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The Boy Who Lived

Light. Warmth.

A feeling of comfort.

Fleeting visions of people appeared and disappeared. Whispers of what they were saying barely reached my ears. I felt the pull to push forward, to move into the light, but also seemed to repel me, stopping me from coming closer. Before suddenly, I was in a room, with only a few distinct features.

The first being it was all white, except for two things. A door in front of me, and a door behind me, both seeming to be black, but with hints of purple, and sparkling like stars. I thought about it before moving forward.

That was the goal, right?

Once you die, you want to move on, not go back and be a ghost. I certainly didn't want to be one. Stuck longing for things I could never have. Seeing Nick's deathday party made me realize I was glad neither of my parents stayed behind, as it looked to be a painful existence. I mean sure, you get to see everything happen, but tied to a place for all eternity? I would get far too bored. Binns history class type bored. I grasped the handle to the door going forward, but before I could do anything, I heard a yell.

"NO!" the voice rang out. It sounded familiar. One I could almost place. Feminine, younger though, not like an adult or a child, but similar to an older student. "It is not your time yet Harry. You need to go back."

"Mom?" I asked, hopeful but fearful of the answer. A male voice responded, another familiar voice.

"Yes Harry, it's us. I know you want to move on, but it isn't your time yet, you have things to accomplish, a life to live." I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks.

"Dad, I don't want to go back, I am ready to move on." I cracked out, my voice far too unsteady for my liking. I didn't care though. "Please, let me come through."

"No Harry, it isn't your time. We have watched, seen what you endured. What my whore of a sister and her oaf of a husband have done to you. Your trials at Hogwarts. I know it isn't fair to ask you to, but you need to go back." My mother said, stilling my hand from opening the door

"I know it sucks, being so close to us, but one day, after you have had a family, lived your life, you will come back, and we will all be together, but that time isn't now." She said,

"Son, there is a lot you still have to do. You only have moments left here before you must return. Firstly know that the magic in your scar is gone. You may get an itch when Voldemort is near, but you won't go through the same pain you had with Quirrel." My father said, I sighed. The headaches attending his classes were always tolerable, but still sucked all of the same.

"You need to talk to Dumbledore, convince him to not send you back to the Dursleys. Ask him to look at your memories, he believes you simply want to stay at Hogwarts, not that you are being mistreated." I frowned.

Thinking back to when I asked him about not returning to Privet Drive, I never said why I didn't wish to return, only that I wished to stay at Hogwarts. I was, and still am ashamed at how I was treated, and actively avoid bringing up my relatives. The memories are terrible, and I have the scars on my back and arms to show for it, though how there aren't more, I have no idea. Maybe my magic healed it, getting rid of the scars? Something to ask later I suppose.

"There are a lot of things you need to do. Go to Gringotts and get an inheritance test, along with an abilities test. See a healer too. And for merlin's sake, get some clothes. There is plenty of money for you to splurge on a new wardrobe, toss the rags and get something worth wearing. And open our will. That is incredibly important." He spoke, his voice started to come through roughly at the end.

"We love you, always remember that. Do your best in school, make more friends, get rid of your prejudice against slytherins, some may help you. Make a life for yourself worth living. Find love and a family." Mom said, tears coming to my eyes hearing her say they loved me, words I had always wanted to hear.

I felt the pull, magic of some sort demanding that I make a choice, and I knew I had to go back. I had to live, have the life they wanted me to have. Something broke in me in that moment, a determination to do what I needed to, to have a life and a good future.

"Oh, don't forget to play some pranks!" my father hollered, before a muffled exclamation of benign hit was heard.

I yelled that I loved them, and that I would make them proud, and as the door going back opened and pulled me through, I heard their last requests, to always follow my heart.

Break…

Darkness.

I gasped, seeming to be suffocating before suddenly being able to breath. It took me a moment for my breathing to level out. I couldn't see because of a wet substance in my eyes, blurring everything in a red haze. Once I was able to breathe normally, I sat up, and rubbed my face and eyes as much as I could. I felt my glasses get knocked off, but I ignored it as I cleared my eyes.

Opening my eyes, I looked around, my glasses were at my feet, covered in the blood and ink that had pooled around me, but my vision was fine. Odd. I saw Ginny still laying on the ground. Her breathing seemed deeper, but she was still unconscious. I sighed, hoping she woke up soon. I crawled shakily to the pool of water. I knew it wasn't deep, but that was fine. I needed to watch my face better.

