Ok guys, so here's chapter 2... I had to bring Snapey in cos I love him so much...yeh rite !! Lol

Here goes nothing...

Second Opinion

Harry had no way of measuring the expanse of time he found before him and although it felt like years that he lay there, barley conscious and simply breathing, for all he knew it could have been mere seconds. Most of this time his mind felt exhausted, confused and unable to think; his body no longer felt, it was simply a dull but constant pain his brain couldn't place. The voices around him seemed never to stop whispering, probing him though he could barley hear them...

"Didn't Dumbledor say he'd be back by now?" Sirius walked away from his Godson and stood opposite Remus Lupin in the hallway.

"Yes, well I suppose Snape must be quite hard to track down these days..."

"And Harry can't contend with orders from Voldemort," Sirius snapped as they exchanged a dark look.

"Look, Sirius...if Dumbledor thinks Harry's been poisoned in some way then Snape's the best man for the..."

"Poisoned? Cursed? Dumbledor doesn't have a clue and you know it!"

Lupin glanced into the living room, frowning slightly. "Harry will pull through...he's..."

"HE'S DYING!"

There was a stunned silence where Sirius and Lupin starred at each other. It was Sirius who looked away first.

"And if I've..."

Lupin cut him short: "Look, Sirius, perhaps Snape will..."

They were interrupted by a sudden cracking noise in the fire place which within seconds was explained by the appearance of Severus Snape. Once mutinous glares had been exchanged by all it was down to business.

"So...where's Potter?"

With a glance at Sirius' still bitter face Lupin answered swiftly: "Through here." He led Snape through to the living room where Harry was laying, apparently still asleep on the sofa. Sirius followed moodily.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked roughly.

Snape turned, an odd look on his face; "Black, surely even you can see that your dear Godson is a little...off colour?"

Sirius started forwarded but Lupin's hand came between them. "Let's just concentrate on Harry ok?"

Sirius subsided, breathing heavily as Snape knelt beside Harry, taping him sharply on the head! After a few moments, Snape, looking thoroughly, annoyed had backed off. "Well wake him up Black," he snapped irritably. Sirius didn't move for a moment. He made as if to speak but after a sharp look from Lupin walked over and, in turn, knelt next to the sofa and Harry.

"Harry, wake up."

As Harry heard Sirius' voice above him, he felt himself being shaken in conciseness, it was as if lights were going on in his head again. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, but with great effort, he managed to open his eyes.

"Alright?" He managed

Sirius frowned at him. "Harry...look," he was practically whispering, "you're not going to like this but..."

"OUT OF MY WAY BLACK! I HAVE NOT GOT ALL DAY!"

Harry's heart almost stopped; whatever had he done to deserve this? He sunk back down beneath his blankets as a blurred figure loomed above him and decided to give up on vision for the time being.

"Not you!"

Harry thought he heard Sirius laugh but Snape's voice, unquestionable and terrifying was cold as ever. "I'm afraid so Potter. Professor Dumbledor has asked me to come and find out what's the matter with you..."

"The matter with..."

"You. Yes." Above him, though Harry couldn't see it, he knew the trade mark sneer was forming on Snape's pallid face. The dead silence around them, told him Lupin was holding Sirius back.

"So," continued Snape, "I must ask...are you in any particular pain, Potter?"

Harry considered; his whole body still felt dull and aching, though the throbbing in his head still acute as ever. However, before he could even begin to form an answer, Snape had spoken again.

"You were hit by a curse?"

Harry found strength to nod.

He felt a hand on his chest and Snape was muttering above him. "....though the effects of it are not evident on you..." He paused as if considering Harry. "You're head...."

"Is pretty messed up yeah!" Harry started to hear his own words, which he had spat with some force, especially considering he felt so week. Again he heard the beginnings of a dog like laugh from above him.

"Indeed," snarled Snape. He had coaxed Harry over on his side, peering and pressing over his body. "And...what's this..."

"What's what?" Demanded Sirius, springing to life from the doorway.
Snape was staring at Harry's arm which was on top of a blanket. From the crook there was a long, thin cut, the cut Wormtail had made to retrieve Harry's blood and so revive Lord Voldemort.

"The knife which did this," began Snape, his long, cold fingers pressing Harry's skin, "is it possible, Potter, that the Dark Lord commanded it poisoned?"

Harry tensed up, hating Snape's touch and his words.

"Poisoned?" He repeated, weakly. "Why would he do that? He was going to kill me...he would have..."

"Yes," replied Snape coolly, "but a poison....well I don't expect you to understand Potter...but a poison does not always kill...it can slow it's victims down, slow their senses," he paused, and even with blurred vision Harry knew Snape was watching him closely, "make it harder for them to escape."

"Can you do anything for him?" This from Lupin. Snape pulled a small bottle from is robes. "He'll need to drink this...all of it, which may be a start. It's a pity for him that the rest will depend on strength of will..."

"And why should he drink anything you give him," came Sirius' deadly whisper.

Snape stood up and towards the fire place, placing the bottle on a table next to Harry's head. "Because if he doesn't Black," he said simply, grasping a handful of floo powder, "he will be dead by next week."

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