"Nothing is working! The boy isn't responding to anything!" he rushed, his usual
composure forgotten in a panic.
Remus scooped up the boy in his arms and cupped his cheek in his hand, warm blood still
dribbling down Harry's chin. Suddenly Remus jumped with a start, rushing out of the
room and clutching Harry close to his heart.
"What the hell are you doing?" called Snape following behind him.
"It's Albus! Harry had a vision of Albus! Harry's experiencing everything that Albus is."
Snape pounded down the hall behind Lupin. The threat of losing Dumbledore driving him
to new speeds. Robes whipping behind him, he finally reached the main floor where
McGonagall was trying to administer to her fallen friend as the Order rushed about trying
to find something that would help in any way.
The scene was frozen as the lifeless body of Harry Potter was carried into the room by a frazzled Remus. In the corner, Molly Weasley cried out and Hagrid who was already a mess burst into hitching sobs. Remus gently lowered Harry beside Dumbledore and nearly collapsed beside them, praying that something would happen. That they would both be fine. Severus crouched beside the headmaster, tilting his head back administering a healing potion. When nothing happened,
Snape cursed, crushing the vial in his hand.
Suddenly, as if nothing had ever been the matter with him, Albus Dumbledore sat up
looking perfectly healthy. His trademark sparkling eyes showed no knowledge that
moments ago, he had been near death. In the corner, Hagrid's sobs reached new heights.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked, turning to find the boy at his side, back arched right off the
ground as if he were being pulled by horrific marionette strings and the puppeteer was
Satan himself.
Placing his hands on either side of Harry's face, he turned and called to his Order
members.
"Hold his down!" he called.
Quickly Moody, Lupin and Snape clutched onto the boy's limbs trying desperately to
hold him down.
Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's brow and closed his eyes, murmuring a few
incoherent words.
Abruptly, Harry's convulsions stopped, he gasped for air and his eyelids fluttered open.
"You're alive," Harry slurred towards the headmaster, then promptly passed out.
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