Author's note: I've always really liked this story, and I want to finish this before Half-Blood prince comes out. I'm going to try and finish it, and I'm going to come through later and fix up the previous chapters. They need some serious help. Currently I am looking for someone to help edit my stories, because I rarely have time to do it myself. If you're interested, AIM me at Neopyro000 or email me at Thanks!

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

Chapter six

Harry didn't actually have any intention of reading. The events of the last few days needed to be pondered about, and now he had some free time to do it in. Harry crawled back into his bed, propped himself up with a pillow, and let his mind wander.

'Why aren't I dead?' He asked himself 'I got crushed by an eighteen wheeler and hit with a killing curse on the same day. By all rights I should be six feet under right now.'

'And why am I staring at Ginny now? It's only been a month since school let out. She can't have changed that much…'

Harry pondered until his head hurt. He crawled out of bed and got his things ready so he could shower after Ginny was done. Just as he managed to locate a towel, the bathroom door swung open with a cloud of steam, followed by Ginny. She was only wearing a towel. Harry felt his cheeks heat up. He mumbled something about hot water and shuffled past her into the shower.

'What was that all about?' he wondered as he climbed into the shower.

:Elsewhere:

"Why isn't Potter dead?" Voldemort hissed to his cowering servants.

"I don't know my lord!" Nott wailed. "I hit him with a killing curse and he fell to the ground! I thought he was dead."

"Wrong answer. Crucio!" Voldemort growled.

Nott screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Master! Please don't!" Nott howled.

"Kill him." Voldemort told Avery. "He is not worth my effort."

"Yes master." Avery said with a bow. "Avadra Kedavra!"

With a flash of green light, Nott stopped moving.

:Back at Hogwarts:

"Harry! Are you all right? Harry? HARRY!" Ginny yelled.

Ron was shaking him. "Mate are you all right?"

"I'll go get Dumbledore!" Hermione said, running off.

Harry's eyes fluttered open.

"Can't a guy pass out in the shower in peace?" Harry said cheekily.

"Not when you're planning on screaming like that." Ron said with a grin. "Ginny stop peeking."

"Oh!" Ginny said, turning bright red. She turned and fled the bathroom.

Harry smirked and pulled himself to his feet.

"So what's you-know-who up to?" Ron asked, averting his eyes.

"He killed off Nott." Harry said. "Tell everyone I'll explain when I get out."

"Ok Mate." Ron said on his way out. "Glad you're okay by the way."

"Me too Mate. Me too." Harry replied.

'Man.' Harry thought. 'I would kill for a day that was boring. Why does everything have to be so bloody interesting? And what are those weird lumps on my shoulder blades?'

A few minutes later, Harry left the bathroom, fully dressed. It seemed that Hermione had gathered half the staff of Hogwarts and all of them were awaiting an explanation.

Professor Snape, Professor McGonnagall, Professor Moody (Who was taking over the Defense against the Dark Arts position this term) Headmaster Dumbledore, Madame Pomefrey, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were all standing around with tense looks upon their faces.

There was a strangely awkward silence as Harry walked out of the bathroom and put his bath supplies away.

"Well?" Snape snapped.

"Well what?" Harry asked.

"Why did Miss. Granger see fit to drag us all out of our beds at this god-awful hour?" Prof. McGonnagall finished.

"Oh. I had a scar vision. Voldemort killed Nott." Harry said.

"That's it? That's why she saw fit to wake all of us in a panic?" the Professor demanded. " UGH!"

McGonnagall stormed from the room.

"She's touchy early in the morning." Dumbledore pointed out.

"I see that." Harry responded. "Anyway, apparently I was screaming in agony and flailing around. It's a really big false alarm."

Moody mumbled something about security, wolves and vigilance before clomping away. Snape glided away briskly and Dumbledore gave a cheery wave before walking off in the direction of his office.

"I need to speak with you Potter." Madame Pomefrey said tersely. "Follow me."

Harry turned and followed the old nurse out of the hospital wing and into her medical supply storage room. She shut the door and put a silencing charm on the room to keep others from listening.

"Potter. Do you know why you're here?" she asked.

"No." Harry replied. "Why?"

"Harry Potter, when you came into my ward yesterday, your body had no vital signs. No heartbeat, no pulse and you weren't breathing. You were completely and totally dead. No wizard or muggle has ever been brought back when they were that far gone. But you woke up. I gave you a dreamless sleep potion. Enough to keep you asleep for the next three days. But you wake up after eighteen hours and are acting as if nothing ever happened. Why?"

"I don't know…" Harry said. "Maybe I just have an immunity to the killing curse."

"Very well Potter. Keep your secrets." she said, seeing through his lie. She opened the door and stalked off, leaving him with a lot on his mind.

'I should have asked about those lumps on my back.' he thought.

He walked slowly back towards his friends. His mind was full of too many thing.

'I need a Pensieve.' Harry thought.

Author's note: How was it? What does everyone think?