Harry found that the deserted halls of Hogwarts were rather disturbing during the summer. Harry kept getting the feeling that all the students would jump out of hiding places and scream "Surprise!" Harry chuckled at the thought of 1,000 students jumping out from behind tapestries with party hats on and noisemakers.

A quick glance at his watch revealed that he had merely an hour until he was to begin treatment. He quickly picked up speed and found himself outside of the broom shed on the quidditch pitch. Harry paused for a moment, remembering that his beloved firebolt had been destroyed, along with most of his possessions, minus those under his hidden floorboard. He would simply have to make do with a school broom.

After taking to the air, Harry remembered what it felt like to ride for leisure. He rarely did it anymore, mostly he rode for competitive reasons. Harry found a comfortable position on the broom (Hard to do, let me tell you) and drifted for a while, pondering the sudden turn of events. He found himself thinking of his uncle.

His uncle had always hated Harry. In fact, Harry had vivid memories of his Uncle putting his theory of magic being 'nothing a good beating can't cure' to good use. He had spent most of his childhood and part of his teen years attempting to please him. Now he was dead. While part of his mind was clouded with guilt, another part was being reasonable. His uncle had been an unhappy, ignorant person who feared what he didn't understand. That fear was accompanied by hatred and scorn. Still, Harry wished that he had set things straight with him before he was killed. Now with the prophesy, not to mention the cancer, it seemed to Harry that he was running out of time. His Aunt and cousin were here. Perhaps while they were in his world Harry could show them the great things he could do and hopefully set his affairs in order with his family…perhaps even earn some love in return?

Harry decided that this summer would be spent culturing the remaining Dursleys to the wizarding world and to the real Harry. Once that was settled, Harry banished all morbid thoughts and concentrated on nothing as he floated lazily in the sky.

An hour and a half later found Harry scrambling to the ground as he realized that he was late for his appointment with Madame Pomfrey. As he ran up the grounds to Hogwarts he paused for a moment. He then mounted his broom and flew through the great oak doors. This certainly made travel faster and Harry wondered why he had never thought of it before. Racing through the halls and up stairs he was breathless as he screeched to a stop out side of the doors of the hospital wing. He quickly tried to catch his breath and flatten his hair so it looked less windblown. He opened the door quietly and stuck his head in and looked around. There was nobody around. Harry thanked his luck before tiptoeing into the room as silently as possible.

"Potter!" A loud voice rung out.

Harry stopped midstep and put both hands in the air, dropping his firebolt.

"You get your sorry behind in that bed!" The orderly matron commanded. Harry remained standing.

"I believe I have the right to an attorney!"

"Now is not the time for games Mr. Potter!"

"Don't I get a phone call or something?"
"Bed! Now!"

Harry scrambled into the bed, lying on top of the covers in the clothes she had given him earlier. Madame picked a few things up off of her desk before coming over and placing them on Harry's bedside table. Harry was told to remove his sweatshirt, leaving him in a t-shirt. Madame Pomfrey was silent as she hooked something up to his arm. It involved a needle and a tube leading from his arm to a bag hanging on a hook next to his bed. She sat in a chair next to his bed once the bag….thing was set up.

"Harry, what you are getting right now is a cancer therapy. It is very similar to chemotherapy, however we are using potions that are far more effective and have fewer side effects. You are to receive this treatment three times a week in the summer and twice a week once school starts, and you will attend every session." She added, giving him a stare. Pomfrey picked up the things she had placed on the table. There was a rectangular shaped box and a small bag with a zipper. She opened the box first and there were three rows of potions vials, each row containing seven vials each and each row had a stopper of a different color.

"You are to take three potions a day. You are to take the one with the green stopper in the morning after breakfast. The yellow is for after lunch, the blue after dinner. You can not forget to take one of your potions, it is vital that you remember!" Harry nodded dumbly, beginning to feel some reaction to the potion currently entering his system. She handed the box to him. She then opened the zippered bag.

"I would advise you to carry this with you. These are potions that are ok for you to take on your current medication. The initials on the stopper tell you what the potion is. PR stands for pain reliever. That is for dizziness and general aches and pains only. H is your headache potion, P is a pepper-up, and DS is Dreamless Sleep" She handed the bag to Harry after advising him not to abuse the potions and told him to alert her if he needed anything. There was really nothing she could do once the therapy was started, as all that happened was that a potion was dripped into Harrys veins. Harry actually found himself rather sleepy. He put the potions on the counter, so as not to break them and let him fall to sleep.

Hello! I think it's been a little over three years since I've updated this…..I know I'm sorry!

Few notes, sixth book never happened
I am planning on changing the title of this fic but since it has been so long, I figured that you should recognize this title before I go changing it!

Ok look out for future updates (I promise it will be less than three years until the next time I update!)