Harry fell flat on his face after closing the door to number twelve, Grimmauld Place. It only took a matter of seconds before he blacked out. He didn't hear any one come up behind him, and carry him up the stairs,into his bedroom.
Several of the members of the Order watched as Remus placed Harry on the bed, and then call for Albus. Whatever was wrong with Harry, Remus was sure Albus would be able to fix it. He had never failed before, and he wouldn't fail now.
"What's the matter?" Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts asked as he strode into the room, coming through the watching Order members. Albus looked at Remus, and then at Harry, and drew his wand. "I'll do a quick check, and then I would like someone to call Poppy from the school, and hopefully she can help us also.
No one moved as Albus performed his magic. Not a single word was exchanged between the members of the Order, nor between Albus Dumbledore, or even Remus, but as one they all held their collective breaths as Albus checked on Harry.
Albus hummed as he checked Harry, and in spots, he looked very pensive. It was something big that must have done this to Harry, he thought to himself, although he didn?t know what it could have been. He motioned everyone to follow him downstairs, and into their meeting room.
"Molly, please make the door imperturbable, so that nothing gets out of here," he said. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the room, however at Dumbledore's request, they once again left the room, and went to get some extendable ears.
"So, what is the verdict, Albus?" Molly Weasley asked, fear plainly etched in her eyes.
"I am afraid that I really can't say Molly," Albus replied. "This is not something that usually happens as far as I know. As far as I know, this has never happened in history.
"Stop speaking mumbo jumbo Albus!" Tonks interjected. "Tell us what you know!
"I don't know much about his condition, only what I can guess," Albus said. "From what I can gather, all of his strength, and energy has been drained somehow. All of his magic has been zapped out of him, as has his physical, and mental strength. Right now, he is as weak as a new born baby duck, however we still do not know what caused this.
"You must have some idea Albus," Remus interrupted.
"In fact, I have several, however none of them I wish to share with you, since they may all be wrong. I would rather base my hunches on solid facts.
"Most of your ideas may be wrong?" Mad Eye said in a growl ,"however your ideas usually turn out to be right, so cough up.
"One of my theories is that someone was able to get close to him, however possible it was, and caused him to go into this state by some sort of curse. It is only a theory though.
"Right now, what he needs is his family, but unfortunately they seem to be away from here at the moment.
"It is done my Lord," a death eater said to Lord Voldemort. "Your plan may yet come to fruition."It will come to bear fruit, as my plans always do," Voldemort said in a cold voice. "You must never forget that Rosier," Voldemort cackled. "I want you to remember how merciful Lord Voldemort is to his faithful followers. People who have never wavered in their devotion to me. People who have always been my most favored devotees, which doesn't include you. Crucio," Voldemort screamed, and Rosier fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
"Master -- please -- stop," Rosier managed to croak as he was tortured by Voldemort. He continued writhing in pain for several more minutes, and then finally he raised his wand.
"Never let your loyalty waver again, Rosier," Voldemort spat.
"Bellatrix, remove this vermin from my sight.
Harry lay in bed, tossing and turning, oblivious to the meetings being held about him.
Outside the door, Hermione, Ginny and Ron all stood silent vigil over his bedroom, mindful not to let anyone in. They had seen Harry being carried up the stairs, however the adults had kept them out of ear shot of anything. That had not set well with any of the three of them, since it was their best friend that was being discussed, they were eager for any information. They all jumped as someone started coming up the stairs.
"What do you mean by that," Molly raged at Albus Dumbledore. "Unless I am much mistaken, his family is right here, and we deserve to know what happened to him.
"Everything will become clear in time Molly," Albus said. "As soon as Poppy arrives, she can give us a more detailed explanation of what occurred tonight. You, along with everyone else will simply have to wait. Harry has no family, as it is, so you will be among the first to hear what Poppy has to say, since you seem to care about Harry as if he were your son.
"He is as good as our son," Molly exclaimed, and Arthur nodded in agreement, seconding their devotion to Harry.
"Then give us time to discover the cause of this, for Harry's sake. Albus tried reasoning with Molly.
Madame Pomfrey was let into the bedroom with very little questioning from the threesome standing outside the door, since she let them know she wouldn't know anything until she actually performed a check up on him.
As she entered the bedroom she noticed how gaunt his face and body both looked. And set to work on trying to cure him. Half an hour later she had not even made a dent in his condition, and according to the readings she had taken, his condition would only worsen. It was the worst day of her professional life as the matron of Hogwarts, but she had few ideas as to how to even help ease the pain he was currently in.
Finally, three hours later, she emerged from the room, and ignored the questions asked by Ron, Hermione, and Ginny and set off to see Albus, and deliver a report. What she said to the members of the Order was not very promising.
Harry woke for a second, in bed, and tried to get up. He couldn;t understand it, but he felt as weak as a new born puppy, and could not even gather the strength to sit up in the bed. He cried out in pain, and immediately the door flew open, and Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all burst in to see what was wrong.
"Ron," he said weakly, "get Dumbledore please. Tell him I need him!" Harry then passed out.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny opened the meeting room door, and entered as quietly as they could. No one noticed their entrances except for Albus Dumbledore himself, as well as Fred and George. They winked at the three before turning back to Poppy again.
"As you all know, this condition is something that has only been recorded once in known history, since I was able to find it in older books, and his prognosis does not look good at all.
"From what I can gather, his magical energy, and his mental and physical strength has all disappeared from his body. This has only happened one time in all of recorded history, and that was in the time of Merlin. Now, records from those days are sketchy at best, however from what I could decipher, this happened before he came fully into his powers of wand less magic.
"It took Merlin three years to wake up, however as we know with Mr. Potter, things tend to be a little bit different.
"He's already woken up!" Ron blurted out, and saw everyone swivel their heads towards him.
"How did you three get in here?" Molly asked angrily.
"We care as much about Harry as you all do also, so why shouldn't we be here?" Ginny piped up.
"Let them be Molly," Albus said, and Molly looked daggers at Dumbledore. "They deserve to know what is happening to their friend as well.
"Well, as I was saying, the only recorded incident was back in the time of Merlin. From what I could gather, it took Merlin three years to wake, but when he did, his powers tested well above where they had been before.