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Chapter Eighteen

The entire castle was still and silent. Mostly everyone was asleep. Even Mrs Norris had curled up next to the dying fire and was fast asleep. The only two people that were still awake were deep down in the dark dungeons of the castle. Harry and Draco worked mostly in silence in the Potions lab. The cauldrons in front of them bubbled furiously and at regular intervals purple coloured steam issued from them.

Draco looked at Harry's silent form working on his potion. He looked away and concentrated on his own cauldron. He wondered for the tenth time that night why Harry needed so much Dreamless sleeping potion.

"Just come out and ask." Harry pulled Draco out of his thoughts.

The blond haired boy looked up at his friend and narrowed his eyes at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You're wondering about the potion. Just ask me?" Harry said.

"Why do you think that?" Draco asked, wondering how Harry could always figure out his thoughts.

"It's not hard, Draco. You keep looking at the two cauldrons and then looking up at me." Harry answered with a smile on his face.

"It's that obvious, huh?" Draco asked.

"Afraid so." Harry replied, stirring the potion counter clockwise.

"Okay, so tell me. Why do you need so much sleeping potion?" the Slytherin asked.

Harry didn't answer until he had stopped stirring the potion.

"I'm sick of asking Poppy for some. I figure she'll get annoyed and tell mum or dad about me taking it. I can't stand the thought of another lecture from them, so I figured with your help, I can make up a big batch. That way I'll have plenty if I need it." Harry answered.

"I'm sure one cauldron would have been enough. With this amount I thought you were planning on putting the entire school to sleep!" Draco joked.

Harry looked at him derisively.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration." He commented. Draco just laughed.

"Seriously though, why two cauldrons?" Draco asked.

Harry looked over and saw that Draco had a serious look in his eyes.

"I figured I would only have one chance to slip away and make the potion. I mean I can't disappear every night! So that's why I asked you to come tonight and help me. That way I'll have more than enough and I don't have to keep sneaking away to make more. But even that plan got ruined. I'm going to get badgered non stop by those four about where I went!" Harry sighed.

"That's not my fault! You said you would be ready to leave. I didn't know Weasley was going to make a grand entrance and drag the rest with him!" Draco argued.

Harry didn't say anything. He couldn't help but grin.

"He really has a problem with you." Harry told him.

"No, really? I would have never guessed!" Draco snapped making Harry laugh. "It's not like I like the idiot anyway. I seriously wonder how you can put up with them." he added shooting Harry a questioning glare.

"They grow on you." Harry responded simply, while measuring out some more powdered dragon claw.

Draco gave a dramatic shudder at the thought.

"No thanks. I would rather drink a tub of Buboter pus than get to know Weasley and Granger! Did you see the way they were reacting just because I went into their stupid common room! Not that I would ever want to go in there willingly." Draco mumbled.

"Don't you start!" Harry playfully scolded him.

"Come on, Harry. I think it is a testament of my friendship that I came to the Gryffindor…Gryffindor common room of all places, to meet you!" He said.

Harry stopped what he was doing and looked at Draco.

"I don't need you to prove your friendship, Draco. You've already done that." he told him quietly.

Uncomfortable silence came at Harry's words. Draco diverted his gaze away from Harry and started adding the next set of ingredients to his cauldron.

He and Harry had never actually spoken about that day in Riddle Manor. It was too awkward and upsetting. Draco had to act like he had deceived Harry. He had to act like he had captured Damien and was handing him over to Voldemort before Harry's eyes. It hadn't been easy and Draco still shuddered at the memory. He had thought the hardest thing would be to face Voldemort and lie to him. It turned out that was nothing compared to lying to his best friend. He could still remember the way Harry had looked at him, so much hurt in his eyes. Draco quickly pushed aside those memories. Harry was fine. He survived all that and was happy now. Well, at least he was acting like he was happy.