After a quick scrubbing, and removing my outer robe, using the inside of the back as a towel, I took in my reflection. My eyes seemed brighter, and I looked odd without my glasses, but what really stood out was my scar. It was red, but seemed to not have the deepness it had to it, like it had somehow been cut, reduced in size, and now was healed over. I looked over to Fawkes who was perched on the ground a few feet away.

"I am guessing I have you to thank for being alive?" I asked the bird. He chirped, flapping his wings and landing on my shoulder.

Despite being only a bit larger than the size of a chicken, he was surprisingly light. He stared into my eyes, and I felt a minor itch in my head, before suddenly he broke out in song. Whatever he saw looking at me, it made him happy. I sat in thought for a moment about how my day had gone. Visiting Hermione and seeing the note about the Basilisk. The school going on lockdown after Ginny was taken. It honestly wasn't surprising Lockhart turned out to be a fraud, as his stories were over embellished.

Honestly, after the fact, it isn't even surprising that Riddle is Voldemort, or that Voldemort was the one terrorizing the school again. I briefly wonder if next year will be the same thing, or if it will be a peaceful year. I am leaning towards another eventful year, but who is to say. The whole dying from basilisk venom isn't an experience I wish to go through again, nor dying, at least not soon. I want to honor my parent's request.

"Mr. Potter, on behalf of Hogwarts, I wish to thank you. You have shown qualities of all of the houses today, and done something few others would ever attempt to try, and even lived to tell the tale." I turned to see the sorting hat. Huh, I forgot it was down here.

"Thank you…hat? I don't know your name." I replied hesitantly. I don't think I should call him hat, but not much else I can do really.

I stood slowly, still slightly weak and unbalanced, though Fawkes seemed to not mind at all. I walked over to my wand, picking it up. Oddly, I didn't feel the same connection that I used to when I held it, but maybe that was just from the tiredness of my body.

"I am an imprint of the founders, I was not given a name, though I often go by Ric, as Godric was the one who wore me long ago. As for his sword, it is now yours, simply will it to you when you need it, and it will come. Along with that, it is capable of channeling elemental magic, and is now laced with basilisk venom due to it being forged by goblins." I watched as it disappeared, and looked to the hat

"I store it unless it is needed, and if you ever summon it and then no longer need it, you can return it back to me." Ric said. I walked over and picked him up, putting him on my head, before staring at the basilisk.

"What should I do with that?" I asked aloud.

"Leave it for now, you are incapable of harvesting it. Ask the elves later, or contract the goblins, they can render it down and sell it. It would benefit you greatly." Ric advised. "Though I would recommend the elves, along with keeping the heart, eyes, venom, and some skin. The rest could be sold, but those would be extremely useful to you. I will actually just have it done, and order them to tell you once it is."

I sighed. "It is something to worry about later, I need to get Ginny out of here, and Ron. Plus Professor Lockhart probably needs to be seen by a healer." I walked over to Ginny as I spoke, shaking her shoulder lightly. She looked less pale than before I died, but still sickly. She mumbled something I didn't understand, yet did not wake. I sighed before shaking her again. Suddenly she shot awake, sitting up like a bullet. Her head spun as she looked around, seeing me, before turning and seeing the massive, and very dead snake.

She stared at it for a moment, before fainting once more. I took a deep breath, knowing that had I been in her position, I'd likely do the same thing.

"Question, what is the best way to wake someone who has fainted?" I asked, not actually expecting a response.

"Well, the easiest is a spell, enervate, which can wake someone who has been stunned or fainted, though it should not be used on someone with a head injury. It is a simple spell, only a half circle wand movement. Try it ." Huh, the hat can teach, I wonder what all he could help me learn. "I can teach you a lot, now why don't you quit with the dumb thoughts and attempt the spell. I can teach you other things later. Not like I do much sitting in the old man's office anyway."

I forgot that Ric reads minds, and apparently is also sarcastic. I sigh, practicing the pronunciation of the spell a few times, before firing the spell twice at the wall, watching it fly twice with a red tinted white energy. It was easier than the levitation spell, but my wand seemed to be resisting me. Thoughts for another time. I aimed at Ginny, and after a quick muttering of the incantation, she began to stir. Luckily I placed myself between her and the snake, as best I could with how large it was. She slowly came to, and stared at me for only seconds before panicking.

