AN: Sorry for the completely long wait, I just discovered this while going on ff.net a few days ago and realized it was mine! Since it's summer, I have time, so enjoy!

Chapter 5: Discoveries

He felt like he was floating on clouds, in the air and having his face be warmed by the beautiful rays of the sun. He wanted to spend the rest of his life just floating in instantaneous luxury with the ones he loved, but he knew, in doubt, that it was impossible. Someone was calling his name, the voice seemed like it was miles and miles away. It was like he was millions of miles down in the bottom of the ocean and the person was in heaven, a ways away above the clouds, stars, and planets. "Harry...Harry..." It was calling him, wanted him to come where the person was. "In a moment", He thought as he drifted onward into peaceful bliss...

"...happened...-ed healthy...-ppens now"

"...-ow...-mione...going to do....-t him..."

He heard the voices from the peaceful bliss that he slept in, if this even was sleep. The voices sounded to people that he cared about and he wondered why they weren't in the peaceful place he was and wondered if they were coming anytime soon. They were getting closer and he could make out whole sentences...the voices sounded very familiar and he could feel growing sensations in his lower abdomen and chest, painful marks of something that happened in the past but he didn't know what they were. A painful reminder of what happened before he got to the Land of Luxury...closer and closer he was coming to the voices...worse and worse the pains got...A pair of eyes snapped open in Suite 2 on the Sixth Floor named:

UNKNOWN:...............................................Sixth Floor

(unknown sicknesses and diseases acquired by unknown things)

A boy named Harry Potter looked around and saw...nothing. There was nobody around his bed. He was in an empty ward on the farthest bed next to the farthest window on the farthest end of the ward, it was very dark, the only light was coming from the door that lead out of the ward. Harry tried to movie around a bit but couldn't quite figure out a way because every time he flinched, searing pains would rush up and down, starting with his stomach. He winced, and then lowered himself back onto the mattress. Harry saw the door opening and quickly pretended to be sleeping as to not draw any attention to him. He heard many footsteps walk in the ward and a ray of light as the footsteps gathered speed and walked over to him, the people who belonged to the footsteps started speaking.

"I'm sorry Professor, I thought I heard moving, I thought...maybe finally, you know..." Hermione Granger spoke to another person moving next to her.

"That is quite alright Ms. Granger", came the soft, subtle voice of Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, "We all wish something would happen, but it looks like wishing is not going to bring him back, sometimes I hope that he will not wake up, then the affects of his actions will go unnoticed."

"Professor, you don't really mean that, I mean, it hasn't been that long, only about a week, he has to be cleared of all charges, like in his 5th year fighting off the dementors to save his cousin."

"Ah, that is the glory of the situation, he may not be cleared, but then again he might. The minister and I have tested his wand and it showed no shadows of the killing curse, which makes us think, if he was using a type of wandless magic, a type of magic that has not been used in years. This also has me wonder of he indeed did it without knowing it, I'm sure you know what this is, you seem to be a very clever witch and this is a very famous type of magic, but very, very rare to find in any wizard. I assume you know what type I am talking about, dear?" She did not speak; she knew indeed what type of magic her professor was talking about. Aculitamena is a magic that sustains wounds, jinxes, and other forms of harm that comes to the wizard. Then the professor spoke again, "Maybe you would like to go to the library and look up more on this...it is on the 8th floor", and with that last sentence she ran out of the ward. "You know Harry, you don't fool me..." came the words from Albus Dumbledore as he strode out of the ward and left a dumbstruck Harry lying there in pain.

What had Hermione been speaking of, why was she ever there, why was Dumbledore there, how did he know...These and more thoughts Harry thought as he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

DREAM

Harry was walking around an empty graveyard that was covered in smog and gloom sulking around it. The full moon was visible beyond the leafless trees blowing in the wind high above his head. He walked slowly along the winding path, turning around, he felt the sensation that he was being followed and watched. Before he could think of another thing his scar exploded with pain and he felt himself fall to the ground. Through the blinding pain he felt from his scar he could see a tombstone. Labeled Cedric Diggory, he felt his eyes well up with tears, from the pain, and from remorse. "Cedric I am so sorry! I didn't mean to kill you! I'm sorry it's my entire fault! It's my entire fault! If I could go back and change it I would, you were so much better than me! If it wasn't for me you would have won and would probably be in the States celebrating your winnings!" Harry screamed to the tombstone, deeply hoping it would forgive hi.

"Yes, Harry", he heard high-pitched nasty voice whisper, "It is all your fault and you should die."

"..V-Voldemort...get away from me-!", he shouted as he tried to stand up and reached in his pocket for his wand, only to discover that it was not there.

"Looking for this", Voldemort held up Harry's wand and waved it to Harry as though to make him jump up for it like a young child. Harry didn't know what to do, so he did the first thing that came to his mind: Kill Voldemort, with or without a wand. Harry put on a brilliant burst of speed toward Voldemort aiming his body as to tackle him on impact, but it was all to late as Voldemort shouted "Crucio!" Harry stopped dead in his tracks and fell to the ground, writhing in pain from the unforgiviable curse that has been bestowed upon him. But then, as quickly as it started, the pain was gone, and Harry rose to his feet. He looked up and saw a look of shock and surprise on the evil man's face. Voldemort was still concentrating and still had his wand risen to Harry. Voldemort had not lifted the curse from Harry Potter.

AN: wow I can't believe I actually continued this story. It all got started when I was on the phone with my best friend and she read it, liked it, and told me I should do it, so I was like what the hell why not. But please please please review because I love knowing if people like it or don't and what I should improve on. Thanks a ton!

Jessica