Draco took a closer look at Harry as the dark haired teen concentrated on his potion. Draco could see that Harry was far from happy. He remembered how happy Harry was when he was with Voldemort. Compared to that, this Harry was just down right miserable. It really wasn't all that surprising that Harry was depressed though. Everything he had loved had been taken away from him. Instead he was stuck with parents that interfered with the smallest of things and friends that didn't understand him. Not the way he, Draco understood him. They were friends since they were kids. Harry didn't even have to open his mouth most times, Draco would know what he wanted. And his brother, Draco held back the groan that wanted to burst from his mouth at the thought of the fourteen year old. He was so unbelievably naïve. He really thought Harry was going to stick around. Well he was in for a real surprise. Draco knew that it was only a matter of time before Harry gave up and left the whole lot of them. If things kept going on like they were, Harry would probably leave before the end of the school year.

Draco started cutting up the ingredients, thinking about Harry leaving. He wasn't sure if he wanted Harry to leave of not. Being his friend, Draco felt the need for his friend to be happy. And Harry was not happy here. He wasn't a normal kid and having to live like a normal boy was just downright insulting. But, and Draco hated to admit this, there were times Harry was close to happy with the Potters. The way he used to be with Voldemort. He had only seen it a few times. Mostly it was the rare times his parents weren't on his case about one thing or another. If only they were like that all the time.

"Draco?"

The Slytherin looked up to see Harry staring at him.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Why aren't you stirring the potion?" Harry asked.

Draco looked down and saw that his potion was starting to thicken due to the lack of stirring. He quickly stared stirring the mixture, cursing his daydreaming thoughts. Now wasn't the time to think about these things.

Harry shook his head and started adding the finishing touches to his potion.

"If you mess this up, I'll make you drink the whole lot in one go." Harry teased.

Draco threw him a glare.

"Fine, you'll just have to make the whole thing again on your own!" he retorted.

"Why did you want me to help you in the first place? You could have gotten one of the Gryffindorks to help you!" Draco asked, frantically stirring the thickened potion.

Harry smirked at the phrase. Draco used to call them the 'Gryffindorks' when he would tell Harry about his 'Hogwarts adventures'.

"I could have but I didn't. Just deal with it and fix the potion." Harry instructed.

Draco managed to bring the potion back to its correct consistency. He gave a relieved sigh mentally. He didn't know if Harry was joking about making him drink the whole potion in one go. Knowing Harry, it was a real possibility he would do just that.

Both boys sat down giving the potions time to cool before Harry could put it into vials.

"Are you going to tell me why you feel the need to take sleeping potion?" Draco asked once both were seated.

Harry didn't answer right away. He kept his face as relaxed as possible.

"If I were going to, I would have already." Harry answered.

"Harry…" Draco started.

"Spare me the lecture, Draco. I know, possibly more than you, about the dangers of overdosing. I know what I'm doing so stop worrying. Besides, it's not like I'm doing anything wrong." Harry answered.

"Of course not. That's why you're here in the middle of the night, brewing two cauldrons full of the stuff, keeping it from your parents, brother and friends. Well, so called friends." Draco corrected himself.

"I asked you to come tonight so that I wouldn't have to put up with this crap! If I wanted a lecture, I would have asked Hermione to come with me." Harry said.

Draco pulled a disgusted face.

"Don't even joke about that!" Draco said.

Harry ignored the jibe at Hermione. It wasn't as if Draco would stop if he asked him to.

"Look, it not a big deal. I just need it sometimes." Harry tried not to think about the truth, that he needed it every night. It took all of Harry's will power to give himself the required break from the potion to avoid addiction. He could only take the potion for one week at a time. He would then have to stop taking the potion for two weeks at least before taking anymore.

Harry watched his best friend struggle to come up with an argument.

"You can do what you like. You always have. But Harry, just watch yourself. Addiction to this stuff is not something to joke about." He said seriously.

Harry laughed at the expression on the Slytherin's face.

"Merlin, Draco. I don't think I've ever seen you this serious!" he joked.

Draco gave up talking to Harry about this. He knew Harry wouldn't listen to him anyway.

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The next morning, as Harry walked into the common room, he found himself being flooded with questions by all four. They all wanted to know where he had gone with Draco.

"And give me back my map!" Damien shouted at him.

With a playful smirk, Harry pulled the map out of his pocket. Damien was quick to swipe it from Harry's hand. He stuffed the map into his pocket all the while glaring at Harry.

"I can't believe you stole the map from me!" he complained.

"I didn't steal it. I borrowed it." Harry said and headed towards the portrait door.

"You're not going to tell us where you went, are you?" Ron asked, his voice steely and cold.