"Harry no, you need to run. Riddle is the heir, he wants you dead and is using my diary to do it. The monster is a basilisk, it will kill us both." She said quickly, surprising me with her ability to spew words at such a speed.

"Ginny, stop." She seemed startled for a moment. I smiled at her before reaching over, picking up the destroyed diary. Her eyes went wide.

"Riddle is gone, you don't need to worry about him any more. As for the snake, well, it isn't a problem either, though it did almost kill me several times." I leaned to the side, allowing her to see the corpse. I left out the whole 'having actually died' thing, only a few should know that after all. I watched as she broke down, clinging to me as she cried. I only caught a few words, and she seemed to be blaming herself. I patted her back awkwardly, not used to physical contact, or crying, or a combination of both.

"It isn't your fault Ginny. I bet the diary made it to where you became dependent on it, forcing you to write more. It was evil, as evil as Riddle was. But it doesn't matter. No harm was caused by you, only by it." I said quietly. She calmed down slowly, and after another minute, we both stood.

"I hope Ron has cleared a path through the cave-" I started, before suddenly being engulfed in flames. Thankfully, despite it being a warm experience, there wasn't any pain, and it only lasted a few seconds. "-in… well hey Ron!"

Multiple startled screams were let out, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart all did as Ric laughed, and Fawkes even trilled. I looked up at the bird in question, him staring at me, almost daring me to say something. I sighed.

"I would ask how you did that, but you can't speak, and I don't understand your trills." I said, the hat seemed to take even more amusement out of this.

"You have just flame traveled, something phoenix's can do to move from one location to another. It is painless despite phoenix fire being the second hottest fire known, and as long as you are in contact with one, you will go with it. Like just now, he was on your shoulder, and a feather was touching Ms. Weasley. I believe it is how he wishes you to leave this place." Ric spoke.

I looked up to see Fawkes with one of his wings spread out. Despite his smaller size, his wing span had to be almost six feet, or more than two feet on each wing. Ron and Ginny seemed to be staring at him incredulously. Lockhart, well he didn't seem to know what was going on.

"Are we sure we should do that Harry?" Ron asked, concerned.

"Well he saved my life, more than once, so I trust him not to drop me in the great lake." I laughed, Ginny giving a small smile to my sarcasm. Ron seemed to nod, accepting my reasoning.

"Ah, you have a very nice bird there young man. Say, do I know you? You look familiar." Lockhart called out cheerfully, getting an undignified squawk from said bird. Guess he didn't like it much.

"Maybe, it isn't important right now. Why don't you all grab onto him, he will return us to where we need to be… I hope so anyways." I suggested, though I was also uncertain. I could do nothing as they all pressed a finger to his wings, before suddenly we were engulfed once more. Again, it only lasted a few seconds, and despite the hats' reassurances, the second we were free from the flames, I checked my clothes. It was then I realized, not only did I not have my outer robe, but I was still covered in dirt and blood.

I looked around, hearing a feminine scream not unfamiliar to me, only to see Mrs. Weasley launching herself at her daughter, tears streaming down her face as she hugged her tightly. Mr. Weasley was right behind her, quickly joining the hug. I took the moment they were occupied to look around the room, firstly noticing we were in the headmasters office, and that Professor Mcgonagall and Flitwick were present. Along with them was the headmaster himself, who was sitting behind his massive desk. His blue eyes seemed to convey concern and worry as he looked at my clothes. Mcgonagall was the first in the room to speak.

"What is going on here? And where have you all been? And why does Gilderoy look like someone has hit him in the head with a hammer?" She called out. The Weasleys mostly ignored her, leaving me to respond.

"Well ma'am, it would be best to explain from the beginning." I spoke hesitantly. She eyed me carefully. "Mr. Potter, are you alright? You have a lot of blood on you. Do we need Madam Pomfrey?"

"I am fine, mostly thanks to your phoenix Professor Dumbledore. He saved my life." I took a deep breath. My hands were still shaking a little from the fight. He smiled briefly, before sighing. The Weasleys were now quiet, paying attention to what was happening.

"Sit everyone, let us hear what has happened." Dumbledore spoke. "Tilly, could you bring us some beverages? Warm butterbeer and tea." As quick as the elf had appeared, it had also disappeared, returning in seconds with the requested items, along with some cookies. I took a butterbeer, and a cookie, eating it quickly as Professor Mcgonagall conjured some chairs. Once we were all seated, he looked between Ron and I, waiting patiently.

