A/N: Well, this is it! I hope you enjoyed this fic!

Chapter 3

"Harry?" asked a soft, soothing voice.

Harry jerked from a doze and found Ginny peering worriedly into his eyes. Harry groaned in pain and reluctantly roused himself from the chair. His legs shook as he put weight on them, but after some time steadied somewhat. Harry coughed weakly and let Ginny help him to the portrait hole. When they reached it, Harry steadied himself and put on a "happy and healthy" face. Ginny opened the portrait and both of them climbed out. Harry shivered heavily as the cold air struck his fevered limbs, and his nose began to run. He furiously swiped at it with a tissue and put a light warming charm on himself to beat the nasty winds. Ginny waited patiently albeit worriedly as Harry stopped shaking and resumed walking with her.

The two made it down the seven flights of stairs and to the Great Hall when Harry sneezed softly. He quickly blew into a tissue and then walked in for breakfast. Ginny and Harry sat at the end of the Gryffindor table that was nearest to the Head table. The two students ate in silence, Harry having some soup and crackers, Ginny having the regular toast, eggs, and sausages.

Ron and Hermione joined them about ten minutes into their breakfasts, talking loudly; or so it seemed to Harry. Not wanting to know that he was ill, Harry asked them to quiet down a little because he still had a headache. His friends were obedient though they exchanged curious and worried glances when they caught Ginny's worried face and Harry's slumped body. Hermione and Ron also noticed Harry's meal, but said nothing about it, quietly agreeing that Harry had something more than just a headache.

Harry made his way to his last class of the day, Transfiguration, feeling utterly exhausted and miserable. He was right in presuming that it would be a long one. His first class had been Potions, unluckily and luckily, and he had been lucky not to blow up his potion. Surprisingly he had only made two mistakes. One was because he had to stifle a sneeze, and the other was because he had accidentally stirred the potion 20 times instead of 19. Snape seemed surprised at the blue potion that Harry handed in, it should have been pink, because Harry had gotten a lot better at making potions since he joined the Order. Harry gave him a tired and sheepish smile before going to his desk to clear up his ingredients.

The next class was History of Magic, where he took a most-needed nap, and let Hermione take notes. She seemed to be worried about him, and he had no doubt that she had found out that he was sick and running a pretty high fever. His suspicions were confirmed when she woke him up after class. It was only the two of them in the classroom, even Binns was gone, and she felt his forehead before he got up.

"Harry, your fever is really too high. Shouldn't you go to bed and rest? Ginny, Ron, and I are all really worried. Even Professor Snape seems to have noticed something," said Hermione as she felt his forehead.

"I'll be okay Hermione," said Harry in a tired voice. Actually, he was incredibly congested and hoarse, but the concealing charms did their job, "I promised Ginny that I would go to bed after classes and Head Boy duties. I'll take care of myself. She even forbid me from going to the Order meeting."

"All right, but let me know if you need something. If you want help, I'll help you with your homework tonight," offered Hermione. She understood that he was behind in classes and wanted to help her friend as much as she could.

"Thanks. Let's go to lunch," said Harry.

Harry had then proceeded in going to lunch and having some soup and water, before heading off to Charms. There, they took notes on various complicated charms and charm work. Harry was relieved that they weren't doing a practical class where he would have to stand.

At the moment, he was heading to McGonagall's class, exhausted and extremely sicker than that morning. When he went in, he headed to his usual seat and sat down heavily, and rested his head on his desk, not caring who saw.

When the class started, Harry struggled to stay awake and seem alive, though it was obvious to the professor that he was not feeling 100 fine. After class, Harry went up to Professor McGonagall to tell her that he would not be going to the Order meeting when Fawkes appeared in front of her in a flash of fire.

Fawkes trilled to Harry, briefly relieving him of his pain, before disappearing again, leaving Minerva with a note.

