A/N: I know the last chapter didn't really explain what the title was about but I think this will clear some of it up for ya... altleast I hope it will...Well.. anyways…here it goes:

Chapter 5: A Little Dizzy

Despite the post commotion, the two couples got into their cars.

When Cecily got into the car with Harry, she began to feel a little dizzy.

She didn't know quite what made her feel this way.

Perhaps I had a bit too much to drink Cecily thought to herself No I had the same amount of alcohol as Harry did, and there he is…driving…and just fine.

She continued to feel dizzy, but she didn't say a word to Harry. After all, he got worried soo easily.

As Harry continued to past traffic light after traffic light, Cecily's vision became more and more blurry. When it came to the point where she could barely see the trees from outside the car window, she blinked, and then it started all over again.

It was about 15 minutes before Cecily and Harry saw the comforting sight of home.

Cecily's head couldn't wait to get on a nice, soft, and plump pillow.

Slowly, Harry pulled up into the drive way of their flat.

Harry noticed that while they walked up to the house, Cecily seemed a little out of it.

"I'm going to be in the bathroom getting ready for bed, alright?" Harry asked Cecily as he entered their bathroom.

"Sure," Cecily answered, blinking her eyes once again.

Then, everything started to spin in the eyes of Cecily.

Everything went black and Cecily fell to the floor unconscious.

A few seconds after Cecily hit the floor, Harry had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong.

So he looked out the bathroom door, only to see that woman that he loved lying there, unconscious, and possibly dead.

Her rushed over to her side and checked her pulse. It was still beating.

Thank God Harry thought to himself.

She was still alive, at least for the moment she was.

But she was getting colder and colder with each passing second.

Harry rushed to the phone and dialed 811. (the wizard's version of 911)

"This is St. Mungo's Emergency Center. What is your emergency?" a voice said.

"My girlfriend is lying on the floor unconscious," Harry said frantically.

"What is her state as of now?" the voice asked, noticing the panic in Harry's voice.

"She's alive, but she's getting colder and colder…" Harry answered, panic still arising in his voice.

"Alright, what's your address?" the voice asked, noticing the panic in Harry's voice.

"1821 Greenwich Place, flat number 1262," Harry quickly answered, looking at Cecily, his heart starting to break more and more with each second that she was lying there, afraid that he might loose her forever.

"An ambulance and fire department are on their way," the voice began, "they should be there in a madder of minutes."

Harry hung up the phone, not feeling any better knowing that help was on the way.

He took Cecily and cradled her in his arms, tears welding up in his eyes.

Without thinking, Harry spoke.

"Please God… don't take her away from me. I can't live without her… if I lost her… I-I…," a tear rolled down Harry's pale cheek, "I wouldn't know what to do."

Harry sat there, looking down hopelessly at Cecily, and silently crying.

He remained that way for about 10 minutes until the ambulance arrived.

When they entered the bedroom, they lifted her into the ambulance truck on a stretcher.

As Harry watched this happen, his heart continued to feel as though it was slowly breaking one piece at a time.

As any good boyfriend would do, he rode in the back of the ambulance and stayed by Cecily's side.

Worry and panic continued to rise in Harry's heart.

The ambulance truck raced around the streets of both muggle and wizarding London to St. Mungo's.

As soon as they stopped at St. Mungo's the ambulance men jumped out of the ambulance and pulled out the stretcher.

On that stretcher, laid Cecily, so unconscious, that is was hard to tell if she was even alive.

They rushed the stretcher into the E.R where they carried her from the stretcher onto a nice, soft, white bed.

Doctors came in and inspected her to find out what was wrong.

"I think it was cancer," one doctor said, quietly feeling Cecily's cold hand.

"No, I think it was poisoning," another doctor said, pushing the wet, blonde, strands of hair out of the girl's face.

"No, it might have been a heart attack," the third said, looking at the heart-o-meter.

Without coming to a reasonable conclusion, the doctors drew some blood to take a couple tests with.

While this was happening, Harry was in the waiting room.

A few minutes seemed like hours of endless waiting.

He couldn't even think, all he did was pace up and down the waiting room.

He was too worried.

A/N: I would like to thank my wonderful co-author who helped me through some writers block. Give a round of applause for Jane!

Jane: thank you thank you (bows and curtsies)

ash-baby: okay Jane you can sit down now, it's still my story remember?

Jane: oh... (sits down slowly)

ash-baby: awww, its ok Jane, you're still my co-author

(Jane and ash-baby hug)