"Well sir, it all started with our visit to see Hermione earlier. We discovered a piece of paper in her hand. It was torn from a book, though I am not sure which one. It was information about a basilisk. All of the things about its venom and stare. On it was scribbled a single word, pipes. Ron and I sat and focused on what it meant. It took us only a few minutes to piece together that pipes were how it was getting around the school, and that Hermione had figured out the monster. As we ran to find Professor Mcgonagall, we heard the lockdown announcement. We found them outside the second floor bathroom, discussing that Ginny had been taken to the chamber. We heard her say Lockhart knew how to enter it, and kill the beast. We waited for them to leave before confronting Lockhart. It turns out he was going to run, and had no clue where the entrance was or how to get in. We drug him along anyway, hoping he would be of use." I explained, everyone seeming to fear what it was down there when the basilisk was mentioned.

"Mr. Potter, surely it wasn't a basilisk. Their stare kills, not petrifies." Professor Mcgonagall exclaimed.

"Yes, but everyone saw it as a reflection, not directly, which probably saved everyone's lives." Ron spoke. "Norris saw it in the water, Colin directly through his camera, Nick saw it entirely, but he is already dead. Justin Finch-Fletchley saw it through Nick, and both Hermione and Penelope saw it through Mirrors. Only Moaning Myrtle ever saw its full gaze, but she died years ago." He explained.

I was thankful for his assistance in explaining. My body was sore, and I was already tired. Fawkes was letting out a small song, keeping my energy up, though the butterbeer was helping too. Ron glanced at me, and I nodded, so he continued. He explained our logic of where the entrance was, how we got down there, and the incident with the cave in that wiped Lockhart's memory.

"I couldn't continue on, and at the time, we didn't expect to have another way out, so I started shifting rocks carefully, while Lockhart was unconscious. Harry continued on, but he hasn't had a chance to say what happened yet." He looked at me, and I sighed again.

"Firstly, before we continue, Filius, could you take Gilderoy to St. Mungos, and let them know that he attempted to learn the memory charm, however it backfired, and he is in need of care. Let them know I will contact them later today about the incident report. While I hate falsifying such things, at the moment this is a better alternative." Dumbledore spoke. The two left his office before he turned to me. "Mr. Potter, are you well enough to give the story?"

I pondered his question for a moment, before nodding. I was tired, but I knew it would be easier to tell it now, rather than later. "Yes professor." I proceeded to explain everything from the moment Ron left off. Meeting Riddle, him telling me of his history and fascination with me, how he used and controlled Ginny to do his bidding. Dumbledore held his hand up at this.

"Arthur, Molly, I believe it best to take Ginny to Madam Pomfrey. She needs to be evaluated, and though it may be rough, to see a mind healer soon. The school will pay for it, you need not worry about the cost." He spoke quietly, his voice carrying more than it should. They thanked him repeatedly, before dragging Ron and Ginny from the room, Ron muttering he was going to escape the healer's clutches quickly so he could sleep. I smiled at his antics, it was always sleep and food with him. Dumbledore sat patiently as I gathered my thoughts, focusing on how to explain it.

"It would be easier to show you, besides, you might not believe me about the size of this thing…" I trailed off quietly. Fawkes let out a comforting trill as I started to speak, stopping when Dumbledore spoke first.

"Well Harry, there is a way. Have you ever heard of a pensieve?" He asked kindly, I shook my head. "A pensieve allows one to view their memory, showing it in a three dimensional area, essentially allowing you to walk around the memory as it happens. The devices are incredibly rare and valuable, and only those from old families, like yourself, or in high positions that can afford one, like me, have them." He spoke like a teacher, and my brain readily seemed to absorb everything he was saying, even better than it used to. Then something registered.

"Sir, what did you mean about my family being old?" I asked. I didn't know much about my family, and hadn't thought they were important in the world, as the newspapers often seemed to embellish my survival of the killing curse. Though they often had called me the heir, I never thought anything of it, and didn't read it much other than a clipping once in a while. He stared at me, seemingly stunned by my words.

