CHAPTER 6

The next morning, Achilles woke up to a very bad headache. He went back to his room and changed into his robes after having a good shower.

However, he was having a hangover and it was real bad. He went into the living room to get some breakfast, staggering all the way.

'Achilles, you ok? What happen last night?' Sam asked.

'Nothing… I just needed to distress…'

'How many fire whisky you drank yesterday?' Sam asked immediately.

'Not much… about 10?'

'Ok… Let's get you to bed…' Sam said while he and Patroclus helped Achilles to bed.

'Do you think it's because of Voldermort?' Patroclus asked softly.

'I dunno… Something tells me that it is… Come on, we've got classes to attend to…' They left Achilles and went to their classes.

The days quickly passed by and soon, it was the Qudditch season. The first match was Gryffindor against Slytherin. The Gryffindor team captain was Harry and Slytherin was Malfoy. Apparently, Achilles had bought the team each new broomsticks, Trojan Horse. The Slytherins were all in a state of shock as they only owned a Nimbus 2001 each. Even Malfoy couldn't afford a Trojan Horse.

'Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to today's match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin!' Lee Jordan shouted to the mike. Although Lee Jordan and the twins had already graduated, they still help out in the castle and Lee help to comment on the Qudditch games.

'Are those Trojan Horse the Gryffindor team are riding? Yes… they are! The Slytherins are sure to lose badly in today's game.'

'Jordan, could you be less biased on commenting?' McGonagall sneered.

'Sorry Professor! Oh Gryffindor scores! Their new chasers, Granger, Weasley and Longbottom are really fast on those new broomsticks!'

The match carried on for an hour, Gryffindor scoring 200 points and counting while Slytherin were held to nil. They were too fast for them. Harry was flying around looking for the snitch when he spotted it in the stands. He made a dash for it but Malfoy was behind him. Both of them were head to head when a cold eerie feeling filled the air.

Suddenly, someone shouted, 'Dementors!' Everyone screamed and rushed to get back to the castle. There was panic everywhere.

'Everyone, back to the castle!' Dumbledore said through his magnified voice, he then turned to Achilles and said, 'Can you handle this?'

'That's what I'm here for,' Achilles replied. Dumbledore nodded his head and went back to the castle.

They stood in front of the castle, awaiting for Voldermort or the leader to show up. Soon, a short and fat man with a sliver hand came out, together with a tall blond man. Both parties walked out to the front, Achilles and his friends each riding a horse.

'Pettigrew, Malfoy, to what do I owe this pleasure?' Achilles sneered.

'My prince, the Dark Lord seeks the return of his son,' Malfoy said, smirking.

His friends gave puzzled look on their faces, not knowing that Achilles is Voldermort's son.

'Tell Voldermort that his son is dead!'

'Oh, but we can't. You see, my Prince, we were given specific orders to bring you back even if it is by force!' With that, the dementors and death eaters charged towards them.

Achilles headed to kill the death eaters with their swords while the rest rushed to kill the dementors. Achilles worked quickly, slaying them one by one, showing them no mercy, bringing out the destructiveness in him. Soon, he came face to face with Pettigrew and Malfoy.

'Impressive but not good enough, the dark lord's mercy has its limits.'

'And I have seen the limits of his mercy!' Achilles attacked both death eaters. He was slightly exhausted from fighting the other death eaters but he fought on bravely, attacking them with sharp and accurate attacks.

Finally, Achilles managed to injured Pettigrew but had a large slash across his chest. Malfoy knew that they would lose, quickly grabbed Pettigrew and portkeyed back to the dark lord.

Patroclus and the others quickly slayed the dementors and rushed to Achilles who had fallen to the ground, his chest bleeding profusely.

'Cousin! Oh god…'

'Achilles!' Briseis screamed when she saw him in a pool of blood.

'We have to get him to the castle now! He's losing a lot of blood!' Sam shouted and almost immediately, Rave and Sam transported them to the Entrance Hall. There, Dumbledore and the Order had their wands on them but quickly put it away when they saw it was Sam and the rest.

'What happened?' Dumbledore asked worriedly.

'We can't explain now, Achilles needs to get to the Hospital wing immediately!' Jon said quickly.

Dumbledore nodded and led the way.

'Promfrey, please help him…'

'God! What happened!' the patron exclaimed.

Jon and Rave laid him down carefully, then helping Promfrey to stop the bleeding. She ripped out his shirt and gasped at the large slash across his chest.

'All of you, out! I only want Jon, Rave and Sammie to be here.'

They left hastily, not wanting to interrupt the patron from doing her job. The three friends quickly did their best to help her. The rest waited outside, praying and hoping that Achilles would be fine. Emili, Sam and Patroclus were seen trying to comfort Briseis, who was crying.

Finally, after a few hours, Promfrey came out with the three of them. They were bombarded with a lot of questions.

'Silence! Mdm Promfrey, is Achilles alright?' Dumbledore said. Immediately, all of them fell silent, wanting to hear the response.

'Headmaster, we managed to stop the bleeding and bandaged to wound but he's still in coma. I'm afraid that his attacker had used a poisoned sword to make that slash. His pulse is very weak, he might… he might die…'

'Can we see him now?'

'Yes, try to call for his name so that he might wake soon, but only a few at a time.'

'Briseis, let's go in first,' Patroclus said after getting a nod from Dumbledore.

Achilles was inside a private room which has a glass panel whereby people can look into it. Everyone went into the Wing but did not go into the room.

'Achilles… wake up… please wake up… I'm so sorry… Achilles… please…' Briseis cried. However, there was no response.

'Cousin, wake up… please wake up…'

'Achilles…. You're strong… wake up… come on… wake up…' Sam said.

They called his name but it was all in vain. Jon and Rave went out to call Dumbledore.

'Professor, maybe you should go in.'

Dumbledore nodded and went in. Patroclus and Sam help Briseis up and turn to leave the room, giving Dumbledore privacy.

'Achilles, all your friends are waiting for you. You don't want to keep them waiting right?' Dumbledore let a small smile, 'Wake up… everyone wants you to awake… Briseis needs you and the rest of us… Patroclus hasn't complete his training with you yet. Think of Harry, how could you leave your brother?'

Just then, Harry received the news of Achilles and rushed to the Hospital Wing with his housemates, Ravenclaws, the Hufflepuffs and a handful of Slytherins.

Dumbledore quickly went out and told them what had happened. Even though Achilles spent little time teaching the students, he had became their favorite Professor.

'Can we go in Professor?' Harry asked urgently.

Harry and the gang went in.

'Achilles…please…wake up… you haven taught us for even a month… don't go yet…' Harry whispered through his tears.

The days slowly passed, Achilles showing no sign of recovery. Dumbledore had the room guarded 24/7 and his fellow Jedis accompanied him, talking to him, trying their very best to wake him up.

Classes resumed but the majority students could not concentrate as their minds were thinking about Achilles. Almost everyday, students will flock into see him, and the trio, together with Ginny, Neville and Luna visited Achilles everyday.