Author's Note: Ello, Thank you all for the reviews. I'm sorry, if my chapters are short and that it takes me forever to update, but I'm doing my best so please just stick with me here ok. Jesse.
"But…there's got to be something we can do right?" Harry said horrified.
"We're going to try." Dumbldore said.
"Then what can I do to help?" Harry asked.
"Take this book and see if you can find a spell that will ease (sp?) the pain." Dumbldore said handed Harry a book.
After three hours of pouring over the book Harry thought he had found what he was looking for. As he walked out of the sitting room and down the hall to his Dad's hospital room, Harry could have sworn that he heard voices. "James, what the heck did you do?" Harry knew that voice anywhere it was Sirius.
"I did what I had to do Pads." James answered.
"But old medicine (sp?) James that stuff is dangerous." Sirius said. Old medicine? Harry thought.
"Not if you know what you're doing." James said.
"But you don't… didn't know what you were doing." Sirius said.
"Yes I did Sirius." James snapped.
"No James you didn't. You think you did but you didn't." Sirius said softly. Harry turned and left, he didn't know what old medicine was but he was going to find out.
Harry walked back into the sitting room and over to where Hermione had her nose in a book. "Hermione do you know what old medicine is?" Harry asked.
Harry watched as the book Hermione was reading fell to the ground. As she looked up at him she whispered, "Old medicine be it muggle or wizard is dangerous. It's not something you want to use. Even thou sometimes it is still used today. In the middle of a war on a battlefield when and where you can't get medical aid when you need it."
Harry was about to ask Hermione just how dangerous old medicine was when a scream torn though the air. Harry's head snapped up, his eyes locked on the clock that hung on the wall, 12: 00 p.m. " Dad." Harry said has he ran out of the room and down the hall.
Author's Note: Ello, I will try to update by the end of the week. Jesse.