"What do you mean Mr. Potter, you are the heir to your family. How could you not know your family was old, it is literally in the title." Professor McGonagall spoke, her Scottish accent coming out a bit more pronounced. I stared at her in disbelief, contemplating the words my parents said to me. I felt my temper slip a little realizing I hadn't been told a lot of things.

"Well pardon me professor, it isn't like I have a family to tell me these things. The only blood relatives I do have are far more happy starving me in a cupboard instead of teaching me about my magical history, and any magical relatives I have are not alive enough to tell me much about it."

Was I out of line, probably. Did I care? Not in the slightest. I was tired, in pain from being thrown bodily, along with dying, and complete and utterly spent emotionally. I could feel my magic reacting to my anger and stress as the room started to shake slightly, and unknown to me, my eyes were glowing brightly, shining bright green. I looked between the two elders in the room watching both of their expressions darken significantly.

"Harry, what do you mean by that?" Dumbledore asked. I could sense his unease in his voice.

"What I mean, professor, is that I spent ten years with a cupboard as a bedroom, being treated horribly by my so-called family. I have cooked, cleaned, and done laundry for as long as I can remember. I was hit if I did the slightest thing wrong, even if it was nothing more than making too much noise. God forbid I do accidental magic. I was locked up for a week with only water and bread for my meals after I accidentally teleported myself when I was seven. Oftentimes my cousin plays Harry Hunting, a game where he and his friends chase me down and beat me, and it never mattered if I escaped, because when I come home I get beaten anyways. Even doing good in school, trying to show them I wasn't a freak, worthless, was punished." I spoke, the longer I went, the more tears I felt, tears I hadn't shed in years, not in front of anyone.

I hadn't even realized I was standing until I collapsed into the chair. I didn't even notice my head of house move, not until she put an arm around me. I flinched slightly, a reaction I thought I had finally got rid of years ago, before Hogwarts. Maybe the memories pulled it forward again? I could hear Fawkes singing again. He had apparently been dislodged at some point, but was still sitting on the arm of the chair next to me. Between that and McGonagall rubbing my back, I calmed down rather quickly. I looked up to see them both looking angry, enough to make me wonder if I had done something wrong. I watched as the headmaster took several deep breaths, before he sighed.

"Harry, as much of an important topic this is, and needs to be addressed, I have to know what occurred down in the chamber tonight. What is going on at your relatives is not less important, but I promise it will be addressed before the end of the term in a few weeks. Would you be willing to meet with Minerva and I later on to discuss it?" I could tell he was holding the anger in his voice back, and truthfully, with how I was feeling, I was fine with waiting. I simply nodded.

"To return to the chamber incident, I wish to view the memory. It does not hurt, nor would any magic from the basilisk's gaze be dangerous. I just need you to focus on it, the whole thing if you will. I will put my wand to your temple, and extract it so it can be viewed." He spoke quietly.

I nodded, and once the memory was out, he put it in a vial, before walking over to a decorative cabinet, and pulling out a large silver bowl, roughly two feet in diameter. He carried it to his desk, where it hovered inches above the surface. He lifted the vial holding the memory, before dumping it into the silver-blue liquid in the bowl, and watched as it seemed to mix into the fluid.

"Are you going to watch it as well?" He asked me. I almost said no, but then thought it might help me, if for nothing else, be assured that I did survive and it is indeed dead. I nodded, and he instructed me on how to enter a memory. It was a weird experience, trying to force myself to put my head into a liquid when I knew I still needed to breathe, but what was really an odd experience was the falling, before suddenly hitting the ground, and it not hurting at all.

The three of us watched as Fawkes blinded it, the hat giving me the sword, me being chased through some of the pipe network, the subsequent last stand. Both gasped as I was bitten, and McGonagall looked at me as if I shouldn't be there, which, to be fair, I shouldn't be. They watched as despite being mocked, I still fought to destroy the diary with the fang, as I slowly died. I watched as I screamed out when the pain was too much, as my scar started bleeding blood and a black liquid, before suddenly something was ejected from it, screaming before dissipating in a black fog. After that, I stopped moving as Fawkes gave me tears, before suddenly, everything in the memory went black.

"Albus, what is going on?" McGonagall asked. Despite the darkness, we could see each other. Before he could respond, I did. "I died, I have no idea for how long, but I was dead. I remember a small glimpse from what happened, but I don't wish to share it."

