Well, I got off my ass and decided to add another chapter…even though I got 0 reviews. *Tears start to come from her eyes* No! No! It's ok! It's not like I feel un-loved or anything! Really!

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Harry awoke groggily to look into the eyes of Professors McGonnagol, Snape and Dumbledore. He looked at them, wondering what they were doing at his room at the Dursleys. Suddenly it hit him what had happened and he groaned and turned his head to the side. Partially because his head hurt and partially because the lights of the Hospital wing were blinding him. They seemed to understand and the lights were turned down. Harry sat up a little and reached for his glasses. Once they were on Harry looked at the professors.

"How long have I been out?" he asked.

"Only for a few hours. Poppy healed most of your wounds but there are bound to be some that she doesn't know about. She wanted to so a full look over but had to wait until you re-awoke to do it." Professor Dumbledore answered him.

Harry nodded then asked another question. "H-How are the Dursleys?" He asked, dreading the answer.

"Well, Dudley is up and about, staying in Gryffindor tower. Your aunt was in severe shock but is now sleeping.," McGonnagol seemed rather reluctant to tell the next part", Harry, your Uncle is dead…his heart just gave in under the Crutiaus(please help me if I am spelling this wrong!) Curse." She said, just above a whisper.

Harry sighed and put his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair and took a few deep breathes.

"This is all my fault" He muttered.

"No, no it's not Harry. Listen to me, you fought as hard as you could have Harry. If you hadn't fought then you would be sharing a cell with the Dursleys. They would be far worse off, Harry. Remember what I told you in your first year?" Dumbledore asked him.

"To the well organized mind, Death is but the next great adventure" Harry rattled off. ", Yeah, but what about a non-organized mind, professor?" Harry said with a cheeky smile and a raised eyebrow.

Professor McGonnagol and Dumbledore laughed while Snape sighed exasperatedly and said,"Of course! Only Potter could get himself blown-up and still act like a total idiot!"

Harry stuck his tongue out at Professor Snape and Snape stuck his out back at him. Harry held his mouth open with his fingers and crossed his eyes. Snape copied him again. They continued this face-making competition, much to Dumbledore and McGonnagols amusement, until Madame Pomfrey came in.

"Oh your awake! The school year hasn't even started and you're in here already" She said as soon as she walked in. She pulled out a golden ball and held it to his forehead.

"Umm…not to be rude or anything…what is that?" Harry asked. A moment later a sheet of paper came out of a printer-thing near the bed.

"This will show your health stats. It shows every ailment in your body. Anything wrong with it." She explained, looking over the list. Harry's eyes grew wide.

"Umm…Madame Pomfrey. If that thing is going to tell you then I think that I should tell you something." Harry said. She continued to read the list but frowned at something. Harry shut his eyes.

"You've found it…ok umm…now before you freak out Madame Pomfrey do you think that we could send Professor Dumledore and company into the hallway…for now only, of course" Harry stuttered. She nodded offhandedly and the three professors' left, giving them curious looks. There was silence for a moment before Madame Pomfrey began to speak.

"Harry, when were you planning on telling me this? You have to get treatment for this and…didn't you know how dangerous keeping this to yourself was? I just don't understand…" She exclaimed. Harry sighed.

"Listen," he began to explain ", I just found out over the summer. I got one of those postcards in the mail because the doctors were wondering why I hadn't seen them in seven years. So I went and one thing led to another and suddenly, I have cancer! I don't know where it came from, but the Dursley's refused treatment for me. I guess they thought it was a waste of money or something" he shrugged it off "It's no big deal, really" Madame Pomfrey nearly exploded.

"No big deal? NO BIG DEAL? Are you kidding me? Well, don't think that you're going to get away with this! You are starting treatment immediately, twice a week! Maybe less when you begin school but you are getting treatment for this! And don't think that by not showing up you can escape treatment because I will get someone to find you, am I clear?" She asked. Harry nodded numbly.

"Good," she huffed ", you start treatment tomorrow"

"And I guess we have to tell the other teachers, huh?" he asked.

"Of course!" She exclaimed, walking towards the door to retrieve the professors. They filed in looking a bit confused but took seats and waited for Madame Pomfrey to begin speaking. She looked at them as if she was ready to kill.

"It seems that our Mr. Potter has been keeping a secret from everybody all summer" She stared at Harry for a long moment. He, in turn, sighed and shut his eyes and leaned back into the pillows. They stared at him a bit curiously but looked at Madame Pomfrey. She held the list in front of his face and pointed to something

"Read that." She stated. He looked closer and read it out loud.

"Diffuse Histoitic Lymphoma" he read then looked back at Madame Pomfrey "I hope not to sound ignorant, but what is this?" he asked politely.

"Diffuse Histoitic Lymphoma is a type of cancer." She announced. Dumbledore remained calm whiled McGonnagol gasped and Snape stared at him. Dumbledore turned to him.

"Is this true, Harry?" He asked, seriously. Harry sighed.

"yes, but it's not that big of a deal, alright!" he said exasperated.

"Harry, you have a deadly disease! You could die!" McGonnagol cried out.

"I could die from falling down the stair! I could die from falling off of my broom! Voldemort could come into the room right now and kill me!" Harry cried.

"Yes, but those things can not be treated or cured, or helped in any way" Snap tried to reason with him (Man, Snape is acting very OOC in here! *shrugs* oh well, It's my story!)

Harry made a noise that was a mix between a cry and a sigh and fell back onto the bed. It was going to be a long summer.

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