Okay so people did not like my original chapter 5, so here is going to be the boring….adjusted one.

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"Harry he's got a pulse!" Ron cried "It's weak, but still, it's there!"

"We've got get him inside!" Harry exclaimed, panicked. "Call an ambulance or something!"

"What's an ambulance?" Ron asked curiously, forgetting for a moment that Malfoy was slowly dying in front of him.

"I'll tell you later. Help me with him will you?" Harry yelled at Ron. It was a miracle none of the neighbors had heard the racket they were making. Ron nodded and obviously thinking the same as Harry, hurriedly took the lead, grabbing Draco's feet, while Harry lifted Malfoy up by his arms.

Like this they dragged Draco's body across the street, as fast as they could, – he was surprisingly heavy, noticing how much blood he'd lost – gasping and stumbling. Finally they reached the house; Ron gasped the password and pushed open the door quickly with his shoulder.

"Hermione? Ginny? Tonks? Lupin? Anyone?" Ron yelled in alarm, while letting the body drop to the floor.

Ginny and Hermione came running to see what was going on; spotted Draco and gasped.

"Harry? Ron? Why is he---?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"He and Snape-" Ron started.

"Had a fight-"

"Draco said he hated Vold-uhhh-mort…"

"Because he killed his parents or something." Harry explained, still clutching his side.

"So when Snape was gone."

"We grabbed Draco." Harry finished breathlessly.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged horrified looks.

"Is he hurt?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Of course he is hurt! He rebelled against Lord Voldemort, so Snape got all killers on him!" Ron snapped irritably.

"Sorry." Hermione muttered under her breath.

"Anyways, is he going to die?" Ginny asked concerned, stepping forward.

"I dunno… probably… WHERE THE HELL IS LUPIN?" Harry yelled frustrated, trying to stem the flow of the bleeding wound.

"Relax Harry, I'm here."

"Oh thank Merlin." Ron sighed.

"What's wrong with him? Tell me everything what happened." Lupin ordered while crouching down beside them.

"We'll tell you later, can you just make sure that he will be alright?"

Lupin nodded and started analyzing Draco with his eyes. They narrowed and grew wide again. He seemed to be thinking frantically for a solution.

"Take him upstairs, I'll be right there." He said curtly to Harry and Ron, and then he turned to Hermione and Ginny. "You two, get some wet towels, icy cold preferably."

They did as they were told, while Lupin hurried to the kitchen and ripped open the cupboards. Where are the bloody herbs? He grabbled impatiently through the drawers until he found what he was looking for; a small flask of deep burgundy liquid and pouch full of desiccated leaves. He hurried back upstairs to his own room, where Draco lay on his bed.

Annoyed, Lupin had half the intention to move the young boy onto another bed, but could not be bothered. He fell to his knees next to the bed and started unbuttoning Draco's shirt. Harry and Ron watched silently from the corner. Lupin finally got the blood stained shirt off when Hermione and Ginny came back with a basket full of moist towels.

"Excellent. Hermione, could you press these towels one by one to Draco's head….Ginny make sure that she doesn't run out of them….Ron, go write a letter to your parents, to Tonks, to Alastor Moody, to Popelinda Pompfrey, to Minerva McGonagall….and tell them what happened and to come here as soon as possible…..Harry, while I 'm busy trying to keep Malfoy alive, could you please tell me what happened?" Lupin asked quickly, dabbing the wound with one of the towels. While Ron and Ginny left the room; Hermione pressed the towels soothingly to Draco's head, and Harry started talking.

"Ron and I went out for a walk." He started, like telling a little child some made up story.

Lupin nodded, taking the leaves out of the pouch and grinding them between his fingers above Draco's wound.

"We heard voices, familiar voices, so we hid in the bushes and listened."

Slowly, all the leaves were grinded, and resting in and on top of the gash.

"It was a fight between Snape and Malfoy. Apparently Voldemort killed Malfoy's parents as punishment for failing to kill Dumbledore……"

Lupin was now rubbing some malodorous ointment around the cut.

"Draco said he hated Voldemort, and Snape got mad…..so Snape stabbed Malfoy and left him behind."

Lupin took out the flask of red liquid and was slowly pouring it into the wound. Malfoy's body started to twitch, as if he was in pain. Which he probably was, come to think of it.

"That's all?" Lupin asked, looking up and turning to Harry. Harry nodded, "I think Malfoy is banished from the dark side." He stated silently. "Yes, I think so too." Lupin agreed bitterly.

Harry fell silent again while Ginny came into the room carrying more towels.

