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Cursed

Chapter 9:

Snape looked down on the cursed boy, noticing his comatose state. He seemed to be unaware of anything around him. The potions master hoped that he would remain that way.

"Weasley."

Ron jumped. "Y...yeah?" He approached warily, knowing his assistance would be needed but fearing what he would have to do.

"Calm down", Snape ordered. "You being a reck will not help the situation."

Ron nodded silently, trying his best to collect himself and joined the two wizards who where hovering over his best friend.

"All right", Snape began. "I will be administering this potion to Mr. Potter here", he explained while holding up the vial. "Now, I cannot predict exactly what Potters response will be, but your job is to monitor his heart beat."

Ron nodded nervously. "OK".

"Keep your ear on his chest at all times", Snape continued to instruct while pulling Harrys shirt up.

"Aw!" Ron looked away from the horrid self-inflicted gashes on the boys torso.

Snape frowned, trying to ignore the battered flesh infront of him and tried to remain focused. He stopped, and let the shirt remain mearely pulled up, figuring he'd pushed his luck enough. Harry's eyes still remained unfocused and seemingly uncaring. And that was exactly the state he needed to remain in if they wanted to pull this off.

"When I tell you, you start listening to his heart beat. Every time you hear a 'thump' I want you to tap your wand on the ground, loud enough so that I can hear it, understand?"

Ron nodded, getting out his wand. "Like this?" He began tapping his wand on the stone ground. 'Tap...tap tap...tap tap.'

"Precisely, then when his heart stops I will be able to calculate when to administer the second vial."

"Right", Ron breathed, looking anxious.

"Headmaster, you'll immobilize his feet".

The old wizard nodded, already at his post.

"All right then". Snape caught Ron's eye. "No room for error", he reminded".

They both nodded in agreement.

"...Begin".

Rons heart caught in his throat as he positioned himself over his friend and began to listen.

There it was, he nearly rejoiced as he heard the familiar thumping in his friends chest, and began to tap his wand accordingly.

Snape surveyed the old wizard as he uncapped the vial. Dumbledore met his gaze, hoping Snape could be trusted with this. Not that there was any other choice.

The Potions master gently grabbed the sides of Harry's jaws, unfortunately rousing the once lethargic boy to a state of panic.

Snape grasped the boys' head more securely as he tried to get a handle on him.

"Calm yourself Harry", trying to get through to him, remembering that only a few moments ago the boy remembered who he was.

But this time it was to no avail. The boy struggled under everyone trying to help him, trying to free himself.

"Grrrrr", Harry growled in frustration, seemingly overpowered by the three.

"Get off! Filthy bastards! Get off of-" Harry was cut short as a small vial was thrust deeply down his throat almost causing him to choke.

As if reading his mind, Snape placed his hand over Harry's mouth, knowing the boy would attempt to spit the potion out.

Harry growled furiously in pain, the potion was burning the inside of his mouth. And the blasted man in black would not move his dam hand.

Eventually the pain became too much for the boy and Harry began to thrash madly. He could feel the people on top of him and the nastly liquid trying to scorch the insided of his mouth.

Trying with all his might, he attempted to free himself by struggling feircly. Dumbledore hardly had a handle on his feet. And to be honest, Ron had lost his consentration, as the object he was concentrating on was thrashing madly. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt he couldn't handle the pain anymore, and he began to smash his head on the hard stone of the dungeons.

"Potter!" Snape acted quickly and cradled the boys head to deter anymore damage. The boy was already as mess, he did not need brain damage to add to the equation.

Harry felt the potion lingering in the back of his throat and convulsed painfully as his body forced him to swallow.

"Weasley!" Snape ordered, realizing Harry had swallowed the potion.

"YES SIR!" Ron practically yelled, distraught through all the commotion, and quickly began to monitor his friends heart rate, now that the boy was still.

All concentration was on Ron as everyone else waited impatiently for his to tap his wand.

Snape was just about to yell at the Gryfindor when he heard a slight tapping.

The older wizards sighed heavily, pleased that their plans were going accordingly. So far anyways...just one more step.

Ron pressed his ear harder against Harry's chest trying to hear the heart beat that kept getting fainter...and fainter.

"I can barely...IT STOPPED!"

Ron and Dumbledore were shocked to have Harry ripped away and pulled up to Snape in a sitting position. Severus had the second vial in hand ready to administer, but waited.

"Few more seconds".

He forced a long tube down the boy's throat, readying himself.

"2...1..." Snape poured his second concoction down the tube, forcing it's way through Harry's unresponsive body.

Once the vial was emptied, Snape waited a few moments before trying to remove the tubing, just to make sure it had reached it's destination.

To everyone's surprise Harry awoke before the tube was removed and began gagging.

"Easy", Snape tried to remain calm, while pulling out the rest of the tubing.

Ron looked at the scene in distress, seeing His friend's panic stricken face as he was suddenly woken up to discover he was choking to death.

"There", Snape said calmly, pulling out the rest of the tubing.

Harry tried to cough and breathe at the same time, which only served to put him in a further state of panic, thinking he was suffucating.

With out the aid of the other two occupants in the room, Snape lifted Harry to his knees and began to slap his back. "Let it out. Breathe", he encouraged.

With the help of his Professor, Harry slowly begn to gain some control of his breathing, though it was still rather eratic.