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"ALBUS! SEVERUS!"

A voice screamed from Snape's fireplace, made urgent by the frantic worry cracking in the woman's voice. Madame's Pomfrey's head stuck out of the fireplace in a floo call, her face pale and distraught.

Albus quickly looked up from the book he was previously emerged in. "What's wrong, Poppy?"

"Mr. Potter has fallen unconscious. His heart rate is raising, and his breath is becoming more shallow and feverish. I cannot use any more potions on him for fear of them having an averse affect on him." She shook her head in fear. "I fear he might not even make it through the night at this rate…"

Albus looked truly heartbroken at the thought of Harry dying, and nodded his head. "We… will find something… We have to at least slow the poison down…"

"Albus… the myth…" Snape motioned to a note on the possible immunity to Basilisk poison. "If we dose him with basilisk poison mixed with a few select herbs, it may make him immune… It's risky, but it may save the boy."

Poppy shook her head. "Where would you get basilisk poison, Severus? It's brutally expensive for just a small amount."

Dumbledore wistfully smiled. "I believe the school has recently hosted a basilisk. The poison most likely isn't gone from the corpse's fangs."

"How would we get into the Chamber, Albus? We would need a parselmouth to open the door of the chamber." Snape asked, perplexed by the man's suggestion.

Albus held up a few notes he had written down. "Luckily, the few known facts about parselmouth has been recorded. It's quite nice, the most important phrases are easily duplicated. Two strong 'hisses' should do it." Albus turned to Poppy. "Is Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger still in the infirmary?"

"Yes, they are. I think both are having a breakdown though…" She said, remembering the loud sobs she had left when she had told them about the possible chance of him dying in the night.

"Get them both anyway. I'm sure they wouldn't be opposed to leading us to the Chamber."

"Yes, Albus." She went back into the floo, and a few moments later, returned with two teenagers in tow.

"Headmaster!?" Hermione broke down in tears. "Is it true? Is Harry going to die?" The girl was clutching on Ron's hand tightly, face pale and streaked with tears.

Ron didn't look much better. His usually bright blue eyes were filled with pain, and he had a bitter resigned look on his face. "Is that why you got Madame Pomfrey to get us?" He asked. "To tell us Harry's going to-" He broke off suddenly, choking back tears. "-die?"

"We have a way to save him."

The teenagers' heads shot up at the headmaster's words, and hope was evident in both of their faces.

"I believe you know the way to the Chamber of Secrets?" Ron nodded at the question. "We need you to lead us there."

Ron snarled. "How is taking a visit to the Chamber going to help? You need to make a potion or cast a spell, not visit the freakin' chamber!"

"Idiot." Snape glared at the little fool. "We need basilisk poison for the potion I'm making to save Potter."

"YOU'RE GIVING HARRY MORE POISON?! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Ron exploded at Snape, releasing the stress from the past day. "WAIT, I KNOW! YOU WANT HARRY DEAD, DON'T YOU! YOU GREASY BASTARD!" Ron let go of Hermione's hand and stomped up in front of Snape. "I'M GOING TO KI-"

Snape waved his wand and cast a silencing charm on the brat. Really, you try to help and you get yelled at. Merlin.

Hermione, though, had the total opposite reaction. Her face light up in a bright smile and she exclaimed with a delighted air, "Oh! You're going to make him immune to the venom!"

Wow. All the adults blinked in shock. She really caught on fast.

"Correct." Snape affirmed, and stared at Ron menacingly. "Now that the reason is clear, I believe you will have no qualms on showing us to the entrance."

Ron opened his mouth to say 'fine', but the silencing charm prevented him from answering. He glared angrily at Snape, demanding with his eyes for it to be taken off of him.

Snape smirked at the boy's obvious annoyance. "There's no need for you to be talking. Just lead us there."

Ron's face slowly grew red with anger. Hermione patted Ron's shoulder, and whispered to him, "Ron, It's for Harry. You can deal with Snape for Harry, just take them to the entrance."

Ron smiled at Hermione, and then glared back at Snape and tightly nodded. Hermione looked around and asked Snape, "Where's the exit, sir?"

Snape motioned to a narrow wooden door, and Snape and Dumbledore followed the teenagers to the 3rd floor girl's bathroom.

The chamber was reeking with dark magic, Severus observed. It also smelled quite repulsive. I guess leaving a giant corpse there to rot will do that.

Severus watched the Headmaster inspect the corpse from where he stood. He fingered the glass vials in his robe pocket. What if the venom had dried up?

If the venom was gone… The boy would die. Severus felt a cold dread curling in his stomach at the thought. No matter how annoying the boy is, I don't wish him death. And such a painful death at that!

The poison would slowly melt his organs, and it would be probable that it would awake him. He would stay conscious until his lungs fully melt down, and he would not die for another few minutes, but in those few minutes, his heart would start decomposing right then. The pain of that could even wake him during his last moments.

If there was no venom left over… the body wouldn't even be fit to look at. Severus didn't even want to imagine it. They couldn't even give him a proper funeral. The venom would spread to the top of his skin, and it would be too dangerous to touch the corpse and prepare it for burial.