"That'll do Ginny, that'll do. Please help Ron write those letters." Lupin requested, not even looking at Ginny. She nodded curtly behind his back and ran once more out of the room.

"Is he going to live?" Harry asked quietly from his corner.

"I hope so, but I can't help him alone, I hope Poppy comes soon." Lupin answered, holding his wand above the slash.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked curiously.

"The leaves and the ointment are for healing the wound….or taming the infection, the liquid is dragon blood; Dragon blood when dried, can form a second, much stronger skin….that helps the healing process and stops the bleeding." Lupin explained briefly, "Now I'm making the blood dry."

Hermione's eyes gleamed with interest; Harry could see that she really want to help with the actual healing. "What are the towels for?" he could not help ask, hoping that a useful reply would cheer Hermione up. "They are calming, and cooling Malfoy down. He is in a state of shock, besides, I presume it was a poisonous dagger, this might prevent any developing illnesses."

Ron and Ginny came back into the room. "The letters are sent, now it's a matter of time before….anyone comes." Ron announced.

So they waited. Half an hour passed when they heard the front door open. Harry came down to see who it was.

In the hallway stood Alastor Moody, Tonks, Madame Pomprey and the Weasley's.

"Minerva couldn't come." Mad-eye announced. Harry nodded curtly and looked at the others.

"The letter said that you found Draco Malfoy and that he is hurt…is it true?" Tonks asked, stepping towards the stairs. "Yes." Harry answered. "Is he… is he on our side now?" Molly asked worriedly. "Well…." Harry started uncertainly. "He isn't on the dark side any more."

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Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron were sitting at the dusty kitchen table, not talking, just waiting… waiting to know if he was going to live or not. Everyone else was upstairs, trying to help Malfoy. So Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione were sent away to play the waiting game. Harry wanted to object, but Ginny pulled him away when she saw Lupin's face.

Harry was silently sipping his butter beer while the other three were playing muggle cards. Hermione was winning, since she was the only one who played it before in her life. He wanted to scream at them. Someone was dying, would probably die, and they were, playing a game. He didn't see how they could look so calm. Sure, they all hated Malfoy, but if he was going to die… Harry didn't want to think of that possibility. He hated him, sure, but who would he have to hate now? Who would bring him into so many detentions? He made a face, and in an attempt to get Malfoy out of his head, watched the three of them play.

Ron was paining over his cards whereas Ginny and Hermione were silently chatting.

"Do you think he will live?" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"I don't know." Ginny replied, secretly glancing at Hermione's cards.

"What would happen when he wakes up?" Hermione continued. If he wakes up, Harry wanted to say.

"He would be in shock and doubtlessly kill himself." Ginny replied dully.

Ron snorted.

"Do you think he'll stay with us?" Hermione asked again.

"I hope not." This time it was Ron answering.

"Maybe, he has no where else to go." Harry said silently.

The others turned to him, "Whadoya mean with that?" Ron asked dumbstruck.

"That he might…..actually….stay with us…." Harry retorted. If he lives.

"And what about the journey?" Ginny asked quickly, getting up and sneak-a-peaking at Ron's cards without any one but Harry noticing.

"We'll see about that later." Hermione said matter-of-factly.

Harry looked at her quizzically.

"First the apperation test."

"Oh, that." Ron sighed sadly.

"I'm sure you'll do fine." Ginny said comfortingly, patting her brother on the back, and re-glancing at his cards.

"Anyways, I'm sure Malfoy is not that bad…." Hermione said conversationally.

Ron and Ginny chocked. "Excuse me?"

"I said, he's probably not that bad." She repeated.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, he did defy Voldemort…….so I suppose deep down he is good."

"Actually I agree with Hermione." Harry spoke up, glad to have something to say. "Yeah, okay, Malfoy has done some shitty stuff…but I heard him back there….and it was….well lets say I agree with Hermione."

Ron shrugged. "Suppose."

They stayed silent. No one spoke until Tonks appeared, and then everyone looked up at her quickly. She had a grim look on her face.

"Is he going to live?" Ginny asked breathlessly.

"I…-" Tonks said.

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Whooo took me a long time. Here you go Meike… little cliffy at the end… : ) Mzzlz,

Luv,

M

Don't we all love my best friend Marjorie for beta-ing my story?¿

Well I'm sure you are all singing; all hail Marjorie, right now, which she deserves, so go ahead;

ALL HAIL MARJORIE!

I'd also like to thank the reviewers who made me realize my last chapter was absolute crap.