"No" Harry simply answered.

The four looked to each other agreeing silently to not question Harry further but to figure out a way to find out where they had gone.

Ron kept a close eye on Harry from then on. He knew that Harry wouldn't listen to him if he told him his theory on Draco, since he was actually friends with the arrogant Slytherin but Ron knew that something was not right with him. Draco was not a nice person. He had been in Hogwarts for seven years now, and not once did he show even an ounce of compassion for anyone. He wasn't a friend because he simply didn't know what being a friend meant.

Ron didn't believe that what Draco had done to get the Aurors to Riddle Manor was genuine either. From what Ron had seen. Draco wasn't given a choice in the matter. Professor Dumbledore and Snape had basically put him on the spot and told him he was to help them. That was probably the only reason why Draco went along with it. In any case, his father was a filthy Death Eater, as if he would let Voldemort hurt Draco! Ron had his mind set on the decision that Draco was not a friend and he was certainly up to no good. The further away he was from Harry and the rest of them, the better it was.

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Ron pulled the covers closer to him as he quietly watched Harry pull out another vial of potion. Harry thought no one was watching, he had good reason to think that. It was three in the morning and usually everyone was fast asleep.

Ron however couldn't sleep. His mind was warped with worry. He had received a letter that morning from Charlie. He was back in Romania, working with Dragons. He had written to him, instructing him strictly to keep Ginny away from Harry. Ron didn't want to think about all the things he had said about Harry. Calling him names like 'heartless killer' and 'cold and cruel'. It was upsetting to say the least. Ron had thrown the letter in the fire and hadn't told anyone about it. Not even Hermione. He couldn't understand why Charlie was so against Harry. That day in Hogsmeade, when Damien was talking to him, Ron was sure Charlie was going to change. But after Harry's attack on the Daywalkers, Charlie's rejection of him became more resolute. He wasn't ready to listen to anything anyone had to say. In his eyes Harry was just as bad as…Ron shut his eyes to try and forget what Charlie had written. 'Just as evil as Voldemort!'

Ron was awake when he heard Harry open the drawer quietly. He peeked out of his drapes and saw Harry opening the vial and draining it in one go. Ron watched as Harry disappeared behind his drapes. Ron felt his heart speed up at the thought of what he had just witnessed. Harry looked really shaken up. From the quick glimpse he had seen of him, he was pale and shivering. His hands were shaking when he uncorked the vial. It wasn't all that hard to decipher what had happened. Harry had had a nightmare. Ron knew what Harry must have taken just now. It could be only one thing. Dreamless sleeping potion. Ron felt his skin tingle with worry. That must have been what he had taken a few nights ago as well. How often was Harry taking this potion? Surely he knew what the repercussions were of taking too much. Everyone knew about what the addiction to sleeping potions could do to a person.

Ron decided he was going to speak to Harry about this. He was fairly certain what the outcome was going to be but he still felt he should tell him that he knew about him taking the potion.

'I'm probably over reacting anyway. This is probably the only two times he's taken the potion. It's a coincidence that I happen to catch it both times.' he thought to himself.

But even as Ron fell into a fitful sleep he knew that that was only wishful thinking. He had caught Harry taking the potion twice in the space of ten days. He had only caught Harry on these two occasions. Merlin knew how many times Harry had taken the potion without anyone knowing.

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Harry walked down to breakfast with his usual friends. He tried to will the headache to go away but it didn't work. Harry had woken up feeling very unwell. He knew that he had somehow come down with a fever. 'How the hell did that happen?' he asked himself.

He walked into the Great Hall and had to suppress the moan as the bright morning light blinded him and made his headache worse. Suppressing the need to be sick, Harry blindly made his way to the table. He sat down and just looked at the food, knowing he couldn't possibly eat anything.

"Guys, I'll catch up with you in class. I just remembered I forgot my transfiguration book." Harry made up an excuse to leave.

"We don't have transfiguration today, Harry." Hermione dutifully reminded him.

Harry sat back down and glared at Hermione. 'Why the hell does she know everything!' he thought to himself.

"Eat something, Harry." Hermione said looking worriedly at him.

Harry eyed the plate of food Hermione had filled and pushed towards him. His headache was making it difficult to talk but he still managed to hiss at her.