Both of them were startled by this revelation. Both seemed shocked, and neither spoke before the memory continued. It showed me waking up, Fawkes coming to me, and the talk with Ric. Once that was over, the memory ended and we were back in the headmaster's office. Before I could say anything, Dumbledore ran his wand over me several times, before sagging in relief.

"Harry, you should have told us what happened. You are lucky to be here, much less alive. I just ran several diagnosis charms to see how your health was, along with checking on what had been in your scar. It is interesting. Your magic seems to be far more powerful, and on top of that, the darkness is gone. What it was, I cannot say yet, not until you are capable of protecting your mind, but it is best it is gone. You need rest though, and to see Madam Pomfrey." He said, all of us seeming to be relieved. Before any further conversation could be said, Dumbledore looked to the door, and watched as it opened, revealing Mr. Malfoy and Dobby.

"So you returned, despite the order for your removal?" He sneered. I see where his son gets it from now, a perfect carbon copy of the man in front of me. Dumbledore nodded.

"Once they heard three students and a teacher were all missing, presumably taken by the monster in the chamber, well, they all sought my return immediately. Shame you missed the meeting on the vote Lucius." He said, seeming to project his famous grandfather personality, a far cry from what he was like just a short bit ago. I looked to Dobby who was seeming afraid of him, simply begging me to do something. I tried to think of a way to get him clothes. Before I came up with an idea.

"And have you retrieved them? And stopped the attacks?" He asked, clearly looking for leverage.

"Of course, it was the same person as last time, Voldemort. A dark artifact of his had made it into the hands of an innocent girl, and if not for its destruction, well, many might have died." At Dumbledore's words, Malfoy seemed to pale, but seemed sufficiently distracted. I slid my tie into the book, before holding it out to him.

"Here sir, this I believe belongs to you." He sneered at me, before tossing the book and tie to the side. I watched as Dobby caught it, but he didn't.

"Foolish boy, why would you think it belonged to me?" He sneered. I wonder if that look is a permanent feature on his face.

"Well, you see, I believe you gave that to Ginny Weasley after you and got into the fight in Flourish and Blotts. Why you would do such a thing is beyond me, as the diary used a basilisk to attack students. Don't worry, it's dead now, so no need to worry that it will sniff you out." I snarked, knowing full well that if he was just like his son, that nothing would wish to eat him. The smart comments were just a front, as to hide how emotional I was.

"Prove it boy." He grounded out, glaring at me. Compared to Vernon, his was nothing though. I just stared at him impassively. He huffed, before turning and leaving. "Come Dobby." Dobby didn't move though. He turned to see his elf holding a red and gold tie, and turned to me. I just gave him a smile, knowing what I had done.

"You costed me my servant boy." He attempted to pull his wand, before suddenly the air was suffocating in magic. He froze in his movements, and I turned to see Dumbledore standing at full height, his entire body seeming to emit a bright blue glow, as his eyes seemed to glow even more. His wand was in his hand, and a small glance at Mcgonagall showed hers was too, her lips pressed thin in anger.

"You will remember your place. You will not harm any student, and I promise that should you try, you will learn what the Defeater of Grindelwald is truly capable of." He spoke, his voice seemingly laced with magic, but certainly not hiding the evident anger in it.

I watched as he faltered, before deciding for his own well-being that leaving was his best option. He let one more glare at me, before stalking to the door and back down the stairs. I felt the magic dissipate, and an elf crash into my legs.

"Thank you Great Harry Potter sir!" The elf yelled. Clearly far more relieved to be free than anything. I awkwardly patted him, my brain still processing the hundred things that had happened today, and the insanely long name I had been called. It didn't matter as before I could respond, he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

"An odd elf that one, but probably not in the best of shape mentally after being subjected to Lucius for years. I would advise caution in the future, as will not take that lying down." Dumbledore muttered, before looking at me. "Come, Madam Pomfrey is going to have a hen that I haven't already brought you to her"

I stood, swaying slightly before walking with them to the hospital wing. Luckily it wasn't a far walk, only down a flight of stairs and a long hallway. It was nearly empty, with only the petrified, and Weasleys in the room. Madam Pomfrey did almost lay an egg at the state of me, and a few disturbing potions later, and a change of robes, I was forced into a bed and told to rest. My body certainly didn't protest much, as only a few minutes later I was sound asleep.

A/n For some reason this chapter gained nearly a hundred words between the origional and the upload, if you find something out of order, let me know and I will fix it