Snape watched the headmaster examine the snake's mouth, poking his wand at various teeth, trying to figure out where the venom was stored.

Severus walked over to Albus, ignoring the children standing next to him. "Any luck?"

Albus looked over at him, and smiled. "I believe that it's stored in those sacs near the throat, see?"

Severus peered in the monsters mouth, and noticed the two dark blue patches of skin near the throat, pulsing ominously, as if alive.

"Hmm." He pulled out his wand, and whispered a spell to check. "It is." He took out a few vials, and started the charm to extract the damning cure from the basilisks' dead shell.

Sirius listened to his godson's heartbeat as he lay on Harry in dog form.

Pitter-Patter. Patter….

Sirius's breath caught.

Pitter.

Harry's heartbeat was ill regular and he had broken into a cold sweat. Sirius didn't know what he could do, except pray that he got better.

What was happening anyway? When Poppy told Harry's friends that Harry could- it was hard to even think of the word- die, she mentioned something about venom.

Had Harry been attacked by a magical creature? Sirius's heart clenched at the thought of having his godson die before Sirius even got to know him. Of course, Harry wouldn't get to know him until he felt he could reveal himself to him without Harry calling aurors within seconds, but still.

"Poppy?" A voice called from the across the infirmary, near Poppy's office.

The voice froze Sirius's thoughts in seconds.

"Oh, Hello, Remus!" Poppy's voice was welcoming, but not surprised.

Sirius first impulse was to transform back and launch himself at his sorely missed friend, but he quickly squashed it. Right now Remus thought he was a murdering lunatic.

Sirius jumped off of Harry and crawled under the bed. If they came over, Remus would recognize Sirius, even if he was in dog form. Why was Remus here anyway?

"Poppy, Where's Albus? I went to his office looking for him, but he wasn't there." Sirius grinned when he realized he still could hear them. Great thing he had good hearing in his dog form.

"Well…" She seemed to be debating on whether or not to tell him. "It's a private matter to the Headmaster… He shouldn't be free for a couple of hours."

Remus coughed. "He was supposed to show me to my rooms, Poppy." Remus is staying here? Sirius cursed. How was he supposed to avoid Remus while he stayed here with Harry? There was no way Sirius was leaving his godson when he was this sick!

"Oh, dear…" Poppy sighed. "I guess I could show you there… I have a patient, but he ought to be fine for a half an hour."

WHAT?! Poppy is going to leave Harry alone?! What if his fever grows worse?! How dare she! Sirius fumed.

Footsteps signaled their departure, and Sirius squirmed out from his hiding place. Sirius shook himself, trying to scatter off the pieces of dust that stuck to his coat, and then he jumped back on Harry's bed. It seemed that it was up to him to watch his godson, and he would not fail at that task.

It was dark.

Very Dark.

Harry was alone in the dark place. It kinda reminded him of the days in his cupboard.

Well… Harry was mostly alone.

Snakes. Curling up his legs, crawling up his arms. Whispering to him in snake-speak.

'It's your fault' they chanted.

Harry didn't have to ask what was his fault. He knew. The bodies in front of him clearly explained.

All his friends. All his enemies. Everyone. Dead.

The snakes crawled up his neck. 'Tell us, Human Boy, would you like to live?'

Harry battled with the natural human instinct to say 'yes.' It was his fault, wasn't it? Why should he stay alive? He deserved to die, didn't he?

Harry opened his mouth, and said-

"My dear boy, Severus is making the potion as we speak."

Harry heard a voice outside of the darkness. Who was speaking to him? He was a dirty murderer, right? Who was even left alive to speak, anyway?

'Stop hesitating, Human Boy. Tell us.'

Harry paused. More snakes were crawling around his legs, joining the others on asking if he wanted to live.

"I believe your friends would like to speak to you, Harry. I think I'll be taking my leave."

Friends?! All of his friends were dead, weren't they? And was that the headmaster speaking? He was dead also, right? The snakes started to squeeze, and he felt an uncomfortable heat come from their scales.

"Harry, mate, get well soon, ok? I feel dumb talking to you when your sleeping, but I gotta tell you this. Me and Hermione… we care about you."

Someone cared about him? But hadn't he killed them? The snakes were growing impatient. 'Do you wish to live?'

Harry sighed at the question. What was the point of living when his friends were dead? But were they really?

"Don't die, mate."

'Yes.' Harry answered. 'I want to live.'

The snakes disappeared, but leaving the heat. Leaving him alone with blood and heat.

But he was strong. He would make it through.

For his friends… and for himself.

AN: In case you didn't the dream, It's pretty much Harry deciding for himself if he wanted to live, or just give up and die. His subconcious was the snakes... He's not cured yet, though.

And for the people asking, THIS WILL NOT BE SLASH! I have no problem with slash fics (I like reading them, too) but i'm not going to write one... It probably won't have any romance, since Harry's barely thirteen, and i don't think he would like anyone in a romantic way yet.

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