"Leave me alone, Hermione."

Hermione looked at him with surprise. Ron, Damien and Ginny all looked up at him with shock.

"Harry, I'm only trying…"

"Just stop playing mother with me. It annoys the hell out of me." Harry said, rubbing at his temples in a bid to relieve the pain he was in.

"I'm sorry." Hermione said, obviously hurt over Harry's words. "I'm only trying to help. Your appetite has really gone down lately. I can't remember you having a decent amount to eat. You just skip meals and if you don't you just nibble at your food. I'm worried about you." Hermione said looking truly upset.

Harry on the other hand just got more annoyed. He wasn't the most sensitive of people at best of times. When he was ill, it just made him all the more short-tempered.

"I told you before, Hermione. I've got both my parents here. I don't need you to worry about me! Just concentrate on your own health and leave me alone." With that said Harry got up and left, leaving the four to stare at him in shock.

Harry just made it to the boy's bathroom before throwing up. Like Hermione had said, he hadn't eaten anything so didn't actually have anything inside him to bring back up. The dry heaving only made his headache thump more painfully. Harry sat on the floor, holding his head and moaning quietly at the pain.

He could feel tremors running up and down his back and he shivered at the sensation. He got up and splashed his face with some warm water. He felt awful. He debated whether he would get away with going back to his bed.

'There's no point. I won't be able to sleep anyway and I can't take another dose of the sleeping potion since I took one just last night.' He told himself.

Hating how ill he felt, Harry dragged himself to his first class which was Charms. He walked inside and sat down next to Ron. Hermione was sitting on his other side and just ignored him.

As the class went on, Harry grew to feel worse and worse. The voice of the Professor was making his headache thump painfully. Harry shut his eyes and tried to will the pain to go away. It didn't work.

The day went by with Harry feeling relatively worse. He skipped lunch, again as the mere thought if food made his stomach lurch. By the end of the day, Harry was completely fatigued. He dragged himself up to his room, not wanting anyone to see how ill he was. He pulled out his wooden box and took out a fever reducing potion. He had restocked his box after the Hogsmeade incident. Harry gulped the potion down and willed himself not to bring it back up. Feeling his shivers intensify, Harry bundled himself up into his bed and fell into a fevered sleep.

By the time Ron came into the room, Harry was in a deep sleep. Ron went to bed, promising himself to talk to Harry tomorrow.

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"Harry, wake up."

No response. Ron tried again.

"You have to get up now."

Still no response.

"Harry, I'm not saying it again. Get your lazy arse up, now!" Ron shouted.

A mumbled word sounding like 'okay' was heard from Harry's bed and Ron left to wait in the common room. However, Harry didn't come and after waiting twenty minutes, the four left to get breakfast.

"Maybe I should have checked up on him." Damien muttered, staring at the doors, waiting for Harry to come in.

"He would probably bite your head off as well." Hermione said still furious about the way Harry had spoke to her the day before. He had totally ignored her for the rest of the day as well.

Damien didn't reply but kept his eyes glued to the door. Harry didn't come down to breakfast. At the staff table, James and Lily were watching the doors as well, waiting for their eldest son to make an appearance. It had bothered them that he had been missing from mealtimes all day yesterday. They had seen him briefly at breakfast but not after that.

'He's probably just running late.' James thought as he finished his own breakfast.

None of them knew that Harry had fallen back into his fevered sleep. His body trembling as the fever worsened. His entire body was soaked with sweat, making his clothes stick to him. Even if Harry was awake, he wouldn't have been able to get up and attend any classes.

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The first class of the day for the seventh years was Defence. James watched as Ron and Hermione walked in without Harry. His heart sped up at the thought of Harry missing. Ron met his eyes and shrugged at him, indicating that he didn't know why Harry was missing. James couldn't leave the class to go and look for Harry, so he dutifully carried on with his lesson. He was getting very tired and annoyed with Harry's disappearances.

As soon as class ended, Ron walked over to James. He could tell throughout the entire lecture that James wanted to ask him about Harry.

"Last time I saw him he was still in bed." Ron told him when asked about Harry's whereabouts.

"In bed?" James asked, surprised. Harry wasn't a lazy person. Why wasn't he up yet?