Minerva,

Collect as many Order members as you can find. There is an emergency meeting right now at Headquarters. All must come; NO EXCEPTIONS. –Albus

"Mr. Potter, hurry up and come with me. We need to collect Professors' Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, and Lupin. There is an emergency Order meeting right now at Headquarters," said Minerva.

Harry forgot about his illness and immediately began worrying. He followed her to get the professors, even though he felt worse by the second. After around twenty minutes of walking, all the professors were collected and they Floo-ed to 12 Grimmauld Place, the Order headquarters.

They all made their way down to the basement and sat in their respective chairs, awaiting the rest of the group. Albus was there, as well as Moody, Jones, Tonks, and Fletcher. Many other members were there and Harry relaxed in his chair, shivering slightly at the cold of the basement. He leaned against the chair back and rested his heavy head on the top of it.

He felt miserable. His head was heavy, stuffy, and thick with pain and a fuzziness he couldn't get rid of. His nose was about to fall off, or so it seemed, since it was so sore, stuffed up, runny, and congested. His cold seemed to focus more on his chest where he felt pain when he coughed or sneezed, and his throat was aching, sore, and rough. His whole body felt heavy with fatigue, fever, and pain. His fever was high, but not deliriously high, and due to that he felt cold and achy. He was fully congested and slightly queasy, which hinted that he might have the flu.

When everyone finally arrived, Albus started the meeting, and Harry tried to pay attention and concentrate on the words that were penetrating through his foggy head.

"I have called this emergency meeting because we have just received word that Voldemort is planning to attack St. Mungo's Hospital within the week. I want all of you to fight, so you must be ready at any time to fight. All right, I want to break everyone into groups. Some will plan the various strategies, some will plan who is on the defensive team and the offensive team, and the last group will take care of alerting Order members and organizing able Healers to come to the base for healing during the battle. Before you join your groups, I want the inner circle to meet with me. All right, spilt up!" ordered Dumbledore.

All of a sudden, noise broke out as people moved to their respective groups. Harry stood and waited while the rest of the group arrived, so they could talk with Dumbledore.

"I will let you all know as soon as I hear word of the battle. You will each contact your set group of people to alert them to the battle. I want three Hogwarts teachers to guard Hogwarts, three Aurors to guard the Ministry, and we will have other people situated at different locations around England to prevent a diversion. All right? Good luck," said Dumbledore.

Before Harry could go to his group, he felt his headmaster's hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, is everything all right? You don't seem like yourself this evening," whispered the man kindly.

Harry turned around and looked in his teacher's eyes. At the moment, he felt to ill to pretend to be healthy. He sighed and said, "No, I don't feel well at all Professor. I've been coming down with something for the past few days."

Dumbledore worriedly made Harry sit down and felt his forehead. He gasped and exclaimed quietly, "My god child! You are burning up! I want you to go back to Hogwarts and go straight to Madam Pomfrey. I don't want to see you at the battle if you are not well enough, understood?"

Harry nodded to his mentor's stern words and thanked the man before heading towards the fireplace. He left without attention and went straight to the hospital wing after arriving at the school. He removed the concealment charms and let the overzealous nurse tuck him into a bed and force-feed him potions. After the matron left, Ginny came into the wing, looking frantic and worried.

She saw Harry in bed and sighed in relief.

"Harry, I got so worried when you were missing. Thank god, you had the sense to come here. What happened?" she asked.

"There was an emergency Order meeting, and I had to go. Dumbledore was worried about me and sent me back after he gave the important announcements," said Harry, sleepily. His eyes were closing and he was on the brink of sleep.

"Well, at least you can get better now. I can see that you are tired. I'll come back in the morning, okay? Try not to anger Madam Pomfrey too much," said Ginny before she kissed him on his forehead.

Harry nodded gently and curled up more in bed. Ginny watched as the man she loved fell asleep, looking like an angel. She kissed him again before leaving the hospital wing quietly.

The End

A/N: This is the Disclaimer for the entire fic, because I forgot to put this in the beginning:

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the ideas that come with it. They all belong to Ms. Rowling.
The only thing I have owned was this plot-line.