James headed up to check on Harry. Surely Harry couldn't still be in bed, could he? James walked into the Gryffindor common room and headed straight for Harry's dorm. Sure enough he spotted the drapes still closed over Harry's bed. He knew something wasn't right.

He approached the bed and called out to him.

"Harry? Are you awake?"

There was no answer.

James gently pulled the drapes open and stared at the sight of his son asleep, sweat clinging to him making his hair stick to his head. James reached out and brushed the hair away from Harry's forehead. His fingers brushed against Harry's skin and James knew at once that Harry had a fever. He put his hand onto Harry's forehead and gasped. He was burning up!

James pulled the covers away from Harry's burning body. He needed to cool down. As he did that, Harry's eyes cracked open. He looked confusedly at him.

"Dad?" he croaked. His throat was dry.

"Yeah, it's me." James responded, feeling the strong paternal instinct kicking in. He couldn't stand seeing anyone ill, let alone his own son.

Harry's eyes opened fully and he looked around the room, obviously confused why James was in his dorm.

"What…what are you doing here?" Harry asked, trying to sit up but his body was aching and he didn't seem to have the energy to move.

"Checking up on you." James answered. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were unwell?" James asked as he grabbed the jug of water and poured Harry a glass of water.

At once, Harry's defences kicked in.

"I'm not ill!" he exclaimed.

James rolled his eyes.

"Really? Well, I would have to disagree since you can't even leave your bed at the moment." Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say to him.

Harry glared at his dad and at once forced himself to get up. James watched as Harry struggled to get up. Harry only managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. James handed him the glass of water and he quietly took it. James could see the pain and fever cloud his eyes.

"What happened to you? How did you fall ill?" James asked.

Harry looked up at him. He looked ready to argue that he wasn't ill but then thought better of it.

"I don't know. I just woke up yesterday feeling like this." Harry admitted.

James thought he had misheard. Harry was feeling like this since yesterday? Why did he not tell anyone? James watched as Harry sipped the water and shakily place it on the bedside drawer.

"Were you planning on letting anyone know how you were feeling?" James asked as calmly as he could.

Harry looked at him as if he were mad.

"Um…no, actually." Harry said hesitantly.

James could only look at him in annoyance.

"Why would I tell anyone? It's got nothing to do with them." Harry answered; clearly confused as to why anyone would be interested in knowing he was ill.

James felt his stomach flip over. This was probably because of Harry's upbringing again. James couldn't see anyone in the Riddle Manor caring if Harry was ill. Not after the kind of abuse they put him through when he was only a child. James felt his nails digging painfully into his palms. He realised he had clenched his fists into tight balls. He relaxed and tried not to think about that.

"If you're feeling unwell then I want you to let either me or your mum know. I don't ever want you to suffer alone again, understand?" James said as patiently as he could.

Harry looked annoyed at that.

"I'm seventeen, dad." He said.

"So? Do seventeen year olds not get ill? Do they not need to be looked after when they're ill?" James asked staring at Harry.

Harry looked away from James seemingly lost for words.

"I don't like people making a big deal about me. It's best to be alone when you're ill." Harry said not looking at James.

"Not anymore it isn't." James said standing up. "Come on, you're going to the hospital wing."

No matter how much Harry argued, James managed to get him up to the hospital wing. He left Harry in Poppy's care. He was already late for his next lesson. Poppy took over happily and started handing Harry vials of potions.

"Here, take some sleeping potion. The more you sleep the more you will heal." Poppy said holding out the last small vial.

Harry looked at the vial. He really wanted to take it, to sleep. He knew he was going be disturbed with nightmares if he didn't. He was about to reach out to take it but then his rational side kicked in.

"No, Poppy, thanks but I've already slept so much. I'll just stay up and read over what I'm missing in class." He said.

Poppy looked at Harry with surprise. She gave him a calculating look which seemed to make Harry nervous.

"I'm sure you're not missing anything you don't already know. Take the potion and sleep. You're not in a fit state to study." She said holding out the vial again.

Harry looked at the vial. He really, really wanted it. One more time couldn't hurt could it? Plus, he had not taken it since the night before last night. Surely it wouldn't hurt. He reached out and took the vial from her and gulped it down before he could change his mind.

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Harry woke up as he felt a soothing hand touch his burning forehead. He opened his eyes and saw his mum looking at him. She smiled as she saw him wake up.

"Hi" she said quietly.

"Hey" Harry croaked.

He still felt awful. He could tell his fever was still there, making him feel, if possible, worse than before. His entire body ached and his headache was making him feel sick.

He saw Damien and his friends sitting next to his mum and suddenly found the scene really funny.

He chuckled quietly making his mum look at him with surprise.

"What?" she asked. She didn't think anything was funny about being so ill.

"You all look like you're sitting at my deathbed." Harry joked.

The colour drained from Lily's face and she looked at Harry with barley hidden hurt.

"Shut up, Harry!" Ginny said coming to sit next to him on the bed.

Harry laughed again, but wished he hadn't. The pain in his head shot up to a new level, cutting his laugh short.

Poppy came out of her office and tutted at Ginny. She quickly scrambled off the bed and sat down on her seat. Poppy came over and started checking Harry. She let out a frustrated groan.

"Your temperature is still too high! I don't understand. I've given you plenty of fever reducing potion. Your fever should have broken by now. You should be feeling better!" she said as she took Harry's temperature again.

Harry's vision swam and he grabbed at his head groaning at the pain.

"Can't you do something about this headache?" Harry asked, hating how he sounded in front of his friends. They had seen him ill before but it still didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"I've given you all I can for today. You can't have anymore pain relief." Poppy told him apologetically.

'Anymore' Harry thought to himself he didn't feel like he had had any pain relief at all. He didn't say anything though.

"I just don't understand." Poppy continued to complain.

"Madame Pomfrey, do the potions work on an empty stomach?" Damien asked suddenly.

Harry glared at him but that didn't make the younger boy keep quiet.

"They should, why?" the school nurse asked.

"Just because Harry's not had anything to eat for the last two days now." Damien told them.

Harry actually flinched as both Lily and Poppy glared at him. He silently promised himself to teach Damien not to tattle on him again.

"Two days!?!" Lily positively screeched.

"It's not…I wasn't hungry." Harry tried to tell her.

He got a glimpse of Hermione looking very smug. He could feel his headache worsen.

Lily got up and headed to the door. She was obviously going to get something for Harry to eat. Harry gave Damien a death glare.

"Oh come on, Harry! Don't look at me like that. You know those don't work on me." Damien told him cheekily.

Harry didn't stop glaring at him until Lily came back in, holding a bowl of steaming soup.

"Drink this, all of it!" she commanded.

"Mum…"

"I don't want to hear it! Drink it!" she instructed.

Harry grabbed at his head as Lily's shouting made his head throb.

"Please, don't shout." Harry said in pain.

At once Lily backed off. She put the bowl on to the bedside table and started rubbing circles in his back to help him. Harry however, shrugged her away. He really hated being touched when he was ill, too many awful memories.

Poppy looked on in worry.

"When was your last proper meal?" Lily asked.

Harry couldn't answer, primarily because he was trying to will his stomach to keep down all the potions he was fed earlier. Hermione answered for him.

"He hasn't been eating properly or a while now." She said.

Then, ignoring the pained look Harry gave her, she continued.

"He usually just skips meals. If not then he'll just pick at the food. He doesn't eat proper meals. He hasn't since, since Valentine's day." She finished awkwardly.

Harry didn't meet anyone gaze. He couldn't believe Hermione had just sold him out like that. He was so angry with her.

Lily looked at Harry, feeling the urge to comfort him. To embrace him and take away all his problems. But she knew she couldn't. She blinked away the tears.

Poppy was looking at Harry as well. A look of worry and fear on her face. She had an awful thought. Persistent fever, no response to potions and loss of appetite. Harry couldn't be…no, no he couldn't be. It had to be something else. Still, knowing she wouldn't rest until she had satisfied this fear, she stepped forward.

"Harry, I'm going to do a small blood test. It's only to try and figure out why your fever isn't breaking." She assured him.

She took the blood sample and hurried into her office. To frazzled to even tell the visitors to leave and let her patient rest.

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Can you guess what's wrong with Harry? I know this may seem irrelevent to the Dark Prince plot but I can assure you it's not. It will all come together soon. Promise! Please Review! Cheers!!